Jul 31, 2006


(originally posted at eclaircie.diaryland.com)

There has long been a joke in my family about the time that Jared and Nate and I were all working in the corn fields (it was Indiana…what were we supposed to do?) and my mother packed us each a lunch and Jared and Nate got Snack Packs and I got a granola bar for dessert. I’ve naturally never let my mother forget about this. But I’m inclined to forgive her now because I got a package in the mail today: A twelve pack of Snack Packs accompanied by a picture of all of my siblings holding one granola bar each and pouting.

Nate’s response in an email this evening: “So, I heard you got your freakin’ 12 snack packs. Now mom owes us each 11. Not only that, but we didn't even get to eat those granola bars that she took a picture of us pouting with. They were from 72 hr kits so she made us put them back. That’s 11 snack packs and one granola bar she owes each of us. I heard that next she's mailing you a coat of many colors. Anyways, you should come visit us, there are some Egyptians we want to sell you to, I mean that we want you to meet…”

And man, this is three entries in one day...I don't know what's overcome me. And it's not even that I'm bored or anything. It's actually been quite a productive day non-diaryland-wise as well.

Couldn't do it even if I wanted to

(originally posted at eclaircie.diaryland.com)

I don't know if this is a universal human trait or just a me thing but something I've noticed:

It's not that hard to make yourself fall in love with someone, but it's near impossible to get yourself out. Wanting to be in love with someone is just a small step away from actually being in love, but wanting to get over someone has almost no influence on whether you get over him or not.

Mentha Lip Tint Goodness

(originally posted at eclaircie.diaryland.com)

My list of the top ten beauty products ever would have to include C.O. Bigelow Apothecaries' Mentha Lip Tint. In my extensive experience in the world of lip products, I have never known such freshness, such moisture, such minty goodness. It’s called a lip tint, but the colors are very sheer, and I never think of it as something to use for the sole purpose of color. It is the moisture that makes this such a gift from the gods of Bigelow Apothecaries. The relief is immediate and long lasting. Like no other lip balm I have experienced. I can still feel the tingle on my lips and I applied several minutes ago. It feels like a medicated chapstick, but tastes better (2% peppermint oil, baby) and goes on smoother. Thank you chemistry for this product! And thank you Bath and Body Works for having this product on sale! And thank you Ryan the cashier at B&BW for ringing up this product for me (and also for being the most flamboyantly gay man in all of Provo)! And…you get the picture. Try it though, you will not be disappointed.

Jul 28, 2006

grant Gagon

(originally posted at eclaircie.diaryland.com)

I got a text message two nights ago from a number I didn’t recognize: “Hey sorry you called and i was gone any ways i was just wondering if you wanted to do some thing tonight sorry it is so late i just got your message though” and then a few minutes later from the same number: “Any ways i am going out of town tomorrow till august seventh but we need to do some thing when i get back”. So I respond with a “I believe you have a wrong number. Who is this?”

G: Sorry this is grant Gagon
A: Yeah, you have a wrong number. Sorry, i don’t know you.
G: Oh sorry who is this
A: Andrea…you don’t know me.
G: Oh well sorry about that ha ha i feel dumb but where do you live like what school do you go to are you in school how old are you

At this point I’m thinking, “This guy must be either really bored or really lonely or a serial killer looking for his next victim. “ And who in the world gets a wrong number and then decides it would be a good time to make friends? Before I can respond I get another message from him.

G: Well sorry about that my name is grant Gagon i am seventeen and i am a sr at pleasant grove high
A: Don’t worry about it. It’s been fun. As great as i’m sure you are, however, i couldn’t give out that kind of info. I hope you have a lovely life, though!
G: Ha ha you to and i do not blame you for it just dont take my id and do some thing crazy with it ha ha if you want you can google it see what comes up but other than that i hope you be kind enough to leave it alone

Out of curiosity (aka boredom) I decide to take it all to the next level. I google him and pull up a bunch of high school wrestling references.

A: Wrestling, hm? Haha…well, good luck with that.
G: Ha ha yeah thanks
G: So i take it you did google me well any ways hope i can trust you with the rest
A: Yes, well i was curious. And don’t worry, you’re safe with me.
G: Well thank you so can you tell me if you play any sports
A: I suffer from an unfortunate lack of coordination. So really all i’ve done is powderpuff football my first two years of high school.
G: Ha ha sweet i wish pg had it and well that is still cool so what you like doing
A: I like watching style network. That’s what i was occupied with when you first texted me. Also music, sewing, automotive repair and yoga.
G: Ha ha that is cool and is that the station with project run way hate to admit it but i like that show alot
A: Project runway is a brilliant program. Not on style network, but similar stuff. It’s my bedtime now, i’m attempting to get on a better sleep schedule. Good night!

Because I was getting bored with it. And that was that. Until yesterday afternoon: “Do you go to mountain view” He’s still on the hunt! I say “Nope.” And he responds with “Oh ok never mind then sorry to bother you”. I tell him it’s not a problem and to have a nice day. I believe that will be the end of our correspondence.

The real mystery of the whole thing is: What kind of guy ignores all punctuation and thinks that “any ways”, “some thing”, "you to", "alot" and “run way” are acceptable, but still takes the time to capitalize his last name? I don’t get it. And he didn’t capitalize his first name? In my book, capitalization is one of the least necessary of the rules of grammar. People know what you’re saying even if you don’t capitalize it. In lazy situations such as texting, the only rules I believe need to be followed are those of punctuation and keeping things in the right tense. I’d even let spelling slide. And capitalization doesn’t matter at all.

Jul 23, 2006

Zoological Garden Adventure

(originally posted at eclaircie.diaryland.com)

Tim and I went to the Hogle Zoo yesterday. I really like zoos because I really like animals. Even if they do prompt long Wikipedia sessions that keep me up until 2am learning about what makes a cat qualify for the genus Panthera or figuring out how to tell the difference between hawks, falcons and eagles. But it's fascinating stuff. I've spent a good chunk of my life very interested in animals. The typical library trip for me between ages 9 and 12 found me taking home two Nancy Drew books and three animal books. I wanted to be a vet when I was young until I realized that I’d have to put animals down. And then I wanted to be a zoologist, until I realized that science is most definitely my academic weakness (let’s recall my ACT scores, for example: 34 on Reading, 31 on Math, 34 on Writing, and 24 on Science). And I love that Tim’s the kind of guy that will take me to the zoo and enjoy it. Quite the catch, he is.

Jul 21, 2006


(originally posted at eclaircie.diaryland.com)

To tell you the truth, I've never been a huge fan of the state of Israel. I watch the current conflict like I would watch the Spurs play the Mavericks...occasionally excited or sad or interested, but not cheering for one side or caring which side comes out on top. I suppose the difference is that Middle East conflicts have the potential to effect the world and people die in this sort of thing, while that rarely happens in the NBA. So perhaps a better comparison would be two teams I don't care about in the world of international soccer.

Jul 20, 2006


(originally posted at eclaircie.diaryland.com)

So I’m back in Provo. Living in Centennial again, that paradise of apartment complexes.

One of my roommates, Melody, was in my FHE group last year. When we first met as roommates we both kind of went “You look familiar…well we were in the same ward…I guess that’s it.” Then that morning we look at each other and both of us suddenly flood, “Oh! You were the one that had been skinny dipping in the RB pool!!! How could I forget you?!” “You were dating Gordon…that was like the gossip of the group for a long time!!! How could I forget you?!” “You and Emilee would never shut up during anything!” “You were always twirling your hair!” “You ate six whole crepes at the bishop’s that one time!” “You fell down about 700 times when we went ice skating!” etc.

I’ve had three job interviews thus far…none exceptionally good, but only one pure disaster. I hate interviews…I suck at talking.

One interview was for a secretary job at Heritage Web Solutions, which I decided was not a great place to work (though if they offer me a job, I’ll still consider, certainly). I noticed four people that worked there while I was waiting for the woman who interviewed me: 1) the guy wearing socks with sandals, sporting missionary hair, and shooting a Nerf gun at his coworker, 2) the scantily clad girl who was asking everybody that walked by if they had a smoke on them, 3) the guy who held up something to girl’s request and said, “you’d have to roll your own”, and 4) the pregnant lady wearing hippie clothing and walking across the room whilst intently reading a book titled “The Dragon Reborn.” You know the kind of people I’m talking about.

Jul 10, 2006


(originally posted at eclaircie.diaryland.com)

I realize I haven’t really updated in a month, and here’s an explanation that I just came up with but think is fairly accurate.

I used to write this for fun. Because I felt like writing. It didn’t matter if anyone read it or not.

Then entered the James Kung era of my life. And I wrote because James read it (is he still I wonder?).

And the James Kung era passed into the Timothy Boisvert era and for some reason I didn’t feel like I needed to write for Tim like I did for James. My communication with James was very writing-based. You should see the staggering volumes of emails exchanged during that phase of my life…oh man. But Tim’s a talker. And though occasionally I write to him certainly, I don’t feel the driving need to let him know everything about me in written form. I don’t know…it’s just a different feel with him.

There were occasional entries thrown in there with the thoughts that “Laura would find this amusing”, “Jeff would like to know about this”, etc. But let’s be honest…I tend to be quite preoccupied with my love interests.

But anyway, I want to get good at this again. I might switch to some new format just because diaryland kind of sucks, but…I don’t know. We’ll see.

Jul 7, 2006

An Update

(originally posted at eclaircie.diaryland.com)

Finally, hmm?

I'm still alive. Going strong.