JUSTIN BIEBER LOVES GAELIC STORM! The 100th Post Extravaganza

This post was originally written on Friday, November 14th.





Kylie: Hullo, friends! Do you know what this post is? It's important.

Do you know what it is yet?

No?

Do you need a hint?

Well you're not getting one.

Korrin: I'll give you a hint because I'm not a stickler like Kylie.

It has to do with whiskey and a girl named Nancy.

And maybe also Russell Crowe.

Kylie: KORRIN DON'T FLOUT MY AUTHORITY

Also, yes! That's right! Russell Crowe probably gave it away *stares pointedly at Korrin* so I'll just tell you.

It's post number 100!

Korrin: Right because Russell Crowe has everything to do with it being the 100th post and not what the post is going to be on.

Kylie: Um excuse you. Russell Crowe has EVERYTHING to do with a couple of socially awkward Utah twenty-something Mormon girls.

Korrin: Okay, I will give you that one. But enough of this malarkey, lets get onto what we want to talk about tonight at 11:30 p.m.

Kylie: AHAHAHAHA Korrin said "malarkey!"

Anyways, what does whiskey have to do with Mormons? That sounds totes weird. That goes together like Idaho and not-having-any-potatoes.

Well, boy howdy, do we have a tale for you.

Korrin: It all started with an email from the local theater in the town that I live.  Since I had to watch plays there for a certain art class, they now pester me incessantly with ads.

In the beginning of July this year I got an email for the line up of performances the coming season.

Guess which incredibly awesome performance was scheduled to come to my little college town...

Kylie: If you guessed "Justin Bieber," then you're dead wrong.

It was Gaelic Storm.

See, we have a history with Gaelic Storm.

One day, Amanda sat us all down around the table in my backyard and played a song for us. It was an epic tale of a donkey. But this wasn't just any donkey. It was a DRUNK donkey. A drunk donkey that ran through the streets as the cops attempted to pull him over for a DUI and public intoxication. But the donkey, fueled by moonshine and awesomeness, managed to jump into a horse race and win before dropping dead. The donkey's tail ends up forever immortalized on a pub wall. I'll let you make your own assumptions of what happens in the end.

We were all hooked.

Korrin: This started a love for new age rock/country/folk/ Irish music.  The main band being Gaelic Storm. Amanda fell in love and played their music where ever we went, including the Scottish Festival at Thanksgiving Point.

Fast forward back to July 2k14.

When I saw that said band was coming to a theater near me, I immediately told Kylie and we bought tickets the day they were on sale.

One little tiny problem. They were coming before Amanda would be home from her mission.

Kylie: The BIG problem was that her return date was estimated to be four days after the concert.

We were worried. Actually, that's an understatement.

We were terrified.

See, Gaelic Storm had rapidly become Amanda's all time favorite band after she discovered them. How could we in good conscience go to the concert of her favorite band, a band that never came to Utah?

Korrin: Good thing we don't have a conscience.

Tonight, ladies and (maybe) gentlemen, we went to the Gaelic Storm concert.

Amanda is going to kill us.

Kylie: Yes she is! We will probably be murdered! YAAAAAAAAAAY!

But holy crap.

Holy.

Crap.

These people are my favorite people. They know how to put on a show like nobody's business. Between how happy I was to see them perform and how absoultely hilarious they were, I couldn't stop giggling.

The whole time.

The poor woman sitting next to me...

Korrin: I'm pretty sure I accidentally elbowed the lady next to me in the boob.

The theater is old and the seats are way to close together.

Anyway, that concert was without a doubt the greatest performances I have ever been to in my life.  I thought I loved this band before, but now I can't even comprehend how great they are.

There were only 4 songs that I didn't know, and I plan on changing that as soon as possible.

The main speaker could tell a story without letting truth get in the way of it.  His verbal rendition of the story behind "The Night I Punched Russell Crowe in the Head" had me in tears from laughing so hard.

Kylie: I believe 100% of this story. Why would they lie?

Seriously though, this concert was genius. There was so much energy the whole time. It was just... FUN.

Hey Korrin. Do you know what a pirate's favorite letter is?

Korrin: RRRRRRR!

Kylie: No, 'tis the C!

(SEE. SEE HOW FUNNY THEY WERE. THAT WAS A GOOD JOKE. YOU WEREN'T EXPECTING THAT PUNCHLINE.)

Korrin: They were all so amazing.

Now a side tangent, I am a music person. I play the violin. It's something that fascinates me. And that fiddler is so freaking amazing! I loved watching her play.

Plus, there were freaking bagpipes! Who can hate on that?! That's right, NO ONE!

Since we were allowed to record them, they asked one thing of us.

That if we put anything we recorded on YouTube, we needed to title it "Justin Bieber Loves Gaelic Storm."

They hated on Bieber a lot.

It was marvelous!

They also encouraged us to dance like crazy people. The only problem is that there is no leg room in that theater, let alone dancing room.  But we tried anyway.

The main singer is a master of jazz hands and dances as good as Kylie does.

Kylie: Oh yeah, man. Patrick Murphy can totes shake it shake it like he's supposed to do.

We just wanted to shout out a quick "thank you" everyone for staying with us these 100 posts. Your support means everything to us. Although we may be silly 99.9% of the time, we really do know that we're where we're supposed to be and doing what we're supposed to be doing. We are incredibly touched that you've supported us just as much as you've supported our best friends on their missions. Thanks for sticking around to see us through 100 posts.

All that mushy stuff being said, I must say that this post does not end here, because I did manage to record one song.

Can you guess which one it is?

Good readers of our blog, I present to you the song that started it all...

 

Darcy's Donkey.

NEXT BIG BLOG POST

The next post on the blog is post number one hundred.

ONE.

HUNDRED.

That's one hundred posts of crazy fun in just over a year!

That's why we've been so delayed in posting something new. We've been trying to think up something awesome and ridiculously fun for post number one hundred, which is why it's been so long since the last post.

Speaking of which, if you have any ideas of what you'd want to see from us in the next post, then please comment! We'd love to hear back from our readers since you've all been so supportive from the beginning. Who better to tell us what you'd most want to see than you?

So thanks for coming along on this crazy ride with us and watch for post number one hundred!

~Kylie and Korrin

I'm So Glad That Comic Con is Doing Well, But People Need to Get the Heck Out of My Way

Korrin and I went to Salt Lake Comic Con on Saturday, and HOLY CRUD was there a lot of people.

And, as all of you know, I do not do well with people.

At all.

Ever.

And there were a LOT of people there.

When we first got onto the floor, I turned to Korrin and hissed "THERE ARE TOO MANY PEOPLE" in her ear. Thankfully, she agreed.

Later, we found out that the building had reached mass capacity and that the fire marshal shut the building down a couple of times and wouldn't let anybody else in.

The con sold out of tickets TWO HOURS after they opened.

The master himself, Stan Lee, called Salt Lake Comic Con "the greatest Comic Con in the world."

Take THAT, SDCC!

Anyways, the entire experience was a blast (other than people, but WHAT ARE YA GONNA DO).

I went over budget by about $10, but it was totally worth it. TOTALLY worth it.

And Korrin even got to see Alan Tudyk as we walked by his booth. She freaked out a little and then marveled that his head was bigger than she expected it to be.

I also caught her inspecting a man's kilt to see if he was wearing it the traditional way.

(He wasn't.

In case you were wondering.

Korrin noticed.)

We dressed up as hipsters while sporting our Hogwarts house colors. Nobody really caught on to what we were doing, but it didn't matter. We felt awesome anyways. It was even greater when we hopped on Trax and sat near some actual real live hipsters. One of them was even wearing skinny jeans that matched mine.

And speaking of trains, there was a mighty fine Capsicle riding back on the train with us. We were very sly, though, only occasionally turning around to look and then immediately whipping back around to giggle at each other following the staring. It was obviously very secretive and nobody knew that we were ogling some boy.

We have standards.

But yeah. Comic Con. 10/10 would recommend.

~Kylie

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I'm Packing Up and Moving to Broadway to Live in the Basement of the Theatres Like Erik Does

And, much like Erik, I shall also be speaking in the third person.

Kylie likes speaking in the third person.

Kylie thinks she will make a spectacular theatre ghost, just like Erik, except with less murder and more unholy wailing every time she sees a spider.

Perhaps she won't make a spectacular ghost...

Anyways

I have been tweeted at TWICE by Broadway.

TWICE.

They lahve-a me. Lahve-a me, lahve-a me, lahve-a me.

The first time was completely unintentional. I was just watching So You Think You Can Dance, and I got super excited by the new "prize" they are giving/possibly just gave away.

So I tweeted about it.

It floored me when I saw the response. I had purposely avoided tagging anything because... well... I'm antisocial and shy and don't like to be noticed unless I decide to be noticed and then I will be obnoxious until everyone pays attention to me. But there it was. They even retweeted it and showed it to all of THEIR followers!

I couldn't believe my luck.

Some people wish to have their favorite pop star notice them. Me? I get excited when Broadway notices me.

And now, we have today.

After the absolutely INCREDIBLE number performed at the Tony Awards, I had to look up "A Gentleman's Guide to Love and Murder." The Tony it won for Best Musical didn't help, either.

I cannot describe to you how happy I was to discover that you could listen to the entire album on YouTube. For the past week, my computer has been spouting this music over and over and over again and, I'm sure, it's ready to die along with the rest of the D'Ysquith clan.

So what else could I do but turn to Twitter to confess how much I loved it?

Well

After this, Kylie has had no choice but to conclude that the Broadway stage is calling to her and requesting her presence.

~Kylie



(PLEASE NOTE: No, I will not give you my Twitter handle. Sorry. I am a SUPER obnoxious Twitterer, so really I'm saving you from the pain of seeing it.)

Five Senses Poster Experience

In case you aren't hip and down with the times, I am going to preface this by saying that I have recently won a sweepstakes by the wonderful IMAX Twitter page and am now in possession of a very special movie poster.

It is a Guardians of the Galaxy movie poster and it is signed by the cast and the director.

Now, as I have always been taught that I must share with those less fortunate than myself, I have decided to enact a system allowing others to also observe my poster in its natural habitat.

Here is the pricing information on the Five Senses Poster Experience:

To See The Poster: An exciting roller coaster for your visual orbs! $5.

To Hear The Poster: If you listen closely, you can hear the whispers of pure awesomeness. Includes the rewards of the previous tier. $10

To Touch The Poster: Some say it just feels like a normal poster. Find out if it's true. Includes the rewards of the previous tier. $25

To Sniff The Poster: It smells like the blood of the vanquished. And pina coladas. $40

To Lick The Poster: You may not lick the poster. Why are you even asking to lick the poster. What kind of sick person are you.



Please schedule your Five Senses Poster Experience at least two weeks ahead of schedule.

Thank you for visiting Kylie Industries where we do everything we can to remind you how incredible I am. We value your money.

Real Talk: Depression

There are moments when the entire world comes together in mourning, even if it's over something relatively inconsequential. It may not be a war or a nuclear disaster, but so many lives feel the bitter sting of loss.

Earlier today, Robin Williams died. Since the cause of death was ruled to be asphyxiation and he was battling with severe depression, it has been speculated that he committed suicide.

Every single social media site is ringing with the news. Facebook. Twitter. Tumblr. You name it, people are talking about him. Everyone is shocked and heartbroken. Robin Williams is loved by everyone. He made us laugh, he made us cry, and he even made us want to do and be better, all by pretending to be somebody else. And it's horrible to find out that he was fighting an unseen battle, and even worse to hear that he lost.

To anyone who says depression isn't a battle, you are wrong. I hate to be the person who breaks it to you, but the fact remains that you are tragically wrong. I've experienced a week of mild depression before, and I cannot fathom how to explain the depths of my hopelessness in that week. Nothing I heard could fix what I felt was broken. I couldn't "just shake it off." I could pretend for maybe an hour that nothing was wrong, but the thoughts and feelings always returned. They told me that I wasn't good enough. They told me that I was wasting my time. They told me that I didn't deserve to be happy. But here's the thing about depression: it's a compulsive liar. Nothing it tells you is real. Nothing. It preys on everything good inside you and screams so loud it drowns out the truth.

I know lots of people with depression. It isn't an uncommon thing. But it's just as much of a fight as any other disease. You can't always see depression. The signs are behavioral, for the most part. But that doesn't mean that it isn't real, or that it isn't there. It's easy to believe that someone was mauled by a tiger if they're missing their limbs and half their face. Although it sounds ridiculous, you can see it, so you believe it. Depression is silent to everyone but the person it is attacking. And that makes it worse, sometimes. People with depression don't have the luxury of looking in the mirror every morning and thinking "Hey, reflection. What's up?" What they receive instead is an avalanche of negativity from their depression. It is all lies, but sometimes it's too hard to pull up your gaze and tell yourself for even two seconds that none of it is real. I know this analogy is a little silly, but depression is like that Twilight Zone episode where William Shatner can see the gremlin on the airplane wing, but nobody else can. He's scared, he's screaming for help, and all the other passengers just mock him while the plane is flying further and further towards the end. The danger is real. It's very real. But it's so much harder to believe when you can't see.

Now, I want to remind everyone that you are loved. You are so ridiculously loved. You have parents, you have friends, and, most importantly, you have a Savior and a Heavenly Father. You are cared for. You have more worth than you can ever comprehend. And above all, please remember that this is not a lie. This is the truth. You are loved. If you're struggling with depression, then please talk to someone. Anyone. Let them know how much you're hurting. If you only ever listen to one piece of advice I give, let it be this. Talk to someone. Get help. Open yourself up to receive help and love from people who will never lie to you. And if you don't have depression, then please resolve to be a comfort to those who do. Learn how to be that support, learn how to be that person who can help push away the lies, even if it's only for a moment.

Elder Jeffrey R Holland said it best, so I'll let him close out this blog post.

~Kylie

People Who Are Just As Excited About This As I Am: Assemble!

Today I discovered that something I hoped would be the best thing ever is indeed the actual best thing ever.

After the major and well deserved success of The Avengers and all other Marvel Studios endeavors, I think we can all agree that Marvel and Disney can pretty much do anything they want to.

And boy howdy did they.

If you haven't heard about "Marvel Universe LIVE!" then I strongly suggest you read up on it on their official website. If you're more like me and are way too lazy to click that link and navigate their website, then I'll tell you what it is in my next sentence. "Marvel Universe LIVE!" is a stunt show extravaganza featuring a ton of Marvel characters doing what they do best--throwing punches and jumping on/off stuff. Not to mention, it has all the cheese and campiness of a Disney On Ice performance, except the only time there's punching in Disney On Ice is when something has gone horribly, terribly wrong. But in this show, something has gone horribly, terribly wrong when people aren't being punched. And while Disney On Ice generally disappoints me because I want it to be more spectacular and less cheesy, there's nothing I love more than watching my favorite superheroes act like total dweebs.

 

AND LOOK LIKE DWEEBS THEY DO.

 

Thor's helmet, Loki's bad wig, Tony's bad wig, hilarious and springy Chitauri, Steve helping a little old lady cross the street, and Peter unable to stop jumping all over the place? IT'S ALL BEYOND PERFECT.

 

I'll be seeing this when it comes into town early 2016. And I recommend you all join me. I'll be the one cheering every time somebody gets punched.

 

~Kylie



 

I'm Not Good at Dodgeball but DANG SON THAT WAS FUN!

7/11/14

I haven't posted in a long time.  I am working in my college town for the summer with chillun's, some days they are hilarious, others super annoying.  I have somewhat of a social life through my new Canadian friend across the street. She is amazing and I am so glad that I got to spend time with her.  She is moving to Taylorsville just down the road from my parents house so I can still see her when I visit!! Whoo!

Also Sister Merrill got home from her mission about two weeks ago! It is so nice to be able to talk to her and see her and hug her and I missed her so much I can't even describe. There was also drama, but we don't need to get into that because it doesn't matter as much about how terribly I missed her and how glad I am to have my friend back.

It's hot at night and I can't sleep. Just thought I would put that out there.

The fam is good, no drama. Andrew has a tooth now and is almost walking. He is also very funny because he will do anything to make you laugh.  Even pretend to choke on water when you know that he didn't even drink any water.

Ummmmm. I think that's the gist of everything.  Wait, I'm pretty sure Hermana Lloyd thinks I'm being a lousy friend because I am. I don't write her nearly enough and I want to apologize again for it here because she will read this when she gets back and I really need her to know that I'm sincere.  I am a bad friend when it comes to the communication department. I don't write when I should and I say all the wrong things because I've been told not to say certain things to missionaries.  I'm sorry Amanda.  You have every right to be mad and think I'm a bad friend. But you should also know that I value your friendship just as much as I do my family and my nephew and Kylie (because I would have died without her here the last little while).  I just needed it to be in writing. Hopefully you got my letter before you see this...

NOW TO THE REAL STORY OF THE DAY!!!

At work we have a water Friday, where we have water games for the second half of our day.  Today we couldn't do water day because it was rainy (HALLELUJAH IT IS COOL OUTSIDE!!) So instead we decided to have an hour long Doctor Dodgeball game.  Yes, I said an hour. But that's not the best part.

We have 160 kids registered to our program but we usually get around 90 everyday.  Today we had maybe 70 because of the weather.  Why is this significant you ask? Because our game was leaders versus kids.  There are 10 leaders at our park. 10 adults, 2 of whom are pregnant, and 2 male, against 70 hyperactive, dodgeball loving children between the ages of 6 and 14.  Oh yeah, it was intense.  And also possibly the funnest game of dodgeball I have ever played.  I hate that game, I always have because I am not coordinated enough to play it.  But man, I couldn't not stop laughing!

The kids were so great and I am pretty much dead due to exhaustion of running back and forth.  It also helped that today was a day that the kids were funny instead of annoying.  I saw so much biffing today it was priceless and could have won on AFV.  I also did an amazing job of biffing it.  I tried to catch a ball in our game so that our team could all be back in again, and I magnificently got to the ball in time, caught it securely, and proceeded to trip over my own feet and fall face first into the grass, clutching the ball.  It hurt, badly, but it was so amazing that I would do it again. I was a hero for five seconds, and the kids didn't even get me out afterwards!

And Kylie just told me that Bulgaria won the Quidditch World Cup so  WHOOOOOO PAAAARTY!

-Korrin

Artistic License

One of the greatest questions we can ask ourselves is what goes on in the minds of our children. What do they dream about? What do they aspire to be? What kind of nightmares haunt them in their waking hours?

As for me, I'm usually just trying to figure out how the figure on the paper they've massacred with their crayons even vaguely resembles a "doggy."

Back in early May, Justin was invited to compete at a Kearn's Math Masters competition. We were all excited for him, because even though he absolutely hates math, he's good at it. What better way to encourage him than to show up and cheer him on?

Unfortunately, Justin didn't win, but that didn't put a damper on our excitement. He had to pose for all kinds of pictures from all our family members. That gave me the chance to look around at the elementary.

I don't know if you've noticed this, but elementary schools are weird. They're all about encouraging kids to learn, so the walls are filled with student work. Drawings are crude and blindingly colorful. Reports are typed in large, friendly fonts. It's absolutely nothing like a college.

All elementary schools, for example, have that big bulletin board up by the main office that shows off some of the kids. When I was little, the whole school had to draw pictures of flags in order to represent where our families came from, and mine made the board. I was proud of it for about three days and then promptly ignored it because it was boring again. The same thing had (probably) happened to these kids.

Instead of flags stapled to the board, various eight by eleven pieces of paper were scattered around the words "Dream To Be" placed in the immediate center. One child wrote a short report on his or her dream to be a famous DJ one day. Another had written what seemed to be a poem. And there, nestled in the midst of it all, was this:

At first glance, it didn't seem like much. For some reason, Mario had snuck his way onto the page underneath the heading "New Super Mario Bros. Art & Pictures." I didn't really understand why Mario was there, but my attention quickly drifted to the other side of the page. It looked like Fix-It Felix was hanging out in the forest with a well-dressed tentacle man. It seemed strange, although not disturbing.

Until the note on the tree caught my attention.

The blank section of the tree trunk caught my eye first. "NO NO NO NO," it said, accompanied by a stick figure with strangely long and droopy arms. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "No," I whispered to myself. "No, this can't be right. What child would create this? What adult would allow this to be hung up in the front of the school?" But, sure enough, as I looked back at the tentacle man, I knew I was right.

The child had drawn Slenderman.

Although he wasn't exactly "slender," it was clearly him. The blank and bloody face. The suit. The red tie. The tentacles. The thought bubble that said "Die!" The knife in his left hand was a new feature, though. I was impressed with the child's ingenuity. If Slenderman wasn't scary and deadly enough, he had now been given a weapon other than his supreme tentacles of mass destruction. He had been given a bloody dagger. All those who had brushed him off before must now be shaking in their boots at the horrible, terrible, deadly knife held by the faceless specter.

"Oh, Felix," I whispered in horror, "What have you gotten yourself into?" I couldn't stop staring at the picture. How had one of my favorite Disney characters found himself in the same picture as such a dangerous weapon, let alone Slenderman? I had finally noticed the giant letters V and S on either side of the middle dividing line. So, it was to be war between them. I sighed. Felix and his trusty hammer didn't have a chance. He was certainly correct in his thought of "oh ou."

But was that Felix's hammer? Something didn't feel quite right. I leaned in closer to examine it. Surely, Felix had his hammer. It was part of his identity. Why would he swap it for another weapon?

I was in for yet another shock.

This imposter was likely not Fix-It Felix, and what he held in his hand was not his trusty golden hammer given to him by his father. No, it wasn't a hammer--it was much too blocky and not very golden. It was then that I saw the small lettering, revealing what it was. It was an "AK-467," bright and shiny and new, just waiting to take down that awful knife.

I don't know the outcome of the fight, let alone the fate of the child who witnessed such an encounter between a bloody knife and a fake Fix-It Felix. I can only hope it resulted in happiness for the innocent Slenderman held captive by the blade.



Quidditch World Cup 2k14

WHAT WHAAAAAAT.

MY TEAM WON.

THE TEAM I WAS CHEERING FOR WON.

I'M SO EXCITED I WANT TO JUMP ON THINGS AND SCREAM BECAUSE MY HOMEBOY CAUGHT THE SNITCH AWWWW YEAH.

I lived for Rita Skeeter's updates, I really did. It was the best. I only wish I could have been there.

~Kylie

PS--if you want to read up on the match, head to Pottermore!

ARE YOU KIDDING ME

5/13/14
Okay I know I literally just posted something but I need to say this.

What the heck is with all this marriage stuff happening?!  I know 8 people who have either been married or engaged in the last 2 months. Not to mention the 40 people in my singles ward that got engaged this school year. SERIOUSLY PEOPLE WHAT THE HECK?
I know we live in Utah and marriage age is low, but I was just on Facebook and saw that it was the birthday of one of my friends husband. They got married last month.  He turned 19 today. NINE FREAKING TEEN!  HE IS STILL A TEENAGER WHAT THE HECK?!  I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT IS GOING ON!! NOW PEOPLE ARE GOING TO BE LOOKING AT ME LIKE "When are you getting married Korrin? Don't you know you are going to be an old maid soon?" I;m 20. I've been 20 for two months. CALM THE FRICK DOWN! I HAVEN'T EVEN BEEN PROPERLY ASKED OUT ON A DATE YET IM NOT GOING TO BE MARRIED. I DON'T WANT TO BE MARRIED. I WANT TO STAY SINGLE AND RIDE THROUGH THE GLEN, FIRING ARROWS INTO THE SUNSET!

Okay rant over.

-Korrin

Just a Bit of Catch Up

5/13/14
I've said it before and I will say it again, I am terrible at this whole blogging thing. For that matter I'm terrible at this whole keeping up with people thing. I'm not good at writting my missionaries letters, or emails.  I'm not good at talking to people in general. So today I plan to play catch up.  This will be a sum up of the big things that happened in my life as I make a better effort to be a better friend.  For simplicity it will come in a list format.

• St. Patricks day is the best holiday ever!! Irish-ness and green and I freaking love that holiday.
• I am now 20 years old.  It's weird. It's a lot like being 19, except that people look at me differently. More like an adult than a child. This excludes my parents.  They will always consider me a kid.  They literally told me that yesterday.
• General Conference is the greatest thing in my life.  Nothing can compare.  It wasn't as strong this April as it was in October, but it was amazing nonetheless.  Elder Packer and Elder Holland were perfectly blunt as usual and I'm still amazed that the news didn't rip into them as much as they could have.  Also if you have questions about the Priesthood in any way, go to that conference, read it, study it, because they said it all. 
• Teachers are very very good at putting major deadlines on the same day.  Like papers and a late midterm and a project where you have to go to a shool and teach all at the same time.  It's very stressful and is one of the reasons I didn't blog, because it would have been a complaining fest. 
• Captain America 2 was one of the greatest movies and I loved it so much.  I kidnapped two of my friends and we went to see it a week after it came out. A WEEK. I was dying and it was the bestest thing.  I had my hands on my mouth most of the movie because it was so shocking and I'm still having feels from Bucky. #HailHydra
• The 16th of April was they one year anniversary of my Grammie's death.  It was one of the hardest days in my life.  The week before in school was super duper busy and the week after was what my school dubs, "Dead Week." (More on that soon) The anniversary was on a Wednesday.  I skipped school. I took a personal day off of work. And then I drove down to my parents house and we all went to put flowers on her grave.  It was very nice, except the sprinklers were going.  And there were wild rabbits which was super cool.  The rest of the day was spent with my parents, my sister, and my nephew.  We went and spent some time outside at Thanksgiving Point, which was beautiful. The day was very nice, but it was difficult for me. I miss her terribly.  
• Dead Week is supposedly a week where teachers are not allowed to give you tests.  It is meant to give you time to study for your finals that are the next week.  It is a LIE.  This is the week where all of your final projects are due and by the end of the week you are dead.  I had two final folders, where I had to compile everything we ever learned in the class, a 5 page final research paper on any topic, and math homework out the wazzoo due that week. Not to mention the two teachers that gave me my two take home finals, but I don't complain about that because take home finals. 
• Finals week was over for me on a Tuesday, but I had to stay the rest of the week for work.  Most of my time was spent fixing and cleaning my apartment so that it was spotlessly clean for moving day.  The thing is, I didn't move.  Two of my roommates didn't move.  One person moved out of our apartment, yet we still had to make it look like no one was living there and it had to be perfectly clean.  We labored for 8 straigh hours to accomplish this task, and we still didn't pass.  It was one of the most annoying things to ever happen ever. 
• I went home for two days and then back to my apartment for the last week of work.  The kiddos went cray cray! Like it was amazing how bad it got.  We had over 60 disciplinary actions in two days.  But it was really fun and I am really going to miss those kids.  Like a lot. I actually can't wait for my summer job to start because I may get to see some of them again.  Next fall semester is going to suck because I probably won't be able to work there.  :(
• Now I am home for two weeks on vacation.  Except the kids got me sick so I have a cold too.  
• I got to Skype with Amanda on Sunday because her mom is the bestest person ever and invited me and Kylie even though it was mothers day.  I had a hard time accepting the invitation because it was a family thing, but it was super great to see her and I wish I could have seen Emily and Brianna too.  
• Yesterday my nephew had surgery to fix something. Nothing major but it wasnt fun either. So I spent most of the day at the hospital only to come back with a very unhappy baby that would not let go of his mommy.  It broke my heart to see him that way.  Except some times it was really funny because he was so exhausted that he would fall over as he was sitting.  

There.  Now we are all caught up.  I will have Kylie kick my butt into gear so that I do this more.  Again I publicly appologize for my lack of keeping my priorities straight.  And this post is pretty boring but it was necessary. Feel free to skip it. Wait you've already read it... HAHA SUCKER!!

-Korrin

Oh Captain, My Captain

NO THIS ISN'T OBSCENELY LATE YOU'RE OBSCENELY LATE.




I am absolutely exhausted but it was SO freaking worth it.

Comic con was like a shining nerd haven of glory and t-shirts.

And nachos. Those are pretty important.

But oh my gosh. Holy flipping cow. I was in the SAME BUILDING at the SAME TIME as some of my all-time favorite people.

Like I saw Brent Spiner.

BRENT. FLIPPING. SPINER.

Don't even attempt to tell me that wasn't freaking awesome.

But that wasn't even my favorite part of the con.

The con was awesome right from the beginning, when we pulled into the parking garage. My dad had been screaming "NERD!" at everyone we passed on the way in, so I was already super excited and the parking garage only made it a million times better.

"A parking garage?" you say. "Why the flip were you so excited about a dumb parking garage? Are you mentally stable?" Well, reader, if you just hold your horses and slow down a bit, I will tell you all about the parking garage. And no I am not mentally stable because finals DON'T JUDGE ME.

So I don't know if you've ever been to the Salt Palace before, but the parking garage has really low ceilings and is very poorly lit.

There is no color.

You can barely see anything.

Just cement walls, pillars, and ceiling.

It was awesome.

I wanted to run around and jump on cars and play Secret Captain America WWII Bunker. I wanted to scream as loud as I could just to see how long it would take to echo back to me. I wanted to try and find Nathan Fillion's car or Patrick Stewart's car or other famous people's cars just to see if I could find them but not to follow them because I'm not creepy.

And then Katniss got out of a car not too far away from us and I almost fainted.

Because it was real.

I had wanted this my entire life, and I was just now realizing my dream was coming true.

I can't explain what it was like when I walked through the doors. I just laughed. Because these were my people. They all felt the same way I did about a lot of the same things. They all wanted to experience this just as bad as I did.

Kori, Amanda's awesome nerd cousin, managed to sneak me into Nathan Fillion's panel and I can never repay her for that. It was glorious. I WAS IN THE SAME ROOM AS MY CAPTAIN. And as awesome as you think that man is, let me tell you, he is a million times more awesome in person. He's hilarious and charismatic and just a happy person.

I kind of wish I had been able to meet him, because I was wearing my Captain Hammer Stalker t-shirt and I know he would've said something awesome. But a couple people did end up commenting on how my shirt was an extremely "clever idea," so that was pretty great.

Anyways, I ended up leaving the Con and coming back later with Kenzi. She bought a full set of Dragon Balls and we spent most of the night sending questionable Snapchats and throwing innuendos back and forth. Best of all, we made it to the Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog sing-along. Seriously though--being trapped in a room with 700 other nerds all trying to out-sing and out-quote each other is one of the best things you can ever experience.

Really though, Comic Con was everything I'd ever dreamed it could be and more. It was beautiful.

~Kylie


PS: here are some legit pictures of Nathan Fillion that I took

My Review of Captain America: The Winter Soldier

BUCKYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

*cries 5eva*

 

 

 



~Kylie

April 1st

The first day of April is a wonderful day.

Firstly, it is the birthday of the best Weasley twins ever, Gred and Forge.

Secondly, it is the day that I can mess with everybody and they can't be mad at me for too long because they should just expect it by now.

This is extremely beneficial when you are me.

So today, instead of coming up with some elaborate April Fool's Day prank and tricking all of you, Korrin and I teamed up to prank Hammy.

I had the brilliant idea of telling Hammy that I had been asked out on a date last night at Family Home Evening, because I knew she would scream and gallivant on and on and ask me a billion questions.

Instead, I got an immediate phone call and a furious sounding Hammy on the other end demanding that I tell her what happened.

It was awesome.

Although, there wasn't as much screaming as I anticipated. And there was a lot of "Kylie, you're a butt." And a surprising amount of "Kylie, you're so conceited."

But it was still a fantastic prank.

~Kylie, the prankmaster

Dialogue: Steinbeck

Professor: You know, John Steinbeck could have been a marine biologist.

Me: *should.


~Kylie

Two Posts Today Because This Is So So SO Important

LOOK AT THIS. LOOK AT IT NOW.

BEHOLD.

THIS IS MY LIFE NOW.


~Kylie

The Saint of the Step

The title of this blog post actually has nothing to do with the actual blog post.

Just a reference to one of the very best Disney Channel Original movies ever.

Oh, and also the holiday but mostly Tim Omundson.

It's been a while since there's been a post, so I figured we'd celebrate the holiday a little bit.

So here's a video of a boxing chicken practicing said boxing in front of a chicken restaurant.




Enjoy.


~Kylie

I Feel Like I Should Post Something

I don't know what to post, though.

Nothing exciting has happened lately.

I mean, I've seen The Lego Movie twice (by the way, if you haven't seen it yet, then throw everything down and go watch it NOW I'm not even joking what are you waiting for). I've screamed at Sherlock season 3 far more than any sane human should ever scream at a television program. I've read a couple of freaky books for my utopian/dystopian literature class. I wrote a six page story for my midterm, and while reading it out loud to the class discovered that my printer decided to just not print page four. I took a couple of online quizzes to see what specific pop culture character I'd be. And now I'm rewatching Firefly in what few spare hours I find lying around.

Literally nothing is going on.

Nothing.

That's it. That's all I got.

Kbye.



~Kylie

WHAT NO THIS CANNOT BE

OH NO GUYS

WE MISSED RAGNAROK

FENRIR MUST'VE HIT A LITTLE BUMP IN THE ROAD

IT'S OKAY, DUDE

WE'LL GET YOU OUT OF THERE

SO THAT ALL HEL CAN BREAK LOOSE


I KNOW THIS SEEMS LIKE A BAD DECISION

BUT I PROMISE IT ISN'T

mainly because we're going to make sure that I'm the surviving female and Tom Hiddleston is the surviving male






~Kylie, soon to be last female survivor of the apocalypse

A Bit Disappointed

2/22/14

I'm officially not an Oakcrest Counselor this year.  Instead I will probably be staying here over the summer and working. This really sucks but is probably a blessing in disguise. I trust The Lord to watch over all his children and that means I'm not meant to be at Oakcrest for the girls that go and probably for me too.  Who knows, maybe by staying in Logan I will finally start actually dating.

-Korrin

Crying Happens For A Lot of Reasons

2/21/14

So I have a few things that really need to be said to accurately display my life and all of them involve crying of one form or another.

First, being sick and still having to go to school and work kinda sucks.  Like I actually have to walk and talk and do homework when I feel like my head is going to impolde from pain. I got a cold one week as I was visiting my parents...

Side note: that reminds me. I applied to work for Oakcrest Girls Camp this summer. It's basically the greatest camp of all time and is one of the main pillars that built my testimony. I was visiting my parents because I had an interview which was really weird. They greeted me with hugs. All twelve of them. At the end of the interview I bore my testimony. And then they gave me a hand out like you get at Relief Society with chocolate and everything telling me that they would make their decsion of Saturday the 22nd. Tomorrow, at 5pm. I'm dying cause I really want this job. But whatevs, back to talking about my cold.

My body apparently thinks it is only okay to be sick when I'm at home so everytime I go I get sick. This time was no different. In fact I probably got my four month old nephew sick who in turn got his mother sick.  That made me cry. Mostly because I don't like doing things when sick. And my nephew is adorable so when he feels bad I feel bad.

Then Valentines Day happend and I felt better. And you heard about that already. Crying from laughter.

Then I went home again because my parents needed to get the car they let me borrow inspected. And I saw my nephew who was sick. He stuck his face in my mouth, and his spit covered hand, and I kissed him a lot because it is really hard not to, and so now I am sick again. This happened today and I am not a happy camper.  It's really hard to yell at kids, outside in the cold, when you have a sore throat. Crying from pain and frustartion.

Last Tuesday, the 11th, my dearest roommate Hammy got engaged to Josh, our awesome neighbor who geeks out with me constatly and we are buddies.  They have been dating since September and I am super happy for them. Crying from happiness. But I am also sad and grossed out because we are freaking 19 and it seems weird that some of my friends are serving the Lord while others are picking a temple to get married in. Life is weird and I don't like it. But in other good news, this is the roommate that Kylie and I share a friendship with and so her Bachorlette party is pretty much planned already. In fact it was pretty much planned on the 12th. We are really excited. I can't give you details because Hammy might actually start reading our blog (as if! JK i love you!!) but it is going to be so epic that we have to send the chilluns that are hammy and josh's little sisters because there is going to be grown up girl time. I can't wait to see her face. Crying from manic, evil laughter.

And most recently, like in the last ten minutes, I have finally caught myself up fully on Hermana LLoyd's blog. And now I am crying because I miss her so flipping much. She is doing so good and is still her and I really miss her and Em and Bri and WHY DO PEOPLE HAVE TO BE GONE!

Whoo, sorry. That may have gotten a bit sketchy at the end there. I know that everyone in my life is where they are because that is where they are needed. Amanda is in Argentina because she is changing peoples lives there and being a gringa. Emily is in Minnesota because there is someone there that needs her special spirit and optimism. Brianna is in Cali because the people there need her. Kylie is in her school in Utah because...she needs her education and I couldn't have survived with out her. I am in my other school in Utah because there are people who have needed me or will need me here. (mostly Hammy because she had a stalker situation and now a marriage to plan and there is no way in the world that she can handle the stress with out me. But also because Kylie couldn't have survived without me either) Everyone is where they need to be. But I still miss  them bunches.

I cry a lot if you couldn't tell. Some of it is metaphorical crying that I keep inside because I am and woman and that is what we do. Some actually happens, like the missing my missionaries.

-Korrin
PS. I had a dream the other night with Hermana Lloyd in it. She came with her companion and mission president to visit me from Argentina and we spent the day together on my campus laughing and being awesome. this was a good change from the nightmares I have of my missionaries coming back and hating my guts.

Sometimes You Just Have to Fall when Laughing

2/14/14

As you all know today is Valentines Day. What you may not have yet realized is that I am very single on this day of love. So all I expected of this day was to sit in my couch in pajamas (which I am currently doing) and watch movies with the roommate whose date works till 9:30. Little did I know that Kylie had planned to send me a special treat. She mailed me and hammy a valentine. The one she sent to me was much better though. 

    

I fell on the floor because I was laughing so hard. It's perfectly accurate and I love it. 

-Korrin

One Sentence Blog Post: SIGNIFICANT AND IMPORTANT

It's future-husband Tom Hiddleston's birthday today LIGHT THE CANDLES we're having a party








UPDATE:
My mom is the best mom ever and she and Justin made today the best birthday ever. BEHOLD THE GLORY!

It's Not Just Groundhog's Day

2/2/14
As most of you know, Feburary 2nd is Groundhog's Day.  The day where our fate of winter or spring is decided by a underground rodent seeing his special little shadow or not.
But to my family it is more than that. Today is my Grandpa Elman's and Grammie Bertie's wedding anniversary. (Don't ask me why they got married on groundhogs day, I don't know.) And for the first time in 15 years, they are spending today together.
They got married in 1944.

They had five wonderful chidren together (the youngest having the bestest youngest daughter ever ;)) and had two children waiting for them in Heaven due to miscarriages.
My grandpa passed in 1998, I was four years old so I don't remember him much. But I do remember what his loss did to my sweet grandma.  She loved him so much that she was never the same again after. She had an accident and some of her memory was off, but no matter what, she could tell you anything you wanted to know about Elman.
Grammie passed away last April, she rejoined the love of her life and whatever children that were waiting for her there two weeks before my finals.  She probably also met some of her grandchildren that had yet to be born. I believe this because my nephew was born after her passing, and my sister often feels the prescence of our Grammie. I'm also pretty sure she told Drewbles to be nice to me because he is the only baby that has ever liked me for more than two seconds.
Now, for the first time in 15 years, my grandparents can spend their wedding anniverary together. I'm positive that they are happy.  I am also positive that they love their family, and watch over all of us.
I miss my Grammie. So much that it hurts. But I am so happy that she is with my grandpa.  He may not have been the greatest man, but he was her love. I saw how much she missed him, and now she can be happy. That is the greatest thing of all.

I'm sure they are serving in Heaven together today. They probably have also visited their progenity. I know they are happy.
Happy 69th Wedding Anniversary Grandpa Elman and Grammie Bertie. I miss you. Thanks for the chair that I am now sitting in.

Also, simulataneously, while that is happening, Kylie and I will be robbing the Second National Bank of all its two dollar bills.

-Korrin

The Brunt of the Blow

If you haven't figured it out yet by the posts I've already created, I am ridiculously silly. I am so silly, it is a miracle that I've made it this far into college. Sometimes, I think I'm so silly that I should just become a comedian, but then only three people would find my jokes to be funny and I would die a poor, lonely hobo out on the cold Salt Lake streets.

With all this silliness, you'd think that I'd need some sort of outlet for it, right?

Spoiler alert: I totally do. I need someone to validate it.

And naturally, you would think that person would be someone who would get my jokes, right?

Spoiler alert: it totally is. 

And naturally, the logical person to fill this spot would be Korrin, right?

Spoiler alert: no.

Let me repeat that.

No. Korrin is not the person I send all my silly rambles to.

"But that makes no sense!" you cry. "Who are you going to tell?!"

Answer: I tell Amanda.

Whenever I do/think/say something hilarious, my immediate reaction is to email Hermana Lloyd and tell her how hilarious I am.

This usually works out fairly well. I'll shoot off a quick email and get a response the next P-day. Not only does it validate me, but it gives me the chance to learn the value of patience. Also, I generally forget that I've written to her and I get to be reminded just how funny I am while being validated for being funny.

Korrin just tells me I'm silly and then moves on with her day.

Amanda and I start hypothetical boat races featuring Erik and wax Harrison Ford.

Now, this has all been a big introduction to the point I wanted to bring up: the weird, random crap I send to Amanda all the time. Trust me--this is where the story gets good.

Last night, with the power of a single Benadryl flowing through my blood stream at eleven o'clock at night, I opened up my scriptures and started to read.

The following is an exact transcript of what I sent to Amanda.

Subject: This is why I need to sleep

 

Read 1 Nephi 3:2

Got it?

Okay.

Get ready for this.

*clears throat*

I dreamed a dream in time gone byyyyy

Well, actually, it was last niiiiiight

I dreamed about geneologyyyyy

And some gold plates we need to go geeeeeet

These plates are really pretty coooool

They'll tell us lots of awesome storieeeees

Except they don't belong to uuuuuuus

They kind of belong to that one guy Labaaaaaaan

But Laban's men stand in the wayyyyy

So you'll have to bargain with hiiiiiim

And be careful; he's not niiiiiiiice

In fact, he's usually a jeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEERK

Anyways, you'll have to goooooo

While I stay here with your mothereeer

Sorry about your older brotheeeeers

Yeah, I know, they're big old whineeeeers

But I know that you'll be goooood

Because you trust God and you're awesomeeeeee

You can go, and you can dooooooo

And you'll come out victorioooooooous

I had a dream about a treeeeeeee

Oh wait that hasn't quite happened yet

Don't worry, I bet I'll have one SOOOOOOOON

'Cause as a man of God

There are lots of dreams

I

Dreeeeeeeeeeeeeeam

I would apologize, but I'm not sorry.

~Kylie 

Children are Flipping Hilarious

1/30/14
I work for an Elementary school and some times those kids are the only good things that happen to me that day. They can also be the things that I want to yell at more than anything most days, but you can't have everything.
I work with the 5th graders and today was a very special day. Today was their maturation day.  Maturation day is a day when they separate the boys and girls and teach them all the wonderful things that happens to a body when they go through puberty. If you have ever been around an eleven year old you can imagine how well it goes.  My kids came into homework room going, "Miss Korrin, it was so terrible and gross!" Of course I asked them what had happened and they told me. It took all of my will power to hold in my raucous laughter. You see T.O.M. happened to visit me this week. So the kids came in and were complaining about how gross it is growing up and the stuff your body does and I can only sit there laughing silently to myself because I was going through exactly the kind of thing they were talking about and I completely agreed with what they were saying. It was also funny because it was just the boys screaming about how terrible it was. The girls kept saying, "It really wasn't that gross."
Also 5th grade boys get way to excited about deodorant. Each and every one of them came and showed me their free deodorant. All of them. The best part was my coworker (who is male) was like "Man, I really want free deodorant." The laughter was flowing at the beginning of work today.

So that is my story of how children can be flipping hilarious.

In other news, my roommate Camas and I just finished watching the first act of Holy Musical B@man so I am super happy right now.  She is loving it and soon I will have someone in Logan that I can share my happiness with completely.  TOTES EXCITED!

-Korrin

The Church of Hufflepuff

1/26/14
Kylie and I talk during church. It happens, we are starting to not be able to go through church without each other.  And today was super hilarious. This happened in Kylie's Sunday School class today.

Yeah, thats right. Our Church is full of Hufflepuffs. We proved it all through my Sacrament Meeting and through her Relief Society.

I was entertained through all of sacrament. This was way more entertaining than talks on family history. I mean...I listen in church. Of course I listen. I am a good member of this Church.

So that is how we proved that our church is now full of Hufflepuffs. No wonder Sister Emily Face is such a good missionary and has always been the most upright of us in churchy matters.  She is the perfect member from being a Hufflepuff.

And yet another reason proving that Kylie and I are the most hilarious people on the face of the planet.

--Korrin

I'm Starting To Sense A Reoccuring Theme On This Blog

Korrin is trying to kill me.

Does anyone else see the problem with this? Anyone?

Because I do.

I very much see a problem with this.

I want to live and not-die. This is a thing I try to do on a daily basis, in fact.

But does Korrin care about this goal?

NO.

NO SHE DOES NOT.

She blatantly told me that she was going to kill me this weekend. She told me last night while we were texting.

My friends have no regard for my safety.

Coincidentally, that is also the title of this drawing I made just before Amanda and Emily left:

ANYWAYS, all of you should donate to the Foundation For Helping Kylie Not Die By Korrin's Hand.

Please.

Every dollar counts.


Also, I don't want to die.


~Kylie

So Maybe I Have A New Obsession

There's this doll maker online and I'm really good at procrastinating making them and I might need rehab to kick this addiction.


Try to guess who all of these are:

 

 

 

(Hint: They're all Anna and Elsa from Frozen)

 

This one is Christine in the Elissa costume... when she's in Hannibal... which is a fake opera... in The Phantom of the Opera... which is not confusing at all. It's also the first one I made.

 

 

Here's Lizzie Bennett...

Lydia Bennett...

And Jane Bennett! (She wants me to tell you that it's so nice to see you.)

 

 

And then, of course, I made me. I had to.

 

 

 

 

So don't worry. I'm keeping busy up here at school.

 

~Kylie