Sunday

He moves crowds, guaranteed!

What do you do guaranteed?!

If you tell me what that's from, ten bonus points!..

Anyway-

The other day I went to the movies with my mother, sister, and Emma. The movie was called 'How Do You Know' (or something like that, I can't remember honestly). There is a part in the movie when the girl goes to visit a psychiatrist. She doesn't stay long; she decides it is not the kind of help she needs. On the way out she asks (this is paraphrasing),

"Have you found, through your work, a general answer or advice that can generally help anyone, through generally anything, in any general situation, in general?" (she really used that many generals)...

The guy answered,

"Yes. Figure out what you want, and figure out how to ask for it."

Genius.

That's so simple, yet so profound. I think that if I had only done that the last 22 years, I would have saved myself alot of stress. I think of it in two different ways:

1. Know what you want in terms of people. Decide what you would like, what would make you happy, what choice would benefit the most people, whatever. However you come to the decision, figure out what you want. Then, ask for it. That part is not always easy, that is what you have to figure out. I think you'll notice it becomes a lot easier after you know what you want. It is not knowing that holds you back. Not knowing what you want is what distracts you from asking for it; this, in turn, keeps you from solving things. When I am having life issues, it is because I don't know what I want. When I do know, I have something to work toward; I have a goal to achieve. The not knowing is what stresses me out, keeps me wondering, and causes problems. Just keep it simple. Figure out what you want, and figure out how to ask for it.

2. Know what you want in terms of prayer. I struggle so much in this area. I often want to just pray and have the right choice just come to me. "Tell me what you want me to do, Heavenly Father, and I'll do it." It's not so easy. We are not commanded in all things; we are expected to be anxiously engaged, and to do many things of our own free will and choice. If this is true, then I can't always ask the Lord to tell me what to do. This is where the advice comes in. If we figure out what we want (righteous desires of course :), we can then figure out how to ask for it. I think (this is gospel according to Misty) that there are different ways to ask for things. We can ask directly, through prayer. But I also think we can ask for certain things through our actions. We can ask for financial blessings through paying tithing; we can ask for spiritual blessings through keeping other commandments, etc. If we know what we want, we can figure out the best way to ask Heavenly Father for it.

I am sure there are other ways in which this advice is helpful. It is, after all, a "general answer that generally helps anyone, in any general situation, in general."

I just wanted to share.


Tuesday

Brace for impact...

These past few days I have had a sort of a staycation if you will. I have been in my Heber home by myself, doing boring things such as laundry and baking. I think in these two days I have seen every episode of both Rob and Big and Fantasy Factory (ever). It brought me to a few conclusions:

First, I will have a bulldog that skateboards. Now I know what you are thinking, "but Misty, you can't skateboard, how will you teach this to your adorable pup?" No worries kids, I have that under control. I have plenty of skateboarding friends. If all else fails, I have already decided Rob is my soulmate so I will just have him teach the thing. Also, if you are here to tell me bulldogs are fat, ugly, slobbering, wastes of space.. (in the words of a nice lady in Winslow) 'get outta ma face'. I know they are a pain, but I will love it anyway. Good day sir.

Also, I want to have a zip line and/or foam pit in my home. That one is completely unrealistic, but a girl can dream.

Anyway..

The real reason I am here is to talk about something else. Right before graduation, a good friend of mine told me to "brace for impact of adultish crap." Probably the best advice I have ever been given. I'm not sure I was braced enough, the impact hit pretty hard, but I was glad to be warned. He wasn't kidding. 

Trying to find where to start your life, a place to live, a job, and work around all the people/technicalities standing in your way all while being college broke and doing so in a timely manner so people don't consider you a loser... not that easy. I have been so stressed and confused, wondering why none of it has worked out thus far. Then today a thought came to me, 

"Where is your faith?"

I felt a little ashamed for being so greedy. I am so incredibly blessed. I think I was expecting the world to fall into place.. right in to my hands.. just because I was graduating. Maybe all this waiting is teaching me patience all while feeding me a little taste of humble pie. How can I be blessed with such things without a trial of my faith? And how can I be blessed without proving my willingness to put my trust in my Heavenly Father? I realize now I just need to know my prayers will be answered in the best way, even if that way isn't my way (or in my time, which is where I struggle most).

I also need to focus on what is most imporatant this time of year, the Savior. This is a time to reflect on His birth, life, example, and most importantly, the amazing gifts He has given us. The atonement and resurrection allow us to be blessed beyond anything we can imagine. This time of year is a time to love as He loves, to share what we know of Him, and to show our thanks for what He has done for us by being more like Him (every time of year is a time for this, but this time especially :). We can thank Him for His amazing gifts through random acts of kindness and serving others. I hope to remember that these next few days rather than focusing solely on myself and the stresses of everyday life. There are more important things to think about than being jobless, homeless (not literally), and broke. Christ was born in a stable, placed in a manger, and wrapped in swaddling clothes. He came from the most humble of beginnings, yet He never thought of Himself; He worried only about us. I hope to be more like my Savior this Christmas.

Ps. I am not sure how this started out as a rant about Fantasy Factory and turned in to a Christmas testimony. I don't mean to take away from the importance of the holiday with my silly stories about tv shows.
P.P.S. I have my Ragnar Relay in Feb, yeah? Well I haven't run in about a month, I used being busy as an excuse. Anywho, yesterday I tried to prove to myself I still had it in me, so I pulled an 8 mile run. Worst. Idea. Ever. I can barely walk! I nearly cried walking down the stairs this morning. Another taste of humble pie. Ha, pathetic.


Thursday

Friday

Misty vs. Graduation

Completed final papers and presentations this week: 5
Mental/emotional breakdowns: 1

Score as it stands:
Misty: 2
College: 1

One week. Four finals. I can almost taste it.

Monday

Top 10 Christmas Favs

Top 10 favorite Christmas songs 2010:
10. I Won't be Home for Christmas -Blink 182
(listen to it haha)
9. All I Want for Christmas is You -Mariah Carey
8. O Holy Night -Relient K
7. Where Are You Christmas -Faith Hill
6. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays -Nsync
(don't judge me, it's a childhood classic)
5. Hark! The Herald Angels Sing/Gloria -Mariah Carey
4. Christmas Lights -Coldplay
3. 30 Days -Never Shout Never
2. Baby, It's Cold Outside -Zooey Deschanel & Leon Redbone
1. O Holy Night -Nsync
(yes, it's on there twice, I love it, capisce? and once again, don't judge me for listening to Nsync Christmas, that song is amazing)

Christmas :)

I'm currently baking cookies, cupcakes, and rice crispie treats while listening to Christmas music and wearing a Minnie Mouse apron, I am so domestic right now.

I <3 Christmas

Sunday

10

Ten pointless things that I just want to tell someone:
10. I hate the song Silent Night.
9. My favorite Christmas song is O Holy Night.
8. I cried when Dobby died (twice).
7. Ron Weasley is my boyfriend in my mind.
6. The Jim Carrey version of the Grinch is possibly my favorite movie.
5. I haven't been kissed in two years on the 28th of this month. Some consider this an accomplishment, some consider it pathetic. It is what it is I guess. 
4. Sometimes, when I am feeling lazy, I say "go go gadget arm" hoping it will work so I don't have to get up (it never does).
3. I hate when people use facebook as a journal; if you do this, we do not need play by play of your life peeps (no offense.. I guess if this makes you happy, or you really do count it as a journal, eat your heart out, I will just delete you from my news feed. Jk. But seriously).
2. Since when did spandex and/or leggings become acceptable as pants? They are not pants people, they are intended to be worn in addition to, not instead of, the typical clothing used to cover your lower extremities. 
1. There was a girl at the movies wearing a spaghetti strap shirt and uggs. I don't want to judge the girl, I am sure she was nice.. but girl, you just have to choose one or the other. Is it hot or is it cold? We all know it's not both. 

Monday

I have a love/hate relationship with life changing decisions.

Well folks.. I graduate from college in just over three weeks. Woah. I may be slightly wiggin' out. I know I write about this alot, but it's a huge time in my life, like, "don't make the wrong decision because it effects the entire rest of your life." Yeah, they make it all seem so simple. N.O.T.

Kymber and I had decided to move to the valley together. I am sure you are thinking, "you can go anywhere in the world, why the valley?" Two reasons:
1. I lived in two amazing cities before now (Viterbo and Orlando). Both were fun, new, adventerous. Both offered me so much, yet offered me so little. I loved experiencing them, but I hated being so far from home. It is nice to get out and explore the world and see what I can become, but why do it all alone? If I were to move in with my sister, I could do all these things while spending time I will never get back with someone I love dearly. Sadly, we won't both be single forever (or maybe we will, but you get my point), so why not spend this time with her? Phoenix is a city just like Seattle, New York, London, Boston, all the places I would love to go. But Phoenix has Kymber, and it close to home. So Phoenix it is.
2. See #1, that was pretty much it.

Last weekend, though, I went to the valley for a concert (mayday parade = amazing). I went half insane just trying to get to the venue. The traffic was making me crazy. I began to realize I have never even liked the valley. I always told myself I would never just "move to the valley". Bor. ing. (No offense to people who live there, it just isn't my forte). 
Then, yesterday it snowed. Hello, snow. I nearly cried real tears of joy. I love snow. Also, Saturday night we drove 20 minutes and were in the middle of nowhere making smores over a fire. I was so happy! I love the woods. I love the middle of nowhere. I love the trees and the mountains. Phoenix = none of that. Blech.

I talked to Kymber about changing our plans.
"Why not live in Flag, Kymber?"
"Sure, but where will you work?"

Oh. Work. That's what people do after college. Forgot that part. Find a job, in this town? But where? So now, here I am, deciding between my happiness and my career. I mean, I am sure life will be perfectly adequate in the valley, but who ever wanted to describe their life as "perfectly adequate"? At the same time, I can stay in Flag and be blissfully happy about my surroundings, while maintaining a perfectly adequate job. But who goes to college for four years only to find a job that is "perfectly adequate"?

There is so much potential for the career I want in the valley, yet so much potenital for the small town lifestyle I crave in Flagstaff. How do I choose?! I know, prayer and fasting. I am doing those things.. but my sister needs an answer. She has to register for school soon. So I am trying to put somewhat of a rush on this life changing decision. Let's hope my answer is what it best! Darn you life for being so simple, yet so complicated.


Saturday

I love this little girl

video
"I'm a cute little girl with a cute little figure, stand back boys till I get a little bigger"

Music and Lyrics

I used to always say I felt bad for people who listened to music for the music and not the lyrics. I couldn't stand music that sounded good but said things like:

"You can stand under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh."

Come on Rihanna. Seriously who wrote that down and thought, "man, that's good stuff right there. Lyrics of champions." Not.
Sorry if you love that song, but really? I could go on and on about those songs. Fergie is the worst about it ("like a little school mate in a school yard, we'll play jacks and uno cards, I'll be your best friend and you'll be my Valentine" I can't take it.). ..but I am not here to talk about artists and their music. That's what makes them artists, they all have their own style. Besides, I have grown to rather like music with bad lyrics. Some of it is worth the music, and sometimes the lyrics are hilarious. I just learned not to take them seriously.

Example:

"I sing just like Aretha, so respect me like I’m Caesar
I kick it like Adidas, flowin’ sticky like adhesive
Be cautious, ’cause what I be on’ll leave you with amnesia
I break all the rules like Evel Knievel
It’s a spectacular show, ’cause my heart pumps diesel
So whatever you saying, it don’t entertain my ego
I do this everyday, Hocus Pocus is my steelo"

Ridiculous, but I love it.

Anyway, what I want to talk about is having mad respect for lyrical genius. Some people are lyrical prodigies I swear. Some people can just say things that make me wonder "how in the free world did they ever come up with that?" They say exactly what I am thinking or feeling in ways that describe it so perfectly. Maybe my vocabularly is simply lacking and therefore I can't be so creative myself; either way, it's impressive.

I am a song repeater to the core. I listen to the same song over and over (and over and over and over) again. Just part of my obsessive personality I guess (working on overcoming that). Anyway, lately I have had the same six songs on repeat. They are on a playlist on my computer and the playlist just repeats and repeats and repeats (Pete and Repete were sitting on a wall, Pete falls off and who is left? Think about it.). I have noticed all the songs are either horribly depressing or rather romantic. What can I say, I am a girl. Anyway, I hate to be terribly boring and post all the lyrics that I love, but where else can I share them? At least here you have the option of the red X in the top right corner to help you escape if you are terribly bored, rather than in conversation when you would just be listening to me ramble.


"Would it be ok if I took your breath away?"
"I've never seen a smile that can light the room like yours, it's simply radiant."
"I just feel complete when you're by my side."
- A Day to Remember


"...with these few words you'll erase me, two years of our lives meant nothing to you, but this fool that you've made of me has a lesson learned: you can't trust a lover who was never a friend."  

"I would have offered my life, taken you home, made you my wife, but hearing you now filling your mouth with all cowace lies, you're just a disguise of the girl of my dreams, but I know she is waiting for me, so I'll open my eyes to the day that's before me and leave here to find that next something new."
-Emery




"I've been trying way too long to try and be the perfect song when our hearts are heavy burdens we shouldn't have to bear alone"
(Are you kidding? That's so incredibly true, so profound. Our hearts ARE heavy burdens. They are so much, so intense with so many different feelings, and we shouldn't have to carry that burden alone. We need another, a heart's counterpart, to help us carry the burden of our heavy hearts. Amazing.)

"How'd I ever breathe without a goodnight kiss from goodnight you, the kind of hope they all talk about, the kind of feeling we sing about, sit in our bedrooms and read about like a passage from goodnight moon."

"There you were as I saw my Juliet come graceful down the stairs, it's hard to miss the way her eyes light up the room and still the air"
 -Go Radio


"She woke me up daily, don't need no Starbucks."
-Ludacris
(Haha just teasing, that was sarcasm)



"Inside I hope you know I'm dying with my heart beside me in shattered pieces that may never be replaced"
(I said some were depressing :/)

"I thought with a month of apart, together would find us an opening, moonlight would provide the spark and that I would stumble across your key, or break down the door to your heart. Forever could see us, you and me, and you'd help me out of the dark. I gave my heart as an offering."

"I know that you want me to want you, I want to."

-Mayday Parade

I'll stop there, you get the point. I would start with some Taking Back Sunday, but I'd be here all day. Those kids are amazing, I don't know how they do it. Anyway, all these lyrics probably seem a little strange out of context, but listen to the songs, you'll get where I'm going with all of this. I probably seem a little emo after seeing more of the songs I listen to.. I just picked the ones with the kind of lyrics that mean a little something, you know? Anywho, just wanted to point out that sometimes music can be about more than just the sounds. The lyrics can say so much. Not to get all corny, but it really is poetic (I guess I am gangster in my mind and emo in my heart).

If you have stuck with this post all the way until now, thanks for listening to my rantings. Here is a little treat to break up the monotony, some comic relief...

Friday

Tuesday

626

...days until Olympics: London 2012.

I'm so there it's insane. It is my graduation gift to myself... two years later. I am beginning my "Operation: London 2012" savings account as soon as I get a "real job". It has been a dream of mine to attend an opening cermonies since... well since forever, as far as I can remember, not really sure how long that is, probably since the beginning of time.

I think that if I save a small percentage (who am I kidding? It will be a rather large percentage, but with nobody but myself and my bills to pay for, I think it can be done) every month until 2012, I will have enough to pay for my trip. I love the Olympics like I love breathing, and London even more so. Michael Phelps 2012? Yes, please.

I also want an english bulldog. I better get a good job.

In other news, my little brother's football team is going to the state championship this weekend. They will be playing the Joseph City Wildcats (gag noise). Reminds me of ancient times when I was a young little lad (is a lad a boy? maybe I was never a young lad, just when I was a wee little one I guess) and we were faced with the same Wildcats for a state championship game. Every time this thought comes to mind, so does the famous line of a song you may know,
"WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, MY FRIEND. WE'LL KEEP ON FIGHTING 'TIL THE END. WE ARE THE CHAMPONS, WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, NO TIME FOR LOSERS 'CAUSE WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS...OF THE WORLD."

That song is so much more fun to sing when you mean it. Yesssss. In your face Joseph City, my softball team of 2006 are the champions, I'll always have that to hang over your heads. All the members of my family have been state champions (Kymber pitched for our varsity team and therefore was part of my and Lacy's championship team). No pressure little bro, but you better win and uphold the family title. Go Mustangs. I bleed red (so does everyone else, but, you know, I bleed red for the Mustangs).

Some inspiration, little bro:

"Rise up and take the power back, it's time that
The fat cats had a heart attack, you know that
Their time is coming to an end, we have to
Unify and watch our flag ascend, so come on
They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
WE WILL BE VICTORIOUS."
-Muse.

Thankful November

Wednesday: November 1st, 2010

I am thankful for my FHE Family.

Tuesday: November 2nd, 2010

I am thankful for those who fight for my right to vote.

Thursday

Speak now.. or forever hold your peace.

So.. today I bought Taylor Swift's new album. I am sure some of you are thinking "gag" and some of you are thinking "me too!". I like it, but I know many people think otherwise of Taylor Swift's music. That's ok, we all are entitled to our own opinions, interests, and tastes. I am not here to promote her in any way... I only bring her up because she is the inspiration of the subject I want to talk about.

Speak now. That is the title to her new album. When I heard her new song, "Speak Now," I wondered why in the free world she named her album after that of all songs. It is a little weird. I didn't like it... at first. 

But then I read the prologue to her album. I will just quote it verbatim, she said it all way better than I could:

"'Speak now, or forever hold your peace,' the words said by preachers at the end of wedding ceremonies all over the world, right before the vows. It's a last chance for protest, a moment that makes everyone's heart race... So many fantacize about bursting into a church, saying what they'd kept inside for years like the movies. In real life, it rarely happens. 


Real life is a funny thing, you know. In real life, saying the right thing at the right moment is beyond crucial. So crucial, in fact, that most of us start to hesitate, for fear of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. But lately what I have begun to fear more than that is letting the moment pass without saying anything. 


I think most of us fear reaching the end of our life, and looking back regretting the moments we didn't speak up.  When we didn't say 'I love you.' When we should've said 'I'm sorry.' When we didn't stand up for ourselves or someone who needed help....

Words can break someone into a million pieces, but they can also put them back together. I hope you use yours for good, because the only words you'll regret more than the ones left unsaid are the ones you use to intentionally hurt someone.

What you say might be too much for some people. Maybe it will come out all wrong and you'll stutter and you'll walk away embarrassed, wincing as you play it all back in your head. But I think the words you stop yourself from saying are the ones that will haunt you the longest.

So say it to them. Or say it to yourself in the mirror. Say it in a letter you'll never send or in a book millions might read someday. I think you deserve to look back on your life without a chorus of resounding voices saying 'I could've, but it's too late now.' 

There is a time for silence. There is a time waiting your turn. But if you know how you feel, and you so clearly know what you need to say, you'll know it. 

I don't think you should wait. I THINK YOU SHOULD SPEAK NOW."
-Taylor Swift   

Brilliant. The girl is brilliant. I love that idea- speak now. I have a new found love for the song. There is a lyric in the song that says, "you need to hear me out and they said speak now." I will try to adopt that philosophy into my life (using it for good of course, there are always times to hold your tongue if you want to say something hurtful to someone). That line will hopefully be my anthem for saying how I feel when my fears and insecurities hold me back, as I all too often hold my feelings inside. Not to mention, I hope to use it to help me remember to be quicker to say I'm sorry and more eager to remind those I love how much they mean to me. No reason to hold all of that inside when it can do so much good being spoken aloud.

I hope you will take that in to account as well :)

I think whether or not we are a fan of hers, we can all agree with and maybe relate to what she said. I know I can do a much better job of speaking now. Do it, don't hold back. Don't hold it in, and don't find yourself living in regret because you wouldn't just say it.


Friday

Self-Reflective Essay

This is an essay I had to write for my capstone class. The only instructions were to write a self reflective essay on how I have changed since the beginning of college. I have fixed it a bit, revised and edited it for class, but here it is in raw form. I just wanted to share because it means alot to me to realized just how much I really have changed since freshman year:

When I graduated high school, I was a small town girl with no idea of the world. I had never stepped a foot outside the United States. I didn’t know the beauty of diversity. I didn’t understand that there were ways of life beyond that of a small town girl from Heber, Arizona. My parents had provided me with many opportunities, yet I had never experienced much of life on my own.


My first day of college, I had no idea what to expect. Stereotypical, yes, but true. I guess I figured it would be like high school, only glorified. For a while, it was. My classes weren’t particularly difficult. I didn’t drink or party or waste away my life being irresponsible. Although I did enjoy the freedoms of living on my own, I still had the self control to do homework, go to work, and maintain a social life. I had good grades and I worked hard. I knew what I wanted to do with my career; I knew who I wanted to be.

I was a business major, accounting in particular. I chose accounting because I liked numbers; I chose business because I liked men in suits (clearly I was very mature). I had never had a challenge when it came to school. I came to NAU on scholarship, part of which required me to have high grades. It wasn’t hard for me to attain high grades. School came natural to me.

Sometime during the second semester of my freshman year, my friend suggested we study abroad. I had no obligations and nothing to hold me down so I thought, “sure, let’s do it.” I chose to study in Italy. I chose it because I knew it was a beautiful place (and for no other reason). Who knew it would end up being the most amazing and life changing experience of my life.

I went to Italy just a small town girl. I went not fully realizing the challenges that lay ahead. I had never been anywhere where the people didn’t speak English. I had never been anywhere I couldn’t contact my mother whenever I decided to do so. I had never been given free rein to explore. I had never been in a situation where I felt fear, and had to use myself and my own instincts to overcome and remove myself from the situation. I had never been anywhere that tested my faith. I had never been anywhere that challenged my ability to think for myself. I had never fully taken care of myself.

Once I got to Italy, I realized nobody understood what I was saying. I realized I had no idea where I was going. I realized I couldn’t communicate asking for directions. I realized that certain gestures that were appropriate to an Italian felt completely inappropriate to me. I was irritated with the people for not understanding me. I was annoyed they couldn’t speak to me in ways I could understand. I was fearful I might be put in a compromising situation because I couldn’t read street signs. I was afraid. I was tested and pushed to the limit, and yet I was alive with the joys and pains I felt by being there.

I taught myself to love the Italians. I learned to embrace the language barrier because that meant we had something to learn from each other. I learned that the world does not revolve around me. I learned there is more to the world than Heber, Arizona. I learned to travel by myself. I learned to be aware of less than safe situations. I learned to buy a plane ticket and book a hotel room. I learned to use languages and gestures that I was not accustomed to. I learned to be adventurous. I learned to accept and embrace culture. I learned to pull myself out of bed and take myself to church. I taught myself how to cook because I couldn’t just call my mother on a whim and ask a recipe. I learned so many things about the world that I had never known before. I learned just how big the world really is.

I also learned to love and appreciate my family. I learned to love the times we are together, and to appreciate the ability I have to be in constant contact with them. I learned that I love the United States of America. I learned I am patriotic. I learned just how much I loved the wide open spaces and the pine trees. I learned that as beautiful as it was to find new culture, it was also beautiful to be home.

Upon returning to the US, I jumped right back in to school at NAU. I continued to work hard and get good grades, until accounting 302. I had taken accounting classes before, and done decent in them. Not my best work, but I figured it was just the aftershock of taking a semester off and moving abroad. But accounting 302, that was another story. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I hated school. I was never happy in it. I was miserable every day that I had to attend class. I couldn’t figure out the change in myself. I loved school, why was I feeling this way? Then one day it just came to me, “I don’t like accounting.”

That was not acceptable. I was going to be an accountant. Everyone knew I was going to be an accountant, and I couldn’t let them down. I am good with numbers, I have to like accounting. I went back and forth in my mind for several weeks over the topic. I didn’t know what to do, but all the time I was miserable. At the time, I had 18 credit hours. One day, I just decided to drop my accounting class. If I decided to go back, I could start over and retake the class. I f not, maybe that was my answer. After dropping the class, I realized that was what was making me miserable. I was so much happier without it!

So there I had it. I was no longer an accounting major. Where to go from there? I didn’t want to move out of the college of business because I was about 3 years in to it at that point. It wasn’t until I took Bizblock that I realized I wanted to be in marketing. It was the creative side of business, it was so fitting! I loved it; it was the best part of my week to be in marketing classes.

The change that took place in me as a result of changing my major was the realization that I had to be happy in my career, even if that meant telling people I couldn’t handle accounting. I learned to not worry what other people thought, and to do what was best for me. I learned that you can be good at something, and not enjoy it. I learned that college is more than just gaining an education; college is also a pre-step in deciding the rest of your life. Are you going to do what people expect of you, even if it makes you unhappy? Or will you find the courage in yourself to do what you want to do, what is best for you? I learned to do the latter, and I am so happy with my major choice as a result.

My senior year of college, I moved to Orlando for an internship at Disneyworld. I completed the college program there. When I moved to Orlando, I had never lived in such a big city before. I had never been so pressured to smile so much. I had never been taught appropriate customer service skills. I had never seen so much of the United States. I had never helped make anyone’s dreams come true. Disney gave me all of these experiences. I learned how to respond to frustrated guests. I learned how to calm a crying child. I learned how to love children. I learned how to keep smiling all day long no matter what. I learned that by simply playing the part, I was part of the magic of the Disney Company. I also learned the importance of the business side of life. I learned how a company should treat its employees. I learned how employees should treat the company they work for. I learned to trust and respect my overhead. I learned to voice my opinion. I learned to think for myself when finding solutions to problems. I learned to work in high stress situations calmly.

When I arrived home from Disney, I was once again thrown back in to school at NAU. This time it was harder. This time is was senior year. My classes were hard. My professors expected more of me. I didn’t feel like I had more to give. I felt so mentally drained after 4 years of college, and I was ready to be done. Because of this, I learned to push through these rough times. I learned to persist when I feel I have nothing left to give. I learned to keep moving forward when I feel it is time to quit. I learned I have it in me to succeed when I doubt my abilities.

So, here I am now. I am a second semester senior in college. In 10 or so short weeks I will be graduating. I WILL BE GRADUATING. I will receive a piece of paper that represents everything I have just shared. I will receive that confirmation that all I have been through was for a purpose. I will be able to walk up to somebody and say, “I have a Bachelor of Science Degree in Business Administration in Marketing from Northern Arizona University.” Although that statement might mean little to some, to me it means the entire world. It means I have pushed myself to the limit and come out on top. It means I have taken advantage of the opportunities life has presented me with, and made something of myself. It means I have gone against all odds and succeeded. It means I have the world at my fingertips, to do with what I will. It means I can choose to be whatever I want to be because I have put in the time and effort to learn all I need to be a college graduate.

The biggest change I have seen in myself since my days as a measly little freshman from Heber, Arizona, since I was the girl who had never really been anywhere and had never experienced much about life is that I have learned. I have spent many hours with my face in a textbook and my seat in a classroom, but more importantly I have learned about life. I have learned who I am and who I want to be. I have learned more about the world than I ever knew before. I have learned to have courage. I have learned to have faith in myself. I have learned to seize the day, and take full advantage of every opportunity. I have learned to enjoy life, and to be happy. I have learned that college is not about graduation day, it is about all those hardworking days I spent to get there. It is about all the time I spent in Italy, in Orlando; it is about the time I spent deciding which major would make me the happiest. It is about the lessons I learned to get there. I have learned to find joy in the journey of life. I have learned to embrace people, places, and situations. I have learned that even the worst of situations can teach you the best lessons, as long as you are looking for the right message.

I am not the small town girl I was when I came to NAU. I still have those roots inside of me, but I have seen more of the world. I have had experiences. I have taken care of myself. I have grown and changed in more ways than just learning material in classes; I have been shaped and molded to someone who can survive in the world. I have learned life skills that can only be found by pushing yourself to get a degree. I have learned who I really am, Misty Dunny, college graduate, class of 2010.

Feelings ruin friendships.

Warning: this post may be a little "negative nancy"...ish.

The other day I was watching (500) Days of Summer. Amazing flick. It is so peculiar, yet so enticing. When it was over, I pushed play and started it over again. This time I paid closer attention. I listened to the lines, and I watched the movements of the characters; I studied their actions and reactions. When it was over (again), I realized something. I had thought about it before, but now I was positive...

The movie is written about me!

Ok, obviously not, let's not be absurd. But honestly, it is such a great portrayal of so many incidents in my life. Now, granted, there are some obvious parts that are nothing like me. If you have seen the flick, you will know which scenes I mean (in the video store, for example). BUT, that doesn't take away from the point I am getting at...

Three times. Three times in my life I have had a best friend. Three times I have had someone who means more to me than most other things. Three times I have had someone I would go the the end of the earth for, as long as it meant simply making them smile. Three times I have had the kind of friend that you don't even have to ask if they have plans because you already know you will be spending time together. Three times I have had the kind of friend that- when you show up somewhere without the other person at your side- people ask, "where is so-and-so?" both because they know you know the answer, and because they thought it strange you didn't show up together. Three times I have spent every waking moment with a person doing the most pointless things. Shopping at the grocery store, watching music videos at two am, laughing about army pants and talking about nothing. Three times I have had the kind of friend everyone wants... or think they want.

Three times they were guys. Kind, fun, amazing guys. Now,I do have a lot of female friends, but I have always had a particular attachment to male best friends. They are a great counterpart. They seem to just get you in ways that girl friends don't. They give you the opinions you need to hear. These friendships are fun and amazing and beautiful and just so EASY. It is easy to be around them, to be near them. You feel better just having them around. At least, that's how it was from my side of the story. Very few people understand every single thing about me. All three times, these boys have gotten me, to the core, exactly who I am. I loved it!

Three times, one of us has fallen for the other, and our relationship was ruined as a result.

Three times, one of us had stronger-than-friendship feelings while the other continued to view the relationship in the friend zone. Three times, one of us has confessed our feelings, and everything was detroyed. As hard as we worked to overcome it, nothing was the same again. As much as the one pretended to not love the other, you can't just stop loving someone. As much as the other wanted to make their best friend happy and love them back just the way they wanted, it wasn't there. As bad as we wanted things to go back to how they were, one of us was too hurt, and the other couldn't make themselves change their mind.

All three times it ripped my heart right out.

I loved them. It was friendship, but it was love as well. I cared more than anything about all three of them. I cared more than anything about how they felt, I wanted nothing more than to make everything ok again.

Three times I have lost my best friend. Three times I have had to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart. Three times I have had to try to accept the change, and pretend to be happy when I see them with someone else. Three times I had to spend months alone because my best friend was gone.

There is a line in the movie (yes, back to (500) Days of Summer) that says:

Tom : No, you know what ? I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on.
Summer : Nothing’s going on. We’re just ..
Tom : We’re just what ? Just what ?
Summer : We're just friends ...
Tom : No. Don’t pull that with me. Don’t even try. This is not how you treat your friend.

That line hit me so hard. This is not how you treat your friend.

Maybe I don't know how to treat my friends. Maybe there are lines, lines I have not yet recognized between friends and more than friends, that I have crossed. It's so true, you don't treat your friends like an object, as a means to an end, as someone to cure the lonliness until you find someone you care more about. True friends would recognize they were crossing the line, and they would stop themselves before they hurt their friend. I have been on both sides of the spectrum. I have fallen for a friend, and had a friend fall for me. In both cases, it hurt us both. We can't treat our friends like a means to an end. We must treat them as an end in themselves. If I have done this, I was unaware of what I was doing. I would never intentionally hurt my friends. I would especially never intentionally hurt those three best friends I have loved and lost.

I guess my point here is that I am lost. I don't know what to do... avoid male best friends I guess, or learn to treat them in a way so as we both understand our intentions.
I simply don't know. I just know that it hurts, and that right now, just in this moment, I truely believe that feelings ruin friendships.

Ps. I feel like I should add that I am still very thankful I had these friendships. They were well worth it, even if they didn't work out and we ended up growng apart. I wouldn't trade the times we had for anything! They are all still amazing people, and I am happy they are happy! :)



Thursday

The bright side...

In my politics class we were talking about World War II, and about how Admiral Yamamoto lived in the United States for a while. He got a degree in Michigan (that's what my professor said, wikipedia says from Harvard- the details are unimportant) as an engineer and I believe my professor said he worked in the auto industry here for a while (also, not that important to my point). Then, he went home to Japan and was an admiral for the Japanese Navy. He was the one who instituted the idea of Pearl Harbor. The war was the most brutal in history with the most lives lost (I won't go in to too much persuasion, I think we can all agree to the gravity of the event).

The point of this story is... in my notes, right above where I was writing all of this down, I wrote (and I quote):

"Thanks for pulling us out of the depression though, bud."

Talk about looking on the bright side. Haha I just thought this was a funny story I wanted to share. Have a happy Thursday, almost through week 6! :)

Friday

Would it be ok if I took your breath away?

If you know what song the title of this post is quoting, good for you because it's an amazing one!

Here we go again... one of these days...
It's another one of those days. I just have some things on my mind that I need to put somewhere. Lucky you! You get to listen to my rantings! If you are bored already, there is a big red X on the top right of the screen you can click and it will spare you :)

To be honest, I am just waiting for Late Night to come on. I LOVE Jimmy Fallon. Like, major celebrity crush.


I'm not even really attracted to him, it's not all about looks you know, he is just adorable and hilarious.

....anyway. First thing's first, I am terrible at love games. I am way better at just wearing my heart on my sleeve. Maybe it's because I am all about honesty in relationships, I don't know. Anyway, I wish I could take Lady Gaga's advice and "play the love game"... but I fail. I have heard it said that "he who cares the least controls the relationship"... guess I'll never be in control because I always care the most.

This commercial is amazing,and it makes my night every time I see it!

In three days I will be watching Carrie Underwood

I CAN'T WAIT!! :)

Also, General Conference this weekend. I LOVE General Conference. In institute we have been talking alot about modern day prophets (we are studying the Doctrine and Covenants) and I am just so thankful and excited to have the opportunity to hear the words of a modern day prophet. What a blessing!

This weekend my little brother is playing in the Homecoming football game. WOW. When did he grow up, and how so fast? Man, it makes me feel old!

I NEED a roadtrip :/

I have been thinking alot about change lately. Everything changes. Nothing stays same. Sometimes, I wish it did. People who were once your good friends, your very best friends, move on. It's just a fact of life, but sometimes... it's just hard.

I LOVE fall. I think spring and fall are my favorite seasons... no no no summer and winter are... oh I can't decide, I love them all! But fall... full of changing leaves, hoodies, football, all of it. It makes me so stinking happy inside!

I'll end there- on a good, happy note :)  I hope you have an amazing weekend!





Tuesday

a little thought...

"Beware of the wounds of battles in which you have been fighting on the wrong side."

T..B..S

I know this is my second post about music in two days... but I have been studying all day, while quietly listening to my favorite boys in the background..
I think they will always be my favorite band. LOVE THEM.




Monday

Maybe I listen to weird music....

I just love this band, and thought I would share. It's zooey deschanel... and some dude. I don't know his name. Anyway, they have an old school style that I just love! Senecca thinks I listen to weird music, so maybe not everyone will like it, but I do!
Listen to their song "In the Sun," it's one of the more popular ones!

Also, give Sky Sailing a try. It's Owl City before he was Owl City... with a more guitar sound instead of piano. It's amazing and I love it!
...and I am procrastinating homework like crazy right now, I really need to be better about that!


Thursday

A thought on freedom..

I want to start out with giving a shout out to my lovely dears, Colleen and Courtney. These girls are from my college program and I love them dearly! I skyped with them for about 3 hours today, it was so fun to just chat and play catch up with them! They are both amazing, and still working for Disney! I miss my Disney dream world daily. Love you girls!

Leen is the other blondie in the picture next to me, isn't she gorgeous?! Katy, Ashley, and Stacey are the other beauties, I love and miss all of you girls every day!

And my dear beautiful Courtney... she so purrrty! Love you Court!
This I just had to add because I love photo booth and thought it was fun :)

.... I want to talk about freedom. There are so many different types of freedom. Freedom to choose, freedom to speak, freedom to go where you want to go and do what you want to do, freedom to give, freedom to love. Freedom to be whatever you want to be. Yes, Leen, this thought was inspired by you.

Tonight on my skype date, Leen and I got to talking about what I was going to do after I graduate (can you tell that has been on my mind alot lately, I think all of my last few posts have been on it). I was telling her about wanting to do fashion marketing, how I might still consider the professional internship at Disney to get a foot in the door somewhere, about how I was going to apply to everywhere I was interested in and see how it all played out.

I can't remember her exact words, but she then said something to me that I'll never forget... "That's what's so fun about this time in our lives. I know it's scary, but it's also exciting. We aren't tied to anything, we can do whatever we want to do."

At that moment I felt the meaning of that word... FREE.


I feel like I could do anything, ANYTHING!

There are so many other types of freedom. Married couples have freedom to love unconditionally. College kids have the freedom to choose their futures. Mothers have freedom to raise their children. Fathers have freedom to choose family over work. Americans have freedom to choose freedom. We have freedom to choose religion. Humans have freedom to choose peace. Agency and the freedom to make choices for ourselves is a gift, and such a blessing!

Because of our service men and women we can live in a free country. What amazing people they are to fight for us! Because of the Savior we can choose freely. How amazing that blessing is! There are so many different definitions of freedom. On Saturday's Warrior, freedom is defined as "knowing who you are."
I think freedom means something different to all of us. To me, it is all of the above... freedom to believe how I want, freedom to choose my own future, freedom to live in a safe environment, freedom to love my family and friends... so many things make me feel free!

This is FREEDOM.

...and this is FREEDOM.

...this is FREEDOM.
Don't waste your freedom, whatever it may mean to you!

Ps. I am bound and determined to have me one of these...


Friday

Drum roll please....

Helloooo frans!

I just have to say I am laughing so hard, out loud, watching the office. It's the dinner party episode... So funny!

Anyway, the other day I had a little epiphany!

I now know exactly what I want to do with my marketing career! I know what kind of jobs I want to apply for. The other day I was sitting in my advertising and promotions class and having so much fun (yeah FUN, in class, that's a sign). I decided I should apply for advertising jobs... I pondered what sort of advertising I wanted to do (food, household products, beverages, sporting equipment, etc.). Then the thought came to me..

-F-A-S-H-I-O-N-

...it all came together! The other night I was looking at a magazine.. I stopped on every advertisement and looked at the picture... I would judge the model they chose or the location of the picture, I would wonder what about that picture makes people say, "I want to buy this." I apologized to the people I was with for being so judgemental, but I realize now I have done that my whole life (even before I was a marketing student!). I have always looked at those ads, who does that? I do. It's not being judgemental, it's just studying the marketing. 

I want to go in to fashion marketing and advertising.

I won't design any of the styles or fashion, and I know much about this is based on the photographer, but somewhere behind every one of those pictures is a marketer making the decisions. I will be that marketer.
...dreamin' big, but that's the point right? I applied for two jobs in California, here's hopin' :)

P.S. I saw my baby girls, I love them so!

Tuesday

Go Nike.

That's right.

Thanks Mags for helping me find this.

Thursday

Back to school... back to school...

Today in my politics class my professor told us he used to have a goal of visiting every country in the world... about.com just told me there are 195 of them. Wow, that's a hefty goal. He joined the military, so he has accomplished seeing 50 of them. I doubt I could ever see all of them, probably not many people have actually seen them all in their life. But, I thought 50 was a great goal. So today I decided I want to beat his goal of 50 in my life. I have 4, if you include the United States.

Three years ago yesterday is when I moved to Italy, those were some of the best days of my life! I learned so much. There is this festival in the town I lived in (Viterbo, a beautiful city that has a city wall all the way around it like medievel times) that is happening right now. Its called the Santa Rosa Festival to us uhhhh-mericans such as myself who can't fully pronounce the real name in italian (it's much prettier).

The fesitval includes many street shops and booths and festivities and parades. The best part, though, is the carrying of the statue. Every year there is a different one. The statue is as tall as the buildings and as wide as the streets (which are pretty narrow, barely two cars wide). The statue is carried by the men of the city who are referred to as facchini. They wear red and white, and it is an honor to be one.

These men carry the statue on their shoulders, backs, etc. through the entire city so everyone can see it. I can't even describe how breath-taking and special it is to witness the event. Someday I will go back and see it once again!

The italian people are just so rich with culture and tradition, I truely love it! Here is a video to give you an idea...
video
The people were so kind and welcoming, how blessed I am for being allowed to witness such a beautiful thing!

In other news, I got a new phone..... a Droid Incredible!

They aren't kidding when they say incredible, or when they say smart phone.The thing is smarter than I am. The only thing it can't do is my laundry (but I wouldn't be surprised if there was an app for that, I just haven't found it yet). Love. it.

I am taking a Doctrine and Covenants class this semester at institute. I am so excited! I started reading D&C a few days ago when my little brother inspired me to. (I'm going to brag here a bit...) My little brother is the stud of the universe. The other night we were sitting and eating dinner together and he said, "Misty, lately I have been reading my scriptures, and I love it. It is the best part of my day." Stud, right? I know, I have the coolest little bro ever. Anyway, I decided to be like him and read two sections from D&C each night plus a chapter in the Book of Mormon. What a difference and blessing it's been! Anyway, D&C rocks my world. There is so much about the gospel to be learned from it. On our first day in class we watched a video with David A. Bednar and he was talking about the Book of Mormon being the keystone of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, and the Doctrine and Covenants being the capstone. The Book of Mormon invites people to come to Christ, while D&C teaches us how to return to Him, and how to be like Him.

Elder Bednar also talked about how we must go to institute and want to learn, how we must act, and not expect to be acted upon or entertained. It reminded me of this quote I love...

"Endowed with agency, you and I are agents, and we primarily are to act and not just be acted upon. To believe that someone or something can make us feel offended, angry, hurt, or bitter diminishes our moral agency and transforms us into objects to be acted upon. As agents, however, you and I have the power to act and to choose how we will respond to an offensive or hurtful situation."

It has nothing to do with D&C but I just thought I'd share :)

Moving on... I turned in my graduation application.

WOAH

What? Am I graduating soon? Insane.

Anyway, whenever I tell someone that they always ask the infamous question...

"WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO AFTER THAT?"

Ummmm like I know? College is easy... just classes, classes and more classes. The only decisions to be made (after choosing your major of course, that one really is hard) are "should I go to class" and "do I want to actually do my homework". Real life is hard. Growing up?? UGHHH.

So I have been thinking about the answer, here is what I have come up with:

1. Apply to at least five marketing/advertising firms and/or companies I'm interested in. The economy is terrible, but maybe for some ridiculous reason one of them will think I am different than the thousands of other marketing college grads looking for work, who knows.
2. Apply for a job at the same company my uncle works for. It's all about who you know right? He is like the number 5 guy for Hertz, maybe his name on my app will hook me up with an entry level position.
3. Apply for a professional internship at Disney. That would just kind of prolong my growing up process for 6 months, yet allow me to add to my resume and play with Mickey and my Florida friends for a bit.
4. My family offered me a job. I would start up a company (probably some type of restaurant/soda fountain) for them. That always looks good on a job app, plus my mom and uncle are two fantastic people to learn business sense from. They would be great mentors for my first year after college.
5. I might apply for a job at the U.S. embassy in London. For some ridiulous reason, I have always wanted to work there. They say turning in an application improves your chances dramatically, so why not?

So there you have it, I have a plan.
THANK GOODNESS, I was afraid for my myself there for a while.

I just realized there is a heck of a lot of wordage in this post, which can get quite boring, so to break up the monotony....

A few fun pictures of Kymer and I getting our immaturity on and playing in the pool with the girls!
In order... girls from work, the ladies of Black Mesa, on one of our last days as seasonal firefighters. The second is Kymber, Lacy and I jammin' out to the Cha Cha Slide at some restaurant in Vegas. The third, Lace and I thuggin it up on the way home from Vegas.

This is random, but cool, they have my picture hanging up for everyone to see at Disneyworld, ahhh :)

I love love love football season! My little bro in #82, represent. The Mustangs played at NAU last week. The killed the other team, way to go boys.

My BFF little sis, we spent last weekend together shopping and relaxing.... loved it!

...and I got bangs! I forgot how annoying they are to have in your face, but I am getting used to it. They are fun...ish.

Lastly, I wanted to give a shout out to my angel mother. This woman is a miracle worker! Today I was stressin' MAJOR because of my credit/debit card situation (long, boring story), about some perscriptions I needed from the pharmacy without having insurance, and about some silly stuff dealing with my cell phone. All of them were little things, but they all had their own way of making me crazy. I called my mom, she worked her magic, and everything worked out. It made my day so much better. Thank you so much mom for being the amazing woman you are!!!! I serisouly love you more than you could ever know. I don't know how I was so blessed as to be your daughter, but I thank my Heavenly Father for it every day. I love you!

She is so beauitful.

Thanks kids for listening, I hope you are all having a wonderful week, and have a wonderful labor day weekend!