Fight the Frown!

Step 1: Wear a smile (one size fits all)!

Step 2: Find someone who has misplaced their smile.

Step 3: Help them find their smile (everyone smiles in the same language).

Step 4: Now that their frown is upside down, have them pass the smile all around!

After all, a smile can brighten the darkest day.

This was on a flyer that I received walking through one of the main buildings on campus. Unfortunately I can't copy and paste the stick figures that go along with it. Just know that if I did, this post would be 5.46 times as funny.

I don't care if it's completely (almost painfully) cheesy. I like it.

Post. Script.

Don't you just love pop-up ads?

Plans.

Later I'm going to post pictures of how I spent my very vacant week this week.

I'll also tell you all about Boston.

And Black Friday.

And my various clothing malfunctions.

I. Am. My. Mother.

I don't think I've gone more than 12 hours without a pair of earrings on this semester.

Yesterday I spent 6 hours decorating my apartment for Christmas.

I watched the "Color Splash" marathon they had on HGTV yesterday.

My pajamas that I'm wearing are a matching top and bottom set.

I told my roommate a couple days ago to "Be who you are going to be, no matter what".

I cook on Sundays for all of my apartment and my meals are always extremely elaborate.

All of my roommates have received full-out pedicures from me. Fancy tools included.

Yesterday I listened to "Not Your Mother's LDS Music" after church. My mom has that CD.

Grapefruit Sobe anyone?

I cook like her, I decorate like her, I say things that she would say, I do things the way she would do them, I have the same facial expressions as her, I snap the way she snaps (which is important if you know my mother) and I'm starting to think I need a separate purse/bag for everything I own.

I don't look like my mom much. Especially if you see me with my natural dirty blonde hair color. I inherited exactly 2 things from her physically. My green eyes and my cup size.

Everyday though I find myself behaviorally morphing into the woman that gave birth to me.

I am definitely not complaining.

Because my mom is cooler than your mom.

Clean Slate.

As of this week I am:

Rededicating myself to my marathon training. No more missing runs. No more stopping to pretend to tie my shoelace when I'm tired.

Starting completely at ground zero in terms of members of the opposite sex. The old ones are old news. That's okay though! So many fish, so little time.

Reading the following books for fun:

The Screwtape Letters

The Hunger Games

How to Win Friends and Influence People

Cleaning my whole apartment-- mom style. You know what that means don't you? My mom used to call it creative cleaning. I find places for everything... just maybe not where you would expect.

On a side note, look what I can do!

Anonymity.

"Either write something worth reading, or do things worth writing" -Benjamin Franklin

I contemplated making my blog private.

Pros:

-The people that I write about wouldn't be able to read it, misinterpret it wrong, and then avoid me afterwards.

-The people that I write about wouldn't get the wrong idea, be offended, and then avoid me afterwards.

-I wouldn't have to worry about revealing too many embarrassing facts about myself and then have people avoid me afterward.

-I wouldn't have to worry about seeming lame and crazy to people who don't know me (but stalkerishly read my blog) and then have them keep on avoiding me afterward.

Cons:

-The people that probably should be the ones that read it, would never get to read it.

-There would be no more completely mortifying experiences with the people I write about when I face them after they have just told me they read my blog. Seriously, ha it's happened so many times I might actually miss it if it didn't happen anymore.

I don't believe in censoring myself. I also don't believe in cutting things out of the story to please somebody else.

I stick it to the man.

Actually, I don't.

I just can't think of how to end this blog.

So, that's that.

Inventions.

This my dears, is the Racktrap. It's made from hypoallergenic materials, fits snugly inside your bra, and can safely stash your money, license, and debit cards close to your heart. Oh, and the good news doesn't stop there! The Racktrap comes in white lace, black lace, nude lace, and a water-resistant version meant to go under your sports bra. It dares you to find a bra it can't conceal itself in! Because it just doesn't seem fair that men get to stash their cash so close to their bums while we women have no wallet of our own to keep in very private places.

Also found in my random google escapade:

Mantyhose. Mirdles. Manx. (a.k.a. nastiness)

Pep Talk.

The older I get, the more I realize that I am the only person that can make me happy. It's hard sometimes. Actually, sometimes it's almost impossible. I don't know if you are familiar with the five love languages, but if you are, my love language is words of affirmation (followed by quality time). I didn't think of this at first, but I frequently give myself pep talks. I guess that's how I tell myself that I love myself?

Of course it's better when someone else gives me one, but I make do. After yesterday, I need to give myself a little confidence boost.

10 Reasons Why I am the Coolest Laci You'll Ever Meet

10. I can do a plethora of stupid human tricks. Seriously, like show-and-tell worthy tricks.

9. I will never forget your birthday.

8. I will let you borrow my clothes, shoes, make-up and jewelry and I won't even get mad at you if you ruin them.

7. I will listen to every single one of your problems over and over and over again until we figure out a solution.

6. If I make a pinky promise to you, I will pluck my left eyebrow off before I break it.

5. I will laugh at all your jokes, even if they are lame. And it won't be a fake laugh either, chances are I really will think it's funny.

4. I will write a song about you and make a fool out of myself singing it if it will make you feel even a tiny bit happier.

3. If you are my true friend, I will hike to the ends of the earth in a snow storm with no shoes on just to make sure you know how much you mean to me.

2. I do cool things. Like run marathons, play the harmonica, bake cinnamon rolls, wear toe rings and dance like a grandma on opium.

1. I am the ONLY Laci you will ever meet. Nobody is quite like me and I can prove it.

I love myself. I have so many talents and abilities that I can use to bless the lives of others. I'm smart, beautiful and important.

I am important.