I saw this on someone's blog so I wanted to try it. You go to Google search and type in your name + needs (example Elisabeth needs) then type in the top 10 things that come up. Some were pretty dumb, but pretty funny. I had to edit a couple due to the nature of google. Here it is.
Elisabeth needs...
1. a coffee on Vimeo
2. a lobotomy!
3. a backbone and a wardrobe consultant.
4. another man in her life (hmmm)
5. to go!
6. to go back to high school (no thank you)
7. to stick to what she knows
8. a new job (amen)
9. to get a life
10. to grow up
K well most things were pretty negative considering the fact I share my first name is Elisabeth Hasselbeck and most don't really like her (does anyone really watch the View anymore? Really?) But I thought some of them were funny.
Anyway, have a good weekend!
Friday, September 26, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
You know they call us "Utards" right?
I have lived in Utah for 17 years, and in Utah county for 10. I am pleased to say that I haven't picked up on some of those...let's just call them Utah quirks. I am happy to say that my hair is pretty normal and by normal I mean I don't defy the laws of hair growth by teasing it so much in the back that it sticks up 3 inches above my head then flat iron it stick straight. Cause you know how everyone's head is shaped like a box? None of this going on back there. (Side note, I saw a girl who had hair just like this, but even poofier. Is that even possible? And is poofier even a real word?) I have also never had green jello with carrots. I didn't even know that was a big thing, I just always thought it was a joke until someone told me how good it tasted and how Sister so-and-so always makes it for Enrichment night.
I also have seemed to not pick up on the accent, even though I do slip a few times and forget to pronounce my t's in the middle of some words.
Well today, I was sitting in my class with one of my friends. I asked her if she could hand me something from the other table. It came out something like this:
"Hey, could you git me that over there?"
Yes, I said git. And that's not the first time. In the past week (yes I have been keeping track. What do you do in your spare time?) I have said such words as "thin", "melk", "cren", and "seex" which all roughly translate to "then", "milk", "crayon" and "six" (but I guess that's not the first time I have mispronounced the word "six"...I'll have to tell you about that one later). To reassure myself, I said to myself "well at least you're not using "ar" in the place of "or" (example: "go stand in the carner!").
But I spoke way too soon. After getting my hair cut today, I was telling one of my friends where my stylist was from (what do you and your friends talk about?) I said something like this:
"She said she is from up north too. Like American Fark or something".
That statement alone only led to some teasing and a new thing I probably won't live down for a while...especially since (not "seence") that's where the majority of my jokes come from.
So, I guess I am a Utard after all. Did you know that's what they call us? Yup. All those cool Vegas kids.
But I guess I will keep talking this way.
Just don't ever let me look like this.
I also have seemed to not pick up on the accent, even though I do slip a few times and forget to pronounce my t's in the middle of some words.
Well today, I was sitting in my class with one of my friends. I asked her if she could hand me something from the other table. It came out something like this:
"Hey, could you git me that over there?"
Yes, I said git. And that's not the first time. In the past week (yes I have been keeping track. What do you do in your spare time?) I have said such words as "thin", "melk", "cren", and "seex" which all roughly translate to "then", "milk", "crayon" and "six" (but I guess that's not the first time I have mispronounced the word "six"...I'll have to tell you about that one later). To reassure myself, I said to myself "well at least you're not using "ar" in the place of "or" (example: "go stand in the carner!").
But I spoke way too soon. After getting my hair cut today, I was telling one of my friends where my stylist was from (what do you and your friends talk about?) I said something like this:
"She said she is from up north too. Like American Fark or something".
That statement alone only led to some teasing and a new thing I probably won't live down for a while...especially since (not "seence") that's where the majority of my jokes come from.
So, I guess I am a Utard after all. Did you know that's what they call us? Yup. All those cool Vegas kids.
But I guess I will keep talking this way.
Just don't ever let me look like this.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
What if I blogged about this...would you still leave a comment?
Real blogs are coming soon, after I turn in all my math assignments (and I thought I was done with freaking math!)
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
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