Golden

Today was my golden birthday. I'm twenty-one! It feels so great. I love birthdays. Such a good excuse to be joyful about life. Thank you everyone for the phone calls, birthday songs, text messages, visits, and well wishes.

:)

Music

Spencer and I while working together in our little office:

Lizzy: Do you want hear some more Brandon Flowers?
Spencer: No, I do not.
Lizzy: Why?
Spencer: Because I want to show you the most beautiful clarinet melody in the world.

Here it is.

At Last

For the last three months I have been living a life of blurry white boards, road signs and stranger's faces. Today, that which was lost was replaced. And with my newly prescribed glasses I am living in Blu-ray--high-tech, sharp, detailed. So happy!

Seriously?

This morning when I tried to pick up my Bountiful Basket at 7AM my car wouldn't start. Then when my blessed roommate gave me a ride to the "pick up location," I was too early. After driving home, then driving back to pick up the basket, then driving home again it was 8:30. Bad mornings, where your car wont start and where you look like a fool for getting to places early, are hard to recover from. So, I decided to go back to bed. I wanted to give myself a second morning. A second chance.

I had a class at 11AM and as I was falling asleep I thought, "should I set an alarm? Nah. Who sleeps in for something that starts at 11?" I woke up at 11:15.

When I got back from my class, well, the toilet in my apartment overflowed. And when I took the bag of toilet-watered rags to the laundromat across the street I put the rags and detergent in one machine and then accidentally put the quarters in another.

What am I to do?
My roommate Hillary told me to just go to bed now before I cause any real damage. 

or I could LAUGH.

And I have. Lots and lots. Because none of my mishaps really matter, thank goodness. 

Happy Saturday all!

Here's to you

A few weeks ago, driving in my car, listening to the radio, I found out, courtesy of NPR, that the sound of your mother's voice physically lowers your stress level.  Whether you hear her voice in person or over the phone, your stress levels decrease. This is science.

I was reminded of this tidbit today when I overheard the boy wearing skinny jeans and a northwestern sweatshirt, standing outside the Clyde Building, answer his phone and say, "hey Ma....." I waited for a second, and then I knew his stress level had decreased.

Then I remembered my Mom's voice. And I felt the need to express how grateful I am to my Mom. For her voice of wisdom and love which she so willingly shares with me. Thanks Mom. I love you.

Wednesdays

Today I ran into an acquaintance on the street and in parting I said, "have a good idea." I meant to use the word "day."

MLKD

This morning I woke up to a battle occurring on the left part of my lower chin. I'm losing. But as I was letting vanity get the best of me, my roommate stuck her head through the bathroom door and said "happy Martin Luther King day," and I knew that even though my 20 year old acne had won this battle, with age, I would win the war. Just like MLK.

Today was great. Holidays usually are. I proudly finished my mediocre, first film-editing project that I spent 10+ hours making. I worked a little. I spent the afternoon in Salt Lake. I talked to my Mom on the phone. And, I wrote an "I have a dream speech," thanks to my fun, creative roommates.

We had a little celebration. 

Happy Martin Luther King day, all!