but, I just sometimes don't like to post videos on my fb cause everyone steals all of my best best favorite bands. Guess I should spread the word about this classic couple somewhere, so i chose here. Just want to dedicate this song and video to somebody that I used to know:
Someone stole him from me, at least for a little while.
I want to have a band with my husband. so, I hope he reads this someday.
We could even get famous on YOUTUBE! Like, Justin Bieber.......
or, POMPLAMOOSE! one of my very favorite bands in the world. They are actually tied with Mates of State right now, and that!
is a big deal.
i also love this one. I told my Sister, Kylee to watch it at least ten times. I hope she finally has. But if not, for her and your convenience I will post another one of my newest and favorite videos of there's.
thank you pomplamoose. I need to order their newest CD!
p.s. pomplamoose means grapefruit in FRENCH! My other and oldest sister, Kerrah, and my Dad appreciate that part. (my dad speaks french, my sister saw it on the back of a bodywash bottle)
and still figuring out stuff. like new blogging world. ? and, * America. *
and!
light switches, phones, and..... refridgerader alarms!!!!!.......hmmm??? are you speaking english?
i even spell english words wrong! crap.
next up, something in portuguese.
stay tuned.
and I LOVE CARPET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! song song song. and another song!!!!!!!!!! that i missed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and then, my grampa's old??????
with a heating pad on my back.
i love my life. good luck with your new and improved Brazilian exchange student! hope you heard!!!!
LOVE. .it gets down so deep in that bleeding heart of yours. x.o.
i've got a gig tomorrow. like a true gig with someone who's become saint george famous. she's awesome. also. hi. i'm going on a mission. where to i do not know, but i'll go where he wants me to go and be where he needs me to be i guess. like i know that i've been called to brazil buut...still no visa, so. things have been amazing lately. but in a way i cant explain nor have time to. but. i will say its nice to leave worldly things and not miss out on real life so much. sometimes i think texting and facebook makes us worry about other peoples lives more than our own. not that it's not important to care about others. also can i just tell you that you aren't stuck at your job? you can find a new one if you want. i did. its just, nice that reality has hit. i'm finally ready to take flight. also i know i don't capitalize. i like how it looks better. sorry nandy. poetic. love love, -Krista.
popular to contrary belief: i am alive. i just, always find myself reading her blog or her blog or laughing my butt off at her blog. i somehow feel inspired and enchanted by all of your witty blogs, but it always makes me feel like i am not as cool. like my ramblings aren't really worth displaying on the world wide web. i start thinking maybe i should just write them all down in my journal. thing is, is that writing isn't something i can do well when forced. for example, for months i haven't known how to begin my farewell talk and last night i was lying in bed trying to sleep and blam i had an idea and about 7 minutes later i had written 3 handwritten composition notebook pages of my speech. its something that comes to me sporadically. and when it does, i'd better have a pen and paper to jumble it all down. the best way i can describe it is "writers diarrhea". when someone asks me to post something new on my blog i don't feel inspired to just post something for the heck of it. i have to be in the mood. sometimes i feel like blogs turn into a place for people to either complain, or pretend that their life is something wonderful that it really isn't. i get sick of people begging me to "follow" their blogs, or that they're sad that their blog isn't listed in my links. what does it even mean to follow ones blog? i just want to hear about you. i want to know you, even if we don't hang out in real life. but i want to know the real you. and, if we do hang out in real life, i want to keep in touch. i want my posts to have meaning. i don't want to brag. i don't want you to think i have the perfect life. i want to be real. i am real. and i thank you, my fellow bloggers for being real. not edited. and so it goes: i was driving today. and the sun was shining on the red rocks. it looked so bright against the blue blue sky. the rain was indecisive today. so the clouds were bursting from the back of the rocks like a volcano erupting. half sunny, half raining. i took the long way home. and i was listening to this. and i just couldn't help but think. everything's just the way it should be. i believe everything happens for a reason. there was a snowy mountain to my right, rain spots on my windshield that i refused to swipe away, and a horse gnawing on some grass to my left. when up ahead on my right i see a biker. in an electric bright yellow jacket. and in bold green letters on his back read the word: BRAZIL i know why i was meant to go this way. nothing ever happens the same way twice. for a second i wanted to honk and wave and shout hoorah for brazil! but he wouldn't understand why. i know that the events that have lead me up to this very moment are for a reason. a plan. a wonderful and glorious plan that i will be sharing with the people of Sao Paulo in less than 30 days. i am leaving this red hills blue sky place that i love so much. a job that i absolutely love. and parents that take care of me as if i was still a kid. i haven't even been a drop of nervous until now. last night i even started packing my big suitcase. its finally hard to think of leaving. reality has hit. i'll be home next october, that sounds like it will go by so quick. he never said it would be easy, he said it would be worth it. and i know without a shout of a doubt, that it will be.
G & G Smith made their grand exits. After Gramma died in February, all Grampa wanted was to be with her. He got his wish in May. I just really love this picture of them. Isn’t she making such a Krista face?
It was around this time that I saw my dad without a mustache on his face for the first time in my whole life. I must say, I like him best with the stache!
June. My best friend got married.
Which made me the Maid Of Honor.
After the night of her reception,
I dated this handsome boy for awhile.
we had some good adventures.
but the flame sort of flickered and
I eventually made a wish and blew out the candle.
Fall is usually my favorite, but it was mostly filled with working and schooling. Nothing too exciting, except for that when Kylee came to visit we took Auri to Tarzan and to Swiss Days. But Swiss days isn’t even Swiss Days anymore because they don’t have it at the park. I will never forget sewing class and I will never forget going to lunch all the time with Erin and Mike. The best part of this semester is that it's my last one before I get my associates! yip yip hurrah! My fancy piece of paper should come in the mail someday soon!
So, by October I tried fixing things by dressing up as Michael Jackson and by consuming pb&j sandwiches.I always liked him best when he was black. It doesn’t even matter if you’re black or white. Apparently.
November equals traditional dressing and blessings as Pilgrims and Indians. Things were definitely starting to look up again.
November also equals a new little tiger Lily niece to add to my growing collection!
December.December was super busy and exciting mostly because of a very important letter I was waiting for. It finally came. On a Thursday. I’ve always liked Thursdays. I have been called to serve in the Brazil Sao Paulo East mission and I could not be happier.
In order to serve a mission, I of course had to be 21. I just want you to know that my birthday did happen this year. Mckenna took me to Vegas and I totally gambled. She is such the best friend in the whole wide world and you can read more about what we did here.
My friend Chelsea also got married and I was yet again a bridesmaid.
Christmas was fun because Kylee and her ninnies came from California again and we have been playing our new wii and Santa gave me lots of wonderful missionary things and I am going through the temple next Monday! It’s so fantastic that I can look to this upcoming year with such bright eyes. I know without a doubt that it will be so hard, but so life changing. I cant wait to see the light in people’s eyes as I testify of our Savior and let them know that they can be with their families forever. What a happy thing! Did you know that the word “Gospel” actually means “Good News”? Well. That is what I plan on doing. Spreading the good news like jam so that it gets on everybody!
And then when I get home it will be October 2012. I give myself until
.:September 21st 2013:.
Because that is the day, that I will be the Bride.
And this song will be the theme song. AND. these guys are my new favorite. Seriously.
Perfect right? You can’t even steal my plan because it is mine!
Unless you’re my husband. Then it can be your plan too. Okie?
today has been thee best. 1)studying hard+prayers+trey h.+fathers blessing+miracles happen = B- on math test! 2)brother + sister in law = one brand new neice! Lily pie. Lillian Iva Smith is equal to or greater than a chubby cheeked eskimo or asian nugget. 3)Belle and Sebastian's new cd "write about love"-$10 = I'm IN love! (still referring to cd) 3.3) two new {classy} pairs of shoes for under 20 dollars. 4)Eric Gish called Krista Smith. Out of the clear blue even. Just for a chat and to see if her number still worked. If Eric said he's coming down next weekend, will hands and bums be shook? shaken? shaked? a) yes, b) yes c) of course. 5)School Tomorrow=No Solution. Tis Career Day. With the exception that i must go to Sewing. 6)Work Today and Work Tomorrow=No Solution. 7) I'm sorry if your day wasn't the best. I happen to know some people that didn't love today. Isn't it weird how we have to trade off? kind of like cross multiplying! 7^3/4) x = bishop interview complete y= awaiting stake interview z=infinite solutions Anyways, I just wanted to let you know that today is and was great and its really important; because lately I havent felt like things are great, but they totally are! I hope that tomorrow is better for you. And I promise if it's not, the next day will be. Or, perhaps the next day after that. Or, the next day. endure. xo -Krista
don’t wait for tomorrow. don’t wait for the right job, the right house, the right salary, the right dress size. be happy today. be happy now… one thing I know for certain: the time we have here goes by far too quickly. don’t waste any more time sitting on the bench watching life pass you by.” -joseph b. wirthlin
"The sounds of extinct birds may be preserved in the songs of mockingbirds." -Jerry Spinelli
"I dont like my blog.(thanks for the few readers that comment on my boredom) I activated my very first credit card. (it looks like a cassette tape-legit!) I've finished 2 books lately. I want a kitten or a cockaleir.(my dad says if it eats and poops, no.) I'm ready for falltime already.(you know, the kind with colorful leaves and crispy nights?) i just got called to be in the nursery. I got this thing in the mail that says its time to renew my DL which must mean I'm 21 soonish. Which brings the best news of all: the paperwork has begun. for now."
I'm on a White Stripes kick lately. I don't think it has anything to do with the fact that this past week -I was almost kicked out of my math class. -I thought my wallet got stolen. -I got pulled over for speeding and didn't have my license. -I broke up with my little boyfriend. Like really, I dont think it has anything to do with those things. I just really love me some Jack and Meg, alright? I know, hard core. But can I tell you something? Everything is going to be amazing. Want to know why? This past week also included me applying for graduation. That's right. Associates. And can I tell you a secret? I will be starting some very important paperwork soon. Since I'm apparently no good at boys, I'm applying to become a nun. At least for a year and a half or so. Everytime i paint my nails i pick it all off soon after. AND. I am dying my blondie streaks back to brown. I was never meant to be a blonde. (some people beg to differ) While I'm trying to be all profound and stuff: I couldn't figure out what to say on the matter besides the lyrics of this Regina Spektorsong. If you dont like soap boxes, stop reading now.
TWO BIRDS Two birds on a wire One tries to fly away and the other Watches him close from that wire He says he wants to as well but he is a liar I'll believe it all There's nothing I won't understand I'll believe it all I won't let go of your hand
Two birds on a wire One says c'mon and the other says I'm tired The sky is overcast and I'm sorry One more or one less, nobody's worried I'll believe it all There's nothing I won't understand I'll believe it all I won't let go of your hand
Two birds of a feather Say that they're always gonna stay together But one's never going to let go of that wire He says that he will but he's just a liar
Two birds on a wire One tries to fly away and the other Watches him close from that wire He says he wants to as well but he is a liar! Two birds on a wire One, tries to fly away! and the other...
You know when you see two birds on a wire and they look like friends and then one takes off like it has something to do? Well, it probably does!
She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower. She was the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew. - Jerry Spinelli, Stargirl
Its funny how you think you know what you want, but you dont at all. Heck! I'm supposed to be in China right now, right? Wrong. And I probably do smell like a cactus, but hey:
In my opinion, the egg came before the bird. Cause you just cant take the effect, and make it the cause.
Perhaps you dont know what to make of me,
and I dont mean to get all cheesy on you
but I'm done being the statue/egg.
I will soon be a bird.
and i will fly away, to do happy things.
all of the nail polish is now successfully removed from my left hand.
on a side note Wildcat Kelly really knows how to play some folksy rock and roll.
hansel made these for me. i love him lots. at least for today. and for tomorrow. also. i've just discovered the power of google chrome and if you have not i HIGHLY recommend it.
if anyone wonders, the credit goes to a dashing young lad named:
i deleted my music thing on my blog. i liked it alright. but i realized whenever i go to someone else's page i usually turn their music dealie off because its blares in my speakers and it is not my music. and then i have your music and my music playing all at the same time and it just isn't a pleasant combination. i'm not sure if i like it better silent yet, but you probably do.
i feel weird. i'm jittery lately. i dont know why i feel so stressed out but its probably because i just found out that i've been spelling "grateful" wrong sometimes. for some reason i thought you could spell it both ways. greatful. grateful. guys. its grateful. like grated cheese.
what i need, is to apply for some free money for college via obama.
i had a dream last night that i got called on my mission to New Jersey. and for some reason my dad was scared. it'd be cool though, cause thats where Seester Pallas is.
i was forced into playing a card game last night. i am no gamer. and i am certainly not a video gamer. alright alright. i liked playing mario on my brothers oldschool gameboy, crash bandicoot, mario kart, and sonic when i was younger. but i just do not understand the excitement that this boy i know has for this video game to come out. starcraft 2. midnight. i dont care about this, and i usually wouldn't even know about it. but i will tell you one thing. i might not see my boyfriend ever again after tonight. i guess that's what i get for dating handsome nerds.
my left light on my car is out. a copper with some flashing lights was happy to let me know this even though i already knew it. will you tell my dad to fix it?
i also want you to know, that if weirdies (in my case mysterious asians) comment on your blog: there IS hope. i know how to fix it. ask me.
i really dont want to go to work today. i'd rather just continue sitting here on my bum in my grandmother's mumu. that's all i've really done today anyways. summer is for lounging, right? someday i will do my laundry and clean the nest mess off my bed. until then, i have to get ready for work. dumb. high hopes that tomorrow will be more productive.
i like telling people that are cool or great that they are cool or great. because they are.
i have not worn eye make up this whole week.
i am someone's sugar mama.
i want a macbook.
also. have you ever used a nose hair trimmer? i am convinced they are the best things since sliced bread. i always steal my dads but i want one of my own.
I just deleted like TEN comments from asian pornographers. Or asian someones. Please. Asian commenters. Asian whoever you are: Find someone else's blog to comment on!
p & t.
people sometimes say: "update your blog kiddo. "and then I don't know what I'm supposed to tell you. OH! I know: I have never been able to come up with a proper header or NAME for my blog. You should give me ideas if you have any. You should also tell me how to get one of those live feed things that tell you when people you like make new posts. I also dont have a follow button. what does it mean to follow ones blog anyhow?
Stalkers!
ahem, kiddo.
HUM. in lighter news, here is a preview of my newest tall dark and handsome. his name is Ben and i approve of him. do you? oh and that's me as well, but it doesn't matter if you approve of me or not. this is us being celebratory on the third of July. and today is our one month celebration.
cutest.
I don't know what else I'm supposed to say besides summer is happy and busy.
i'm sitting here in my swimsuit right now. waiting for the sweet taste ofbarbecuefoodand the sound of pool splashes.
i'm so tired.
why doe's summer never require a bedtime? it never catches up with me. I always used to complain about getting bored in the summertime. but this one has beenbusy.
what can i tell you?
my car is cruising around the pacific coast these days.hope she's having fun.
my house is quiet. no more crazy nuggie poos.
i am not moving to salt lake. no sir.
i am here.home.
and i like home.
even though my dad is a stress case and my mom always acts like the house is onfire.
