Ruby Red Lips, Blonde Hair, Blue Eyes

Welcome to a little piece of my childhood:

John Michael Montgomery: Sold


Scott Joplin: Maple Leaf Rag
Now, I know the animation is a little creepy and weird, but this version came the closest to how my dad would play this song.


James Taylor: Fire and Rain


Annie Lennox: Walking On Broken Glass


BeetleJuice: Main Title

Terminal Troubles

It's 12:40 AM, I am sitting thousands of miles in the air in B6 (a window seat), my eyes sting with the fatigue of my day, and my butt hurts more than it has in a long time. After 4 hours of sitting on the ground, I think I deserve one long back massage. Anyone want to help me out with that one? Just let me know.

I received something today. It wasn't a gift, or a prize, or anything of material value at all, actually. It was an apology - a simple apology. It was to the point, very direct, and very powerful.

While I was squished in the corner of the terminal, literally, I decided it was time again to check my Facebook...for the 5th time that night. To my surprise, I saw that I had a new message. I was, at first, excited, but my excitement melted to fear when I saw whom the message was from. I opened it up and read the words on the page. Maybe because I was already so frustrated with my delayed flight of 4 hours or the fact that I was short-tempered because of my lack of nutrition, but I felt myself begin to cry.

My eyes welled up with tears, but I stopped them before they fell because, I mean, come on, no one wants to be that crazy chick in the airport terminal crying her face out.

This particular reaction has me shocked. Why would something so short and so simple make me so emotional? This is the conclusion I have landed on.

I suppose I never realized how much I was hurt by the whole situation. I never realized how much I was bothered by what had happened. I just shoved everything into the back of my mind and let it sit there. It wasn't always something I thought about or even paid attention to at all, but it was still there. It was definitely still there.

I thought I had forgiven this person long ago or at least moved on enough to not be affected by it. Boy, was I wrong. I feel at peace now. The actions have been forgiven and I have moved on...for realsies this time.

And yes, that title is the best I could come up with. I am tired. Get over it.

Listen up, people...

"Your life is your own, to develop or to destroy. You can blame others little and yourself almost totally if that life is not a productive, worthy, full, and abundant one."

-Spencer W. Kimball

I know we may not all be "youths" anymore, but THIS still applies to each of us.

I alway eat alone, anyways.

Today, I feel inadequate; unimportant; invisible.

I got up, studied for my test, spend three bloody hours in the testing center, ended up with an average grade, and found myself back in the library alone. For lunch I spent $2.89 at Taco Bell - I'm cheap, I know. The worker handed me my food and I began the dreaded search of finding a table in the Cougareat. When you are with a friend, this part isn't so bad. You can turn it into a game, like, whoever finds an empty table first gets the satisfaction of feeling awesome for about .35 seconds. I was happy when I found a good table only to have these joyful feelings crushed when the epitome of a happy BYU couple stole the table from me. It was one of those awkward "Let's all just stand here and look at the table until one of the parties chooses to back down" kind of thing. I backed down and rather quickly at that. It didn't take me too long to find somewhere else to sit.

If there is one thing I dislike more than onions, it is sitting alone while eating in public. I hate it. There is no one there to talk to you or to ask you about your day. No one to make fun of you when you spill nacho sauce all over your jeans. And no one to laugh when you say something brilliantly hilarious. Lunch is always better while in the company of others.

Another thing, today is now officially "Don't respond to Hannah when she say's 'Hello!' to us." Day. I hope you all had a wonderful time celebrating. We should throw a part next year. It's happening. November 18, 2011. Mark your calendars; circle the date. Just don't talk to me when you get there - that's what makes it fun.

I think the only thing that made my day good at all was the choice I made to wear this Christmas sweater. Sure, it is from D.I. and totally ugly. Sure, it looks like my 89 year-old Great-Aunt made it for me. Sure, the pattern is completely and utterly out of date, but I like this sweater, and the people of BYU seem to like it as well. Random people all over the place were commenting on this glorious piece of craftsmanship. Who knew people loved knappy Christmas sweaters so much?

So, the conclusions we can all draw from my experiences today:

1.Taco Bell has the cheapest food.

2. Never back down.

3. Don't spill the nacho sauce.

4. Somedays people have bad hearing.

5. When in doubt - wear a Christmas sweater.

Hannah: good at blogging.

I don't really have much inspiration flowing forth from my veins right now, but I felt it was time to post something new, so here I am...typing away.

Let's just see what I can come up with on the spot.

Well, I have been sitting here now for 15 minutes. I am really good at this whole creative thing. I am pretty good at a lot of things. Let's list them:

Hannah Utley

-good at creative things

-good at texting

-good at sitting

-good at breathing

-good at eating oatmeal squares

-good at being friendly

-good at make-up

-good at grammar

-good at dressing my roommates

-good at In-N-Out/paying for shakes

-good at feeling awkward when seeing this one person

-good at having super secret crushes that are pretty public

-good at computers

-good at photoshopping

-good at back massages

-good at gmail

-good at planning

-good at spelling

-good at command v

-good at countdowns

-good at facebook

-good at not camping

-good at lists

-good at wearing vans

-good at being a social realist

-good at stuff

That's a pretty good list. I am also good at writing poetry. Wanna see?

I went to the store

It was quite a bore,

But I bought some fresh chicken and rice.

When I came home,

My cat was a gnome,

And completely covered in ice.

Next time I blog (probably in another 5 months) I will have something more clever to say. Something more worth your time and energy. Something with sustenance. It will be really profound...and stuff.