"911 what is your emergency?" Two days in a row.

Story #1
12/24/2008

My family and I were driving to a friend's house to celebrate Christmas Eve with them. We were driving behind a pick-up truck. All of the sudden I see this sedan driving next to us go off the road. As the driver of the sedan tried to get back onto the rode, he lost control of his car and ran into the truck. The truck then bounced and it became immediately clear that the driver of the truck had lost consciousness because the truck drove itself across onto on-coming traffic and only came to a stop when it drove into the ditch on the other side of the highway.

We pulled over, and tried to see if the truck driver was still moving. For the first time in my life, I had to call 911. The conversation went something like this....

APD: 911 what is the location of your emergency?
ME: (panickingly) I just witnessed a car accident!!! I'm on 620 and Great Oaks!!
APD: Oh, that's not in our department. Hold on. Let me transfer you to the right one.
ME: (WHAT?) Ummm...well, ok, please hurry!!!!! The driver of the pick-up is not moving!!
APD: Is anybody hurt?
ME: One of the drivers is not moving!!!!
APD: Ok, hang on.
ME: (hang on? really? she could be bleeding to death right now!!!!)
APD: Ok, we're sending an ambulance over right now.
ME: (wait, what do I do?) OK!?

The driver of the pick-up eventually woke up in shock and was hurt pretty badly but fine enough to call her husband. The ambulance came and took her away and I had to write a witness statement.


Story #2
12/25/2008

My sister was dog sitting for a friend and she felt sorry that the dog would have to sleep alone on Christmas. So I accompanied her to a little sleepover at the friend's house. As we were getting ready to settle down and watch a movie, my sister decided that it would be a good idea to turn on the security system. Well, the motion detector sensed me when I moved and the alarm went off. At first, we thought someone was trying to break into the house but quickly entered the code and the alarm was deactivated. About 20 minutes later, we saw some car lights shining into the house. We were a little nervous but the lights went away after a few minutes so we decided it was just a car making a U-turn. 5 minutes later...

SIS: Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! There's people out there!!!! I see shadows!!!!
ME: (as the dog started barking and running towards the door) What?
SIS: (as flashlights shined into the house) They have flashlights!!!!!
ME: Oh my gosh!!!!!! I see people!!!!
SIS: QUICK! Run into the bathroom!!!
ME: What?
SIS: (goes into the kitchen and grabs a big knife) Go into the bathroom and call 911!
ME: Ok, ok, I'm calling them.

APD: 911 what is your emergency?
ME: We see people outside! My sister and I are house-sitting and we see people with flashlights!
APD: What is your address?
ME: Crap, I don't know! I just know it's on Walhill Cove near Anderson High School.
APD: Who is the owner of the house?
ME: John Smith! Oh my gosh! They're ringing the doorbell now!
APD: Is it on 1234 Walhill Cove?
ME: Ah maybe!!
APD: Oh, ok. They're just police officers ma'am.
ME: What??
APD: Apparently, the alarm went off at your house, so these officers were checking on you.
ME: Oh, I'm sorry. We just really freaked out.

And yes, every person we've told this story to have said, "Wait, that was the first thing I thought of. Police officers checking on you guys!" Fine, think what you want but at the moment it was scary!

In Preparation For My Portfolio Review.

So, you may be wondering, what the crap is she doing blogging if she has a portfolio review coming up?

For those of you who may not know what that is, it is where all the faculty members of the Graphic Design Department look at everything you've done so far and give you critiques...as in tear everything apart and tell you that you have a lot to improve on.

This lovely event that we designers lose about 150 hours of sleep a week for about a month before the event, happens to be taking place on the first reading day. And if you go to BYU, where they only give you 2 reading days (which one of them happens to be on a SATURDAY), you end up with NO reading days.

But that's ok.

What is not ok is people not knowing what we do or who we are. And what I mean by that is that we are GRAPHIC DESIGNERS. We DESIGN.

We are not:
graphicS designers
graphicS design ARTISTS
graphic ARTISTS

When potential clients call me one of the above or anything that is not GRAPHIC DESIGNER, I lose interest in them and when asked if I am interested in working for them, I kindly decline the offer.

So, if you're planning on hiring a GRAPHIC DESIGNER, be aware not to call them the wrong thing, because most likely, I'm not the only one who will kindly decline your offer.

Body Worlds.

Last night, I went to the Body Worlds exhibit in Salt Lake. Ever since I heard about the exhibit in NY, I've been dying to go see it. So last night, I was definitely like a little child on Christmas morning. As you can tell from the picture above, my favorites were the ones showing only the veins and the arteries. You could even see the tongue inside! Everything was done so intricately. They all looked amazing I couldn't resist touching them. I touched two human bodies and a camel. Now they are officially on the list of artworks I have illegally touched. (I'm not gonna lie, I was a bit surprised by the little supervision throughout the whole exhibit.)

eames rocking chair.

eames rocking chair makes me happy.

eames rocking chair helps me think.

eames rocking chair = $449.00 but i still want one.

PS. Another couple to add.

Erica + Spencer (REALLY soon to be married)
There's a great story behind this couple. And let's just say, I think I'm ready to officially retire as a matchmaker :)

Another late night date night with Curtis 2.

Today is it. It is election day. As you vote today, this might be something fun to do.

http://pollingplaces.nytimes.com/

And yes, I am invisible on gchat.

Another late night date night with Curtis.

Sometimes, early in the morning (usually between 1 am and 6am), I get depressed seeing that I'm the only person on Gchat. I usually go invisible at this point. Usually, these are the nights before Adrian's class and I am up late trying to make magic design happen so that I can show him some work that he can take a glimpse at and say, "well, this is a better direction isn't it?" So as an anti-depressant, I naturally come to blog so that I can feel like I'm at least typing something that will maybe be read by 1 or 2 people.

Today, I received a phone call from one of my best friends Randalyn. We have been friends since high school. The first time she called, she left a message saying that she had something to tell me. After having so many of my close friends get married, I know the tone of voice and what that "something to tell me" entails. I called her back only to get her voice mail. A little bit later, we were finally able to get in touch and I got so excited I was jumping up and down around my apartment. So congratulations Randalyn + Andrew. I've met Andrew several times and they are so great for eachother. I couldn't be happier for them.

So here are some of my closest friends that got married this year. It really makes me happy to know that they are happy. Congratulations to all of you. (And yes, I did steal these photos via facebook and other means.)

Lindsay + Travy (My favorite picture of them and they still owe me a copy btw.)

M.C. + Nate

Ty + Kate

Jessica + Raimo
Randalyn + Andrew (Soon to be married)

To be continued...
Well, I think it's time for bed. Night night world.

I love Polaroids+Friends.

I just found these pictures last week. Please don't be offended if you're not on here. I think the rest of my pictures are still in my photo box or it's waiting in line to be scanned. And note that these pictures are up in my apartment. Feel special.

Back in the Day.

I'm not quite sure what triggered it but on Thursday, I decided that I was in dire need of putting up new pictures in my room. (I even skipped class...woops). In the process of looking through my photo box, I found some pictures that I had neglected for awhile.

The first one is a picture of me in my lion costume for Halloween. I was 2.5 years old. My parents and their best friends had a son (Kevin) that was my age as well, so naturally, we had matching costumes. If you look closely in the background, he is standing there in his lion suit.

The second picture is of me and my friend Meredith at a sleepover at her place. We always wore those frilly PJ's and slept with our favorite Troll Dolls. I remember that Mere had a whole wall of troll dolls and I envied her for that. I wonder what happened to our collection of Trolls. I decided I'm going to incorporate this picture of us together for my response to her BFA project. It's a really cool idea. Check it out. http://www.correspondenceproject.blogspot.com/

And her project has some meaning to me as well because of a story my parents once told Mere and her family about how they wrote love letters to each other before they got married. If you want to hear the story, just ask me but it's a bit too long and romantic for me to handle posting it on my blog.

Disorder.

I used to be able to stay up all night. You know, pull all-nighters 2, 3 times a week and my body and my mind still felt fine. I am realizing lately that my body is getting old. Very old.

I have lost the capability of staying up past 2 am. After that, I am an empty robot that cannot function in any way. Also, after 11 pm, I lose the capablity of typing my thoughts accurately.
This means absolutely no blogging, facebooking, texting, gchatting, and definitely no writing papers for my English class. Let me give you examples of what happens when I break this rule past 11 pm.

1. I send facebook messages to people that I barely know about absolutely nothing.
2. I text things like "sometimes I hate you and sometimes I love you" to random people.
3. I mistype on gchat: not instead of now and god instead of good.


To expand on numero 3, this is what happens.

Bob: I have a blog.
Me: Really? Let me look at it. Sweet. Well, you're not on my list of friends so feel special.
Bob: I'm not? How does that make me feel special?
Me: Because you're not my friend.
Bob: I'm hurt. Are you trying to end this friendship?
Me: What? I'm really confused. Oh, I meant now.

Jane: How are you?
Me: I'm god.
Jane: ...oh ok. You're god?
Me: What? Why would I be god? Oh, I meant I'm good.


It seems that after 11 pm, I type not and god but I still read them as now and good. Therefore, I don't catch that I have typed the worng word and end up jeapordizing several friendships.

The point is, I should be working on my design stuff for Adrian, so I don't have to stay up late tonight and hurt more friendships.

Deseret Ranch.

So 2 weeks ago, Adrian and my design class decided to take a trip to Deseret Ranch. My friend called it "rehab camp" but hey, it got rid of my stress.

Taking naps = Yooms being happy.

So, my roommate told me about this. And it's pretty much amazing. And i really want one.

And yeah. I just want one real bad.

My Bike.

So my bike isn't really my bike. It's my friend MC's bike. But she let me borrow it and I ride it around Provo. MC's soon-to-be husband painted the bike for her. It's yellow with blue flowers all over it. On the bike seat, he painted a flower, and on the bike, he painted MC's name. But the special one (which was apparently Travy's suggestion) is under the bike seat and it says "Nate <3's MC."

Therefore, I am pretending that the name of the bike is Mary Carol. Pictures will be posted soon.

My hair.

I got a haircut a few days after my return from New York. My friend Samantha had been suggesting to me since high school to get straight bangs, but I have been very scared of the idea. Sometimes I have this fear of looking too asian and thought the bangs would definitely make me look even more asian. It has been a month now and I am finally getting used to my bangs (despite the fact that it does make me look more asian). So here it is:

So NY.

The number one thing I have to say about New York is:
I miss good Thai food.

I spent this summer in New York doing a graphic design internship at Piscatello Design Centre.

Meet my boss, Rocco.
















Meet Xueyin: she moved back to China.





















Meet my coworkers: Junno (like Juno) and Erica.
















I loved how small our studio was.
I had a great time working there.

Studio 441.

This is my class: Reeding, Beth, Natalie, Analisa, Eleanor, Cinthya, Me, Megan, Deven, Amanda, Meg, Jonathan, Aaron, (and Mackenzie). We range in age from 21 to 29. We range in height from 5'2" to 6'1". We love eating and sharing a bedroom with 10 girls. We make the boys drive the university van. We are all working on our BFA's.

Italy.

Viareggio.

The Natural.

This is kind of cool.

And this is kind of crazy.

I suck at this.

I am ashamed to say that this is my first entry since I have been in NY...or ever on blogger. However, as I have promised some people, I will be writing my first entry about my visit to Boston.

I visited Samantha, Lucia, and Aaron about a week ago. As I drove into Boston on my Megabus (www.megabus.com for cheap tickets), I quickly fell in love with the architecture and the environment of the city. My first thought of Boston was "Yes! I can relax now." I was extremely happy when Samantha picked me up in her Volvo (oh how I really missed that car. I am glad it is still alive and well.)

Her apartment was decorated with artsy objects and things she loves to do. In the morning, we ate some yogurt with blueberries she had picked with her friends the day before. We met up with Lucia and went to breakfast at Deep Ellum (?) and then went thrift shopping. One thing I will tell you about the whole trip is that Samantha and Lucia has MANY friends (even though they deny it.) That weekend, everywhere I went, I would meet someone new. "Oh hey Chris, Anna, Ellie, Joe, John, Matt, Katy, Alex, etc. etc. etc. (sorry for any names I have misspelled), this is our friend yooms. Yooms, this is everyone. I'm pretty sure they own Allston.

Speaking of Allston, I was VERY confused when I first heard them talk about it. I wasn't quite sure if they were saying Boston, or Austin. For those of you who don't know, that's where we're from. So it took a little explanation and some food in my tummy to finally distinguish the difference between Austin, Allston, and Boston. That night, Lucia, Samantha, and I drove down - (correction, got a ride from Lucia's dad) - to Davis Square where we met Aaron and Kristin. It had been awhile since I saw Aaron, so it was nice to see him again. I always forget how tall that kid is. I was again, reminded of how SHORT i am. We walked around, ate some Indian food, walked into Goodwill, and a small market where deliciously juicy looking fruit filled the front of the store. I got to ride the T. Can I just say, it is so much cleaner and sweeter than the NY subway? I didn't feel like I was on the subway at all.

We went to Lucia's to chill and watch Little Women, where we fell in love with Christian Bale all over again. Afterwards, we went to a bookstore where Watts worked, to get some free drinks. That night, we ended up at Alex's apartment for a rooftop sleepover. His apartment is decorated with a bunch of maps and when Anna started talking about Seattle, Alex was like, "Oh, hold on." And came back with a map of Seattle. I am a bit jealous of his map collection. That night, Samantha and I ended up going back to her apartment to sleep.

On Sunday, we had a pancake breakfast with blueberries. I think I am in love with blueberries. When I get back to Provo, I want to go fruit picking. But first, I'll have to find friends who'll do that with me. We decided that we needed to go swimming. So, we made our way to a public pool where we played mafia and handstands and who-can-make-the-biggest-cannon-balls with these black kids. (See my facebook for visual reference).

I really enjoyed the weekend. I liked Boston too. I wish I could have stayed longer. Maybe someday I'll go back. But for now, it was a nice weekend get-away from my busy life in New York. As for what's going on in New York, I'll have to write about that some other day.