Insomniac Lullaby

November 8th, 2010... Doomsday part 1 
That was the day my application to the BYU Media Arts major was due.  The buildup involved a lot of anxiety insanity and sleepless nights.  The trick was to channel all that into something creative. Below is the film sample I submitted with my application, an amateur short film I call, "Insomniac Lullaby." 

December 17th, 2010... Doomsday part 2
The last day of finals but also....the day I was to find out if I had a major or if I needed to start looking up Renaissance Fairs to join.
After the longest day of insanity, some minor melt downs, a much needed Coca-Cola, some bribing of Media Arts insiders.... and... I'M IN! WOOT. I Tricia, am a FILM MAJOR.  :)

"The Worst Person in the World"

Ellen Sirot, the hand supermodel.
I don't know whether to love her or hate her.  I therefore remain in ambivalent amusement.  Maybe it's enough to know that perhaps we are someone else's' obnoxious hand model.

I will cuuut you.

This Halloween Bon Qui Qui was the winner. Enjoy. 

Costume? This is just one of my other personalities...

I have always taken Halloween and dressing up in general fairly seriously.

Julie Nails- Guitar Hero

Team Rocket- Pokemon

Evian Mermaid

Xena Warrior Princess

Gangsta's

Let's hear some votes as to what I should be for Halloween this year...let's bring out the contestants....

 

Hannah Montana

Juno

Bon Qui Qui

The Stripper Cake

Succinctly put...

5'3''

"Fun-sized" to be politically correct. I've always been a short person so I don't know why the fact keeps coming to me in profound moments of surprise. 

I chose to blame these two:

My brothers, Jason (19) and Kevin (14), both comin' close to 6'

By rights, being one of the older kids in the house is near synonymous with "the biggest thing around." Then suddenly something happened and it leaves me wondering, who told these two they could get so big? 

Don't get me wrong, I am secure in my shortness.  There are plenty of kind, strange tall-guys out there that will get that pineapple soda from the top shelf  for me, if I decide to go punk and spike my hair I will still clear doorways, and as a much wiser and similarly fun-sized cousin once said, it is really hard to find a boy shorter than you. ;)   

Evolution of a Stripper Cake

Secret Files

Among my secret files on my computer is one I fill with the most amazing pictures I have come across.  I call it, 

"Favorite Pictures Ever." 

These are photos that I have ripped from your Facebook because they make me so...so happy. I encourage all to embrace these moments as they only better our world. Here are a sample few world bettering images:

I want to just say thank you to all of you who have made the hard times a little more livable.  I love you and remember, I laugh WITH you. ;)

Everyone else, you have been warned.

COOKIES!!! Nom nom nom.

My niece, Isabella turned three. Stacey decided to milk what is possibly the last year before the irrevocable princess stage sets in and throw a COOKIE MONSTER party. Take a moment to let the nostalgia seep through you and now prepare yourself for some X-treme cuteness...

...like seriously, your niece ain't got nothin' on Izzy.

I had some fun with the cake. 4 layers of yummy colorful and confetti awesomeness. I highly suggest cookie monster parties as the favors and decor are the same thing: Cookies. 

Let's be honest, 3 year olds given unlimited access to cookies = good party.

It's almost cannibalistic.

Below is one of my favorite pictures of all time.

Don't be fooled, she did that face on purpose. It's the attitude thing and deserves a cross link to... http://awkwardfamilyphotos.com/

My Retirement Plan

Fainting Goats....what was that whole thing about natural selection I heard somewhere sometime?...oh yeah! 
That would be my entire life's education.   That and my common sense tell me these  tasty and small things should have been done-in centuries ago.
 Just watch.
                                                   

I suppose their hilarity alone has extracted the mercy of predators.
Ironic, isn't it, that spontaneous immobilization would preserve species?  Then again, who wouldn't want to keep these guys around?

 I now envision happily-ever-after curled up on a chair with my significant-other watching our oh-so-cute flock of fainting goats silhouetted in the sunset, not yet aware of the mob of  grankids running their way.

In the wise words of Marie Antoinette...

...Let them ME eat cake!!! :)

Freshman year at BYU is fun for many reasons, and believe me, we exploited most every one of them. The thing that pulls BYU apart from most other college first year experiences is not so much the dryness of the parties but the dryness of the humor. 

I'm talking about a constant barrage of freshman bride jokes.  It was so much that when I moved off campus, I signed my freshman roommates up for the bridal catalogs and fairs feeling that they were missing out on the real experience.

Before the Y half of my friends took off on their missions they threw us girls a wedding party. because, we "would all get married off" while they were gone and they wanted to celebrate with us. 

Our colors were grey and olive green. 

Now that I'm going into...holy guacamole...well, another year at college, the wedding bells have been chiming and my friends are starting to drop off like flies...

....And another one bites the dust.

Plan B

I haven't had the best luck with finding a major and/or general purpose in life.  My family is having epiphanies about what I should do all the time. On occasion my mom or dad will call me up with a, "You should go into forensic sciences..." "I've got it, pediatrics!", "Microbiology," "Surgeon!"...and so forth. All supported  by a loving yet inaccurate claim to my scientific prowess and a stomach of steel. (I am not referring to my rock solid abs.) My sister Stacey too came to such an epiphany during out summer visit to the Utah Renaissance Fair (I won't lie, it was all for the turkey legs. mmmm...)

It was while passing by a group of middle-aged sorcerers and gypsies that she turned to me with eyes glowing and declared, "Tricia, if you aren't married by thirty, you should join the Renaissance Fair!!!"  I thought about it and found I had no real argument other than bumping the number to 35.
So if the whole college, career, love and kids thing doesn't work out...
 I'm joining the nerd-fest heard of unfulfilled D&D die-hards head on. Who knows, maybe I'll find my Captain Sparrow there...

On a somewhat unrelated yet valid note, the following is a picture I discovered on a friend's facebook. It was posted over a year and a half ago. It leaves me with so many questions... 

Here we see Jack workin' that Plan B.

21 years old!

I turned 21 and everyone threw a color festival for me. check it out!

Actually it was the Krishna festival of Colors which is a Hindu festival for spring. You see, Krishna, who's blue was embarrassed that he was so much more colorful than his pale bride to be. So his lover colored herself in colors for their wedding to show him she loved him.

Cellphone

My first phone died. It didn't just putter out; it died a slow and gruesome death. Screen unreadable, cover missing, a ghetto makeshift duct tape backing holding the battery in, a few piercings and engraved tattoos from that one night when things got crazy... Unfortunately, it was just barely beyond the point where wearing something cute and playing the "I don't know what happened, it just stopped working..." card would have been plausible. Not that I didn't try. ;)

My TV shows.

okay... so I'm not a TV junky or anything but I do have a few of the shows I like.... Psych, 24, Heroes, Lie To Me, The Office, Alias, F.R.I.E.N.D.S... just the few. This year I actually had a group of friends in my ward who shared my love for psych and we had group psych nights. These gorgeous cupcakes are for the season four premier.

Christmas Break With the Fam

Chase and Tio Karrot's snowball fight

Chase's look of horror from Tio Karrot's giant snowball.

Chase's snowball caught on action. Also Tait in the background working hard on the snowman.

Izzy's feet got cold after sledding with Tia Tricia (Me). So we went in and had some hot cocoa and a sandwich.

This is me showing off my cool sticker earrings.  That morning I woke up to find stickable stickers all over my face courtesy to Chase and Izzy's sibbling bonding time.  I thought I'd heard giggling as I woke up.

Sibblings.

Dad Jamming with his highschool buddies

Kevin!! It must be one of those phase things...

Or maybe just a brother thing.