adult life, i bite my thumb at you.

this is what it looks like when i try to make a resume:

thank goodness i have a mitchell who walks me through the resume-making process:

mostly i just want to hang out with babies.

hire me plz?

i know it happened a little fast, but...

conversation at church today*:

lady in front of me turns around: "so when is your wedding?"
me: "...i'm sorry, what?"
lady: "isn't it you that's getting married??"
me: *rapid breathing, shifty eyes*

me and iPhone 5's engagement was supposed to be held in UTMOST SECRECY, guys!!

well i guess it's out now. BUT I'VE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER.

*this conversation actually DID happen, but the lady was just confused about which Hansen daughter was actually getting married (to a human). It was my sister, wendy! and we really are happy for her. 

i got beef.

"Women should be women and not babies that need petting and correction all the time." (Eliza R. Snow)

although i feel that quote is 100% applicable to today, let's substitute some vernacular for a more 21st century setting:

"Women should be women and not babies that need [comments] and [likes] all the time." 

i feel like the internet is ruining everything. 

#thisisfunnyright

#somedayi'llpostsomethingotherthanmygchats
#getoveritandleavemesomecomments

my soul is in danger.

i got soeur cook's mass-email today and opened it with a squeal of delight. then started laughing, because i read this:

Earlier this week we went and taught a semi-new investigator. He has lots of interesting ideas, and we started teaching him when I was still with Soeur Hansen. In the second lesson, he told Sr. Hansen that she brought a spirit/angel with her and it was just too powerful for him. This last week, Soeur White and I went to teach him the Plan of Salvation. In the lesson, he told us how he has big plans to start a new religion. Also, that it's too bad that Soeur Hansen left because he wanted to do a ritual/ceremony with her (I'm guessing some sort of ancient Tiki magic stuff). And also that Soeur Hansen needs to come back to Tahiti because she forgot her soul here. Oops...He said he really worries for Sr. Hansen because of that. Some of our investigators have lots of interesting ideas. 


if any of you would like to buy me a plane ticket to tahiti to get my soul back, i wouldn't turn you away.

riddle me this.

so i realized that the reason i haven't been getting any comments on my blog since i've been back hasn't been because you guys don't love me anymore (RIGHT?!!)--it's because my comment settings are all messed up.

i THOUGHT that changing the settings to this would fix it:

normally changing settings to "allow all comments from everyone everywhere at anytime" would permit comments...right? so WHY, when i go to edit individual posts, do i see this:

i am confused. 

help me. 

happy valentimes, everyone! i don't know about you, but i'm celebrating by:

• not putting on make-up! 
• not washing my hair!
• not ironing my sweater that actually REALLY needs to be ironed!
• going to eat fish tacos with my brother and his girlfriend!

eat your hearts out fellaaazzz

gchat with nathan pt. deux

nathan is my friend who is good at making me feel good about myself and helping me make solid life plans. case in point the last chat and today's:

but really nathan is cool.
(btw his follow-up job option was this: http://jobs.aol.com/articles/2009/09/11/oddest-jobs-from-gross-to-weird/)

this talks about space jam.

this kid looks like obama but talks like bush. and i'm all about it.

also i'll probably start blogging about REAL stuff when i get a REAL life.

in the meantime, well...whatever.

don't be mad. just appreciate this, because it's funny.

TECHNOLOGY IS AWESOME

this is happening.

RIGHT NOW. 

(and it's not even a pday.)

so my dad's no siskel, but he makes a good point.

i like hanging out with my dad. this was a conversation we had tonight while watching harry potter 7, part 2 (which came out about a week after i went into the MTC):

dad: you know what i didn't like about this movie? it's too dark.
me: yeah, well the seventh book has some heavy stuff that happens.
dad: no. I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING. it's TOO DARK.
me: (laugh)

later...

dad: see, like this scene. WHY couldn't they have light here?? they must just have bad sets or something.
me: iiiiiii don't know about that...i feel like with the bajillion dollars they spent on this movie, they probably could've afforded at least a couple candles.
dad: i'm sure there was just some intellectual that was like 'oooooh it was a darrrrk time so it has to be darrrrk' and i'm like 'I JUST WANNA SEE THE MOVIE!!'
me: (laugh more)

i'm still weird.

conversation on the way to church this morning:

dad: well amy, do you know what today is?

me: FAST AND TESTIMONY MEETING?!!

dad: umm...yes. but maybe something that the REST of the world knows about...

me: (confused now as to what could possibly be more important than fast and testimony meeting)

pause

dad: it's superbowl sunday.

me: oh...so do you think people will still come to church today??

te fenua herehia

this was my name.

 this is where i served.

this is what i did.

 and i loved it.

hello?

this is scary. i have this automatic guilt-reflex for getting on the computer when it's not pday...

a little anecdote to recount my return to technology:

i turn on my computer, wanting to plug in my phone to put some music on it. (probably motab, let's be honest.)

computer: "you need to download the newest version of itunes."
me: "ok computer i will do that."

la la la, apple site, download. whew!
 PROBLEM.

computer: "hey what are you doing?! you can't download the newest version of itunes unless you have mac os x 10.6.8! dummy!"
me: "whaaa??"

la la la apple site, search whatever that thing that computer told me to get, download. whew.
PROBLEM.

computer: "nope! gotcha again! you gotta download version 10.6 before you can download version 10.6.8! haha!"
me: "THIS IS LIKE A RUSSIAN NESTING DOLL AHHHHHHH!!"

search search search on the internet. find mac software for leopards, snow leopards, mountain lions...

i just want a computer for humans.

welcome back to technology, sister hansen.