So, Thanks!

When I think of my Uncle Robby Ray I think of

• playing Legos in my scrubs a long time ago.
• that weird guy at the family reunion, who I think spent more time with the kids than with the adults.
• "hiding" from and teasing him.
• Katie's favorite uncle.
• how awesome his kids are, although he has to share most of the credit for that with Aunt Val.
• not leaving without my hug at Grandpa's 70th birthday. (Or his 75th.)
  
• feeling more comfortable than I ever had with an "adult".
• keeping that towel away from Tary. (I totally owned that.)
• messy hair, complete with whatever kind of hairspray was in the back seat of the car.
• Barbecue.
• cameras.
• not watching Bill and Ted's excellent adventure because we were talking.
• how the only t-shirt I ever remember him wearing has hiking boots on the front.
• root beer and root beer floats.
• how I've improved.
• stickers.
• what he said about airplanes and Jen at Jason's wedding.
• a picture of my feet because my toes are "cool".
• big letters in the sand.
• a hard working guy.
• him frowning whenever he thought I wasn't looking. (He had good reasons. Besides, it was more of a thinking hard frown than an angry one.)
  
• sitting around and saying nothing and how that was time well spent.
• laughing so hard I cry.
• actually liking a dog.
• the best pizza and oatmeal chocolate chip cookie recipes.
• my cool clear rock.
• checking my quarters, even though I never remember what he needs.
• the count down. (By the way, it's currently at -295. We NEED to fix that.)
• a home that's not a building.
• other people my age who he has been there for.
• that goofy smile thing he does where he closes his eyes and turns his head sideways. (Actually, if he ever reads this, I'm going to insist that he does one of those.)
• Mountains.
• the first male who ever told me I was beautiful.
  
• doing things I shouldn't be able to do.
• Uncle Wall.
• how cool he says my parents are. (And it's all true.)
  
• peeling my socks off of my feet after our hike.
• snacks and how we like the same things. (Except he eats black licorice, and I don't.)
• Almond M&Ms.
• hugs. The best ones.
• his blog and reading every post as soon as I hear about it.
• lightning.
• that REI.
• basement bedrooms.
• fetching cinnamon bears.
• no judgments.
  
• the gorilla and sopapillas and general fun at Casa Bonitas.
• his huge sighs that are contagious like yawns.
• movie quotes.
• Tour Guide Barbie and all the random facts a mind could boggle.
• waiting for him to respond to an "important" question.
• being a kid and more mature than other teenagers.
  
• all the times he brags about how many girls he kissed.
• eighteen bowls of Cold Stone at Marie's reception.
• carrot cake even though it wasn't my birthday.
• how he thinks of everything.
  
• love.
  
• my stomach tying itself in knots (and sometimes worse than that) when I get to see him.
• How he can turn a umpteen hour drive into a 7 hour drive and how we somehow manage to stay awake and hold a conversation for the majority of those drives.
  
• "stay off my tundra, you moron!"
• The Court Jester and The Scarlet Pimpernel.
• those weird names he comes up with for me.
  
• how he would tell me I should go to sleep.

Actually, I should go to sleep. I promise there's a lot more. A whole bunches more.

Dear you, Stop it! Love, Kara

My very best friend Sharon and I have come to a decision and we are laying out the law. Listen up gentlemen.
If you don't like me, stop being so nice. It really is a huge problem considering I'm just used to jerk-wads. (Yes, those are wads of jerkiness.) So yeah, when a guy is excessively nice or even just uncommonly kind for that matter my girly brain goes, "Wow, he's being really nice. That makes me like you. And your behavior is implying that you like me too." Yeah, the girly part of me says that whether I believe any part of it is true or not. So gentlemen please, just stop being nice. Thanks.

People, People, PEOPLE!

I've said it before and I'll say it again. I hate people. Mostly just strangers. I mean, I'm a really warm person toward my friends (according to Beth), but if I don't actually know you, I don't care to get to know you usually. I love new friends though. It's just that I'm cruel and would rather leave church immediately afterward rather than standing around trying to talk to someone just because they're from the same state. (Sorry Laura. I think that's dumb.)I think that's all the explaining I'm going to do here. I really can't explain it any better.
People are stupid. Groups especially. I love BYU, but I kind of find the people as a whole to be completely dreadful. I like most of the individuals I've gotten to know, but when I think about groups of two or more than five-ish...I shudder. Sometimes I curl up in a ball and want to cry.
Well, I even think some of my best friends are idiots. Only because I'm reluctant to believe they do the stupid things they do intentionally. If I believed that, then I would just call them jerks. But anyway (I know there's a chance that some of the people I am thinking of may find this. It's ok. I still love you. I even still like you. The way I am to your face is super accurate.) Anyway, sometimes I make bad judgement too, but I have more fun complaining about other people. And those people are idiots.
And yeah, at the same time there are individuals I need, there are groups I need, and heck, everybody has to be a stranger at some point or other.

You make me feel so...

This is certainly going to be an incredibly whiny and likely intolerable post. Just understand I am in no way asking for a boyfriend. I don’t really care to have one right now, thanks so much. I was just thinking and this is what comes of that.

Have you ever had people tell you that they really admire you? I think most people have probably had it said to them at some point, but this is all just speculation. For me, I love it and it makes me get all these warm fuzzies. Hooray. That’s great news. The only thing is, it is quite often eligible young men who tell me this. And they use that exact word, “admire.” I would never want to give them cause to stop feeling that way about me, but it would be nice if they would do some other things too.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T. I don’t think it means anything special to me. Same as everyone else, I like it. I suspect that I’m not different in thinking that part of respect is keeping your word. Yeah, that would be nice too.

Also related to respect is friendship. I value my close friends a lot. It is you who have kept me on my feet through things I would never tell you about. Having said that, too often people seem to let their friendship with me get one sided. That is, I’m the one who starts a conversation with you. I make sure you are doing well. I offer my ear and my hands when things aren’t going exactly the way you want. Can I please be able to expect the same from you?! (Wow that sounds really biased. Well, I am writing from my perspective.)

The last point I’m going to make before I regret writing this. Oh man this is bad. I’m just gonna say it. LIKE ME! Yeah, a crush. I know it’s more of a girl thing to talk about, but guys have crushes too. Now, I am in no way saying that all my guy friends should like me in that way or even that every guy who admires me should have a crush on me. What I am saying is this. If I am so admirable (which I honestly don’t think I would ever say that I am) why don’t any guys like me? Seriously, the dirty little secret you get to know about Carrotsoda is this: no guy has ever admitted to liking me at all. At least not that I’ve heard of. Am I just to good for everyone? Of course not, but sometimes I feel like a person who everyone thinks well of and nobody actually wants to be around.

You know what, I think I’ll strike everything I just said. I don’t care if you like like me. But please, take me out for icecream or invite me to go hiking or play a board game or something. I think very few things make me feel as special as when a nice guy dedicates his time to me. I think that’s true of most girls, which means guys, you have a lot of power for good. USE IT PLEASE.

Well, that was a round about way of getting to it, but I think that last point is what I was getting at. Guys who make girls feel special…well…

Because I'm Selfish: My birthday wish list way in advanced

Black clothing. Specifically t-shirts, leggings, socks, dress pants. Those all need to be black.

New tennis shoes. Do you realize how quickly you wear through shoes when you walk everywhere?

More non-knee socks. I love knee socks, but I'm pretty well covered in that department.

Exercise pants and capris. When you have dance class every day, the three pairs you have tend to get very gross.

Otherwise clothing. Like mostly Sunday type clothes.

Quarters. Laundry. 'nough said about that.

Otherwise money. For textbooks and food and rent and such.

Notebooks and folders. Two of my favorite thing.

A small, inconspicuous, plain colored purse. I confess their usefulness.

A netbook, maybe.

4 black jubilee dance floor tiles. Kinda steep.


Yeah, that's pretty much what I want. I probably end up getting it all for myself before too long. My treat to me.

My first BYU writing assignment, only minorly edited.

I have always preferred mountain hikes to beach strolls. Something about smooth sailing does not float my boat. Footstep after footstep of the climb is taxing, but once I chose a path only a good mistake will make me stop and reevaluate my situation. That's not to say I shun advice. I seek it. The errors and successes of my friends have lead me to the path on which I trek. They have taught me a love for the steeper climbs. So now, I lace up my boots in preparation and anticipation for what lies ahead.

(Ok, so there was a lot of editing, but it's essentially a combination of my first and second drafts.)

Apparently I've started a poetry competition in my apartment.

So Sarah told Laura that she could write better popsicle poem than Laura. I refuse to judge. Here's Sarah's poems. The first one rhymes. The second one "is deep."

Popsicle Delight
by Que Sera Sarah

Orange, yellow, blue
Colors everywhere
Red and green too
Sticky in my hair

Juicy, soft, bright
Frozen taste of sun
Don’t take a bite
Or it will soon be done

Sweet, drippy, cold
On a summer’s day
A flavor so bold
I could melt away

Runny, grand, wet
Finished just right
A treat you can’t forget
Popsicle delight!


Popsicle Delight

Orange, yellow, blue
Colors everywhere
Red and green too
Sticky in my hair

Juicy, soft, bright
Frozen taste of sun
Don’t take a bite
Or it will soon be done

Sweet, drippy, cold
On a summer’s day
A flavor so bold
I could melt away

Runny, grand, wet
Finished just right
A treat you can’t forget
Popsicle delight!


Popsicle
Also by Que Sera Sarah.

Bright
Out of its prison of white
Orange and red
Perhaps blue
But altogether too new
Too cold
The colors too bold

Sweet
The colors begin to slide
Your tongue they ride
All alive
The flavors they now can drive
Sublime
Swirling in its prime

Soft
Melting dullness starts to reign
The warmth can explain
Growing weak
It can’t be stopped; juices leak
Drip away
Stick falls where it may