Goodbye summer.

I finally had the privilege of being reunited with my car after its long rest in LA. My time in California was completed by all the essentials: a frozen banana, dipped in chocolate and covered in Oreos, salt water taffy (both courtesy of Balboa Island), and Yogurtland.

Artwork.

Not to steal Arrested Development's thunder, but I am currently weighing the pros and cons of opening a banana stand in Provo. And/or franchising a Panera, because we all know they need one of those as well. The evening culminated with a trip to the hotel, where we found this cleverly written "Do Not Disturb" sign: "There's a good reason for you not to knock right now." Mostly awkward by the fact that I was sharing the room with my mother.

Conan entertained us at night by providing some laughs. And fox news kept us up-to-date on the latest happenings. As outrageous as fox news may occasionally be, sometimes it's like a welcome home after a long day in this crazy world.

Funniest moments from Conan: Sometimes I lay awake at night and wonder...Michael Vick wrote, "Who would win in a fight between Goofy and Pluto?" And of course, these adorable creatures, puppies dressed as cats:

Mini dose of joy.

I am currently doing everything in my power to avoid the despicable act of moving. It is times like these (along with almost every second of every day) where I wish I was at Hogwarts and could simply "charm" my luggage to move to my room with the simple flick of the wrist. Perhaps my invitation just got lost in the mail. Those owls can't get it right EVERY time.

At least I'm popular in my dreams.

The other night I had a dream that I hadn't checked my phone all day and when I finally looked at it that night, I had 77 messages waiting for me!!! Not sure the significance of the 77, but that's the number nonetheless. I slept pretty well that night, thinking that my life had reached some new, profound level of popularity. Then I woke up and reality quickly descended upon me. I immediately checked my phone, just to be on the safe side (dreams can predict the future, right??). WRONG. Phone laughed that inevitable blank screen. Oh well. Maybe someday.

In other news, my mom is absolutely in love with the song Low by Flo Rida, as demonstrated by her singing it to me every 3.2 minutes, give or take. And, naturally, instead of paying the $1.29 (or whatever it costs nowadays) to buy the song, she listens for free by watching Step Up 2 EVERY time it comes on Starz. Which is actually quite frequently. Tonight I had the opportunity to mother/daughter bond by watching this stellar flick. Not only does my mother have every word to the song Low memorized, she also has every line of the movie memorized. Something tells me this lady needs to get out more. Before she thinks she can actually dance like these crazy cats, too. Although it may be too late for that. As long as I can deter her from sporting apple bottom jeans and boots with the fur, my mission in life will be close to accomplished.

Shaq.

Watch this show immediately. Pure joy from beginning to end.

Greetings.

I can't really explain why I'm doing this. Nor can I guarantee that this silly thing will last. This is in no way meant to serve as a diary, documenting the dull and mundane pieces of my life. Mostly I wanted this as a place to post funny moments that sometimes come. I can't promise any substantial entertainment value, but I'm giving this life in the blogger world a chance.

And as a side note, I realize that I am currently unmarried and therefore technically not allowed to have a blog. Let's just say that I am trying out a new optimistic stance on life and preparing for all things marriage now.