princessnawni's Xanga

Happy belated Halloween!

Tue, 04 Nov 2008 05:02:36 GMT

You Are a Vampire

You are charming, sensual, and even a bit manipulative.

You can't help but get people to do what you want.

You have sharp senses and a strong predatory instinct.

You go after what you want, without mercy.

While you have the heart of a killer, many people are drawn to you.

You are elegant, timeless, and mysterious. You are the ultimate fantasy object.

Are You a Vampire or a Werewolf?

That STUPID WHORE!

Wed, 06 Aug 2008 03:00:29 GMT

Okay, here's the latest. People who know and love me are aware that I was in a pretty serious car accident 1 February. The driver of the other car (see subject line) ran a red light and slammed into me, giving me 5 pelvic fractures and putting me in the hospital for 2 weeks. Today my dad and baby sister went to a pre-hearing conference about the accident and that STUPID WHORE didn't enter a plea because she didn't think she had done anything wrong. WTF?? She ran a red light. We think she may have been talking on her cell phone at the time. She even told me (whilst I was trapped in my car) that she didn't even see me. I wish I could smack the crap out of her.

I'm old!

Sat, 22 Mar 2008 21:03:05 GMT

I'm at American Eagle with my sister (she's 10 years younger than me) and I've parked my wheelchair so I can just sit while she shops here, and one of the guys working here asked me if I'd like him to push my chair around so I could "shop with my daughter." My DAUGHTER?!? There's no way I look old enough to have an 18 year old daughter!

I'm not always this flaky.

Sun, 16 Mar 2008 03:22:00 GMT

Once upon a time (9 years ago), in a land far away (BYU-Hawaii), there lived a beautiful, but VERY near-sighted, princess named Whitney (okay, it was me). At BYU-Hawaii, our princess lived in an all women kingdom (Hale 2), in her own small castle (dorm room) which was about 6 steps away from a magical waterfall (the bathroom-toilets, sinks, and showers). The castle door had a knob which was the sort that, even when locked, could still be turned from the inside. When Princess Whitney wanted to wash, she was in the habit of stripping down in her castle, setting her eyeglasses on her desk, and wrapping up in a towel, then she would grab her basket of toiletries, unlock her castle door, and go (partially) blindly to the waterfall. She'd just dress herself once she was again in her castle.
One day, the princess forgot a vital bit of her routine-- a mishap she didn't realize until after she had washed.
There she stood at her castle door, freshly washed, wrapped in a big towel (purple, the color of royalty), her dark, curly hair dripping wet, her basket of toiletries in hand, and her eyes squinting (partially) blindly at the castle doorknob, which was outrightly refusing to turn. Crap. Her key was locked inside the castle, with her clothes. Crap. So our princess (partially) blindly walked toward the gatekeepers of the kingdom to get a spare key, but would have to pass a common room in which men from surrounding kingdoms were visiting. Poor Princess Whitney was just too shyly modest to be wearing only a towel and then walk past a bunch of men. Instead, she walked back toward her castle, and started knocking on her neighbors' doors. It wasn't until the third door that she found a friend home, and dressed, who would go to the gatekeeper to get a spare key. And the princess was able to get back into her castle. She got dressed and put on her glasses and took the key back to the gatekeepers. She went back to her castle, only to find it locked with her key inside. Again. At least she was dressed and glassesed this time when she went to get the spare key!

I blame post traumatic stress.

Sat, 02 Feb 2008 10:15:25 GMT

So, I was in a car accident yesterday and, long story short, I had to have some C.T. scans done. There was a guy (maybe a nurse?) there helping to scoot me onto the machine's table, and he accidentally touched my hiney during the process. He was a funny, joke-y around kind of guy, and he said, "I'm sorry for feeling your butt." To which I replied, "Oh that's okay, it's the most action I've had in a long time." D'oh! I can't believe I really said that out loud! Then he said, "What? A pretty girl like you?" I can only assume he was being friendly, because even though I was looking dang good when I left the house, I'd been through the wringer by the time he saw me (I didn't see myself in a mirror, but I can guess that my eye make-up was all over my face by then, and not exclusively on my eyes, where it belonged).

<sigh> Out of the loop

Sat, 26 Jan 2008 08:16:28 GMT

I don't know about MySpace crap, because my sister and sister-in-law got me involved in Xanga, but now I'm bummed that I don't know how to use MySpace, because Flight of the Conchords have their own page and they're my new favorite thing. Why could they not have picked Xanga?

The joys of nostalgia

Wed, 19 Dec 2007 13:58:20 GMT

I was feeling a bit nostalgic and remembered a website of which a friend told me. It was about 10 years ago that I had started reading it, and it was unlike anything I'd ever before seen. It was blogging back in the days before there was even a word for it. *Disclaimer--the guy who wrote it uses plenty of swear words and some of the stories are dirty, so don't read it if that sort of thing offends you. I imagine that this link won't come up as a hyperlink, but it gives the information you need to find the site http://www2.hawaii.edu/~dereksmi/stories/index.html Here's to you, Derek Smith, for paving the blogging path.

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Wed, 03 Oct 2007 05:25:25 GMT

"I'm not superstitious, but I'm a little stitious."
I love watching "The Office".

Monday, September 24, 2007

Mon, 24 Sep 2007 15:47:45 GMT

I had fun spending a week in Provo. I played with my baby nephews. I shopped with my sister and sister-in-law. I went to a mini-family reunion. I connected with a great friend from college. I met up with a recently returned missionary I'd been writing. I went to a Mary Kay guest event. I had fun. Now, I'm home and it's less fun. I have to go back to work in about 3 hours and that'll be still less fun.

Assistance wanted:

Fri, 21 Sep 2007 22:48:46 GMT

Hello people. I am requesting assistance for a piece of jewelry that I am in the process of making. I am making a ring out of chain maille; it's a European 6-in-1 weave, and I am struggling with closing the ring. I am beyond confused as to how to attach the two ends. If you'd care to share, please let me know how to close this ring. Thanks!!