Tuesday: Election Day

It's election day, and all I have to say about that is suddenly everyone thinks they're the next-best political editorialist for the NY Times.  Watching one youtube video on Obama or listening to your dad talk about Romney at the dinner table doesn't make you a political expert.  And quite frankly, I don't care to hear your opinion if it's uneducated.  Do you research, place your vote, and support whomever is elected into the Presidential position of this country (God bless their poor soul).

Well.  Off to aerial silks.  Oh, don't know if I mentioned: I like spending my free time hanging upside down in the splits and stuff.  It's pretty neat.  Original, right?

Monday

I have the attention span of a 6 year-old.  I remember sitting in my abnormal psychological development class my senior year in college, listening to the professor lecture on ADD symptoms straight out of the DSM* and thinking to myself "yep that's me".  Out of the nine criteria, an individual must present six.  I presented eight*.  However, you have to prove such symptoms were present before the age of 7.  There goes my chance of getting heavily medicated, right?  MOVING ON.  Long story short: I lose attention in projects and get easily distracted.  Often just by my own thoughts.  Which typically are the blueprints for another project #facepalm.  Now you see my dilemma?  Right now I have at least 9 unfinished drawings in the collection of about 5 art journals sitting on my nightstand, a half paper-mâché'd deer head sitting on my desk (started and abandoned two weeks ago), a photo catalog opened in Lightroom just waiting to be edited (from over a month ago; sorry Catherine..), and a three-quarter-eaten Cookies & Cream bar sitting beside me*.  I've tried making check-lists, hoping that'd help.  I start off strong: a list of tasks with their deadlines and a cute little box I can check upon completion.  However, I typically end up turning it into some fancy-letter-doodle via bottom half of blank page.  Take a picture.  Post it on Instagram.  Never look at it again.

Sigh.

-----footnotes-----
*Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders; aka snoozefest.
*Give or take three.  By which I mean take. 8 - 3 = 5. See.  Told you I was going to school for math.  BAM!
*Don't worry, that will be finished soon.

Sunday

[Photo: Natalie Wall]

There's a mouse in our house.  Well, actually he lives in our kitchen.  And I swear he only comes out when I'm in the kitchen.  And every time he does it's while I'm in the middle of doing something.  You know, important somethings:  pouring milk into my cereal, taking a bagel out of the toaster..life necessities.  Want to know what this mouse has taught me?

I can apparate.  Straight Harry-Potter-sans-portkeys disappear and reappear somewhere else.  

Because whenever that mouse comes out I end up in a different room faster than the time it takes to realize what's happening.

On a different note: we're supposed to get more snow this weekend.  Hopefully that puts Utah into a permanent winter season instead of this see-saw of warm and cold.

Resurrected

[Photo by Cory Devenney]

Last time we chatted I was hiding from the Big Bad Law School behind the facade of a snowbum.  Well, once and for all I ditched the ole' dreams of being an upper east-side litigator and fell into place with something much more Natalie-suited:
 *drum roll please*

Masters' in Mathematical Statistics.

Okay. How much geekier can I get when I say that I AM SO EXCITED *snort*.  I have to retake Calculus I, II, and III.  That whole fiasco starts in January.  Which leaves me balancing 4 jobs, 7 hours of aerial training a week (Wait, what? I decided I want to join the circus, nbd..), snowboarding, and school.

Having been the college kid taking 21 credits, working two jobs and commuting 2.5 hours each way to snowboard twice a week (Arizona, God rest your soul..), this should be no problem.  Newsflash to Natalie: You've gotten so lazy since then. You're going to die. A beautiful, mathematical, snowy death.

Celestial kingdom, you are mine.

2.28.12

Today I found a tree.
The tree quickly stole my heart,
because, you see, this tree was no ordinary tree.
This tree was a super tree.
So super that its branches provided the means of brief flight.
(Sidenote: I say brief because it was shortly followed by the realization that "look ma' no hands" results in flying backward off it's small wooden swing and subsequently equates to rolling down a hill. Whoops.)

Moral of the story:
Girl fell in love with tree, even after tree dispelled her.

The beginning of my hippie life.

2.27.12

Ah lately I've felt deprived of creativity. My mind just stares blankly at things, probably drooling brain slime out the side of its mouth, with a dumb-founded 'wtf' look along the right cerebral cortex. I wish there was some sort of self-reset button, or therapy group for this. I just want my brain back. You know..that weird brain that hears the word "Disneyland" and immediately thinks "Blue Bayou Restaurant, bread bowl, potato soup, cheddar cheese..!". Oh wait, that's my tummy, and clearly that still works as ridiculously as usual.


Men think with their ..(fill in the blank).
Women think with Pinterest.
Natalie (apparently falling neither under that category of men nor women..?) thinks with her tummy.

2.26.12

First blogpost of the year. I think I've lost about 100 followers, too. Cheers to the whims of keeping strangers happy on the interwebs. Clearly I fail at that. However, I sinceriously (ha!) miss having blogging as an outlet for creative writing/unguided ranting, so I'm thinking I'll start checking in a bit more now. I honestly blame the demise of my updating on Instagram (*PLUG* Follow me: nataliewall). I'll just post a happy assortment of big things that have been going on around these here parts via pictures for today, because my rhetorical ability to explain things in a way pleasing to the masses is rusty.



In other words: Managed to get score 17 stitches (hottest winter accessory, didn't you know?), met the bachelor, decided to stop brushing my hair (sinceriously), learned to fly (I kid, I kid), fell in love with life in Utah, gave my heart to a fine young gentleman.

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On the second day of December, my true love said to me:
"Go dress up and waltz around Provo like you own the place because, let's face it..you do!"

Alright, so maybe I don't have a true love, and maybe he didn't say that to me. But I have a feeling my Chuck Bass doppleganger would say something of similar taste to get my spirits high. Sidenote: I'm joking; I'm a total Provo hermit.

But for real. Today = photoshoots and snow and cold air...and probably pneumonia. And I don't care, because I'M GETTING OUT OF THE HOUSE!!!!! Finally.

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Humpty Dumpty's last name was Wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
Humpty Dumpty's first name was Natalie.
At least someone thought to Instagram it, yeah? Super important. Gotta' have the IG.

Well, I guess it's bound to happen when you devote every day of your life to fueling a passion in a sport that takes its victims ruthlessly. Luck of the draw. I don't actually remember any of what was going on (apparently I smile after regaining consciousness as shown in the picture above..?) or what happened leading up to it. Only have accounts from my friends who saw it. But yeah, from what I heard, I was jumping, spun, board caught an edge on some ice, hit my head pretty hard, tumbled a little, bam. Knocked out. Ski Patrol came, threw me on a stretcher, put me in the back of an ambulance, and that's where my memory kicks in. I just remember being told not to move because they didn't know if I had broken anything in my back/pelvis. Great way to regain memory, right? Luckily xrays came out clean. I can easily say that day was the most excruciating pain I've ever been in in my life. I couldn't walk. Doctors said no riding for 6 weeks. We'll see about that ;) I'm getting more and more back into the natural ability of things I took for granted: walking, sitting all the way down to pee (srsly!), being able to put my pants on, being able to put shoes on, being able to touch my toes.. but it's day 4 and those things are already starting to feel easier! I put pants on standing up today - yayy! Haha. Hoping to be back in a week. We'll see though. We'll see.

God is good, He is merciful, and I am indebted to Him. I love my Savior. I love the priesthood. And I love the gospel of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. These things are true.

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Hello blog.
My name is Natalie Wall, I am 10+10+1 years young, residing in beautiful Utah, and - despite your justly preconceived notions - I haven't snowboarded off a lethal cliff (yet), suffocated in cupcakes, or gotten re-abducted by the stork. I am alive. I am neglectful. And I am sorry.

I will try to be better with this. I used to be good at it. Now..I just suck. And my life is boring.

Actually, that's a fallacy. Life has manged to be more interested and exciting than ever, and it's a shame I am too lazy to document it all. Just trust me when I say it is wonderful :)