Monday, 27 April 2009

if you wannabe my lover, u gotta get with my friends

so on saturday i was at a swap meet and i came across this book

and the memories came flooding back.
the platform heels, the twisty buns, ohh the beauty!!!!

yes i'm talking about the SPICE GIRLS, the greatest thing to come out of the UK besides the american revolution and percy pigs.
these girls were such a big part of my growing up, it's hard to imagine it without them. when i heard they were doing another world tour i very nearly spent an absurd amount of money on some nosebleed tickets. i mean entertainment like that just doesn't exist anymore. what, am i supposed to digress to the sugababes? please.

some of you may not know, but i actually have quite the past with these girls.
the summer after SPICEWORLD came out one of my friends had the brillliant idea that we dress up like them and have a concert. well, one thing led to another and next thing you know we were having daily, sold out shows. sometimes we even had two-a-days, always in tessa's backyard. those poor neighbors must have wanted to die after hearing endless high pitched, pubescent renditions of "colors of the world, SPICE UP YOUR LIFE!"
this was not just an activity, it was a LIFESTYLE. we watched spice world every day, were constantly on the lookout for the greatest costume and we never, ever broke our accents. remember the spice bus they rode around in? ahhh i covenanted that thing with all my little heart.

our roles were as follows:
Jess Reichman as Ginger Spice
Ellery Baum as Sporty Spice
Tessa Riskas as Posh Spice
Cassidy Adams as Baby Spice
which leaves....

if any of you know all of us you realize how amazingly mismatched some of these are. ohh it makes me so happy.
anyway, i just thought they deserved a little shout out since they're all getting old and lookin a little saggy. all except for mrs. victoria beckham, whose marriage to the hottest man in the universe immediately rescued her from any post-spice life trauma.
i highly suggest spicing up your own life by getting out your favorite spice cd and reliving the glory days, perhaps whilst driving or jumping on your bed. it brightened my day amazingly. and yes, i still know all mel b's parts by heart.

Sunday, 19 April 2009


so... i got into the creative track in the advertising program.

i would like to thank all those who put up with me and my pregnant-worthy mood swings during the week my portfolio was due...pretty sure i went a little insane but i think i'm back to normal now.
i am so excited to start and so grateful to be able to do what i love in school!

some of you have asked to see my portfolio. well the problem is they KEEP THEM for time and all eternity. so all that work using my mad bookbinding skills to put it together will only be enjoyed by those within doug mckinlay's office. lame? i agree. i'm going to see if i can at least borrow it for a week or something. literally no one saw it but me before i turned it in.
think i was a little nervous? yeahhh.

yesterday i came home and amy's kids were at the house. just try to tell me they aren't the cutest kids you've ever seen.
anyway this kid,

andrew, comes up to me and says in his dialect:
"rebb, we yeft fyowers and hearts on your door. you are going to be sooo surprised!"
so awesome.

note the hannah montana stickers. classic.

thanks to them it has been a lovely finals week.
they make me soooo baby hungry. all i want to do is get married and have kids....psych!
anyway, happy finals and warm weather to all. we're taking off to betsy's beach house again this week. life is lovely.

Wednesday, 15 April 2009

Hipster Scare.

so for my pop culture class we're doing our final project on hipsters.
upon researching them, i've become a little afraid that i may, in some small part belong to this most hated of subcultures.
if you think you don't know what a hipster is, think again. you know what they are you've just always needed the right label to attach to them. you know those 'emo, indy kids' that spend ridiculous amounts of time and money in order to look homeless?
here's a prime example.

and another.
here are some clues you are a hipster, as defined by the one and only Hipster Handbook:

1. You graduated from a liberal arts school whose football team hasn't won a game since the Reagan administration.

You frequently use the term "post-modern" (or its commonly used variation "PoMo") as an adjective, noun, and verb.

You carry a shoulder-strap messenger bag and have at one time or another worn a pair of horn-rimmed or Elvis Costello-style glasses.

You have one Republican friend who you always describe as being your "one Republican friend."

Your hair looks best unwashed and you position your head on your pillow at night in a way that will really maximize your cowlicks.

You own records put out by Matador, DFA, Definitive Jux, Dischord, Warp, Thrill Jockey, Smells Like Records, and Drag City.

by this definition, i think i'm safe. i do wear glasses like this. that were cheap.

(apparently now i also take narcissistic self-portraits on my photoboth like a hipster would. but come on, i had to for the sake of the blog)
but unlike those sported by hipsters, my over-sized specs ARE PRESCRIPTION.

i also am a fan of these.

and sometimes i listen to weird music, like you hear now.
as i was coming to all these realizations, i kept telling myself, 'oh but i'm not like THEM. no one would ever label me like that.'
then it came to my attention that one of the most prominent features of a hipster is that they DENY BEING ONE. noooooo.
so here is my case for my not being a hipster:
1. i shower
2. i have a job
3. i don't do cocaine
4. i don't brag about being more 'deck' than someone or complain about the mainstream-ivity of those around me
5. i am a fair weather hipster. depending on the day, i may or may not dress like one

i fear that my daily dabblings in various subcultures may strip me of all legitimacy and label me as simply a poser in each of them. but since when do you have to sell your soul to one certain group? i'd rather divy it up, horcrux style and sell it to a bunch of them.
since when do i think so much about these things?
great great class, but i must admit i am tired of thinking so hard about things. i'm excited to go back to my mindless media consumption and become brainwashed by corporate america.
anyway. long live the hipster.
i apologize for the highly materialistic and self-centered nature of this post. no more, i promise.

Saturday, 11 April 2009


i am so tired of getting this message in my facebook inbox.
messages used to be juicy tidbits too sensational to be written on walls and now it's just 'take this survey' or 'julie and bobby are getting married!!!'
anyway...why is provo so obsessed with The Dance Party??
freshman year it was fun. sophomore year it was old. now it's TORTURE.
the loud music, awkward b'in & g'in, being covered in that guy's sweat..not a fan.
yet i still find myself there, looking at crowds of beautiful men i will never talk to, because there's nothing else to do. awful.
last night i went to one and started talking to this kid about my glasses, as they are a surprisingly common topic of conversation. ("are those real?" "why yes they are. oh and the glasses are too")
by 'talking' i mean, well, screaming. let me demonstrate.
me: 'hey'
kid: 'what?'
me: 'HEY'
kid: huh?
me: "HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
kid: 'oh, hey. what's you're name?'
me: (oh great) "Rebbie"
kid: "huh?"
finally i took his phone and typed it in. didn't give him my number though...?? stupid me. anyway. we danced away awkwardly. haha. what else can you do?
apparently we go to these things to meet people. in reality we all just check each other out and never see each other again. welcome to the technology age where the only interaction possible is digital!!!!! THE HUMANS ARE DEAD. (flight of the concords anyone?)

so this is the hottest new location for The Dance Party, where gangsters and hipsters alike can be found.
don't get me wrong, many of you are aware of my affinity for gettin down. but if i'm really gonna get DOWN, i'm wearing my sweats and nike dunks and showing up at 9:00 when no one's there and i've got the place to myself and my girls.
unfortunately, if you actually want to MEET PEOPLE, this is inefficient. it seems that boys in provo don't look at you unless you're wearing $200 jeans and live at alpine village. maybe it's just me...
anyway, there has to be a solution. there has to!! i just don't know what it is yet. until i find it, see ya'all next weekend at spoon me. yuck.

Saturday, 4 April 2009

touching conference post.

don't you adore provo during conference? love love love it! especially this guy and his soothing voice. so much inspiration just floating around in the air. or wait was that snow.....
just thought i'd try to lose the sarcasm for a day. or a post at least :)

anyone ever read dandelion wine? the two boys keep a list of 'revelations' they have. i started doing this in high school and i love it. not like crazy/weird/angel came to my bedside revelations, just little things i've learned or realized. i was reading through them the other day and amidst the many profound and perfectly written insights here's one i found:
#109. i am SO tired of feeling inadequate.
why do we do this to ourselves? am i just a perfectionist or does everyone feel like this? blah. i hate it.
i found this quote by my favorite apostle whose beautiful words i miss dearly, the one and only elder neal a. maxwell. it's long. but read it.

"Now may I speak, not to the slacker in the kingdom, but to those who carry their own load and more; not to those lulled into false security, but to those buffeted by false insecurity, who, though laboring devotedly in the Kingdom, have recurring feelings of falling forever short.

"The first thing to be said of this feeling of inadequacy is that it is normal. There is no way the Church can honestly describe where we must yet go and what we must yet do without creating a sense of immense distance. Following Celestial road signs while in Telestial traffic jams is not easy, especially when we are not just moving next door--or even across town.

"In a Kingdom where perfection is an eventual expectation, each other's needs for improvement have a way of being noticed.

"Some of us who would not chastise a neighbor for his frailties have a field day with our own. Some of us stand before no more harsh a judge than ourselves, a judge who stubbornly refuses to admit much happy evidence and who cares nothing for due process. Fortunately the lord loves us more than we love ourselves.

"Yes, brothers and sisters, this is a gospel of grand expectations, but God's grace is sufficient for each of us. Discouragement is not the absene of adequacy but the absence of courage, and our personal proress should be yet another way we witness to the wonder of it all!"

anyway. be happy, God realizes you're trying!
here's to watching church in pajamas. and having girls night out while the boys go watch more church. wa ha ha.