The Best of April Fools.

I don't particularly like April Fools Day. Like...I could def do without it. But there are some pretty good jokester out there. Here are just a few of my favs. Some new. Some old.

I'm a child of social media. So I loved these. And thanks to my bomb professor who started the search for me.

• Google announces smell-based search engine: Google Nose. I smelled my iPhone for 20 minutes. (insert smug emoji.) 
• Twitter announced that vowels are no longer permitted in tweets. You know..."More efficient, and 'dense' form of communication".  Of course. W nd mr smplcty n r lvs. Twttr.  #LL #YL #nvwls
• Google plans to shut down YouTube. Life is over. No YouTube. No life.  

Here's one from the history books. This one is in tribute to the newly created slogan: Live Mas. Which I still don't like very much. Just for the record. Live Mas. Really?? But Taco Bell was 'living more' even in 1996. 

• In 1996, Taco Bell buys the Liberty Bell....The "Taco Liberty Bell"  Some would probably say it's a little controversial, but I think it's hilarious! And brilliant. Just go read it. 

And to finish with a personal favorite. 

• April 1, 2001, I was the subject of the best prank ever performed....on me. My lovely sister, Kara is the ultimate prankster in our family when it comes to April Fools, and 2001 was her best prank yet. When I was 10, she convinced me that she had this huge school assignment and needed my help to perform a social experiment. Because I am such a loving sister, when she asked for my help, of course I said yes!  She elaborately explained to my 10-year-old self that I was to dress up in as many layers as I possibly could, from head to toe, all day and see how other people reacted to my strange dressing habit. The experiment was to begin at the beginning of the day and end after dinner. I was told that the experiment was to be kept secret so the data would not be skewed. So....Kara and myself were really the ONLY ones who knew the inside scoop. I was super excited to be helping my college sister with one of her college assignments. And because I was so excited to be apart of a college study, I walked around in jeans, sweats, pj's, 5 pairs of socks, 4 different t-shirts, 2 jackets, a coat, 2 hats, a few scarves, 2 pairs of gloves, and yes...4 pairs of underwear all day. Grocery store. Neighborhood. Home. School. I actually can't remember if I really went to school looking like the abominable snowman. All of it. And I thought I was sooo cool. All I had to say about it.....April Fools sista. Well played. 

Well, this year I escaped a ruthless prank, but I want to hear about all your favorite April Fools pranks. Tell me. I still have a debt to pay to my favorite red headed sister. And I need a whole year to plan it. ;)

I was rolling on the floor laughing madly out loud today, and I really wanted to tweet #ROFLMAO. But instead I just rolled floor laughed madly. #RFLM

SKULLLZ

i'm super hard core now. i own a skull scarf. and there ain't nothin you fools can do about it.


but seriously. i really can't do anything about it. i accidentally bought a leopard print (which is unusually anyways) scarf with day of the dead skullz on it.

i know you are asking, "how do you 'accidentally' purchase a skull scarf you crazy white girl?" it's super simple. and if you're dying [punny!] to know, anyone can do it.

1. i bought it. 
2. i unwrapped it.
3. i realized i was SKULLLLLZ woman.
4. they don't have a return policy for scarves-or any other accessories.
5. aaannd...i bought it in california. 7 hours away from where i currently reside.

so now this white girl from utah is going to be rockin' a leopard print, skull scarf. back off bro!

i just can't wait till nov. 1st & 2nd to wear it again. you know i'll be rockin my day of the dead skullz scarf.

spring break coma

according to wiki: (the best and only valuable source on the web)

coma is the state of unconsciousness lasting more than six hours, in which a person: cannot be awakened; fails to respond normally to painful stimuli, light or sound; lacks a normal sleep-wake cycle; and does not initiate voluntary actions.

i fell into a state of coma. spring break coma. many college students, [[especially senior college students]] suffer from this form of coma. and i am here today to say that this condition is real.

i recently suffered from spring break coma as i tried so hard to come back to reality after an amazing week in california. but i fell victim, as many students do following the days of s.b.

1. i was practically unconscious the entire day from 7 AM - 8 PM because i was so tired. (that is more than the minimum 6 hours to be declared comatose. that is 8 hours.)
2. i was not able to respond to painful stimuli such as homework, readings, and doing my hair.
3. there is absolutely  no normal sleep-wake cycle after a full week of spring break. it is all sleep.
4. there were no voluntary actions initiated besides putting on sweats and eating cadbury eggs.

let's hope for a speedy recovery. i have to wake up to graduate. which is 44 days away. but who's counting.

when i wake up, i'll tell you all about the trip. i got into disneyland for $31. and i wore a cat shirt.

so when i began doing my research on coma, i really, #honestly thought the word was acoma. but contrary to my popular belief, it is really just coma. but the word 'a' is often used in sentences with coma. for example: "i fell into acoma a coma." much like the sentence: "i fell into a dog." not the same. okay. but you get it. i am smrt. 

death by snowshoes.

fresh white powder. moonlit sky. good company. what isn't to love?

don't let the picture deceive you. i died that night. it was death by snowshoes. 

have you ever been snowshoeing?
did you know that it's the equivalent of having your legs filled with concrete and dragging them through wet sand while your sweat is instantly freezing on your forehead .

okay. so it wasn't that bad. i'm really glad that we snowshoed eight miles in the middle of the night during the dead of winter through fresh powder. 

but. i crossed it off my bucket list. and now my thighs and calves are buff.  

in all seriousness, i took a moment to catch my breath that night and experience the beauty and majesty of God's creations. i love nature. i love my friends. i don't love the cold. and i love that i can say i snowshoed eight miles. uphill. both ways. it was so worth it.

what's your hardest work out experience? have you had a better snowshoeing experience? what should my next outdoor adventure be?

my lungs are on fire.

do you remember that one girl who sang a song about being on fire.

"she's a girl and she's on fire." something like that.

well i experienced this yesterday. i'm running ragnar in june. and i decided to officially start training. hard core training. let me paint you a picture.

(please imagine Katniss Everdeen) 
As I stepped out of the door, my mind feeling good, a light breeze flowed through my loosely tied ponytail. My Asics tied with determination and my Nike Dri-FIT fitting snug, i began my journey to victory. I felt like a lion chasing a gazelle. 
For the first four steps. 
And then. 
BAM!

no more pretty picture. my thighs. my lungs. my nose. NOSE. on fire. so maybe my 'hard core' training wasn't so hard core. i barely lasted a mile. shooot. please send the buckets of water and good vibes my way. i hate being on fire.

this is really how i feel about being the girl on fire.

jayduh. the white girl.

hey. you can call me jayduh. i'm 21 years old. i love grapefruit and humus. i hate my ankles. i have sick dance moves. and i'm white. 
now that you know ALL about me, here is why i'm writing white girl. 

1. some say that i'm a dreamer. whatevs. i have a large scope of ambition. at least sometimes i think i do. i've always thought that i have been an average, mormon, white girl in utah. nothing special right. well part of this blog is to prove mostly to myself that this average white girl can accomplish above average...stuff. don't i sound educated? stuff. 
2. two. too. to document the stuff.  with a healthy dose of sass and sarcasm. here and there. 
3. and....drum roll please. the above average stuff is pretty cool. but i also think that average white girl stuff is coool. 3 o's cool. coool.  seemingly funny at times. for example. like how i've been accused of being drunk at almost every dance i've been at for the past two years. its funny. the situations. smh. 

so enjoy. lessthansymbol3, jayduh. 

the small print. you will notice that there is no capitalization. some grammar problems. abbreviations. incomplete sentences. sentences that run on and on forever because ya know what maybe i just want to write a run on sentence because i want to and maybe i just need to release some stress or i'm sassy. you might not like what you read. or you may find my ranting quite amusing. i don't know. but my point. i don't care. 98% of the day i care. give me my 2%. this white girl has got some sass. so you're just going to have to deal with it. and the extra fine print. my thoughts are my own. they do not reflect any organization or group i am apart of. thank you. also. for everyone above 26. smh stand for shake my head. you're welcome.