Me? I Want A Hula-Hoop.

Of course I couldn't go without blogging about Christmas, and this one was definitely wonderful.  Christmas Eve consisted of amazing food and family, wrapping 'til 1 a.m., laughing over (dumb) things with my big sis, and much more.  Christmas day was just as wonderful!  I was definitely spoiled.  Santa must love me.  One of my favorite gifts was being able to Skype my missionary sister who is over in Scotland (for 5 more weeks!!)  We chatted for nearly two hours.  Uh...okay, so some of us were super tired and may have drifted off at some point during our chat...but it was still just as great!  She is very much looking forward to coming home, and I suppose we are excited to have her home.  Just a little excited.  Did I mention she returns on my birthday?


 This evening, we enjoyed an adorable movie based on one of my favorite books as a child: "Flipped."  Totally cute!  I'm just a sucker for those love stories.  Afterwards, naturally, we ate some more delicious food (shrimp included! yeessss) and then the games began.  The Christmas Minute-To-Win-It games.  Boy, did we look like fools.  That was the best part!  We all had a blast joining in on tossing ping-pong balls into peanut buttered toast, moving cookies down our faces 'til they reached our mouths (ahem, I dominated that one), and balancing bolts, just to name a few.  We Migs sure know how to party.  


I'd have to say it was a successful holiday.  I am so blessed to be surrounded by such amazing people that I get to call family.  It's amazing that a year can fly by so quickly!  And what a great year it was.


Well, my wisdom teeth get yanked from my head on Monday, so I may disappear for awhile.  I mean, would anyone want to read posts about who-knows-what written while I'm heavily medicated?  You're right.  That could be pretty funny...

Messy Rooms and Creative Minds

The fact of the matter is, I simply cannot keep my bedroom "mom clean" for over a week.  In my defense, it's not like I haven't tried.  I truly do like being clean!  It drives me nuts when my room is a disaster!  So, why can't it just stay put together everyday instead of falling apart within 24 hours?  The world may never know.  However, to the unskilled eye, my room may appear simply hectic.  But to me, it's actually fairly organized.  One may not believe that I could find anything in my mess of a room, but one would be wrong.  It's just because THEY are not familiar with my method of organization...But why would they need to be rummaging through my personal belongings anyway?  I know where things are, and that's all that matters.  In every other aspect of my life, I prefer order, such as with my schoolwork.  Would you believe that I actually alphabetize my DVD's and color-coordinate my closet?  So why is it that my bedroom does not reflect such order?  Perhaps it's a sort of security, because I know no other indivdual would be able to locate anything in there.  Here's an interesting thought: maybe it's my creativty leaking through in the form of mass disorder.  Let me explain...

"Having a messy room should not classify a person strictly as scatterbrained. They say
that people who have creative minds often have “messy” rooms. The layout of possessions in one’s room may very well reflect one’s inner mind. If someone often thinks “outside of the box” and in ways that are uncommon and not traditional, his room is often not organized with a traditional filing cabinet method."

-In Defense of Messy Rooms by Kevin Jefferson

So which is it?  Am I merely scatterbrained or is my messy room an outlet for my over-flowing creativity?  I'm gonna stick with creativity.

To England Or Not To England?

On Monday, I was presented with a once in lifetime opportunity -- to perform in England for a whole month this summer.  Excuse me?!  Act in England?!  Things like this don't just happen!  In July '11, I would venture to England with five other people to perform at an estate that looks like it's right out of a Jane Austen book.  We would live in the Northampton campus dorms and receive six college credits.  Not only would we be able to travel to surrounding cities in England, but also to Paris, Italy, and Scotland!  I feel a pro/con list coming on.


Pros:
-Once in a lifetime experience (especially because it's perhaps the last year they're ever going)
-College credit
-Integrated in culture, not just tourists
-Um, hello? Acting in England!


Cons:
-Money.  Lots of it.
-Yep, it's basically just money that falls under the con list.  However, I could possibly get financial aid through the Study Abroad program and sponsors as well.


This decision is eating me up.  Do I take a risk, despite the money, and live in ol' England for a month?  Or do I consider other opportunities available, such as a paid internship in Hawaii for three months?  Decisions, decisions...

My Perfect Imperfections

"My Perfect Imperfections" is a tag that is circulating around Youtube.  Since I don't have a Youtube account, I thought it would be a fun thing to blog about.


Everyone has things that they dislike about themselves, but it's important to remember the quirky things that make you YOU.  This tag is all about embracing who you are.  How it works is you list five things that you dislike about yourself and five things that make you unique.  So let's begin, shall we?


Dislikes:
1. The squiggly vains beneath my eyes that no amount of makeup will cover...they make me feel (and look) like a zombie.
2.  My forehead. Or more appropriately named, my fivehead.  Not only do I feel that it's rather large, but my baby hairs are blonde and give the illusion of a receding hairline...haha.
3.  I've come to the realization I will never have abs.  Probably due to the fact that I don't put much effort into them, but that's beside the point...
4.  My oily skin.  Nothing cooperates with oily skin!
5.  My nose.  I feel like my profile is very witch-esque.  Pointy nose, pointy chin!  Aren't noses weird? 


Likes: 
1.  My eyes.  I used to highly dislike my eyes because I felt like a deer in the headlights, but I've learned to embrace my large green eyes!  
2.  My oily skin.  Yes, it's a pain in the butt, but I'd prefer it over dry skin.  Supposedly oily skin is less prone to premature wrinkles.  What's not to love about that!  I also get a lot of compliments on how soft my skin is.  Thank you, Johnson's Baby Lotion.
3.  My dimples.  Did you know dimples are actually a muscle deformation?  I don't know why I like my dimples.  How many times can I say dimples in one sentence? Dimples.  Dimples!
4.  Despite the fact that I can do some crazy things with my feet, I feel that I was blessed with decent looking toes.  That are desperately in need of some nail polish.
5.  My sarcasm.  Though it can sometimes get me into trouble, my humor and sarcasm are what defines my personality.  


So here's what we've learned.  It's a darn good thing we're all unique because this world would be a dull place without diversity.  Agreed?  E.E. Cummings once said, "It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are."  I've realized, especially in the last two years or so, how important it is to truly embrace who you are, fivehead and all.  You can't change it, so why not love it?


I now challenge you to the Perfect Imperfections tag.  Discover what it is you really adore about yourself.  Ready? Go!

My Soul Hungered

Today was I was blessed to have a fantastic Sacrament meeting in my young single adult ward.  It was the Christmas concert put on by our wonderfully talented ward choir.  My entire life, I've felt that music possesses the power to touch me more than anything else and has the ability to say things better than I ever could with my own words.  Christmas music is just so magical!  How can you not be moved by the lyrics of each one?  A girl by the the name of Sister Anderson gave an angelic performance of "Breath of Heaven."  I think I sat completely still the entire song and got chills numerous times.  I simply love music!


While we are talking about music, I'd like to share an excerpt from one of my favorite songs right now titled, "You Give Me  Hope" by Between The Trees (a band I highly recommend.)  


"I look at your smiling face, 
You're so weak, yet you have such strength, 
You take a glance around this place, 
You make the best of everything 

You give me hope, in spite of everything, 
You show me love, even with so much pain 
So I'll take this life and live like I was given another try 

We laugh, we cry 
Sometimes we're broken and we don't know why, 
I'm tired and I lose my way, 
you help me find faith,  

You give me hope, in spite of everything, 
You show me love, even with so much pain..." 


I'm reminded of all those people in my life who are such an example of strength and remind me that we all feel broken and lost in our lives every now and then.  Those people that conquer the darkness and prove their strength; those that smile despite their pain...those are the people I look up to.


I'm so grateful that I'm a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, and that I had the wonderful opportunity to feel my Father's spirit through song today.  

Goin' To College To Get More Knowledge

Ya know, college is a funny thing.  It's a very lonely place.  I can recall many dreary shuttle rides, gasping for fresh air due to the fact that the weight limit was passed sixteen people ago and the kid next to me didn't brush his teeth. Or his underarms. Or both.  I can remember the first snowfall when my cheap-o shoes soaked through to my socks and toes.


 In college, the the first thing you notice about a guy is his ring finger.  It doesn't matter if you dress cute to impress the fella's anyway...there's 500 other girls in class to choose from.  You rarely sit with your friends at lunch like the good ol' days. If you're like me, lunch usually consists of Wheat Thins and a PB&J from home 'cause you're too cheap to visit the Quickstop. 


 You realize that the only thing in life you really succeed at is procrastination.  You realize that 8:30 a.m. is waaay too early and morning classes should be avoided like the plague, and that 2:30 a.m. is decent bedtime (which is probably why the morning classes are so dreadful.) You realize (well, at least I did) that High School really wasn't so bad and was a piece of red velvet cake.  You realize that your life will never be the same again. 


People told me I would meet tons of new people and have amazing experiences in college.  The people I met at the beginning of the year are strangers to me now.  And I guess the crazy-awesome experiences were lost somewhere on the way-too-full shuttle, because the most amazing thing that's happened is me simply surviving my first semester of Freshman year...  

Hear Me Now

It's true.  I've given in to the blogging world.  It's something I've been considering for quite some time now, but who would want to read my irrelevant thoughts about everyday life, right?  Well, for those of you who are interested, here my thoughts will be.  I'll do my best to stay committed to this little bloggy blog.
Let's start with an introduction.  My name is Kensie Migliori.  I could write a book about sarcasm, eat fruit and peanut butter for every meal, and quote "She's The Man" word for word. I swim in my own little world of music, family, fun facts, friends, purple bubbles, and chocolate.  Welcome to my blog!