I was a Sophomore in college at Brigham Young University Idaho. I am loving living with my beautiful roommate/best friend Leisa Marino. I lived with four other ladies as well: Dianna, an adorable freshman with the cutest personality, Jessica, my super-senior roommate from Spring semester, another new freshman named Whitney, who, because she has family in town, I have not really gotten to know very well yet, and Lauren, one of my best friends from Fall semester last year (2009).
I absolutely am LOVING being back in Rexburg. It feels like I never left. I have been to the temple once and am committed to going more often this semester than last semester. Also, I decided to be better about attending devotional this semester as well! I am committed to growing spiritually this semester!
I got caught up with an old friend (Alex Mitchell) today and am very excited about spending the semester reconnecting with him!!! Also, I have been bonding with Jessica, Leisa, and Dianna all day today and am lovinggggg it! There is something about new roommates that I just love. It's like you know you are going to be practically family so that beginning awkward phase of the friendship is basically nonexistent. [I will try to get a roommate picture up really soon!!]
I audition tomorrow for the Symphony Band here at the University and am REALLY hoping I can get in! Wish me luck!
As much as I love college, I really wish classes weren't starting in two days...I would love to have a few more days of roommate bonding/relaxing/loving life. Ohhh well, I guess I will get over it.
Another thing I am liking about being a Sophomore is that I am comfortable with my group of friends. Last year as a freshman I felt like making friends was a top priority, so this semester while I am always open to making new friends, I am willing to just let things happen how they happen :)
Anyways, I am being rude to my friend Kristin who came to visit Leis and I by ignoring her, so I am gonna end now! More updates to come! Love you all!
The random babblings, thoughts, and ideas of me.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Plain Jane
My life is uncommonly normal. I have never broken a bone. I have had the same favorite color for most of my life. I have brown hair and brown eyes. Sweatpants are one of my favorite items of clothing. I look the same in my baby pictures as I do now, over eighteen years later--bangs and all. In fact, just last night, my friend told me straight out that I have looked the same since I moved here almost eight years ago! [pictures first: big sister Aubrey Holyoak Johnson and I. Second: Me with my best friend Leisa Marino] Regardless, I am a very average girl.
One thing I am so grateful for is the ordinariness of my life. My family is rock-solid. I am always cracking jokes to my friends that I constantly wait for some tragedy to hit my family because things always seem so good. Basiclly, I have a sitcom family. Most of the conversations held in our house consist of loads of laughter. I have great friends. I love my religion with all my heart. I look at the trials and struggles some others have to go through in their lives and I am so grateful that my life is boring in comparison. I have had my own personal trials, of course. My mom always told me that being a teenager is hard, and it is hard, but as I get older and closer to leaving the life of a teenager, I can see that any struggles I have had have really been miniscule. I don't know why my life has been basically easy so far. Maybe it's because of the righteousness of my parents or maybe it's because my life trials are further ahead in my future. I don't think it is because of my works especially. I am definitely an imperfect being. I know I have offended many people; I have made choices I am not proud of; I struggle with things that are easy for most people to overcome. I mean, I want to say I try my best, but I know I can be better.
One thing I am so grateful for is the ordinariness of my life. My family is rock-solid. I am always cracking jokes to my friends that I constantly wait for some tragedy to hit my family because things always seem so good. Basiclly, I have a sitcom family. Most of the conversations held in our house consist of loads of laughter. I have great friends. I love my religion with all my heart. I look at the trials and struggles some others have to go through in their lives and I am so grateful that my life is boring in comparison. I have had my own personal trials, of course. My mom always told me that being a teenager is hard, and it is hard, but as I get older and closer to leaving the life of a teenager, I can see that any struggles I have had have really been miniscule. I don't know why my life has been basically easy so far. Maybe it's because of the righteousness of my parents or maybe it's because my life trials are further ahead in my future. I don't think it is because of my works especially. I am definitely an imperfect being. I know I have offended many people; I have made choices I am not proud of; I struggle with things that are easy for most people to overcome. I mean, I want to say I try my best, but I know I can be better. Thank goodness I have the gospel to rely on whenever I do have my mini-trials or times I feel depressed or let down. I know that Christ and Heavenly Father love me. I know that my family will always be there for me regardless of what happens. I am so grateful for the challeges presented in my daily life that allow me to progress and learn. If not for those I would be at a spiritual stand-still.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
I, Lacey,
will be posting a blog shortly.
Now is not the time.
I will be retaining it mentally until I feel appropriate. [or have enough time to post]
Goodnight!
Now is not the time.
I will be retaining it mentally until I feel appropriate. [or have enough time to post]
Goodnight!
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Reunited and it feels so good!
I AM HOME! 
Back in Montana. I have been home for around five hours now and I already miss Rexburg...BUT, I am SO happy to be back in Montana for a few weeks!
Back in Montana. I have been home for around five hours now and I already miss Rexburg...BUT, I am SO happy to be back in Montana for a few weeks! People at school always assumed I am such a hardcore groupie for Montana because I've lived here my whole life. FALSE!
I was born in Topeka, Kansas. Home of the Sunflowers. 
I lived there until I was seven then we moved to Spokane, Washington. Home of a million Ponderosa Pine Trees (We had over thirty in our backyard alone). I lived there until I was eleven. 
I lived there until I was seven then we moved to Spokane, Washington. Home of a million Ponderosa Pine Trees (We had over thirty in our backyard alone). I lived there until I was eleven. So you see, I have only lived in Montana for around eight years now!
What makes Montana so great though? Welllllll,
Incredible Views! (Yellowstone & Glacier)
The Montana Grizzlies! (of COURSE)
Small-town feeling! (People are so nice here...generally)
Big Sky Country! (Canoeing, Floating, Rock Climbing, Cliff Jumping, White Water Rafting, Hiking, Kayaking, etc)
The WEATHER. (It doesn't get humid!!! Only DRY! YAY)
Montana is just so great! It's home!
P.s. I got a haircut! Love that feeling! 
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Lovin' Life
One more final and I am finished. Officially a sophomore in college! Time flies.
I have had a wonderful run in Apartment #213 this semester and am excited to come back for another great semester in the fall!
I was so blessed to end up with the roommates I did this semester. Each one of them is hilarious, caring, and beautiful! I love meeting people that I know I am going to keep in touch with and that love me! There is no better feeling than making new friends.
Anyways, Rexburg, it's been real and I'll see ya in seven weeks!
Love, Lacey
I have had a wonderful run in Apartment #213 this semester and am excited to come back for another great semester in the fall!
I was so blessed to end up with the roommates I did this semester. Each one of them is hilarious, caring, and beautiful! I love meeting people that I know I am going to keep in touch with and that love me! There is no better feeling than making new friends.
Anyways, Rexburg, it's been real and I'll see ya in seven weeks!
Love, Lacey
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Cursed Clumsiness
Okay ya'll, since I have more homework and finals due this week than I have had all semester, it's blog time! Procrastination nation here in Apartment #213!
This semester I have found a new love for caving. You may ask, what is this caving? Well, just what it sounds like- walking around aimlessly in caves! My favorite place is the ice caves about twenty miles outside of Rexburg. I have been to probably six caves this semester and loved them all...except maybe one.
On the night of June 4th (just a guess), my friends and I decided to head up to the ice caves for yet another adventure! We decided to hit up these ice caves that not very many people know of and thanks to the directions from my wonderful brother-in-law we knew where we were going!
It started out like a normal ice cave venture: off-roading in the mud, Cindy being flung around like a rag doll, the bumps causing all of us to have to pee, then TA-DA! There we were! We hiked down into the caves (stupidly I had decided to wear my Chucks, which have NO traction) and as usual our chivalrous men were a mile ahead of us doing their exploring thing :)
The floor was not as smooth as the other ice cave I had been to (this probably because not very many go there). We got to the end and somehow I ended up across the cave from my friends next to this sort of ice ramp. I don't really remember quite HOW I slipped, but I ate ice and I ate it HARD. I did one of those falls you see in cartoons! You know, when the cartoon runs into a glass door and slowly slides down as if gravity has lost some of its pull while time seems to stop? Yes. It happened. Thank goodness my glasses didn't break! They only decided to cut my face! Which I am actually very grateful for. It my glasses would have broken I would have gone blind for a while.
Only Tyson saw my fall so I laid on the ice expecting someone to come help me. *silence* Nothing.
I figured I could lay on the ice and make a big deal out of my throbbing cheeckbone/entire face, or I could get up and walk out. So I stood up. While we were walking out everyone started to comment on how huge my face was getting. It basically looked like I had an extra nose growing out of my left cheekbone. So someone handed me a chunk of ice and we walked out of the cave....and went and explored another one. Obviously my looking like a chipmunk in pain wasn't enough to go back to Rexburg and call it a night, so I played along. I mean, I couldn't rewind time and stop the fall so I might as well enjoy the rest of my night instead of taking it personal. (I did let my friends know that I thought they were the worst friends ever....but I was mostly joking)
I could feel my face throbbing as we drove back to Rexburg and knew I was going to have a nice shiner the next morning. Cindy spent the night that night. Waking up the next morning was almost unbearable! I looked in the mirror and wanted to cry! I looked like I had gotten in a horrible bar fight and been owned.
I walked to class embarrassed for the first day and then started to have some fun with it. You see, kids, LDS ones especially, have been raised to be very polite and while they would look at me and do a double take, none of them would actually ask me what happened for the first few days. (Also thanks to my glasses it wasn't as noticeable) My roommates and I brainstormed.
I told everyone I was a victim of domestic violence. My roommates told people I had gone to the rodeo and been selected to ride a bull and gotten kicked in the face. I told my bishop my roommate hit me. It was wonderful.
It took three weeks but my face is BACK TO NORMAL! Hooray! And life goes on!
Alright, time to focus!
This semester I have found a new love for caving. You may ask, what is this caving? Well, just what it sounds like- walking around aimlessly in caves! My favorite place is the ice caves about twenty miles outside of Rexburg. I have been to probably six caves this semester and loved them all...except maybe one.
On the night of June 4th (just a guess), my friends and I decided to head up to the ice caves for yet another adventure! We decided to hit up these ice caves that not very many people know of and thanks to the directions from my wonderful brother-in-law we knew where we were going!
It started out like a normal ice cave venture: off-roading in the mud, Cindy being flung around like a rag doll, the bumps causing all of us to have to pee, then TA-DA! There we were! We hiked down into the caves (stupidly I had decided to wear my Chucks, which have NO traction) and as usual our chivalrous men were a mile ahead of us doing their exploring thing :)
The floor was not as smooth as the other ice cave I had been to (this probably because not very many go there). We got to the end and somehow I ended up across the cave from my friends next to this sort of ice ramp. I don't really remember quite HOW I slipped, but I ate ice and I ate it HARD. I did one of those falls you see in cartoons! You know, when the cartoon runs into a glass door and slowly slides down as if gravity has lost some of its pull while time seems to stop? Yes. It happened. Thank goodness my glasses didn't break! They only decided to cut my face! Which I am actually very grateful for. It my glasses would have broken I would have gone blind for a while.
Only Tyson saw my fall so I laid on the ice expecting someone to come help me. *silence* Nothing.
I figured I could lay on the ice and make a big deal out of my throbbing cheeckbone/entire face, or I could get up and walk out. So I stood up. While we were walking out everyone started to comment on how huge my face was getting. It basically looked like I had an extra nose growing out of my left cheekbone. So someone handed me a chunk of ice and we walked out of the cave....and went and explored another one. Obviously my looking like a chipmunk in pain wasn't enough to go back to Rexburg and call it a night, so I played along. I mean, I couldn't rewind time and stop the fall so I might as well enjoy the rest of my night instead of taking it personal. (I did let my friends know that I thought they were the worst friends ever....but I was mostly joking)
I could feel my face throbbing as we drove back to Rexburg and knew I was going to have a nice shiner the next morning. Cindy spent the night that night. Waking up the next morning was almost unbearable! I looked in the mirror and wanted to cry! I looked like I had gotten in a horrible bar fight and been owned.
I walked to class embarrassed for the first day and then started to have some fun with it. You see, kids, LDS ones especially, have been raised to be very polite and while they would look at me and do a double take, none of them would actually ask me what happened for the first few days. (Also thanks to my glasses it wasn't as noticeable) My roommates and I brainstormed.
I told everyone I was a victim of domestic violence. My roommates told people I had gone to the rodeo and been selected to ride a bull and gotten kicked in the face. I told my bishop my roommate hit me. It was wonderful.
It took three weeks but my face is BACK TO NORMAL! Hooray! And life goes on!
Alright, time to focus!
Monday, July 12, 2010
Making Musical Sense
I have so many things I need to write about! I am such a slacker!! In my defense, it is the last week before finals and all my teachers decided to start a 'who can give Lacey the most homework' competition. As of right now, my BOM teacher is winning. Lucky me.
I'll write about my black eye, concerts, and my visit from mommy some other time (probably after school's out) but right now I want to talk about one of my main loves: Music.
For my Musicianship (theory/aural training) class I had to compose a short piece. I sat down today in the music tech lab at a piano and my mind nearly exploded. The possibilities were endless!!
A piano has 88 keys, 15 major scales, 45 minor scales, 7 modes, and many more augmented and diminished keys. How in the WORLD was I supposed to put together that would make musical sense? I couldn't sit on the piano bench pondering this question until my piece was due on Friday so I kicked it into gear.
Step One: I got a composing buddy. In this case it was my beautiful cellist friend Brennan! I am by nature a semi-competitive person. Makes perfect sense, eh? Okay, here's what I mean by that- If you throw me onto a sports team (excluding floor hockey and sometimes volleyball), I am more than happy to let everyone else play aggressive while I run around pointlessly, but when I workout or do something I am good at, I like to have somebody to work with and to keep me motivated.
Step Two: Procrastination. Everyone knows the best music comes to you when you procrastinate....NOT! I sat on that piano bench noodling for probably fifteen minutes trying to find something I liked. I thought about doing a piece with choral voicing. Then I decided I wanted to do an upbeat latin jam in keyboard voicing.
Step Three: Just Do It (courtesy of Nike.) I finally decided I wanted to write my piece in a minor key. I love the minor sound in music, plus I decided that I was so stressed from homework that in order to get my feelings on paper, minor was necessary.
I sat down and the notes just started to flow.
Love when that happens.
Regardless it is a very short piece. Mine ended up being only fourteen measures, but I am proud of it.
Step Four: Don't Push It. Because my piece was for a class, there were many musical rules, chords, and non harmonic tones (basically a bunch of extra hoo-ha) I had to follow. I was struggling getting the last few measures so I put it away for a while. Frustration doesn't really aid in writing music when you are trying to write a whimsical piece.
Step Five: Breathe. Play. Smile.
I played for some people in the music tech room and received some great feedback. I fixed my visible mistakes and then decided to go home. When I got home I decided to play for my roommates. What a wonderful choice. They were ALL compliments. Gotta love when none of your roommates are music majors and just think you are incredible :)
Ended my evening on a good note.
Now bring on night time and Education, BOM, and Choral/Vocal Methods homework!!
I'll write about my black eye, concerts, and my visit from mommy some other time (probably after school's out) but right now I want to talk about one of my main loves: Music.
For my Musicianship (theory/aural training) class I had to compose a short piece. I sat down today in the music tech lab at a piano and my mind nearly exploded. The possibilities were endless!!
A piano has 88 keys, 15 major scales, 45 minor scales, 7 modes, and many more augmented and diminished keys. How in the WORLD was I supposed to put together that would make musical sense? I couldn't sit on the piano bench pondering this question until my piece was due on Friday so I kicked it into gear.
Step One: I got a composing buddy. In this case it was my beautiful cellist friend Brennan! I am by nature a semi-competitive person. Makes perfect sense, eh? Okay, here's what I mean by that- If you throw me onto a sports team (excluding floor hockey and sometimes volleyball), I am more than happy to let everyone else play aggressive while I run around pointlessly, but when I workout or do something I am good at, I like to have somebody to work with and to keep me motivated.
Step Two: Procrastination. Everyone knows the best music comes to you when you procrastinate....NOT! I sat on that piano bench noodling for probably fifteen minutes trying to find something I liked. I thought about doing a piece with choral voicing. Then I decided I wanted to do an upbeat latin jam in keyboard voicing.
Step Three: Just Do It (courtesy of Nike.) I finally decided I wanted to write my piece in a minor key. I love the minor sound in music, plus I decided that I was so stressed from homework that in order to get my feelings on paper, minor was necessary.
I sat down and the notes just started to flow.
Love when that happens.
Regardless it is a very short piece. Mine ended up being only fourteen measures, but I am proud of it.
Step Four: Don't Push It. Because my piece was for a class, there were many musical rules, chords, and non harmonic tones (basically a bunch of extra hoo-ha) I had to follow. I was struggling getting the last few measures so I put it away for a while. Frustration doesn't really aid in writing music when you are trying to write a whimsical piece.
Step Five: Breathe. Play. Smile.
I played for some people in the music tech room and received some great feedback. I fixed my visible mistakes and then decided to go home. When I got home I decided to play for my roommates. What a wonderful choice. They were ALL compliments. Gotta love when none of your roommates are music majors and just think you are incredible :)
Ended my evening on a good note.
Now bring on night time and Education, BOM, and Choral/Vocal Methods homework!!
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