I'm going to start by explaining the web address to this blog. "Callmekirk." My middle name is Kirksel and my best friend/roommate, Beth, can't get herself to call me "linds," a typical nickname for Lindsay. She's never been able to call me linds, ever. And probably never will. But she wanted a nickname for me. So sometime she just decided to call me "kirk." I've had a few people call me variations of "Kirksel" but Beth calls me Kirk more than Lindsay now. And in the fall we're going to see how many people we can get to start calling me Kirk. So, call me Kirk. :)
This past weekend was great. I spent Saturday with my bff, Beth. We watched conference and then went up to Salt Lake for the afternoon session--so great. I think every person needs to hear Elder Holland's talk and take it to heart--I wish he would've given it 3 years ago. :) Then we raced out of conference and hopped on Trax to meet my daddy. My sister and her boy went to Moab for the weekend and the rest of the fam went to Washington to visit my mom's family. So he picked us up and we dropped him off at my grandma's house, changed clothes, and left. Where were we going? Good question. This wonderful place off of Highland drive called Tru Talent Management. Story:
Friday, March 26. Target. American Fork. There we were, my Beth and I, looking at purses on clearance. Here comes these two random girls. "K, two questions. First, where did you get your shoes!?" (White, peep-toed pumps with about 5 inches of heel..my mom hates them.) Me: "Uh..Charlotte Russe.." Girl: "Well I love them. Second, are you a model?" "Uh...no.." She then went on to try and recruit me as a model/actress to be represented by TruTalent Management. Not so much my thing at this point but whatever, gave her my number and didn't really think anything of it after that. Until they called me the next day. Great. They wanted me to come in for an audition but I never called them back and figured that was the end. Oh no, they called again the next week. I explained that I'll be moving to Florida so there wasn't really a point. They still insisted I come in. Not sure why they wanted me to audition so bad but it didn't cost anything and would make a funny story so I dragged Beth along with me. I figured if I went in maybe they'd stop bugging me when they realized I really didn't do the whole acting/modeling thing. We get to this place and I fill out this form that I don't even know half of the answers too and just didn't fill out half of it. After a little while they called us back and I met with this guy named James. He was a funny guy. Very honest, very blunt, very interesting guy. But definitely very legit and serious about what he did. And, as Beth will confirm, his furniture was cool but so dusty and nasty. Gross. I really had no idea what I was doing there and he couldn't really figure out why I was there either since I had little experience, didn't really know what I wanted to do, and was leaving. But he had me do a cold read to see if I had any acting ability at all (he was very surprised I guess and threw up his hands and said "wow, you can act!") and then started talking to me about all this stuff from Glee to Budweiser girl. And kept saying that they want to represent me so I would make money and he could sit on his butt and make money. Weird? Yes. It ended pretty quick as he said, "Well, you're an actress and look like a model so call me when you get back from Florida." Uh...ok? He gave me his card. And we left.So after that lovely experience we hung out at my grandma's house where we tried to watch a movie but ended up being attacked by a number of little boys and gave up. I'm still angry that Duke won. I hope Butler pulls off the win. We'll see. We then went to a lovely ice cream party at Mike Lee's house--my dad is his communications director for his campaign so we went and admired their lovely kitchen while a crew of people tried to figure out the WiFi password which was about 27 letters long..yeah they never got it. One thing I've found with those events..all of the guys are either way too young or way too old...it's a problem. After we dropped Beth off we went home and it was weird with only me and my dad at the house. But I enjoyed having ESPN rather than the limited, not-so-great channels we get on lovely BYU cable. For Easter we made roast and potatoes and oh it was such a great dinner. And with there only being two of us, there was a lot of leftovers meaning food for me to take home. :) I took my daddy to the airport and then drove back to Provo.
Last night I stayed up trying to figure out and register for my classes for the fall. It is the most miserable, frustrating process. I don't know why BYU doesn't get smarter and change it. But I went to bed with the awful thought that starting August 30 I will have class from 9:30am to 7pm every Monday. Did someone say miserable? I think I just did. Luckily there will be no science or economics in that schedule.
Last full week of class. I can do it.
21 days to Florida.
Outside my window: way too much snow on the mountains for it to be April. But between the clouds, a little bit of promising blue sky..
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