Remember me?

To make up for my lack of writing, I'll give a little overview.

I've been called to serve in the Minnesota Minneapolis Mission speaking English. I go into the MTC on June 1st. I'm really excited!

Tomorrow, I'll be flying home for the weekend. I'll be going through the Mesa Temple to receive my endowments. Now I'm scared. Scared for the unkown.

I got my first A on a test since being up here at BYU. It was on my Petrology Test, and I even got an email from my professor telling me that I did a good job and thanked me for my participation in class. I actually like my igneous and metamorphic petrology class. It's really interesting.

This weekend I'll also be running 20 miles to prepare me for my marathon that i'll be running on the 16 of April up in Salt Lake City. Yes, I know I'm crazy.

In two weekends I'll be missing my best friends bridal shower that I'm putting on just so I can go on my Petrology fieldtrip from 8am to 10pm. She is going to get married on April 29th in the Saint George Temple and then a reception in Las Vegas.

Basically, all my weekends in April are gone.

One last note for that Special someone who encouraged me to write tonight, I'm not going on my mission because I've met my future husband.

Those that have the desire to serve God, are called to do the work.

My papers went in this last Monday (February 7). I am supposed to know where I will be serving in about a week and a half or in just six days. It is highly doubtful that I will be able to get my application in the stack that the General Authorities will go through today, but there is still a chance. My Stake President said that I could call him on Monday so he can check on what my application is doing (whether it is in transit (Mail) or still needs to be decided). So I'm elated! I can't wait to find out where I will be for the next year and a half. I wrote that I'm available half way through May...
I've been spreading the word up here at BYU to all my friends/acquaintances. One of the most annoying questions that has been brought up about 97% of the time is "So where do you want to go?" I hate this question. I want to go where the Lord sends me, not somewhere that is pretty or has nice weather. If my call sends me to Mongolia (The most extreme place on Earth in my opinion; both hot and cold) then I will love that country. Sure, going somewhere like Hawaii, would be fun, but I want to focus more on spreading the word than looking out at the ocean. I've always wanted to travel (In America and out). I looked into the Young Ambassadors program that was going to China. I always looked through the study abroad catalog that my Mother (a HS teacher) would get in the mail. I'd plan out my trips, to sight see, to experience, to be cultured. One of these days, I will go, but not in the next two years. And so, please do not ask me where I want or don't want to go. You will get a sarcastic comment back if you do.
With that said, Where do you think I will go? I do not have any language experience except English and I do not currently have a passport.

Public Decency

On Thursday, I had the joy of watching a couple cling to each other while I was trying to muck my way through reading a rather boring section of my Natural Hazards book online. They were positioned so that I could only see the boy but the girl was sitting next to him. This also happened to be exactly inline with my computer screen; I just had to lift my eyes to witness the scene. Even worse, I didn't even have to look at them to know what they were doing sometimes. Occasionally, as I glared at the inconsiderate couple, the girl would look up at me and I would look away quickly. It was just too awkward. Here I am reading text that is hard to understand in my dense mind and these two are all over each other. (Okay, not exactly all over, but they weren't studying much. Enough to annoy but not enough to kick them out.) Finally, after an hour of this (not much homework was done), the girl I suppose had to go to class. It took about five minutes to say goodbye, and she clung to him like an ape to a banana or like there was no tomorrow. For heaven sakes! They probably see each other for 6+ hours at night. Heaven forbid that they should be apart for an hour or two. I almost barfed with this display. Some might say I'm jealous, I don't think so, but if I was, I know for a fact I would not be this sappy in public AND in a designated study area. Here's some advice, find some dark corner away from students gaining knowledge and "study" there with your significant other. By the way, you disgust me.
Oh and if you wanted to know, I passed all my classes last semester. Hallelujah! I may have scraped through Calculus (Bombed my final) and Mineralogy (just above average final), but I've come to realized that there has to be average people to make the special kids look good. I have a purpose in this world (this is not a pity statement). Have a great day!

My Last Will and Testement.

This is the last week of my excruciating and dismal semester. Schedule: Monday 11-2: Mineralogy, Tuesday 7-10pm: Calculus 2, Wednesday 11-2: Geologic communications, and Wednesday night: Doctrine and Covenants. Three days. Three days and then I'll be done. I just wish that my hardest tests were not the first two days. I have hardly studied for them, and am scared to death to take them since, specially my mineralogy grade is riding on their finals. But I've come to realization that if I must retake the class then I will do so next year (only offered in the Fall). I don't deserve a good grade in Mineralogy, I now know I could have done more and studied harder during the semester, but my attention came too late to save my grade. And now I will pay the price for my stupidity.
On a good note, both my Home Teachers and Visiting teachers are going to bring me cheer-me-up sweets this week. I asked for brownies tomorrow night since that will be my most depressed night. My visiting teachie, doesn't go to school, but she is having a rough time right now, and so she said that her favorite sweet treat was something chocolate from Cocoa Bean Cupcake Cafe. It's costly for such a small cupcake, but the Mexican Chocolate (shown Left) looks simply delightful.
Another delightfully sweet thing in my life right now, is a man named Austin. Before you get too excited, he is not my boyfriend. Far from that actually. He happens to be my co-worker for TA'ing Doctrine and Covenants and Marriage Prep classes. I promised him that I would put him a favorable light so let's see if I can be nice for once. He's introduced me some things like Brandon Flowers which now happens to be one of my favorite musical artists. And apparently, up in Salt Lake City, you can take curling lessons for nine dollars a person. It's fun or so I've been told. He and a few friends threw a "Roktoberfest" at the end of October, sadly I did not go, but the next day I heard and saw all about it. I was bummed out since it sounded like a ton of fun. They had chicken catching, and flip cup contests. I was too cowardly to go by myself, and because of that, I missed out on a night to remember. Oh well. And so, I felt that today I would write about him since he has helped get through my hum drum life and put a smile on my face more than once this semester. Thanks. This is a picture of him from Thanksgiving this year. He came down the stairs with his Mexi-stach where his Mother promptly told him to go back upstairs or else he will give his grandmother a heart attack if she saw him like that. Or at least that is what I thought he said. Was that nice enough?

Yo. Wass up?

Let's visualize this scenario.

Two people, who are acquaintances or somewhat friends, are walking from two different directions and will intersect at some point. At this point they recognize each other and know that they must say something. Each says "Hi. How are you?" and then they are both on their merry ways and didn't even hear the response to their greeting.

I don't understand this new cultural greeting. If you didn't want to hear how I was, then why did you ask me? My bishop today was going around and I noticed that he really wasn't building off the question just merry saying hello with some extra baggage. So when he came to me he said the exact same thing that he said to everyone else, I didn't answer him. And what did he do? just moved on to my roommate not even missing a beat. My roommate then leaned over afterwards and asked why I didn't answer him. We then had a conversation in hushed tones about polite social greetings and why we say what we say. I'm pretty sure that fifty years ago, where people were polite and life moved more slowly, that they didn't ask anything that they didn't want to hear the answer to. People actually stopped and listened to how your life was going instead of just ignoring you and walking past.

Today, it may be cultural, but so is eating 27 hot dogs in 3 minutes, eating disorders, and an odd fetish with duct tape. We are a waning population that uses niceties. What happened to geniality in our lives? When you find it, please tell me where it is.

Daddy's Little Girl

I just talk with a boy that asked if I was a Daddies Girl. I replied somewhat defensively as since I believed him to be teasing me. This was my reply (it was a text) "Yes, my dad took time out of his busy life to do things with me. Like teaching me how to work, train hunting, going to DQ when all the other kids were at mutual and scouts. And probably when I get married he will cry. So Yes, I am my daddy's little girl. And I love him." He replied that he figured since the way that I act and talk would imply that I am. This thoroughly confused me since I didn't know I had a neon sign above my head telling the world that I'm well cared for by my parents.
I have lived a sheltered life, i've realized. Both my parent's loved me and didn't abuse me in anyway. They gave me a clean, safe, and healthy home to hide in when my teenage years were depressing and insulting. I have no idea how people, who don't have these blessings, survived the rough sea of middle/high school. I hated those years, but because of my parent's love, I did not take the wrong path which I would later regret. I am now here, in Mormonville, where I assume everyone has had the sheltered childhood like me when growing up.

This boy whom I was talking to, however did not. He was angry at his father for always looking down on him, and his mother had very strict controlling rules. As since then, he patched up his relationship with his mother, who he calls by her first name, but his father's relationship is still a mess. I feel for this poor fellow. It's not that his parent's weren't bad, he just didn't receive what I had the blessing to receive. Honestly, I don't know how he got out of his low-mormon community without a tattoo, drug or alcohol use. Maybe he did, and I just don't know it, but obviously he has since repented because he is now attending BYU and has a temple recommend (I think). He must have a very strong spirit. I'm impressed.

So Thank you Dad (And mom) for waking me up early on Saturdays to go work at the church farm, to weed gardens, to plant corn, or to mow lawns. To taking me out late at night to chase trains. And to open up your busy work and church schedule to do some dirty business with me when I was all alone while growing up (everyone else had scouts/mutual/etc.). Letting me snuggle with you while watching sports or John Wayne marathons on the tv. Taking me with you to your agriculture classes at the Aravaipa Campus. And for making me learn the proper way to collect pecan samples even when trying to beat the Shakers. Thank you Dad. You have taught me what to look for in a husband. I want my kids to have the same opportunity to have a loving and protective father like I had.

I love you Dad.

Just Say Hi Today

Today has not been the best day of my life.
It all started last night, when I was a little low on life because of internal conflict. Usually when I get some sleep I'm much better in the morning. Apparently this did not happen. I woke up to go running with Kayla, to find her on the couch just barely waking up (there was a big moth in her room last night at about 1:30, and she couldn't sleep with it in there with her). So no running(9th day straight). I debated to go running by myself but thought against it since it was dark and we girls are encouraged to not go out by ourselves. So I slept in till 7:30.
Even waking up the second time I wasn't my normal perky self. As I was getting ready, I was mad at myself because I put some homework off till the morning thinking it would be small. It wasn't. After finishing it I now only had 40 minutes to get out the door. As I was rushing I needed to make my lunch. The issue mentioned in my previous post had occurred again, and I had some very choice words in my head as I stared at the mess in the sink. It's a good thing that no one was in the kitchen... So I grabbed one of my plastic disposable knifes, made my peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and mumbled under my breath the entire time. It's not that hard to wash a stupid knife after you use it. Seriously.
So I rushed to school (entirely my fault). Got to class with a minute or two to spare. Afterwards, I went outside to find a place to read my scriptures for class and sat in the sun. Thirty minutes later, I was boiling and decided to go sit in the shade. As I sat down, I noticed how cold the granite seat was. I put my hand down next to me and felt something cold and wet. Yes, I sat in a puddle. I laughed sarcastically to myself, since this is just adding to my lovely day.
As I got to my Calculus class, it was hard to keep my mouth shut as some stupid kids were making retarded comments throughout the entire pop quiz (I got 4 out of 5 because a stupid mistake. Like usual). Half way through the class, they were still making their comments and I muttered some sarcastic comment and the kid next to me chuckled under his breath, and i had to apologize for my rudeness. No one deserves to be the rebound of my frustration with life, no matter how moronic they are.
Then for some reason I couldn't even keep my eyes open in my Doctrine and Covenants class. I felt so sorry for the teacher since I was sitting in the front row and he was my previous Bishop. I then went home since I didn't want to stay up on campus anymore. I decided to get out the of the house so I went in search of some nurseries for bulbs and fertilizer. Couldn't find any of the stores till they were closed except for Homedepot which doesn't even have steer manure, just turkey. I drove away empty handed, and just drove slowly home. And now I'm here venting.
All I need is a friend to stop by for me and give me a hug. That is all I ask for.
I have institute tonight, since I promised Kayla I would go. I will try to keep my mouth zipped shut and my eyes still so as not to roll them at ridiculous people. I think I need a dose of spirituality.

Potential Happiness.

First off, I would like to say how random some of my blogs are. And when I say random, I mean within one post. Let me demonstrate.

There has been a new pet peeve of mine that has surfaced it's nasty head. Dishes. Growing up I never did dishes, which is a bad habit and feel for sorry for my mother who put up with it. Now, I've seen the error of my ways and do my dishes almost right after they are used. Mom, you would be proud of me. But my resolve was heightened when during our meeting, the other girls wanted everyone to do their dishes since the ones in the sink that are there for two or three days were disgusting to them (either Kayla or I would just wash them if they got too high). Well, two weeks later, Kayla and I do our dishes after every use, and this is our sink now.

There are no silverware (even after I wash one from the sink, I come home and it has been used and now partying with it's homies back on the bottom of our sink...) In this picture the scenario is as follows. One of the bottom floor girls finally washed their cups, bowls, and other big items, but left the entire collection of silverware in the sink. Why? I have no idea. It's not like it would have taken too much longer to jut wash them too. (I refuse to wash their dishes since they are the ones having dish issues.) But I leave on Friday morning with just the silverware in the sink. And when I get home, behold our sink(above). How can four girls make that much mess in twelve hours. Twelve hours that they are supposedly not home for. Did the dirty dish fairy come and give us a present? Maybe. For now, I will think it's the fairy so as not to write forceful reminders to my fellow house-mates. But Something has to be done.

And on the flip side, I was home last night after my somewhat good test (86% on the multiple choice part of my Calc 2 test. Thank you. Thank you.) But Kayla was out with her boy-toy, and all my other friends were out doing something already. So what does a single, good looking, college girl do? I went grocery shopping. As I was at Maceys there are three different types of people who come in on a Friday night. The singles with no social lives (me), the married young couples who want to rub their livelihood in the faces of the single adults, and the older couples that have finished their date nights and are now bring home food to their quiet abode since all their children have grown up and moved out. I witnessed an older couple having some fun with a Da Vinci pasta display. As I was walking past them, the husband started giggling and grabbed two packages of pasta and put them in the cart. And then the wife started to giggle and grabbed one and placed it directly into the basket. This continued for a couple more turns and they were laughing the entire time. This is what I want in a marriage. A marriage where we are still young and giddy even though grey hair may populate our hair and wrinkles dominate our faces.

Why must I be so dang difficult?

I just moved into a new singles ward. What this means is that I must fill out a new membership sheet and get my picture taken for the "Date Book".
If you have never filled one this type of paperwork, let me enlighten you. They ask all the basic information like Date of Birth, gender, address, etc... And then you get half way down the paper. There are questions followed by empty lines, which means they want you to use all those up, right? One question is what callings you've held. Well, how far back do you want to go? I was the Beehives President, and the Youth Activities Chair back in Young Womens. So I wrote down every calling I've had since I got out of High School. Sunday School teacher and Institute activities chair and Ward institute rep. Great. This means I'll be called to do something in Relief Society, where I will have to love the girls that seem superficial. Fabulous. Even Jesus loves them, so I guess I will have to too (if that is my ward calling...). The final question is describe yourself so that we may more fully get to know you. 5 lines. Well...this just opened my sarcastic can of worms. I can't remember exactly what I wrote, but something along these lines. "I don't believe the church is true. Not everyone gets salvation. I hate puppies and kittens. And the end of the world is coming. Oh and some people tell me that I am a tad sarcastic."
I showed this answer to my lovely best friend Kayla, and we snickered half way through Relief Society. We are both quite morbid in our sense of humors. Her comment was that our knew bishopric will think that I have issues and will be called in right away so straighten me out. Three weeks later, I have yet to meet the Bishop.
The final act is the mug shot. Growing up as the youngest of six, I believe this is the reason why I must do things the more creative, and most often, the hardest way. So to get my personality in a picture nut shell, I gave them my "Home Alone" scream face. This way, when potential Date-ies flip through all the pretty faces for their victim and glance at my disturbing face, they would double take and know something is wrong with that girl and stay away. (I don't have time this semester). So three weeks ago, I got this picture taken, and thought I got away with murder until today when I was asking to see who I talk to about changing our house name. (the "Green House" is just not colorful enough; it's now known as the 'Tree House") Turns out the same person who takes the stalker file pictures has the power to change our name. So after much philosophical comments about being known by the works of my hands versus the works of my face, we agreed in an exchange. I would take a nice picture for the renaming of our house. This was a hard apple to swallow, it took two pictures to have me look somewhat not in agony (It's not my real smile). They stole my individuality from me. Now, I'll just be one of those pathetic girls that only smile because it makes them look cute so they will get some guy action. Disgusting.
And on that note, Kayla has someone else in her life. This morning, she left with that someone to go up to Logan to meet his sister and extended family. As I watched those two walk to his car, my heart dropped because Kayla wasn't mine anymore. I am so excited and happy for her I love it when people I know start dating boys, but at the same time, I was depressed for me. So I walked up to church by myself today...At least I'll have school to fill this void in my life.
P.S. This does not mean I need to be set up on dates. Thank you.

I Spy...

I am one of those people that hates being woken up by a loud extremely annoying alarm, because I am able to wake up by the smallest sounds (usually). I believe I have my father to acknowledge for this gift since every Saturday morning, he would come by our door and loudy say "It's time to get up! Day lights a wastin!". And I hated it. Even worse is my brother, who for the likes of him, cannot get up unless an airhorn is used. My dad frequently has to go and use the above saying every ten minutes. And to put it into perspective, my room is just down a 5 foot hall from my brother's room and even if both our doors are shut, I can still hear his alarm go off every morning. He doesn't wake up to it, but I do. If he doesn't shut it off quickly, I jump out of bed and wake him up.

So instead of using an alarm clock, I use my phone, because I can fluctuate the sound limit. It is located right next to my pillow, and I have not once had a problem of loosing it during the night, till last night.

I set my alarm, and placed it in it's usual spot and fell asleep. There were three alarms, one for 5, 5:30, and 6:15. It's not unusual for me to not remember the first two, since I only need to go running at that time. However, my mental clock, still wakes me up at 6:30-6:45 most mornings, thankfully. But today I woke up at 6:14 and glanced at where my phone should have been. But it was gone. I checked my bed to make sure it didn't slide under my pillow or blanket. But to no ado. So I waited until 6:30 which was when Kayla woke up and we both searched under my bed, which means we lifted the bed and looked in every nook and cranny. But still no cell phone. Well, it was getting late and I needed to take a shower.

What doesn't belong?

I'm about to go in when Kayla opens the fridge to get breakfast and she tells me that she found it. Some how and for some reason, my cell phone was in the fridge. It's been a long time since I slept walked, but last night, I guess I did it again. It was so strange, and we both laughed at where it was found.

What a great way to start off your day.

Not Another Prank War...

Oh yes, this mischievous Provo girl has found a kindred spirit and has put that to work. You may ask what have I been doing these past two months. And I'd answer easily, nothing except for failing my first class, working, and finding joy in drawing "grotesque" clowns that disturb Glen Haven 3 aka "the gentlemen" (though I believe this title to be incorrect).
I'll start from the beginning since that is where most people like to start. Some Saturday in May (can't remember the exact date, I think Kayla does though) it was late that night, and I had the idea to draw a clown... and put it up by the gentlemen's window so when they awoke the next morning they would be scared silly. Well, Kayla layed down and let me trace her womanly outline on to some butcher paper. Let me tell you, she is one ticklish person. My pencil had to keep a one inch buffer from her body to keep her from jumping. We then proceeded to color it...with crayons. This is a major accomplishment since it was 11 pm and it was human sized...It took F.O.R.E.V.E.R. to color. Around 3 am we went and put it up by the gentlemen's door since it needed to be propped up. At church that day, we barely talked about it, but as payment, A., one of the gentlemen, gave me the opportunity to give the opening prayer for saying hi to him that day...I believe there was another underlining reason.
Kayla and I, the Dolly Did-its, waited on pins and needles till one Saturday morning a week later, Kayla ran back into our room and woke me up at 6 am and said "they finally did it!" So we ran to the door and looked through the peep hole (since that became our daily routine as a precaution). One of the gentlemen, B., is a mechanical engineer, so they rigged our clown "Shawn" to hang from the balcony above us and had a string tied to our doorknob with the other end tied to a potato. Sadly enough, the prank malfunctioned and the clown was already down. Supposedly the clown would be knocked off the balcony by the potato-on-a-string and would then swing and surprise us. Too bad, but we enjoyed it none-the-less.
And so it was the Dolly Did-its turn. We knew that their front window can't close, so getting into the apartment was no problem. So the next Saturday, I went and bought 5 ten pound bags of Idaho potatoes from Smiths. Needless to say, the check-out man was suspicious. We bent the truth and said they were for our roommate that loved to eat potatoes. I had to look down the entire time because I was smiling. I'm a horrible liar. We kept them in my trunk till Monday night. Our plan was to wait till two of the gentlemen went to FHE like good little boys, and then we would enter and dispose of the starchy roots all over their floors and steal all their spoons; measuring, regular, serving, wooden, even slotted were stolen. Everything went well, until we found out that we missed 2 spoons, and they even had the Ward's Activity supply of plastic spoons. Oh well, it was in the thought. So we hung the spoons from our ceiling, which turned into bombs during the first two days because the tape wasn't strong enough. We still had enough spoons that I also made a homemade wind chime, which I'm rather proud of, perfectly balanced and everything, but sadly enough, there are no pictures, just our memories. So one of the gentlemen, S., forced his way in and took all of their spoons, since Kayla almost cracked and wanted to return them with no charge...wimp.
Now it was our turn to wait... and we did... and even beyond...An entire month lapsed until one night after our FHE we found some potatoes on our door step, but nothing else..."Well that was lame." were both our thoughts. But we expected worse to come. and it did. That Wednesday, we saw S. in our courtyard, which never happens, so we knew something was going to happen that night, but we couldn't do anything about it because we were going to Institute, like good little Mormon girls. Whatever happens, happens, right?
Apparently during the middle of Institute, one of the gentlemen, B., got up and left for about 20 minutes. Afterwards, he said he needed to go print something off for us, so we waited. Which turned out to be "The Ultimatum". A legal document that we, the Dolly Did-its must sign or else this war is going to get worse. It outlined all that we have done and the list of things we must do to stop from the escalation of pranks. Basically, we refused but laughed our heads off amid our fellow institute-goers. We drove home, quickly, but of course safely, to check out the damage. But sadly enough, one of our roommates got home before us, and had put the house back to order somewhat. But this is the list of "damages":
-kitchen table upside down
-poppers (the kind you pull the string and out comes streamers) booby-trapped to our drawers in our kitchen and bed room and the to the fridge
-all the lights were twisted off, even our fluorescent kitchen lights.
-three clocks hidden in our bedroom set to go off at 1 am, 2:45 am, and 4:30 am (luckily we found the last one, which was in a vent)
-our bedroom door off it's hinges, and they hid our pins somewhere in the kitchen
-switched our cold and hot water for our kitchen sink
AND -stole one shoe from every pair that we own (luckily, we had a good pair for work the next day, since neither of us can wear open toed shoes)
Basically, both of us stayed up late, laughing over all that they did. We were content by their prank. The only problem, How did they get in to our apartment? they say no one else can get in by their way and they did not enter through a window...I am at a loss.
Everything was put into order, except for our shoes, but Kayla's some important ones were in the front room so they survived the raid, and I could live without mine, but it's nice to have them back. So on Thursday, I baked cookies, and bribed every apartment that had our shoes, a total of 9 apartments, so I wouldn't have to say the magical words "All hail Glen Haven 3"which is a lie and I am not a liar. And I didn't, not once. Which means, bribery works...
Now the balls in our court and we are plotting up a doozy. I can't wait.
By the way, if you want a more detailed account of the pranks, Kayla was very particular on her blog which is blazedagenda.blogspot.com. She even has pictures, which I am sorry about the full text. But it's been a long time since I blogged last.

Dead Duck

I love Provo. There are two types of people here. Those that patiently check both ways before crossing the street, and those that just stride across without considering vehicles. I am one of those people that will wait patiently until cars stop. This does not mean I am shy and lurk in the shadows waiting until no one is coming. I stand on the side of the road, some feet from the lane, and demand people to stop. Sometimes cars stop instantly, others just keep driving, ignoring my plea to cross.
As I was walking home today, I came upon 8th N by the Duck Pond stairs. These stairs are probably the most centrally located stairs along the BYU southern border, that has a parking lot at the bottom, basically there is a ton of foot traffic. As I stopped by the edge of the road, my usual length away from on coming traffic, I politely waited for the cars to pass. I was planning on which break in the cars that I would use to get to the other side, when this girl (I don't know if she had earphones in or not), just strutted pass me and made a car break suddenly just so they wouldn't hit this dense person. I see this quite often, and I'm always pro-pedestrian, but walking dumbly into traffic, demanding cars to stop with that technique, is really stupid. And if this girl had been hit by that on coming car, I probably would have laughed...and then called 911. But she would have deserved it. There is no way, her 5'7" build could stop an SUV made of fiberglass and metal from running into her. It's not like Provo has the safest drivers either. It's a shmorgishborg of every states worst drivers in one city... chaos. And to top it off it was starting to rain. wet roads+splotchy windshield+retarded pedestrians=someones gonna get hurt.

At the Beginning Again...

Life is like a circle. There really is no end or beginning, because it is all the same.
Today, was my first day of Calculus 2 (aka math 113). We ate cake. It was a presentation on how one can "cut" up strange shapes and find the volume of it. Good cake. Boring class. I know this for sure. It's going to be hard to stay awake for this two hour class.

This past weekend was a b-u-s-y one. You might think yours was, but you didn't live mine. Let me enlighten you. Friday night, I moved some of my stuff to my new apartment, and then stayed up till 2 am cleaning and packing more stuff. Then Saturday morning I woke up at 6 am, moved Becca's, mine, and a little bit of Tanis' stuff down till 8ish. Cleaned the entire apartment (tossing unwanted food from the "fridger", scrubbing the oven inside and out, and swept the floor.) Luckily Tanis did most of her cleaning (The bathroom) before she left for her wedding, and Kayla came up after her apartment and swept my floor. God sends. Then from 8:40 to 9:15 I took a shower, got dressed and was out the door, (forgetting to brush my teeth and even eating breakfast) driving with Kayla to Tanis' wedding up at the Mount Timpanogas Temple. (We made it in about 15 minutes, thank goodness there were no po-pos.) made it just intime to wait with the wedding party for the new couple to come out. Stayed and took pictures until 10:40 and then drove home, dropped Kayla off and then went to work from 11am-6:30pm. Came home, had dinner, went grocery shopping, and then unpacked my stuff till about 10:20 and then crashed and watched half of Pride and Prejudice the pink version. Went to bed by 11:30, just to get up at 7:30 so I could make lunch for the bishopric and scan my lesson for that day.
And that was my Saturday...


pictures will come later...

Fini

Finally, after 4 r-e-a-l-l-y long months I'm officially done with school. I just finished my last final, and let me tell ya, it feels grand. Now I have a huge list of things to do, like laundry and packing. Not to mention sleep and socialize before all my friends move out of the ward. My 4th roommate will be getting married here on Saturday, and my 5th next saturday up in Alberta, Canada. I sure do go through them quite fast, don't I? my job search is going, still looking though for a decent priced, interesting job. The bookstore is just too boring for the money I'm making, not worth it.
I'll be moving down to apartment 16 this saturday, with Kayla and Kim (Too bad my name wasn't Kellie like how mom was planning on it...KKK). I'm way excited, because Kayla is just the smarter version of me. Same sarcasm and everything (Well, she has her quirks and I have mine).
Calculus 113 will start in one week exactly, and then I'll be working in the morning for 3 hours, math class for 2, and then dates with heroic math nerds the rest of the day...sounds kinda quaint. I guess some form of social life on the side...eh ;)
Well, I'm off to finish my Geology project(alright, I guess I'm not completely finished with Winter 2010 semester, but I will be!)

Hopeless

I write this post about 30 minutes after my last test this semester (not including finals). And looking back over this semester, I believe I have failed every test. After my New Testament let down, I ran for 9 miles, to make me feel nothing (But I sure felt something...). I would love to go for another run, maybe run all the way home to my mommy and be a couch potato, sitting on my 16th backbone and eating chocolate bon-bons and wasting away my life, but I can't; which depresses me more. Instead, I have to put on a good face and by activally social when all I want to do is hide my face. Everyone here claims that they get "A's" on tests and when they get a B(gasp!), Heaven forbid! gee, I feel lower than the scum of the earth when I see my grades flash on the testing center screen...almost like a dagger to the heart, a plummiting of my stomach. I'm to the point where there is no hope to getting good grades on tests. To me, it's impossible. Sure, everyone tells me it's my first year, and that's normal. They also told me that last semester, about the first semester at a university...so if that is the story, then next year are people going to say that it's my second year, it's okay to not do well because the classes are hard?
Maybe I just need to get married, drop out of school, and become a baby maker so they won't kick me out of school because my grades are just too crappy. Afterall, I am probably in the highest marriage rate city in the world (not counting Vegas), it should be easy (obviously I can't handle hard).
I'm not writing to get sympathy or "I'm so sorry"s. I need to rant, and this is my soapbox, my soggy soapbox. I'm pretty sure that I will have to retake classes, which is a depressing thought, but that's life I suppose, full of disappointment.

Humpty Dumpty

Easter, there are many traditions that are practiced during this season. Growing up we always dyed eggs, had baskets full of chocolate and toys, ate ham and jello eggs. Since this is my first Easter away from home, I am missing all the little things that were usually expected. However, I am trying to coupe. Yesterday, I went and bought 4 dozen eggs, and after today's afternoon General Conference, I and my roommates will be dyeing them all.
However, last night after watching Fantastic Mr. Fox, I needed to boil them all since I was going to be busy all morning. It was late and after I got through 3 dozen of them, I started putting the last dozen in, when physics took hold and two, sadly did not make it through the night. I, however, did not take this superb picture, but my friend, Ben got down on the floor to take them. He is a man of hidden talents. Just like earlier that night when I was getting out a bigger pot, they were stacked pretty strangely and as since I am not an octopus and don't have eight arms, it was a little difficult to manage all the pots. Ben offered to help and as he was lifting out the desired pot, the three glass lids shifted, and two fell. I caught one between my forearm and the shelving unit, and with my superior soccer skills tried to catch the other with my foot, to lessen the blow when it hit the ground. No such luck. with a huge clang the lid hit the floor. Luckily, it did not break nor wake up the sleeping bears(my roommates), but it seems to me that last night I was at the top of my graceful game.
I really am too dainty.