Epiphany!

So, there are a few questions I've been asked like five hundred times over the course of the semester. All my college friends know what I'm talking about. They are as follows: "Where are you from?", "Do you know Michelle Metcalf?", "How are your classes going?", and my personal favorite, "What are you majoring in?"

I love/hate this question very much, because I just want to major in something different err'day. The short list is Humanities, Art History, English, Political Science, or International Relations. I obsessively find out what people are majoring in and then research it on MyMap. I want to major in everything. I just want to major in going to college, which is unfortunately not offered at BYU.

However, this all changed last night. I was at my final mock session for MUN, which was five hours long and made me want to punch something by the end of it when everyone and their dog was trying to divide the question and every motion ever was failing and it was 10:15, where I started talking to this really nice girl who represents Croatia or something, and she told me she's majoring in Geography and Global Studies. I thought this was the bombest thing ever, and I started asking her a bunch of questions about it. She loves it a lot and said, "It's what IR people want to major in, they just don't know it." SOLD. This major is basically perfect for me. It's like Humanities plus International Relations divided by current events times awesome minus economics and math and statistics. I told myself that I would probably change my mind in four seconds, but it's been OVER TWELVE HOURS and I still can't stop thinking about it. So this is kind of a big deal. I'm very excited about this and just wanted to share.

That's all I have to say. Have a wonderful day, unless you live in Provo where it was literally zero degrees farenheit outside on my way to class this morning. In that case, your day is going to be inevitably miserable and you should just stay inside and study all day. Merry Christmas!

Hoppy Thanksgiving Bach.

I've decided that there is nothing better on the planet than coming home. Seriously. When I stepped outside onto the North Curb of Sky Harbor Airport, I may or may not have wept a few tears of joy. That's a secret. Another secret is that the crying situation might have been exacerbated the moment we drove onto 24th street in all of it's 75 degree glory, which was lined with trees that still have leaves and which was so beautiful. Mmm.

The highlight of the day, however, might have been when I got to drive my car. My little, adorable, sweet car named Jose. He's a bug. The second I turned my car on NPR started playing, and the nostalgia started flowing. I love me some talk radio, but that's a conversation for another time. Anyway, I opened the windows and the sun roof, became enlightened about the produce market in Philadelphia and the most recent car accident statistics (The whole point of that story was that men get involved in SIGNIFICANTLY more car crashes, which makes me wonder why women are always scapegoated as the bad drivers. Weird, right?) and it was just an excellent experience. Daddy dearest, if you're reading this, you could totally let me take little Jose back up to Provo if you loved me that much. We'll talk.

The moral of this story is that I love my hometown and my family and didn't realize how attached I was to either of those things. Wait, I think I'm about to get so Thanksgiving-appropriate on ya'all. Brace yourself.

I'm genuinely just SO thankful for my family. I missed them and I'm so grateful for an awesome family that says funny things and keeps traditions together. Despite my aching hips, I'm grateful for the family tradition of running the turkey trot and then eating breakfast and making pies together. I'm also thankful for the family tradition of planning family vacations that involve excessively hiking over Thanksgiving dinner. That part hasn't happened yet, but I bet you all a dollar that someone is going to bring it up tonight. I'll keep you posted. I'm thankful for the very established family tradition that Amy always cuts the pie. I'm also thankful for stuffing. That stuff is delicious.

Anyway, it's been a while and Brooklyn has been pressuring me to blog, so I just thought I would let the planet know that my life rocks. Happy Thanksgiving!

P.S. If you know the reference in the title, you're either in my family or destined to be my best friend forever.

Bubblegum Tongue.

Sometimes, when i'm feeling down in the dumps (for instance today and every Monday when Haleigh is gone at American Heritage for four hours and I have nobody to hang out with), I listen to this song.

I know, I'm a scandal. Don't judge me, please.

Also, today I saw some people wheeling a piano through campus while playing We Thank Thee O God For a Prophet. I don't know why they felt compelled to do that. Welcome to BYU.

Also, do you read My Life is Average? Do it. You're welcome.

That's all that I have to contribute to the blogosphere for today. :)

Things that are white.

So, I don't get what's up with this whole milk thing. I feel like it's weird that humans are the only things that drink milk that is from another animal. And also we're the only thing that drinks milk when we're not babies. So that's a concern. Except for I also think that milk is a good source of protein. I just don't really understand why there is such a debate about milk. I feel like smart people are always debating the pros and cons of milk drinkage and like citing all these scientists and talking about weird things. I don't understand if i'm supposed to drink it or not, but I had some last night with a grilled cheese from the creamery and it was DELECTABLE. That's all.

I also would like to talk about string cheese. It is quite possibly the best comfort food on the planet and here's why. You don't just eat it. You TEAR it to PIECES and stuff it in your face. There is no better feeling than being able to DESTROY something and eat it when you're stressed. Try it. It will change your life. Also they're only 80 calories.

Another thing that is white that I would like to talk about is snow. It snowed here. Yesterday. WHAT. THE HECK. I am so genuinely stressed. It's not even halloween and its snowing and the problem with this is that the snow is not just going to go away. It's going to snow again and harder. For like the next 3 months. And I just have to live in it. This is bad.

Have a great day!

What a wonderful world.

Here's what I love.

The world.

Seriously, I think its so cool. All the countries in the world. I think its a fascinating thing. For one of my classes, I have to be able to fill in a blank map of Africa and Asia by tomorrow, so I have been memorizing country names like a maniac. And I don't even hate it! I think its so cool to know what countries are next to each other and it makes everything I've ever learned ever make more sense. You should all play on this website next time you're bored, because its really, really, really fun. That's all.

I LOVE THE WORLD.

This hurts the most.

If you want to feel loved, you should watch this.

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Jesus loves you, because he just gave you the chance to watch that. Nobody should ever be sad again. That's all.

Not epic.

So, I just spent like 20 hours (actually it was 2) in the BYU student health center because I thought I had swine flu. And guess what, I do! And guess what, it's no big deal! The doctor told me just to take drugs and drink water and cover my mouth when I cough and, most importantly...TO EAT AS MUCH FOOD AS I POSSIBLY WANT. Apparently, I need to give my body lots of calories so that it will heal itself. Isn't that the most exciting medical advice ever? I was so thrilled, but mostly I was just like, "why was I sitting here for two hours wearing a mask (true story, I had to wear one of those masks that the Asians wore during the whole SARS thing) just so you could tell me that i'm fine and that I should eat whatever I want. I do this anyway." But it's cool. I feel kind of awesome that i'm suffering from the biggest pandemic this century.

Also, here's something that bugs me. When people say "epic". For instance, "omg this pic is sooo epic" or "tonight is going to be so epic." No, it's not epic. It's not a huge, life-changing thing or a form of narrative poetry. It just isn't. 98% of the time, epic is the incorrect term to use to describe something. Stop saying it. It drives me insane. Thanks.

Also, feel free to feed me anything on the planet that's delicious. Doctor's orders. Freshman 15, here I come!

Slee-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-eep.

Dude. I am suffering from insomnia. I could not fall asleep until 4 am last night and it was the most ridiculous thing ever. So i just consciously slept through my 9 o clock class today. I'm fine with it.

However, I NEED TO SLEEP. How do I do this? Help me.

Here's the song that's been playing in my head all day:

Zoom, zoom, zoom!

October 31, 2009.

It's happening.

Me and Haleigh are being Zenon and Nebula for Halloween.

I know you're jealous.

The weather.

I hate it.

I hate this stinkin' weather so much.

It's cold, but not cold enough to wear a legitimate winter coat yet, and I don't have any sweaters and it takes me like 20 minutes to get dressed in the morning.

Except for maybe it always takes me 20 minutes to get dressed in the morning.

And maybe I haven't done laundry in 2 weeks.

Regardless, I am cold and weird-looking all the time up here and it makes me sad.

In brighter news, I took my first major college exam! I don't know what I got on it, but it feels like such a milestone. I'm happy.

AND look how funny this is. Except for I'm pretty sure its child abuse.

So...

Sometimes I like to get a little bit political. Sorry.

A reason why life is sweet.

I've made a goal to recognize more of the things that are great in my life. And here is a prime example of why life ROCKS.

Rocky Road Bars. The only place they exist is in the Cannon Center, and they only are there like every 3 weeks. And they are heavenly. A rocky road bar is like a rice krispie treat made out of rocky road ice cream ingredients, like marshmalllows and chocolate and nuts. I can't even explain how perfect this combination of flavors is, but its pretty much rocks my world. Rocky road bars were in the cannon center last night, but I was not even aware since I was at a review for my DEATH humanities exam which is tomorrow. (Why am I blogging? I have no idea.) Since I have the best roommate in the world, she snuck a bar out of the cannon last night for me wrapped in napkins and gave it to me when I got home!

I am a happy girl. Life is sweet!

fine...

Okay, so five people read my blog. I can accept that.

Public Service Announcement

This is just a notice to the the general public that you should probably NOT READ THIS. It defeats the whole purpose.

Chloe, Emily, i'm talking to you.

Mmmm, mmm, mmm, mmmm, mmm.

Dear blog, my life is so good right now. Here's what's been happening for the past 24 hours:

My best friend EVER Chloe Nielsen came to visit for conference and I got to see her last night and my other best friend EVER Emily Peterson is arriving TONIGHT. So I can have a full-on besties bash all weekend. I'm pumped.

Another thing is that I had 5 papers due today. My first one I already turned in and it was like nbd. My second paper isn't due because class is CANCELLED today due to a MEDICAL EMERGENCY in my professor's class. It is just the most serendipitous situation ever and now I don't even have to use my break to write a paper so I'm BLOGGING because its my new favorite activity.

I also just used a variation of my favorite word on the planet in a sentence and it was totally normal. Serendipity. Serendipity. Serendipity.

Furthermore, I'm wearing boots and a trench coat today. I feel like I should be in a chick flick and start flirting with a boy I tell everyone I hate in a cute location like the grocery store and then end up married and living in Europe after going through some serious catharsis.

Additionally, I was in the library last night until it closed working on the three papers that are due for my Humanities class and it was not even a horrible experience. I love the library. Plus, Haleigh and I were there until closing time and got to hear them play the closing time music, which was Earth, Wind, and Fire (I think). It was a great moment.

I am also struggling with some serious sleep deprivation issues, seeing as I was up until two last night working on homework and having a dance party. Simultaneously.

I just had a LUNCHable. For BREAKFAST.

And then I came home and listened to Tay-Tay Swift and didn't even feel like a dummie. I just finger-pointed and danced to Hey Stephen and it was great.

Mmmm, mmm.

Secret, Secret.

Here's a cool fact. This little blog of mine is currently so secret. NOBODY knows that it exists, except for my awesome roommate Haleigh because she knows about everything I do with my time. Which is: nothing productive.

I've decided that this is really exciting. I have a cool secret blog that nobody reads. Maybe, in reality, a blog that nobody reads is pathetic. But that's fine. I like it and I will probably delete this in two weeks, or just get bored and never post again.

I just wanted to let the internet in on my little secret by broadcasting it to the world wide web. That's all.

College

College. I'm in it.

Approximately one month ago, I became a BYU cougar. Rawr. And so far, its been a pretty cool experience. I have the best roommate on the planet, the most comfortable bed on campus, and the worst time management skills known to man. This combination means that I spend a significant amount of my time napping, which is weird to me. I've never been a napper until I came here and sometimes stayed awake until 3 in the morning for, like, no particular reason.

I also spend a lot of time in the Harold B. Lee Library, Juvenile Literature section. Sometimes, me and my friends go to the library and pretend that we're hanging out and being cool like normal college students. We're not.

A cool thing about the library is that it looks like the set of Lost. By this I mean that everything looks like it was made in the 70's (which it was) when it was trendy to use stone-print tiles on the walls and have random tribal symbols etched on stuff and have everything be awkward shades of beige and brown and orange. See? My sister says that I'll learn to love it and think the style is way beautiful and awesome and stuff, but I'm pretty sure that mostly I'm just going to feel like i'm in the Hatch for my entire college experience. Which is fine with me.

I did it.

Hi, this is just going to be the classic "I got a blog" post. Not that cool.

Let me preface it by saying that blog-stalking is one of my favorite activities on the planet. I recently invested in a google reader (free-also, awesome) and have since spent literally ALL of my free time checking to see if any of the people i am obsessed with update their blogs. For the record, they never do it more than once a day. It makes me sad and then I just have to do my homework.

It's for this reason that i've chosen to get a blog and let the universe cyber-stalk me in return. So i'm just going to join the bandwagon and have fun with this little blogging activity. It will be great...

ready, go!