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. :)