This post is really boring. Don't read it.

This week. Gah.

Gah in a good way because so many fun things are and have happened. Gah in a bad way because so many things are and have happened. Got it? Good.

Yesterday was the first day of classes, and I feel I was rather successful in not making a fool of myself or causing any of the teachers to hate me. First off was British Lit - woo woo! - and second was New Testament. Nothing too exciting to report.

Arabic, on the other hand . . . Well, you know that part in The Best Two Years where the new elder hears someone speaking Dutch and says, "...That's not the language I learned in the MTC"? Yeah, my first day in Arabic after four months of relative inactivity was akin to that. Yikes. Let's hope I'm a quick re-learner, otherwise I'll have to drop and take ASL or something floofy like that.'

Heh. Floofy.

Found out my good friend Jelly is in Astronomy with me, so that should be fun. But what will be MOST excellent is Songwriting. Basically, it's a once a week class learning about something I love while surrounding by good-looking, musical men. Like...let's say the BYU attractive ratio for men in general is about 15-20%, if I'm being generous. This class is about 75%. Yeah. This is going to be a LOVELY semester.

This morning I had the bus experience from heck trying to find my way to and from the BYU broadcasting building in southern Provo. I ended up in Springville, then got a ride from a random man because I was extraordinarily desperate to get to my interview and would have had to walk through 3 miles of construction in high heels otherwise. And the interview was hardly even an interview, it was more of him telling me what the job was like. Bah.

However, all my blisters and ulcers will be worth it, because tonight is my first real concert! John Mayer and Owl City . . . It will be epic. I am so incredibly excited. It's pretty much everything wonderful in life . . . friends, amazing guitar, staying up late, and two beautiful men who sing. Yes, please. I will most definitely be a happy camper once we get there. Get in my tummy. Yum yum.

Annnnyways. I must go and type my lovely New Testament reflection paper like a good girl. I'm such an angel.

Back in Black . . . er, Brownstone

Summer is over, and my stay in lovely Minnesota came to an end yesterday when I boarded a plane headed for Salt Lake City. I've worked hard in these past couple of months. I painted houses with College Pro for four months, which kinda sucked, but it's money now in my pocket. I finished up by helping out at Anoka marching band's spat camp. It was weird; there were still students in it who I was close to, but I was tossed into the position of instructor instead of peer. It was all rather disorienting. However, I learned plenty, got to know some people I'd been needing to get to know, and I wouldn't trade the experience for anything.

I am currently sitting at a round table in the middle of Brownstone condo #5, my new home for the next long while. I've met most of my new roommates, moved in....mm, two-thirds of my stuff (optimistically), and almost completely adjusted to the fact that school starts in 5 days. I've also installed the giant nose-shaped soap-dispenser given to me by my second-year roommate Erin, complete with frighteningly realistic green shower gel. I. Love. It.

Our apartment is slightly smaller than last year, but it's very pretty and I'm mostly pleased with it. Our lack of a balcony in comparison to some of the other Brownstone condos is disappointing, however. Ah, well. Maybe next year.

I hear our ward is on the older end of the scale...I'm a bit nervous about that, seeing as I'm only 18. Hopefully not too many desperate late-20s guys will fall in love with me. I do hate breaking hearts like that.