Christmas Eve, yo. It's where it's at.
I honestly was strangely apathetic about coming home for Christmas this year. It seemed like I had just seen my family at Thanksgiving, and I just didn't miss home that much. I was having a good time with all my friends in Provo, and I almost wished that I could stay and enjoy the school-free days with the Utah crowd. Almost. Sounds pretty heartless, I know. I'm a pretty terrible person.
But as it turns out, I underestimated home. First off, Minnesota is at its ridiculous snowy best, with over a foot and a half on the ground and more on the way tonight. I love this state so dang much. Looking out the back sliding door at the snow-covered lake and trees is such a familiar thing that it almost makes me cry. I wouldn't trade it for anything.
My friends are another thing altogether. I had almost forgotten how insane these kids are. I love the social life down at BYU, but I just can't entirely be myself (yet) with them. I have history with the people here. We could write entire books of our inside jokes. Though we all believe different things and have different lives now, we can still see each other once or twice a year and act like the good times never ended.
And my family . . . what to even say about them? So freakin' weird, for one thing. So freakin' awesome, for another. My little (and taller than me) sister Rina and I just made a Christmas Eve dinner centerpiece out of plastic chickens and vegetable leftovers. You can't buy Kodak moments like that. Though I've changed over the past few years away from home, I can still come back and know that these stinkers have to love me no matter what. It's great.
Tonight and we're going to celebrate a Christmas Eve of the Watts variety. Activities and appetizers will include, but not be limited to: open-faced sandwiches, fancy cheese, sushi rolls, the infamous rice pudding with the hidden almond (whoever finds it gets good luck!), opening one present early, acting out the Christmas story (which is an adventure on its own. The wise men tend to turn out as hippies...), singing Christmas hymns around the piano, and the traditional sauna with its following glass of cold juice.
After we go to "sleep" tonight, the parents will stay up wrapping last-minute presents and putting them under the tree. Tomorrow morning, we'll wake up nice and late, line up in the hallway in order of age, take the mandatory picture, then commence with the very extensive task of opening presents one by one, again in order of age.
Afterwards will be stockings (with that coveted chocolate orange) and a light breakfast of those weird little one-serving boxes of cereal. After a day of lounging around with our presents and trying not to eat our chocolate oranges all in one sitting, we'll once again sit down together at the dinner table for Christmas ham and all that other stuff.
So this is Christmas. You know what? I'm kind of a fan. Not to mention the fact that it's a time to celebrate the most important birth the world has ever seen. Without Him none of this peace and joy would be possible. I'm incredibly grateful that it is. I hope you all keep the message of Jesus Christ in your hearts throughout the whole year. Never be afraid to share it; it's the greatest news in the world. I'm so fortunate to have it in my life.
Well, I'm off to find that almond. Merry Christmas to all :)
Friday, December 24, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Yup.
Today I am blogging by rabid request of my raging fan base, not because I'm feel any variety of inspired. So we'll see how this turns out.
I left the foggy skies of Salt Lake City yesterday morning on a little plan destined for Chicago, where I spent all of the half hour it took to get to my other plane and take off on a plane bound for Pennsylvania. I landed in Pittsburgh a bit after 6, if I remember right. After waiting an intolerable amount of time to get picked up (less than half an hour), I was once again in the presence of (part of) my lovely family.
As I learned later , SLC actually ended up closing the airport for a time that evening, and BYU campus was even shut down. I'm lucky I got out when I did, although I do love me a good snowstorm. I also learned later that the anticipated blizzard was quite a let-down, at least in Provo. I now allow myself a silent smile of gratification that I didn't miss out on much.
After arriving at my uncle's house, I was promptly fed several helpings of homemade lasagna, garlic bread, and salad. It was so beautiful I almost cried. Besides seeing the family, free delicious food for THREE WHOLE DAYS is what most excited me when looking forward to Thanksgiving break. This morning I ate pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Dinner tonight was chili from scratch and Brazilian cornbread. Life is incredible.
I just turned on "The Final Countdown," and I automaticaly feel a lot more epic...That song should be the background to life. Everything would be better. Everything.
Ummm yeah. I'm really not feeling inspired right now. I'm kind of in a been-doing-Arabic-for-too-long-and-it's-kind-of-nighttime-and-I-haven't-stood-up-much-today stupor, and it's not very conducive to writing anything at all witty or interesting. I apologize to the aforementioned raging fan base.
On a happier note, tomorrow's Thanksgiving! I look forward to hours of pure gluttony. It shall be beautiful.
Cheers!
I left the foggy skies of Salt Lake City yesterday morning on a little plan destined for Chicago, where I spent all of the half hour it took to get to my other plane and take off on a plane bound for Pennsylvania. I landed in Pittsburgh a bit after 6, if I remember right. After waiting an intolerable amount of time to get picked up (less than half an hour), I was once again in the presence of (part of) my lovely family.
As I learned later , SLC actually ended up closing the airport for a time that evening, and BYU campus was even shut down. I'm lucky I got out when I did, although I do love me a good snowstorm. I also learned later that the anticipated blizzard was quite a let-down, at least in Provo. I now allow myself a silent smile of gratification that I didn't miss out on much.
After arriving at my uncle's house, I was promptly fed several helpings of homemade lasagna, garlic bread, and salad. It was so beautiful I almost cried. Besides seeing the family, free delicious food for THREE WHOLE DAYS is what most excited me when looking forward to Thanksgiving break. This morning I ate pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Dinner tonight was chili from scratch and Brazilian cornbread. Life is incredible.
I just turned on "The Final Countdown," and I automaticaly feel a lot more epic...That song should be the background to life. Everything would be better. Everything.
Ummm yeah. I'm really not feeling inspired right now. I'm kind of in a been-doing-Arabic-for-too-long-and-it's-kind-of-nighttime-and-I-haven't-stood-up-much-today stupor, and it's not very conducive to writing anything at all witty or interesting. I apologize to the aforementioned raging fan base.
On a happier note, tomorrow's Thanksgiving! I look forward to hours of pure gluttony. It shall be beautiful.
Cheers!
Monday, October 25, 2010
Bookworm
I miss reading for pleasure.
I used to read all the time. My family would go to the library and come out loaded down with books. I’d be so excited to read them that I’d get started in the car, only reluctantly getting out when we got home. As soon as we got inside and put away the rest of our newfound treasures, I plopped my little bookworm behind on the couch and read and read and read.
I had a tendency to keep reading until I finished a book. I wouldn’t eat, I’d stay up late, and eventually my mom got would get fed up with it all. One of the most ironic parts of my childhood was that, while my friends’ parents were pulling their hair out trying to get their kids to actually read, my parents were practically bald from trying to get me to focus on other things when I was in the middle of a book. It was a constant struggle.
I never identified myself as a student until I came to college. In grade school, I was just going to school because I had to, and learning was a relatively passive thing unless I really enjoyed the topic. Here and now, being a student is my life; it defines me. Not only do I spend a lot of time in class and doing homework, but the way I socialize and spend my free time is affected by the college atmosphere. Being a student is a full-time gig.
Unfortunately, this full-time gig doesn’t really allow time for my reading habits. The only novels I’ve read lately have been assigned. If I decided to go to the library and pick up some reading material that I was truly interested in, the results would be disastrous. Though I do tend to waste a bit of time on Facebook and blogging and watching movies and such, these things are quick and not nearly as time-consuming as reading a book is for me.
So I just don’t really read. During the week, there’s never a free period of time long enough to read an entire book. On the weekends, I’m restless from hours of classrooms and computer screens, so I go out and have fun with friends instead of reading. I haven’t really even thought about reading a book recreationally this entire semester. How sad is that?
Man, once I get out of this pit of homework that I seem always to be scrambling out of, I’m gonna hit up a library.
I used to read all the time. My family would go to the library and come out loaded down with books. I’d be so excited to read them that I’d get started in the car, only reluctantly getting out when we got home. As soon as we got inside and put away the rest of our newfound treasures, I plopped my little bookworm behind on the couch and read and read and read.
I had a tendency to keep reading until I finished a book. I wouldn’t eat, I’d stay up late, and eventually my mom got would get fed up with it all. One of the most ironic parts of my childhood was that, while my friends’ parents were pulling their hair out trying to get their kids to actually read, my parents were practically bald from trying to get me to focus on other things when I was in the middle of a book. It was a constant struggle.
I never identified myself as a student until I came to college. In grade school, I was just going to school because I had to, and learning was a relatively passive thing unless I really enjoyed the topic. Here and now, being a student is my life; it defines me. Not only do I spend a lot of time in class and doing homework, but the way I socialize and spend my free time is affected by the college atmosphere. Being a student is a full-time gig.
Unfortunately, this full-time gig doesn’t really allow time for my reading habits. The only novels I’ve read lately have been assigned. If I decided to go to the library and pick up some reading material that I was truly interested in, the results would be disastrous. Though I do tend to waste a bit of time on Facebook and blogging and watching movies and such, these things are quick and not nearly as time-consuming as reading a book is for me.
So I just don’t really read. During the week, there’s never a free period of time long enough to read an entire book. On the weekends, I’m restless from hours of classrooms and computer screens, so I go out and have fun with friends instead of reading. I haven’t really even thought about reading a book recreationally this entire semester. How sad is that?
Man, once I get out of this pit of homework that I seem always to be scrambling out of, I’m gonna hit up a library.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Batman Begins
I write this post while sitting on the floor of my apartment, watching Pocahontas, attempting to do Arabic homework, and smelling the wonderful loaves of banana bread I just put in the oven. Two of my roommates are on the couch; the other three are sleeping (I think). Our new brown and white bunny named Batman is currently trying to eat my shoulder.
He is not succeeding.
It's times like these that I'm glad I'm exactly where I am in life. High school's done and over with, but I'm still not quite assimilated into the adult world. I'm a college student, studying hard, working 17 hours a week, maintaining some semblance of a social life, and having an altogether awesome, hectic time of it.
Sure, sometimes I have brief moments of sanity where I realize exactly how much needs to be done and how little time I have to do it. In all reality, I should have absolutely no social life at all, except two designated hours on Friday nights for light small talk with other humans. But....really? It's not realistic to expect that. The challenge is finding the right balance; I'm still experimenting a bit with that.
This banana bread smells so freaking good. My salivary glands are working overtime. John Smith's dreamy good looks are not helping matters. This is getting ridiculous.
Only 20 more minutes...in the meantime, I should mosey on back to the Arabic dual system and all such nonsense. See you in the morning!
He is not succeeding.
It's times like these that I'm glad I'm exactly where I am in life. High school's done and over with, but I'm still not quite assimilated into the adult world. I'm a college student, studying hard, working 17 hours a week, maintaining some semblance of a social life, and having an altogether awesome, hectic time of it.
Sure, sometimes I have brief moments of sanity where I realize exactly how much needs to be done and how little time I have to do it. In all reality, I should have absolutely no social life at all, except two designated hours on Friday nights for light small talk with other humans. But....really? It's not realistic to expect that. The challenge is finding the right balance; I'm still experimenting a bit with that.
This banana bread smells so freaking good. My salivary glands are working overtime. John Smith's dreamy good looks are not helping matters. This is getting ridiculous.
Only 20 more minutes...in the meantime, I should mosey on back to the Arabic dual system and all such nonsense. See you in the morning!
Friday, September 10, 2010
Todaydaydaydayday
My first words this morning were probably along the lines of, "Eaarghtimeinterviewnoooo!"
Yeah, you guessed it, I had a job interview on campus and I woke up 20 minutes before it started. Good job. 18 gazillion brownie points for you.
After galloping to the bus stop half-dressed, I moseyed in a rather swift manner to the Morris Center. I asked for Laura Thomas, as directed, then waited around for 10 minutes as the secretaries tried to figure out who that was. So all my rush was for naught. Ah, me.
The interview itself went rather well, even though I had low self-esteem due to my two major self-esteem killers: glasses and unshaven legs. I don't know what it is; I am usually a pretty confident person, but those two things...I can never look people in the eye. It's pretty rough.
After that I went to Brit Lit and pretended I agreed with what the teacher was talking about, then I went to Arabic and pretended I knew what the teacher was even saying.
Lunch was an adventure. I didn't have my wallet with me, so I wasn't able to buy food. Being the creative person I am, I decided to hit up one of the business school's many free-food socials. I was in luck; the finance club was serving up In-N-Out burgers. Sooo, I headed over to room 240 and pretended I was interested in what the guy in front was saying. As I waited in line, I made conversation with people and pretended I was looking into the finance major in a desperate attempt to not look like an aspiring writer who just wanted the free food (which is what I was). Not one of my prouder moments, I'll admit.
Well, karma was out to get me. All they had left by the time I made it through the line were various condiments and cans of pop. I grabbed a Sprite and left, feeling rather sad that all my hard work had gone to waste. It's a hard life.
After a lovely nap session in astronomy, I walked home and took a swim with Erin in Centennial's pool. Currently, I am sitting at the kitchen table waiting for my potatoes to bake, which is definitely not one of the most interactive cooking experiences. Perhaps I shall take up the time by learning a new skill, such as throwing ninja stars.
Yeah, you guessed it, I had a job interview on campus and I woke up 20 minutes before it started. Good job. 18 gazillion brownie points for you.
After galloping to the bus stop half-dressed, I moseyed in a rather swift manner to the Morris Center. I asked for Laura Thomas, as directed, then waited around for 10 minutes as the secretaries tried to figure out who that was. So all my rush was for naught. Ah, me.
The interview itself went rather well, even though I had low self-esteem due to my two major self-esteem killers: glasses and unshaven legs. I don't know what it is; I am usually a pretty confident person, but those two things...I can never look people in the eye. It's pretty rough.
After that I went to Brit Lit and pretended I agreed with what the teacher was talking about, then I went to Arabic and pretended I knew what the teacher was even saying.
Lunch was an adventure. I didn't have my wallet with me, so I wasn't able to buy food. Being the creative person I am, I decided to hit up one of the business school's many free-food socials. I was in luck; the finance club was serving up In-N-Out burgers. Sooo, I headed over to room 240 and pretended I was interested in what the guy in front was saying. As I waited in line, I made conversation with people and pretended I was looking into the finance major in a desperate attempt to not look like an aspiring writer who just wanted the free food (which is what I was). Not one of my prouder moments, I'll admit.
Well, karma was out to get me. All they had left by the time I made it through the line were various condiments and cans of pop. I grabbed a Sprite and left, feeling rather sad that all my hard work had gone to waste. It's a hard life.
After a lovely nap session in astronomy, I walked home and took a swim with Erin in Centennial's pool. Currently, I am sitting at the kitchen table waiting for my potatoes to bake, which is definitely not one of the most interactive cooking experiences. Perhaps I shall take up the time by learning a new skill, such as throwing ninja stars.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
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.
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.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
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.
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.
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