A Whole New World

I have found out something incredible! Walking around the BYUI campus, I noticed that I looked a little out of place. Not a surprise, because I've always been a weirdy. That's me. But I saw that most girls always look really nice and put together. Everyday. And I'm typically the jeans and big t-shirt kinda kid. But then Rachel and I made an observation--those girls also all have cardigans. So I asked for birthday money early from my parents so I could go shopping and update my wardrobe. Part of that money was spent on some cardigans. So I wore them this week and what happened? Guys have come and sat down next to me, and talked to me (which, if you know me, never happens). I'm telling you, these cardigans have magical powers. They are magical.

Fan, Maybe?

Oh! I already thought of something else to post: pictures of my room. You'll understand why.

And So It Begins...

Man, has it been a while or what? So quick update: for those of you who didn't know, I went home for Winter Semester and am now back on the BYUI campus for the Spring. I worked while I was at home (back at the Queen, of course), and read millions of books (that could possibly be an exaggeration). Now I am determined to change my academic habits because to be quite honest, I found myself lacking any after reflecting on my time here previously.

I had a party/road trip here with a friend which took over 12 hours... Not the most comfortable experience physically, considering I don't have cruise control on my car. At least I got a calf workout for my right leg out of it? And, yes! I do have my car this semester, and thank heavens for that. I got here last Thursday night and moved into my apartment first thing Friday morning. That afternoon my roommate Rachel showed up, and we pretty much partied all weekend because apparently our other roommates wanted as much time away from us as possible. Actually I have no idea why they didn't come earlier, but Rachel and I had a crazy fun time anyway.

So Tuesday rolled around and BAM! Back to classes I go. Funny thing is, it feels like I never left. I've only been here a week and it doesn't seem like I ever went back home. Crazy. Anyway, compared to last semester, I have zero social life. I pretty much wake up at 5 am, go to classes, get home and study. That's it. Oh, and I eat, of course. Duh, it's me. After classes everyday Rachel and I hole up in our room and spend the day doing homework, laughing and mocking each other, doing some more homework, laughing and mocking various other people, and doing even more homework. One thing's for certain, at least--I'll have the best grades I've ever had in my life. Well, hopefully... I guess there really is no certainty when it comes to how well I do in school.

Now after my next class, it's the weekend, and I have absolutely nothing to do. What's even weirder--I don't mind at all. I enjoy my new apartment and having all my work done. It's kind of like when you're exercising, I've come to find out: though the thought of it isn't too appealing, once it's done you feel amazing. So we'll see how long this promptness in regards to homework continues for.

I do believe I've caught you up on everything. If not, I'm sure I may post again sometime in the distant future. I'm just as crazy and awkward as ever, and I'm looking forward to improving in time management and work ethic over the next few months.

I wonder if anyone ever looks up random people's blogs and reads them... If there's anyone random reading this that I don't know and have never met, I would just like to let you know you're a creep. And 'creep' happens to be one of my favorite words at the moment, along with 'clever.' No way is it because I like creepy people. I just like identifying the creeps out there. There are a whole lot more than you think there are, if you actively seek them out of a crowd. Hmm... I think I actually might qualify as a creep because I creep on people to see if they in turn are creepy...

Stop, Don't Do It

In a previous post I mentioned how there is one individual within my group of friends that I just can't get along with, and that I was going to try to be better about it. And I have been better about it--all of us have. But there gets to be a point where you don't take it lying down, and you have to stand up for yourself and for your friends. You can't let someone walk all over you time and again and not set them straight once and for all. Yes, I realize sometimes our situations in life can be hard, but in no way does that mean you can take it out on the people who are there for you, the ones you call your friends. It's not right, and I don't want to be hurt by your comments nor do I want to see my friends hurt by them. You say things spitefully and cruelly. You can't try to pass it off as a joke because you noticed it hurt their feelings--it's not funny. At all. So try it one more time, mister, and you'll hear how I really feel.

Frost Bites Back

So last night one of my friends had a Frisbee game, so Rachel and I made our way over to it. We get there and--there's still snow covering the field. And I'm in converse. Not sure if you know this, but converse have absolutely no insulating capability. At all. Usually the games are only an hour and ten minutes (I think), but of course last night they played until 13 points. So the game went for two hours. Rachel and I had the hardest time walking home afterward. Our feet were so cold they were aching terribly. Then once we got home, it was painful to get my cursed shoes off. I was surprised to find my feet were still attached to my body.

Oh and my Mama called me last night to tell me of how the weather is supposed to be like on Thanksgiving Break. One day she told me of the high is 28 and the low is -5. SINCE WHEN IS MARYSVILLE THAT COLD?? It's ridiculous. AND it's supposed to snow both here and there the day I ride back to Washington with my friends. So I might make it back home if we don't get stuck in a blizzard and freeze to death, or slide off the mountain pass or something. That would be my luck.

I sent some letters out that I should have sent awhile back. I kind of suck at the sending of letters... I write replies the day I get the letter, but I don't actually end up sending the letter till way later. Shoot. My Bad.

Walking In a Winter Wonderland

It snowed all day yesterday! 12 feet! ... So maybe not that much, but definitely a few inches. And it currently feels like it's 17 degrees. Can we say cold?

Even better news though--I GET TO GO HOME BEFORE THANKSGIVING! So the plan was that on the day before Thanksgiving, my family would stop by good ol' Rexburg to pick me up on the way down to Utah. Now you see, my friends are coming down to see the premiere of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1 on the 18th and leaving to go back home on the 20th. The thought that just occurred to me today was, why don't I just ride back home with them instead of waiting for my family to come down and get me? Brilliant, right? I know! So now I get to go home before we go to Utah and see my friends and some of my siblings that aren't able to get time off work on Black Friday! This has seriously made my day, for real.

Bitter Isn't Better

I used to get easily offended. Incredibly so, as a matter of fact. And I've been a lot better over the past year, but it's not easy sometimes. And I feel like it's been a lot harder since I've been here in Rexburg and I've been letting things get to me too much lately especially. So I have decided that I'm going to get better at just letting things go and not taking them seriously because it's seriously no fun always being mad or upset. It actually sucks. And I need to develop this habit not only for myself, but also for everyone else's sakes. And now that it's officially written for the world to see, I need to be held to this. So if you find me taking offense and being really bitter, just tell me bitter isn't better.