Deep Roots are Not Reached by the Frost

During a baby sitting job: Emma ( randomly) : You're beautiful! Me: Oh! Thank you! You're beautiful too. Emma ( in extreme drama) : Well, duh!!.....Womans are beautiful. Men are...whoo!!.....stiiiiiiinky!! She was waving her hand in front of her face while she said, "whoo!!......stinky!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Morgan and I were talking about the new phone she's going to get which will be a palm/phone and how the keys are really tiny. Morgan: I should get something to poke it with. Me: It comes with a stylus. Morgan: Oh yeah! Because it's a palm! Me: Yep! (pause....) Morgan: How thick is it? Me:Uh...well, you can't bend it very easily. Morgan: .....? I meant the phone... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Inside joke alert! It's okay if you don't get it. Morgan: There's someone named Frank in our ward. Me: *gasp!!* No!! pause.....more pause...... Me: Is it a girl? Morgan: Hahahaha, no...... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~...

Okay, so I've got about 30 minutes before I have to go to my Book of Mormon class and I was thinking that was the perfect amount of time to write a blog post! So, to explain the previous post, I took my Book of Mormon test and my Calculus test and my Interior Design test in the past week. I don't like tests because I never know whether I'm prepared or not and that is frustrating. Apparently I wasn't prepared for two of my tests and could have been a little more prepared for one of them as well. Interior Design: 88.5% Book of Mormon: 77% Calculus: .......100%28%45%67%50%89%99%87%46%29%37%46%28%1%93%85%75%64%73%93%95%83%50%29%18%76%57%38%29%18%26%..... my score is in there somewhere. You can decide what it is because I'm not going to tell you. Recently I've been really stressed out and not happy and messy and pimply and lazy and lots of negative things. And I don't like it. SO! Guess what? I'm going to be productive and get everything done in a timely...

So here is an update: I hate tests. Amen.

Oops, butchered that too! Mkay. Next! Boooom! there's one more thing butchered. Let's keep moving. There's not time to stop and be sad. What's next? Whoa! a 100%? That's nice! Next? That's how I feel college is. A huge clock that just relentlessly ticks. There was a day this week when everything was just stacking up on top of everything else and it was as if I was being pulled and push by the second hand on the college clock and there's no time to figure out what I did wrong. Well, maybe that's a lie. I can think pretty quickly when it's absolutely and totally necessary so I'd be able to tell what needs to be done differently. Actually, it was kind of fun to go through my day by not being able to dwell on what happened, but being forced to focus on what was happening right then. I felt accomplished and grown-up when I got to the end of it with a smile on my face. I must say though, I wouldn't have gotten through it half as wel...

I got a few texts that said something along the lines of, "In honor of the men and women who lost their lives today, pass this along and keep it going until midnight" or something along those lines. First of all, how is that honoring them? Sending a text seems more like a glint of thought about this day and nothing past that. That doesn't seem very adequate. But reliving the memories is not adequate as well. Torturing oneself so that they go through the pain experienced, the tears that were shed, the heartache that was felt that day and the next few years is not a way to honor our brothers and sisters who died. I was talking to my mom today and she said that on the radio they had a recording of people calling from the Two Towers trying to get help, they had little children who were made orphans talking, they had music in the background to make it even more emotional. That is much to extreme and I believe dishonoring them as they wouldn't want that pain to come ba...

THE ROOMMATES Chelsea is the one that laughs and laughs then brings everyone else into her warm laughter. While we were meeting with the Bishopric they all asked us to talk about ourselves for a bit and before Chelsea could start talking every said that she was the funny one. By the end of our apartment interview the Bishopric agreed with that. Her smile and happy countenance are definitely nice to be around. (Diclaimer: I had just come home from being out in the rain so I don't look very great.) Emily is the excellent flute player who loves to smile and is very excited about life and the adventures that have come as well as those that await. She is always sure to let one know she cares. She wants dearly to become a special education teacher (right?) and loves everyone around her. She's the one on the right. Mykell knows what she wants and goes for it. She's a very disciplined person, but seems very content with her life and will keep working on wh...

I have homework........but that's not the sad part...... I DON'T GET IT! Calculus is the hard part at the moment. My teacher barely skimmed the top of the material then sent us off to complete the assignments. AND I'M READY TO KILL SOMETHING!! The book is not explaining the concepts very well, and I am not in a position to be able to go to the math lab since today is saturday, tomorrow is sunday, and everything will be closed on monday for labor day, and then it's due on TUESDAY!!! GAH! On a better note, I got my physics homework done. It was pretty simple because it was just plugging #'s into some formulas. But now I've got to ready the next chapter.....and read 20 million pages in 3 books for my Book of Mormon class, then 20 million more pages for my American Heritage class, and the 20 million MORE pages for my interior design class.....all due on TUESDAY. So maybe it's not such a better note. I will not be a child about this though. I will not stand up ...