Deep Roots are Not Reached by the Frost

Today I got my stats homework done for today and tomorrow. I went grocery shopping. I worked for 5 hours. I almost suffocated at work for 5 hours. I ate the last of my ice cream. I went to my Stats lab. I actually did my hair and tried to look nice. I missed people. I wanted to take a nap, but I didn't. I texted my sister. I thought about my future. I got frustrated with my future. I walked around in heels all day. I changed into sweats the moment I got home from work. I began a huge project at work. I feared the continuation of this project. I thought about how it's hard to do huge projects when you can't see an end to them. I watered my plants. I thinned my plants. I thought about getting my wisdom teeth out and how I'm scared. I thought about my birthday and how I'm almost 19. I smiled at a stranger. A stranger smiled at me first. It was a day unlike any other. :)

Spring term ended last week, I went to Park City for the weekend, had a date that was.....well, worth mentioning but nothing beyond that, decorated shirts for Daddy's Day, had an emotional break down, then started an entirely new schedule on Monday. For Summer term I now have Statistics from 10-12 MWF and 10-11 TuTh, then work from 1-5 everyday. It's a more relaxing schedule than last term, thank goodness. I do hate change though and it always takes a while for me to get used to it. Once I've got it down though, there's no going back baby! In other news, I have found a game I truly despise. It exists to simply put human beings through pure torture. It's called the dating game. Nobody knows the exact rules, especially since they change for each individual. What is worst about this game is that when you actually want to play because there is someone who might make it fun and worth your while, but starting the game can be even more torturous than the actual gam...

Well, finals have come again. Spring term classes ended yesterday and finals start tomorrow. Cleaning checks are on Thursday, and I'm going home to party with my friends the same day. I spent the night cleaning my FHE brothers' apartment and man, that was fun! No joke. There is a very satisfying feeling that comes when you leave a kitchen looking almost beautiful where before, it looked like a very small tornado could have come through. I maybe should have been studying instead, but it was really tempting (for many reasons) to go clean with my roommates. And we had a very good time. When we barged into the apartment, our FHE brothers were kind of confused for a second, but then quickly understood what we were doing and left. 15 minutes later one of our roommates whom we didn't know was home comes into their apartment and tells us that she was in her room watching a movie and heard our FHE brothers talking. She thought they were just talking to us so she didn't...

Laurel's professor, Dr. Harris, from her hearing science class: "The short one is the dangerous one. *If* your house was wired correctly. If the electrician is competent, unlike the ones who wired half my house backward. This one is not the dangerous one. You could stick a knife in it and be fine. I know -- my son did it. Should we see if these are wired correctly?" Dr. Harris takes out a key and motions toward the short opening of the plug. Guys: Do it!! Girls: no! No! Dr. H: Do it!? Thanks a lot! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mabel: Do you have access to any of the General Authorities? Julia: I am confused by the question. Mabel: Yeah....me too....... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ruby: My weapon is my teeth. Except I don't ever use them except for chewing on myself. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sarah: Snow shovels??! That's how Utah handles floods.....with snow shovels! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Laurel...

If you haven't noticed, the title of my blog has been changed. This blog has recently undergone some renovations and the change in title was a necessary addition. I, unfortunately, cannot claim the genius behind it. Laurel was given access to my blog as an administrator and sorely abused her power. I was quite shocked at first, but now, I think I rather like it. It's growing on me, and we'll have to wait and see if it grows on me enough to keep it there for longer than a week.

My professor this term was talking about happiness and pain in our class yesterday. He related it to death, but it has a lot of other applications. His main point was that the pain we feel at the death of a loved one occurs because of the happiness and joy we’ve shared with the one who has passed. We are sad due to the lack of love we are unable to receive from them now. Only because we loved are we pained. If we didn’t love that person who died, it wouldn’t be painful. I have applied it in a different context. I went home over Memorial Day weekend expecting an energetic, reviving weekend free of responsibility, but I was sorely disappointed and pained. I wanted the weekend to be like a weekend when my family was all home, happy, full of life, and laughing. I couldn't, for the life of me, focus anywhere but myself. All I understood about that weekend was that I couldn't have fun because my family was either busy with their own responsibilities or was just really tired. Th...

I lost my car. Literally. I thought it was stolen. My beautiful, sleek Nissan, gone forever. I missed its roll-up windows, its faded paint, its special cracked dashboard, and that even more special sticky clutch. I didn't know who in the world would want to steal this car, but I did know it wasn't where I must have left it. I filed a report. I talked with a policeman. I took a deep breath and said, "I can do this. I'm an adult." And I did. But then. All of a sudden, my sister comes running through my front door. "THEY FOUND YOUR CAR!! Why aren't you answering your phone?" Anyway, long story short, I parked it on campus, forgot about it, then walked home. I left it there Tuesday night and COMPLETELY forgot about it. Honestly, no recollection at all. Still. None. I am more upset and mad now than I was before when I thought it had been stolen. I can forgive others. You know, that's a little easier than forgiving myself. I have this i...

The previous post was an evening of craziness. We all went to play Rock Band at one of the guys' apartments and decided to dress up for it. No one freak out please. I hardly ever really look like that. It's fun to be extreme sometimes. :)