Thursday, December 28, 2006

Can You Hear Me?

Many moons ago (aka a while ago) I talked with a young man (who happens to be seven years my senior) while walking across campus. I offered a scowl at the prospect that he walks across campus with earphones in his ears. I don’t think he understood my point, though, because I think he got the impression that I don’t like music at all. I like music. I listen to music all the time. However, I get irritated when people walk around with earphones. I feel like there becomes this barrier between the wearer and the real world. Specifically, there’s a barrier between the person and me. Yeah, I am more concerned about myself than the real world—it’s true.

In my family, I have a habit of receiving things after someone else in my family requests them. I recall making the comment on Christmas that, “Since my sister asked for an iPod for her birthday, I’ll probably receive one for my birthday.” Well, I was wrong. We both received one the day after Christmas. (That’s where the “spoiled hypocrite” from yesterday’s post comes from). I feared that I would become the very type of person I dislike. I’d walk around anti-socially with earphones.

Today I realized that having iPods seriously decreases my ability to communicate with people. I think I have had more conversations with myself than…than…than what should be normal.

So what is my point? Don’t listen to music? Of course not! I believe full-heartedly in music. Don’t talk to people with earphones? Maybe. They’re usually pretty boring anyway.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

You Are A Nut Head

I have no idea where the card came from. All of a sudden I found myself in possession of half of an index card with these words on it: "You Are A Nut Head." The words are in my handwriting, so I know it must have been my doing. But why, pray tell, did I write such a thing? This is a mystery, I fear, that I will not solve until I am dead. So, this half sheet of index card has now become my bookmark during this vacation. Time will tell if it will be useful beyond my week + here at home.

Oh, and I am a spoiled hypocrite. I just thought I’d inform everyone of that while I’m still feeling guilty about it. However, I felt guiltier yesterday. Undoubtedly by tomorrow my guilt will be washed away completely.

Monday, December 25, 2006

Christmas Eve Traditions

My favorite time to have family dinners is always Christmas Eve. Every year I feel like it was the best Christmas Eve ever. This year is no different. What happens is usually the same every year, but this is the first time that I’ve had a blog during Christmas time, so I figure it won’t hurt to actually go into some detail.

We start with family dinner. Apparently it’s tradition to have tacitos for Christmas. I was unaware of this tradition. Before any of you laugh and say that I don’t notice things (which is true) I’d like to note that another of my cousins was actually having a dispute with his mom about this very same concept. He was saying that this “tradition” was actually starting now. All the adults, however, insisted that the “tradition” has lasted over ten years. Tacitos is a common dinner for us to have together, whether it always occurred around Christmas time I can’t remember.

After mingling for a bit, the kids are secreted away into the back to work out roles and costumes. This year I was helping my dad with the dishes, so I was not secreted away. This is momentous…this was the first year that I was not in the Nativity production. Do not fret. The Nativity is not something you grow out of. I will most likely be called back in next year. However, it was fun to be able to watch it this year. It used to be that the kids were not supposed to show the adults their costumes. I think people don’t care about that as much anymore because the production has gone on so many times. (When I say kids, I mean children of the children of Grandma Grace. Many of the “kids” I refer to are actually adults too).

Then we all go out to the barn. There’s usually a narrator, but this year they decided to do things a little differently. No biggee. Welp, I’m sure you all know the Christmas story. However, I wonder if you know the Christmas story like our family. Luke 2:16 talking about the shepherds says, “And they came with haste…” A while back one of my cousins couldn’t think of a better role to play than Haste. Since then it has always been a tradition to include Haste. Unfortunately, Haste got scrapped this year. (Or at least that’s what I thought originally. Apparently others noticed that Haste actually did sneak in).

After the Nativity we do chimes. After chimes we sing the 12 Days of Christmas. Here strikes another tradition for our family. This one’s more recent though, and we’ll see how long lasting it is. A newly wed (or at least wed without kids) couple takes the part of the Two Turtle Doves. Then at some point in the song they will cease singing their part and make out instead. Only in my family!

Then we proceed to sing more spiritual songs until our conductor for the evening decides to end our shindig in the barn. We go back inside and mingle until one family decided to leave, at which time we all leave. Well, everyone leaves who is not currently living there. Perhaps I should mention that this all happens at my Uncle’s house.

My favorite part about last night was having so many kids around. And they were so cute! Saying goodbye to one meant I got leaped upon by another.

As I was walking towards our car to go, I had to give one last Uncle a hug. “Do I need to talk to any boys about you?” he questioned while we embraced. “Not yet,” I said thinking about all my current crushes and how implausible they all are. “Or are you searching for the right one?” Obviously I responded to this question with a “Yes” because that just seems like a given. Then he added, “Or are you going to go on a mission?” Realizing that my real option was now on the table I had to respond with a yes again. Then my uncle burst into laughter. “You’re doing both? So, you’re going to find the right one and then go on a mission? You’re going to break his heart?” I was already almost to my car at this point, but I smiled to myself. Yep, that’s me, heartbreaker extraordinaire (cough cough).

Merry Christmas all.

Saturday, December 23, 2006

Be Afraid

A few days ago I received an email confirming that I have been accepted to do Study Abroad in Russia. I am way more than excited.

I was talking to my brother about this. My brother—I love my brother. I’m not sure whether he listens to junk or if he just creates junk from what he listens to. He told me that he’s heard a lot of dark thinks about Russia. Apparently Putin is trying to reinstate the USSR. I feel bad, but I couldn’t help bursting out in laughter right then and there. “What are you afraid of?” I asked, “That I’ll get stuck in Russia?” Yes, that is what he’s afraid of. Then he proceeded to tell me, “Be afraid. Be very afraid.”

Welp, for some reason I’m not afraid at all. Well, I take that back. I can’t say that I’m not nervous about going to another country. However, I’m not afraid for my life.

Monday, December 18, 2006

Final Status

So, today I took my New Testament final. I couldn’t help but notice that most of the questions that contained a reference were from Luke. I didn’t really expect that. I mean, personally, John is my favorite apostle. However, since Luke wasn’t one of the twelve apostles, I can still claim him as my favorite gospel writer. Anyway, I just wanted to say that I was very pleased to see Luke’s name keep coming up.

Anyway, I have only two finals left. Three of my classes are done with forever! Yea. I’m also finished with my current set of Elders. Yea. (Actually, they weren’t that bad. I did think their reactions were funny, though, when they found out I was only nineteen. They all froze in one motion. It was great). And I’m kicking out my roommate in a few days. She’s going to Jerusalem, so don’t pity her at all. I’m not really even kicking her out; she’s walking out…on me…and the ward…and everyone on this continent. La di da, I’ve got to stop rambling now.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Mixed Messages

Note to the world: Professor Nielson calls his students unselfish while Professor Kearl calls his students hypocrites. Technically Professor Kearl is not my teacher, so I think I’ll listen to Professor Nielson instead. (My real teacher broke his foot, so Professor Kearl has given our last few lectures).

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Silently Slurping

Today I learned how to silently slurp. Don’t worry, I usually do not slurp. Today, on the other hand, I was faced with the problem of not having a spoon. Actually, I later learned that there was a spoon available, but we’ll negate that fact. Normal people will probably wash a spoon. Abnormal people use a measuring spoon instead and then broadcast it on their blog.

I used a ½ teaspoon to sip my soup. This was no ordinary ½ teaspoon; it was a ½ teaspoon with more depth than breadth. Thus, it was very hard to eat with without slurping. I confess, it was even a bit messier than normal. So, learn from my mistake. If you are going to use a substitute, make sure it is a worthy substitute.

Saturday, December 09, 2006

It Works!

This is the sequel to the “Complain, Complain” post. After being miserable for a few days, things are starting to go my way. My sister is going to call me (or I’ll call her if she doesn’t call soon). I attended a Ward Breakfast in which I was able to meet some people who I should have met a while ago. [Now I have a bigger variety of people to hang out with when I go to church functions alone (like today going to the Ward Breakfast)]. We’re playing Frisbee today. (Hopefully this doesn’t turn out like last week…or the week before…or the week before:) )

Okay, so my real advice is not to be miserable. My advice is to not give up. I know that sounds cheesy, but it’s good advice. And just for clarification about the Frisbee playing, we did play a good game on a Tuesday; I was merely referring to the failed attempts on Saturdays.

Friday, December 08, 2006

What Am I, A Chicken?

So, today the guy right next to me turned to the guy next to him and said, “How come the girls in this class never come?” Usually I’m pretty quiet, but for some reason I felt like speaking up at this moment. I WAS SITTING RIHT NEXT TO HIM!!! Or maybe I’m just not a girl. Surprised? Me too.

Actually, after I responded emphatically with, “I come every week!” he replied that I hide in the back corner…which is true. It was the first time he ever sat next to me. And the last. I can’t wait to be done with PlSc 200!

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Complain, Complain

I hate trying and trying and achieving no result. Then something bad will happen, I’ll curse my life, and then the best thing in my life will occur. So then I continue to try and try and the best thing never gets repeated. Then, something else bad will happen, I’ll gain greater hope, but of course the best thing is doomed to never be repeated. I think Heavenly Father only turns bad things into good things when we curse Him for the bad things. That way we can feel guilty and humble ourselves. If we do, by chance, humble ourselves without his help, then he need not help us to turn the world to good.

So, my advice: live your life miserably; it’s the only way you will ever find true joy!

I know, I know, that’s a little extreme. I just hate having my hopes dashed to pieces day by day. I keep looking forward to tomorrow, but tomorrow becomes today and it just disappoints me in the same way.

Um, this is kind of a depressing post. I feel like I need to lighten it up somehow. I ran into my stake president’s daughter today. She got her mission call to Moscow, Russia. She enters the MTC in February. This means that I have the possibility of seeing her both in the MTC and maybe (cross your fingers) in Russia too. I know, I know, you’re not supposed to distract your friends on missions. Deep down I’m really the most rebellious person you all know.

Monday, December 04, 2006

Umm?

So I really didn't like the last post being at the top of my blog. This is to combat that.

My Husband Is Engaged!

This news is actually pretty old. He’s been engaged for about two months now. However, I think I confused a girl I met today. Before I could explain, I became summoned. But then I switched places with the girl, so it really makes no sense.

See, I am an FHE group leader. In the vernacular, people call me the mom. That means my fellow FHE group leader is the dad. Now I can’t call him my dad because he’s more of my partner. So I’ve taken up the habit of calling him my husband. Perhaps this is not the best title- especially since he’s engaged.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Hello

Today it occurred to me that I startle easily. Most of the time I’m startled by people who suddenly appear in front of me. My gut reaction to mask my startlement is to say, “Hello.” (I think this actually works because I think most of the time people don’t realize that they startled me).

After this realization dawned on me, my imagination soared. I imagined myself walking down the street and a guy jumping out of the bushes at me holding a gun. My gut reaction would kick in and I would say, “Hello.” Then I’d realize this was not a friendly person and fear would settle in.

There really is no ending to this story. However, my favorite possible ending would be that the guy would be so impressed by such a friendly statement that he would leave me alone. Of course this is not realistic; but the thought made me smile.

My Life in a Nutshell

“And thus we can behold how false, and also the unsteadiness of the hearts of the children of men; yea, we can see that the Lord in his great infinite goodness doth bless and prosper those who put their trust in him.” Helaman 12:1

So last night I was not felling particularly pleased with myself. This scripture helped lift me up.

Friday, December 01, 2006

Really, I’m Just Brain-dead

Wednesday I slipped on ice and bumped my head. I now have a bruised cheek that no one can see because it’s not obvious. Still, it is there, I promise. Anyhow, at first my greatest worry was going to school with a swollen face. Then I realized that the bump wasn’t really visible, so who cares? At school, I had two people worn me that I might have a concussion. Obviously I feel inclined to disregard this advice. I walk okay. I think okay…well…as well as I normally think anyway. I talk okay. No worries, I only have a bruised cheek.

The funny thing is when I do random things that normally would be looked over, but require a second glance when one has a head injury. For example, sitting next to my computer simply staring at a light that keeps changing colors. Then I laugh at myself, which means I am perfectly normal.

Tomorrow I’m going to go play ultimate Frisbee. I have no idea why Frisbee is supposed to be capitalized, but Microsoft Word always changes it for me. I really hope I don’t get hit in the head with the Frisbee.