Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Another Experiment

Okay, I admit it. The last post was definitely an experiment. Before you think that I’m an idiot girl who knows nothing about computers (which is pretty close to accurate), know that blogger doesn’t like me. It wouldn’t let me do what I originally wanted, so I had to improvise. At least I know that no one can overlook the “this” from the last post.

You Can Run

So, I thought
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  • was pretty funny. Apparently my sister knows these actors. Enjoy.

    Sunday, February 25, 2007

    Make Enemies Nastya

    Okay, so my roommate from whom I quoted above does not normally call me Nastya. Never would be a better word for it. However, I thought Nastya was great because it represents the Russian side of me. Of course, I haven’t really been true to the “Russian” inside of me thus far…but we’ll see.

    Today has been a great Sunday. Bad things have happened. Good things have happened as a result. I’ve become motivated to go out and do some good. And then something happened.

    Suddenly the evil inside of me burst out with an idea. Obviously I’m not going to tell you what that idea was. If I ever happen to do it, you can bet I’ll relate it all in detail. However, seeing how I have not done it, it would do little good for anyone to know the evil intents of my heart. Well, in my defense, the idea did come to me during Stake Conference. I mean, you could almost call it revelation. There was a point when the speaker mentioned how in times of need, certain scriptures will come to mind. That’s when the scripture, “That thou doest, do quickly,” came into my mind. We do not need to discuss the similarities between my situation and Judas’.

    I told my roommate about my idea after the meeting. She was all for it. (She’s such a supportive roommate). Now we come to a problem. I don’t know who to do it on. I would love to do it on someone with whom I can laugh and joke about it later, but that’s not really the point of this kind of prank. Thus, I need an enemy. That’s where the title of this post comes from. I need to make an enemy. I don’t know quite how that will fit in with my motivation to do some more good in the world.

    Saturday, February 24, 2007

    Laser Tag

    I told myself that I was going to write about playing laser tag today, but right now I’m really quite tired. I could have waited to write about it tomorrow, but I fear if I put it off I might never write about it. Laser Tag is fun, I must admit it. I must also admit that playing it is not one of my absolute strengths. I think the main lesson I learned today was that if I were ever in a real situation like that, I would probably be the first to die. However, you must also account for the fact that I have a guardian angel that is probably really bored right now and would love for a chance to actually protect me some time. So I really wouldn’t be the first to die, but that’s way off topic.

    Anyway, I’d explain about how the Soviet Union won a great victory over Germany, but I’m sure Cavdawg will do a lot better job describing the events and will be a much more interesting read. And if he doesn’t end up talking about it at all, I give you permission to make up your own story. Perhaps I’ll have more to say when we attack the French.

    Thursday, February 22, 2007

    My Dog

    This is a picture of my dog talking on my cell phone. She makes me happy, but she's something like 750 miles away. Random, I know.

    Monday, February 19, 2007

    Heaven on Earth

    Heaven on Earth is being with family. Sure, this statement could be conditionalized, but I’m not going to right now. Anyhow, yesterday we had a family dinner on my dad’s side. See, on my mom’s side we have a family dinner every month. This was the first family dinner of the year on my dad’s side. Personally, I think we should start having them a little more often.

    My Aunt from whom I received my middle name came down from Alaska. I wonder if she knows I’m named after her. Hmm. Anyhow, she was down because her daughter (my cousin) had a baby earlier this month. Being from Alaska, you can imagine that she doesn’t attend too many family dinners. She was excited. We were ecstatic. Life was completely wonderful. She told us family stories that we hadn’t heard before, which was fun.

    Then one of my cousins told us his Reagan story. He was a freshman at BYU when Reagan came and was chosen to ask him a question. We all about died laughing as he told his story. (What can I say, he’s related to me; and thus he is eccentric). After he told his story, we sent him home to go and get the video. The funny thing is that everything he told us was true! I can’t tell the story as great as he can, so I dare not even try. I did get his account on video. No I do not have a copy of the actual video, but oh well.

    After my aunt left to go catch her plane, the rest of us played Cutthroat Uno. You know, after playing Cutthroat so many times, I don’t think I could ever go back to regular Uno. Hmm, I like the idea of starting this post about heaven and ending on a cutthroat type note.

    Sunday, February 18, 2007


    This is an experiment. Hmm, I mean more than just adding a picture in case you were wondering. The picture is of Squaw Peak. For some reason I'm sharing it with everyone.

    Saturday, February 17, 2007

    Decisions Decisions

    Yesterday as I was walking home from class, I ran into a girl from my ward. She asked if I was going to the ward activity today. I was actually planning on playing Frisbee, so I told her I wasn’t sure. She urged me to go saying it would be a lot of fun. Inside my heart panged because I knew I need to be more active in the ward.

    As I continued onward I ran into a guy who is not from my ward. He then asked if I was going to play Frisbee. The only answer I could give was, “Maybe.” He responded with, “Well, I’ll be there.” I guess that’s a reason for me to go too?

    So, what do I do? I only have a few hours to decide. Ice skating (the ward activity) starts at 12:30 and Frisbee starts at 1:00. My sister is in town, but will probably be hanging out with her “friend boy” anyhow. However, I do have some homework that needs to be done today and emailed to a TA and I have a few other errands to run. Wouldn’t it be tragic if I struggled to decide on what to do and decided not to go to either of them? Unfortunately, in my life, that’s a complete possibility.

    I’m going to blame my frustration on Cavdawg. See, we were going to play laser tag against the German club today. Then I wouldn’t have to decide where to go. I wouldn’t have been able to go to either. However, laser tag got postponed. So now I have one more decision that I have to make.

    Thursday, February 15, 2007

    Not Quite Flight Plans

    There are a lot of things that I do wrong. There are a lot of things that I put off knowing that I am setting myself up for failure. A few weeks ago I got the impression that there was some urgency to get my plane ticket to Russia soon. My mom, of course, jumped upon this and encouraged me to go and do. Yesterday I went to book my flight. Actually, I really just went to get information because the whole situation confused me.

    Now with all the pressure I was feeling, you’d think that it was a live or die situation that I get my plane ticket right away. However, the lady helping me found that she really couldn’t help me. Happy Valentine’s Day to me. (I know it’s not really related, but I felt like I had to acknowledge in some way that yesterday was indeed the holiday known as Valentine’s Day). I’m supposed to go back tomorrow to find out if she found out why we were having problems.

    It’s funny. I felt like I was in two different worlds for a time. Talking to others going on semester abroad sounded as though flying in a group was abnormal. Talking to my mom made it sound as though flying alone was ridiculous. I hate being trapped in the middle of a battle that I don’t understand. Now I understand. I really don’t want to fly alone. Not flying alone requires that I find a friend; but it doesn’t look like there will be any sort of group.

    The people going to the Jerusalem Center went as a group. I know because my roommate was among them. This is a time when we have switched places. See, she’s a very independent person. I’m a very dependent person. Oh well.

    And on another note: I hate blogger. They’re not even giving me a choice. They are pretty much forcing me to upgrade. The jerks.

    Tuesday, February 13, 2007

    My Secret Suspicion

    I have this secret suspicion that people can read my mind. It started with just one person. Then it seemed everyone was doing it. This suspicion came in handy during FHE because it motivated me to keep my mind from wandering too off topic.

    Note to the real mind-readers of the earth: Beware! I’m on to you!

    Monday, February 12, 2007

    Work Again

    My job just got ten times cooler!

    Before I explain, I must first complain. (Hee hee, that rhymes). I hate it when the answer to a “how” question is “just let me know” or something similar. You see, I was never really trained for this building that I love to say I control. Often times when something goes wrong and I don’t know how to fix it, I simply ignore it. I’ve been working here for a year and a half now. I really don’t want to claim ignorance, and yet I am very ignorant to many things.

    Okay, so I knew from the beginning that every building at the MTC had a basement. For some strange reason I was naïve enough to think that 2M was exempt. I was wrong. Not only does 2M have a basement, it has two basements. And, I’d like to point out that one of my basements is much cooler than any other basement I’ve yet seen at the MTC.
    Now, think of the horror of not having those basements cleaned in well over a year and a half.

    I can see your eyes glazing over as you wonder why in the world this is cool. Perhaps I am simply some sort of psychotic maniac who has no idea what the word “cool” actually means. Or, perhaps you have not seen what I have seen down in the depths of 2M.

    Saturday, February 10, 2007

    The Good and the Bad

    Today I went to play Frisbee again. I saw two people there that I didn’t really think I’d see any time soon, if ever again. That was cool. I have a confession to make. I’m not really that great at Frisbee. However, I love how I don’t have to be good for people to still include me. And I’ve also taken up the habit of talking to the members of the opposing team as a defensive mechanism. It keeps them from running off for at least a few seconds.

    I came home tired, hungry, and with a headache. It didn’t matter. I felt great. Then I went to a place. (If I mentioned the place, then I’d have to admit who the people are that I’m complaining about). It should have been a happy experience. Instead I came home feeling more tired, more hungry, and with a bigger headache than ever.

    Good: meeting someone new and talking freely with him/her.
    Bad: standing there awkward with someone you’ve known forever.
    Good: feeling included despite the fact that you are not the best for the job.
    Bad: feeling ostracized despite the fact that you have so much in common.
    Good: running around with a goal in mind.
    Bad: standing around awkwardly, not really sure what to do.
    Good: laughing with people who are either making a fool of you or of themselves.
    Bad: smiling awkwardly at inside jokes you were never a part of.

    The list could go on, but I think you get the point that my day kind of switched. To top it all off, I have to give a talk tomorrow and the church website is down for maintenance. Maybe I shouldn’t have procrastinated.

    Thursday, February 08, 2007

    Morgen, Morgen, Nur Nicht Heute, Sagen Allen Faulen Leute

    The class before my Russian class is a German class. When I first started learning Russian, I told myself I wasn’t going to forget the German that I learned in high school. Of course, my resolves never stay resolved. I have forgotten much. However, watching the German students leave every day has strengthened my resolve. No, I probably won’t ever go back to German, but I’m going to try and retain what is still in my head.

    Anyway, I’m a fairly lazy person. That’s the point of this title. It’s been in my head all day, so I thought I’d share it. Translated it means, “Tomorrow, tomorrow, not today/ Is what lazy people say.” Notice that it rhymes in English too. Life is wonderful. Hmm, actually that’s not a direct translation, but I’m going to keep it. It’s close enough.

    Umm, yeah, so you’re probably wondering what it is I’m putting off. There’s a lot actually. A lot of it has to do with getting ready to go to Russia. Then there’s always the homework that won’t get done until the very last minute. It’s far easier to play first and then get to work. And in some cases, it’s easier to sleep first too. Not the best lifestyle, but there you go.

    And a moment ago I found a reason to hop up and down and shout for joy. After this raucous movement, I remembered that my roommate was probably trying to sleep. Her sleeping schedule is off because of her graveyard shift at her job. Yes, she goes to work; then I go to sleep and wake up before she ever gets back. I honestly don’t know how she does it.

    And in conclusion, I just want to state how much I hate writing concluding paragraphs.

    Monday, February 05, 2007


    My sister bought me an ice cream cake for my birthday. She then gave me the responsibility to invite a boy over to help me eat it. Ha! That’s a laugh. (I’m not very good at that). Anyhow, I invited this other friend of mine (a girl) to help me eat it instead.

    Okay, now we’re going to backtrack. In the summer of 2005 I lived at my grandma’s house for a bit. There was this time when she invited some people over. These people were fun to listen to as they talked all about how they met, their dating relationships, and the like. The woman mentioned how she had to train her husband. The example she gave was how he still drank water straight from the faucet. There is, of course, the cliché that women are more sophisticated than men. So, instantly I felt contrite for my own habit, and, of course, did not mention that that was something I would do too.

    So, back to the present. After eating our pieces of cake, my friend went over to the sink and started drinking from it. “Do you want a cup?” I asked, feeling that my skills as a hostess were lacking. Why did I not offer her something to drink? People always offer others something to drink, especially after something that sweet. The truth is I doubt she was judging me as a hostess and I certainly was not judging her. Yet, I’m sure we both felt awkward at that point.

    Anyhow, the moral of this story is I hate sophistication! My most favorite people to hang around are the people who can open up instantly and do away with all pretenses. Yet that is the exact opposite of me! Now that’s just sad. You’d think that with all my outgoing friends something would rub off. Oh well. There’s always a tomorrow. And there’s still more cake left for me to mess up on another person.

    Saturday, February 03, 2007

    Oh Those Teenage Years

    So, today was my last day being a teenager. I must say, I pretty much spent the whole day playing, except for those few hours that I spent on cleaning for the cleaning check that I did not have. Oh well. This whole week has been a good one. It’s funny. I think I’ve built myself up to this birthday more than any in the past. I’ve told practically everyone (including my service missionaries). Yet, my actually birthday is not going to be very monumental. You see, I don’t mind at all the fact that it’s on a Sunday. The part I mind is the eating dinner alone. Well, I guess I don’t have to necessarily. The alternative requires me watching football, which I actually (gasp) think might be worse. So, I’m cooking for myself tomorrow night. And I never made it to the store today (because I played all day) so my choices for dinner are somewhat limited.

    This wasn’t at all how I wanted this post to turn out. I was really trying to point out how great my teenager years were. I have a lot of people to thank for this past week. However, I really don’t feel like making a list. So I won’t. Just note that this is a happy post. Oh, and it was very difficult for me to stay up this late. I have to blame it on a member of my ward who fed me and insisted on me watching a movie…which I fell asleep through a couple of times:)