Saturday, April 28, 2007

Home Again

Last night, instead of going back to my apartment after picking up my dad from the airport, we decided to continue traveling homeward. Some of you might be gasping in exasperation while thinking, “Why didn’t you check the ride board?” Well, I did. I checked it, copied down the information for potential passengers, and then decided I liked the idea of traveling with my dad better. It was his idea to just continue on home once he was picked up. I initially rejected the idea, but I usually come back to ideas that I initially reject.

We got home before 2:00 pm. That was pretty exciting. Ha ha, yesterday I thought I’d be still in Nevada. Usually I get home in the evening. The day is still young at 2. Now the question is what shall I do? Unpack? All right. Shower first, though.

Friday, April 27, 2007

Not So Quick Break

Okay, it’s my last day in Utah. Of course I’m packing. However, I thought I’d take a break and quickly write something. I’m not quite sure what though. This week has been pretty crazy. Hey, this semester has been pretty crazy. I’m way excited to be a step closer to going to Russia. I’m also excited to go home and try and connect with some old friends. It never happens though. I wonder how much I can cram into two weeks though. Hey, I’ve crammed a lot into this week. That was ultimately exciting…except I now don’t have enough time to clean and pack and still feel good about everything. Oh well. By this time tomorrow I’ll…well…I could be anywhere from Elko to Reno depending on how early my start is tomorrow. Of course, then you have to define what “this time” means. Is it simply at 3:10? Or is it 3:10 Utah time, but 2:10 Nevada time? Oh well. I should get back to packing.

Monday, April 23, 2007

Wanderings of a Person: Me

Yes, you read that right: wanderings not wonderings. There are times when I use my feet instead of my head. Well, no, I did use my head; but I then ignored it. I wanted to turn a final into a teacher to whose office I have never been. I knew I needed to check a map first, but I chose to push my luck. Well, needless to say I went in the wrong direction. I started going south, but then I turned west. I should have kept going south, silly me. Anyway, I turned around and started from the beginning.

After gaining my bearings and heading south, I arrived at my intended destination. I entered the door, wondering which direction I should take. To my amazement I found the wanted door right in front of me down the corridor. I approached and knocked. No answer. I looked around to see if there happened to be a box I could just leave my final in, but to no avail. I turned to go; but then decided I would try one more time. I pulled out my cell phone and rang my teacher’s office. All of sudden this alarm went off and I thought for sure that cell phones were not aloud in the building. Backing up as an impulse, I glanced at a door opposite my teachers. It had a keypad on it and I swear the red button on it was glowing. The alarm also ceased to sound at that moment, so I assumed somehow my phone had set off the key pad. Then the alarm sounded again and I realized that it was coming from inside my professor’s office. No joke, his phone had the most obnoxious sound to it. You could honestly mistake it for a gunshot from a video game if you were dense enough. (Of course, I was dense enough to think I had set off an alarm).

Well, no one answered the door, so I had to admit defeat. Come on, I’m not stupid enough to slip my FINAL under the door and hope he sees it. (I mean, just because I happen to think that security is after me…)

Well, it wasn’t a total loss. I mean, if someone happens to ask what door Professor Hess is walking out of in Jewels of the Jungle, I can now tell them. I can even say, “I’ve been there!”

Do not fret; the adventure is not over yet. I decided I would go home the way I have done many times. It involves cutting through a mysterious building…a.k.a. the unfinished part of the JKHB. I walked in and instantly heard Spanish over what I thought was the loud speaker. I instantly assumed it was some sort of warning message that had already gone through in English was now being repeated in Spanish. I kept walking, thinking that since I couldn't understand what it was saying I could remain unaccountable. Wrong again! It was the radio. Apparently the construction workers like to listen to the radio when there are no students around.

Okay, now the adventure is over.

Monday, April 16, 2007

Where is My Mind

Today I realized that it was already April. April means that I need to register for classes for fall. I’ve spent so much time thinking about the summer that I forgot that there is life after Russia. My priority registration day was April 12th. It’s April 16th. Say goodbye to my junior status advantage. I don’t even know what classes I want in the fall. The only set one has always been Russia. There were only three slots left in a class that I am available to make (that is assuming that I get my job back in the fall…which sounds a little iffy right now).

What am I majoring in? I still don’t freaking know. I think this is when I go through one more semester and then I run away on a mission. Whoever thought of a mission as running away? Well, now you’ve met someone who thinks that way…kind of.

Today I signed a contract for fall. Yes, I signed only for fall. How did I do that? Well, I bought the fall portion of a year-long contract that someone else bought. She was really happy to find out that I would be buying her contract; but it means we’ll never be roommates. This way, I’m free to go on a mission as soon as possible.

Dang it, I’m really frustrated with myself right now. Time is slipping away and I’m not getting things done. I need to decide on my schedule for next fall. How do I do that when I’m still so very lost?

So, a quote from Lord of the Rings entered to my head. Unfortunately, I don’t remember it word for word; but I’ll do my best. Frodo asks Gandalf, “To what shall I steer?” The answer: “Toward danger.” I wish that meant something to me. It sounds cool; but how do you apply it? (And there’s always the answer that The Lord of the Rings is not the bible. I should probably not treat it as such).

Anyway, I should probably stop writing here and start planning for next semester.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

The Phone Call

Usually if my landline rings it is for my roommate. She doesn’t have a cell phone, so that’s just how one gets a hold of her. If someone wants to talk with me, they call my cell phone. I don’t like it, but it’s what happens. Because of this, I’ve taken up the habit of not answering the landline. Today, I figured I would give the landline another shot.

The phone rang. I answered. Drum roll please. The person on the other end was none other than my ex-roommate calling from Jerusalem. Oh, it was so fun to hear her voice. She’s coming back, obviously. I mean, she can’t stay in Jerusalem forever; although I think she’d like to. On Thursday night I’ll have a room roommate again.

After talking for a while, she told me that Shalayne was there, and she gave the phone to her. Shalayne got on the phone and said, “Hello mommy.” Oh, it made me happy. See, I am an FHE group leader in my ward. (I think I’ve mentioned that before). Of the 44 students who got into Jerusalem this semester, three were from our ward. Of the three from our ward, two were from my family. I feel like a pretty special mother. Okay, okay, I know, I didn’t really raise these wonderful people; but I still like to say that. I think I have special family.

Yeah, so I got a call from Jerusalem. I think that’s pretty cool. Oh, and in Becca’s defense, she had tried calling at an earlier time, but this was the first time that we actually connected. So what if it happens to be at the end of the semester. Anyway, this made my day.

Friday, April 13, 2007

Spring Break

About a week ago it hit me that the semester was ending. There are still so many things left to do. I’m not ready for it all to end yet. I panicked. This last week has been so good.

Last Friday night my sister came to stay with me. On Monday, my parents drove up. They’re both teachers and have Spring Break. I was worried that they would try to steal my attention too much like they did last year. Actually, things worked out pretty well. There was only one day that they threw off my groove. It’s kind of a funny story…at least it is in my head.

I wasn’t really all that tired to be honest. It was Tuesday, and for some reason I thought I’d take a nap. I set my alarm to wake me up in an hour. Well, the alarm rang and I must have pressed the snooze, but I can not remember it at all. Either before or after that, my mom called. This, too, I can’t remember. They (she, my dad, and my sister) were coming over. Because I was talking to them on the phone, they thought I was coherent. Well, I wasn’t. They came and I was still in bed. The most annoying was my sister who was trying to wake me up and saying at the same time how she was going to take a nap. Stuff like this doesn’t make sense to a zombie. Slowly, but surely, I got out of bed to help my mom out with a few things. She then tried to give me some pineapple. I was unsure where this was coming from. I mean, I like pineapple, but I wasn’t sure why mom was randomly trying to give me some. After talking with my sister later I found out that I had requested it on the phone.

Tuesday night we went out to eat as a family. I had originally tried to tell everyone that I was busy Tuesday nights. My mom was totally fine with that. The original plan was to eat out Wednesday night. Then my sister, who apparently was not aware of our plans, accepted a date for Wednesday. She remained unwilling for compromise. The choice was left to me: eat with the entire family and miss the Soviet Union, or eat out on Wednesday missing a valuable member of our family. It was a very dramatic moment.

As much as I’d like to say that it was a tough decision, it actually worked out pretty well. Another thing that was bothering me was that I have not visited the TRC at all this semester. I had this thought of having to give a talk in church in Russia. This was part of the afore-mentioned panic. I made a resolution that I was going to go to the TRC this week. And then I remembered that my family was going to be in town. I couldn’t ask for both Tuesday and Wednesday away from them. As it turned out, I didn’t go to the TRC. I went to the LRC instead. Same dif.

Then Thursday they left when I was at work. When I came home from school my roommate’s mom mentioned how she was able to say goodbye to my family. I kind of felt cheated. Oh well, what can you do?

Then we come to today. My dad called. I guess that means they made it home safely, although that wasn’t why he called.

I was going to go to the ward closing social. Then I got caught up in watching Shada. I don’t know. There’s just something about letting your brain go brain-dead for a few hours. Of course, my computer kept giving me problems. I still haven’t finished it yet, but I plan to after I post this.

That just reminds me of something my cousin said a while back. He said that he was going to start a club for those people who watch movies without reading the books. Instantly I felt guilty because I knew that that was a club that I fit into. Then he mentioned The Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, and Eragon. Interestingly enough, I’ve read all of them. It made me feel happy. I’m not a complete mess-up in this world. (That’s related because I was thinking about how I haven’t read Shada or Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy).

Okay, I’m going to go on being brain-dead for a bit.

Friday, April 06, 2007

So Now I Know What Happened to Pluto

In my physical science class today, my professor explained to us why Pluto is no longer being considered a planet. Apparently Pluto is unlike all of the other planets in the Solar System, or so we all thought. Scientists, including my professor, discovered a lot of other formations that were just like Pluto. (Actually, I think they were referring to some moons of other planets, which would mean they didn’t discover them, they only discovered that they were like Pluto). They all got together and decided that in order for Pluto to retain its status, the other formations had to be upgraded to the title of “planet” too. Everyone had a fit. How in the world could they expect for school children to memorize the names of fifty planets? There you go. Pluto has been cast out of the elite group in order to benefit the school children. And we all thought those scientists were just being heartless.

Whatever happened to Planet X anyway? I think I actually did ask someone that and I think I actually did get an answer; but I don’t remember.

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Hair Ties

Why do my hair ties keep disappearing? Hmm, so if you know me, you probably have realized that I don’t put my hair up in a pony tail very often. I actually have a good excuse for this. (Or at least I consider it a good excuse). I have a sensitive head. If I wear my hair up the entire day, I get a headache. Don’t accuse me of putting it up too tight because if I don’t then it falls out! If I wear it up for half a day, then I get to walk around for a half a day with a kink in my hair. So there, why wear my hair up?

However, when I brush my teeth and wash my face, I know no greater way of keeping the hair out of my face than using a hair tie. If any of you know a better way, please do tell. I once tried tucking my hair in the back of my shirt, but it’s not quite as effective. Strands fall out. I once was able to put my hair up with a chopstick, but for some reason I can’t do that anymore. I think that’s because I’ve upgraded to straitening my hair, and now it’s too slick. (Of course, I’m really no expert on hair).

Getting back to the point: if I only ever use hair ties in the bathroom, where do they keep disappearing to? You know, they’re kind of like pencils. You buy them in bulk and slowly they disappear. Then, when you get to only a few left, you go and buy them in another bulk. It’s probably the same with bobby pins, but as I never wear them I wouldn’t know. I do see them everywhere though; and they’re not the type of things you ask for back. They’re one of those things that once you loan out you never expect back. That’s also true with pencils, I suppose, but I’ve always been a pencil nazi. Or, at least I was until I got my favorite pencil broken; now I only ever hand out unwanted pencils.

But they’re not like pencils! I just looked around my room and found plenty of pencils, but only one hair tie! The problem with all these pencils, though, is that all their erasers are used. The hair tie was brand new because I just took it out of the pack. Hmm, so if you’ve read this far you’re either very bored or…very bored. Or maybe you’re my sister who declared that she’ll probably read all my posts while I’m in Russia so she can get her “Rie-fix.” Note to sister: you are amazing. If you happen to read this before I get to Russia, good for you. If you happen to never read this, oh well. I think this post is a combination of not wanting to write my geography paper and knowing that I should probably do it before going to bed. Yikes! Look at the time!

Monday, April 02, 2007

The End of Worry

Joy is finding out that all your worry has been in vain. I think one of the traits I picked up from some of my siblings is constantly worrying. No, I don’t worry about normal things; I worry about seemingly meaningless details.

There is such a relief in my soul. I hate contention. I hate thinking that people feel enmity towards me. Finding out that life does go on is so refreshing. There is understanding. There is love and peace in this world. You can’t imagine the difference between these last few moments and my entire weekend.

The weekend! Oh, it was so good. My cousin came up for his mission reunion. He brought his little sister with him (who also happens to be my cousin if you didn’t pick that up). She stayed with me through the weekend. I’ve decided I’m not really a good host at all. I’m not as relaxed as I once thought I was. Oh well. I hung out with my cousins pretty much the entire weekend long (more than just the two that came up).

Yeah, I know, this doesn’t really make sense. Basically my entire weekend was good except for the parts that weren’t. However, I also had something nagging at my soul that I didn’t really feel like I could share with anyone. Today my roommate came back and my life is going to continue onward. (My roommate and her mom usually go up to Salt Lake for the weekends in case you were wondering from where she came back). There is one less thing for me to worry about.