Friday, February 29, 2008

A Comfort Zone

You know those people who can't sleep anywhere except their own bed? I am not one of them. I can sleep anywhere. However, homework is very different. People talk about going to the library to do homework. That's not me. The best place for me to do homework is on my own bed or somewhere in the apartment.

Here's the problem: my computer likes to break down on Fridays. I haven't quite figured out why. It works all week long and then breaks down and runs slow on the weekend. When I figure it out, I'll let you all in on the secret. It just so happens that my stats homework is due every Friday. I have not learned the art of not procrastinating yet, so I'm sitting here with five hours until the due time with barely a few questions answered. And I can't think. This is not my computer. So I'm blogging. Oh well.

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Conspiracy Theories

Okay, I’m going to write this real quick and then forget all about conspiracy theories for at least the rest of the semester. We know conspiracies exist. They existed in the times of old and they will continue to exist until Christ comes again.

However, 2 Nephi 1:7 states:

“Wherefore, this land is consecrated unto him whom he shall bring. And if it so be that they shall serve him according to the commandments which he hath given, it shall be a land of liberty unto them; wherefore, they shall never be brought down into captivity; if so, it shall be because of iniquity; for if iniquity shall abound cursed shall be the land for their sakes, but unto the righteous it shall be blessed forever.”

I don’t think I need to tell any of you that the wickedness has become a little more common in recent years. My point is that we don’t need to fear. I like to worry about every little thing and I really shouldn’t. The Lord is at the helm. He’s always been there. He always will be.

Note to conspiracy theories: GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

Wednesday, February 27, 2008


In room 215 in 2M the bed frame had a piece sticking out. I'm not entirely sure the mechanics of this seeing how none of the other bed frames have pieces sticking out. Anyway, I ran into it with all the force of a custodian rushing to her next assignment and cut my shin. Not very exciting, but very painful. I vowed never to do it again. Two minutes later I ran into it with my other leg. This other leg may not have gotten as bad a cut, but it happened to be bruised from a week and a half ago when a guy kicked me playing frisbee (not on purpose...and I don't think he even realized it). Yes it hurt.

I made sure to warn my sister missionaries about this bed frame. Unfortunately they didn't understand my warning.

Heed the warning: bed frame injuries hurt.

Monday, February 25, 2008

The Repercussions From One Class (and more)

Procrastination really is not the way to succeed in life. Sadly, as much as I say this, I never actually apply this.

In order to finish a midterm for one class, I found myself skipping two classes this morning. Do not fear; I’m on good terms with the teacher in one of my classes and will be able to go to another of his sections tomorrow (not that I wouldn’t be able to do this if I wasn’t on good terms, but the fact is that I am).

However, I also happen to have a lab for my statistics class at the same time as his other section. Well, my statistics class is technically online, and thus I don’t have to go to lab or lecture. However, we were supposed to get our test results back in lab last week, but Tuesday didn’t exist last week and I’m not going to be there tomorrow. So, I’m going to have to go to something, somewhere, and figure out how to get my test results.

Basically, because of one class, three other classes were affected. However, now let’s go to the next story. Last week I missed a class (the optional statistics activity that really doesn’t matter). So, my plan is to go to the other section of that tomorrow too. So, tomorrow I’m going to two classes that I’m not supposed to go to and skipping the one class I should go to.

Totally irrelevant, but my other Russian class was canceled today. I don’t know why. All of a sudden a different teacher walked in, said something about Wednesday and not to read a few pages (usually teachers tell you to read material, but our teacher likes us not to read some material). Thus, all my classes are going haywire right now. Or I’m the one going haywire…but such is life.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Got To Get My Endings Straight

I'm going to teach you all a Russian grammar rule (just what you all want). The past tense is the easiest thing to conjugate in Russian. If it's a guy you end in l(л), if it's a girl you end in la(ла), if its plural you end in lee(ли), and if it's neuter you end in lo(ло). It really is quite simple. However, for some reason, whenever I'm talking to a boy I always end in la, and whenever I'm talking about myself, I always end without the a. I don't know why it's so difficult for me to get it right. It just naturally pops out wrong every time.

Friday, February 22, 2008

A Roommate

One of my roommates just got her wisdom teeth out. So, to help out, her mom came up to stay with her and take care of her. My roommate's room-roommate moved into my room so that her mom could stay in her room with her. So, I have a roommate for the weekend. It's hard to give up your own room when you've become used to it.

On another note, I think the skies know when I plan on doing laundry...and then it snows.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

I Should Have Gone to Class

I hate cleaning checks. They make me lose years of my life even though they really are no big deal. The time was 12:40. My class started at 1 o’clock. I should have quit and gone to class, but instead I decided to keep cleaning to the end. I finished within the next half hour. You’d think I would go to class, but there is something wrong with me. I’d rather skip a class then be late. So now it’s 1:30 and I’m feeling more guilty than pleasure of being done for the day. At least it's an optional class, and at least I have the opportunity to go to the other section's activity on Tuesday. Still, what a waste of a Thursday.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Farewell to Tuesday

I like BYU. I understand why they switch the days around, but I am not a fan. Tuesdays and Thursdays I have only one class...and it's optional. So, as you can see, BYU hasn't really helped me at all this week. They told me that they were giving me Monday off, but what they were really doing was switching one of my free days with one of my busy days, creating two busy days in a row. Oh well, I shouldn't complain. I should only kick myself for not going down to visit my sister like I said I would. Sorry. At least I got time and a half at work. And I got to hear an older gentleman say "сто пятьдесят шесть" (I asked him what room he was living in).

Sunday, February 17, 2008

The Real Purpose of Visiting Teachers

My visiting teachers said they were coming over at 4:30. At 4:35 there was a knock at the door. I exited my room so I could greet them, but they were not the ones who walked inside. No, the walkers were instead my roommate’s home teachers. I instantly realized that my visiting teachers and her home teachers could not both occupy the couches and spot lights at the same time. No, no, no, it would seem that the more logical thing to do would have my visiting teachers come into my room. That meant I had to gather all the papers on the floor and stuff them under my bed. So there you go, the real purpose of visiting teachers is to help you stay organized and keep your room clean. And they succeeded.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

My Valentine

Last night, at the behest of our Relief Society President, the EQ cut out hearts and decorated all the girls' apartments with hearts and love notes. Imagine my surprise to read addressed to me:

" tall, tall tall, high rooftop. Oh so hot right now. From Russia With Love"

You know, I don't think I've ever received a love note from an entire country before.

Okay, more details to the story include:
I was one of the few girls who knew this was going to happen.
I probably cut out the heart that it was written on.
I know who all was involved.

Monday, February 11, 2008

How Did You Find Me

No, I don't have anything of note to say. Instead I’m going to tell you a story. Once upon a time there lived a girl who was rather interesting. (I know, what a greatly descriptive word). We have a class together. I also happen to have a class with her roommate. Today she was supposed to meet her roommate to give her some medication. Well, she was late and her roommate suffered the entire class long. At the end of the class the roommate went off to find the girl and I decided to follow since our class together was next.

I saw her before she noticed me. I asked, “Are you coming to class today?” She looked up and said, “Oh, how did you find me?” No, she did not go to class with me.

Moral: Umm, yeah, think hard. I can't really come up with one either.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

The Sad News

Sunday one of my visiting teachers asked what kind of dessert I wanted for my birthday. The thought that came to mind was that I wanted ice cream cake. I relayed that to her not thinking she would be able to make it for me. She got this deep expression on her face and replied, “Actually, I can.” Conveniently for me, she happens to be dating/almost engaged to one of my home teachers. So all my visiting and home teachers got together to present me with this wonderful supreme cake.

Today I offered some cake to the woman who made it possible, my visiting teacher. She then got a sad look on her face and told me she couldn’t eat ice cream. That's an incredibly depressing thought.

Random Note: I feel different now that I’m 21. It’s strange, but one of my former roommates also mentioned feeling differently when she turned 21. I think there’s magic in that age.

Sunday, February 03, 2008

Taking Out the Trash

Every week we have opportunities to write love notes to people in our ward. Then guys go around to all the girls’ apartments and girls go around to all the guys’ apartments to sing the love notes (or at least one note per apartment).

The wonderful love note boys also like to take out the trash. I’m cool with it. My roommate absolutely hates it and battles with them every week. Today I went to a miniature party after ward prayer and thus did not go home right away. When I was walking to the door I noticed that the love note boys were there. The door opened and our trash bag got stranded on the outside. No one was paying attention, so I grabbed the bag and took it out. When I made it back to my apartment, the love note boys were still there singing. I came in like I had just gotten home and listened politely. It was soon time for the boys to leave and I knew I had to get out of there fast. I made it into my room before I heard the terrified cries of, “Where did the garbage go? It was right here! Someone stole your trash!”

The cries died down and I came outside to let my roommates know what I had done. They, of course, broke into laughter, and one of my roommates said, “You know Caleb is still here.” True enough, he came out our kitchen with accusation written all over his face. So, I didn’t get away with it in the long run. Still, it was hilarious (at least for me).


When I’m walking by myself, I sometimes play games to keep myself entertained. One such game is to try and step every time the person ahead of me steps. This game is rather short-lived because most people walk at a slower pace making me go slower. However, they take larger steps and end up getting way ahead of me, ruining my game.

As I was walking today, there was no one ahead of me, but there were footprints in the snow. I tried to step so that my right foot would match the previous left foot and vice versa. Unfortunately, I ran across the same problem. I am short. My foot strides are smaller. I couldn’t do it. If I hadn’t been carrying a binder and my scriptures, I may have hopped, but I didn’t want to fall. It was snowing. It’s still snowing. I hope it stops before tomorrow morning. I don’t want to die on my way to work.