Wednesday, March 26, 2008

The Ride

Once upon a time I had a friend who was involved with the BYU Luau. So, I decided it would be a good idea if I went. I arranged to meet a friend at the Marriott Center at 7:00. However, I got distracted and left kind of late. As I was leaving my apartment, my neighbor was leaving her apartment. She wasn't going to the Luau, but we were headed in the same direction so we decided to walk together.

Well, the moment of our separation was drawing nearer when a car pulled up with the window down. We heard a woman ask, "Is this the Marriott Center?" Why no, it was the Smith Field House. It was actually my companion who said, "No, but if you give her (me) a ride, she'll lead you to it." "Hop in!" came the response.

Here is the point when my parents are going to groan on the floor and wonder how they have taught their daughter so wrong. I got in the car. It was a nice car. The couple was really nice. I lead them to the Marriott Center and they gave me a ride. One of them made the comment that I trusted them. I realized that I was a trusting person... along with a guy in my ward named Dusty who became the moral of our FHE lesson a week ago. (Yes, this is a side note) The moral of the story was that Dusty was the person to steel from because he was a trusting person. It was his own fault, though, because he answered the question wrong.

Anyway, the first thought that came to my mind was, "We're in Utah, of course I'm trusting." And then I thought about it, and that's not really the answer either. Although it is part of it. See, if someone in Russia asked me how to get to the Mormon church and they were all dressed up and held a copy of the Book of Mormon in their hands, I probably would trust him/her too. Please don't steel from me.

Monday, March 24, 2008

Oscar's Night

From the beginning of the school year (so around September) people were talking about Oscar's Night and how important it was. You'd think with that much warning, I would have secured a dress at a reasonable time beforehand. No. I am too much of a procrastinator. AN HOUR AND A HALF before Oscar's Night was supposed to start I was telling my roommates, "I still don't know what I'm going to wear." So I called up a good friend from home who happens to live here in Provo now. Luckily she had a few dresses to spare and brought them all over to my apartment. So, there I was, an hour before the night was to begin, trying on dresses and pleading that one would fit. I just wish I had more time so I could um (cough) modify my dress a little better.

I am currently in the best ward on campus. (Just thought I'd brag a bit). Near the beginning of the semester each of the FHE groups was given the assignment of creating a short film. Oscar's Night is when we get to watch each other's films and dress up and take pictures.

I think this is a good picture of my personality. Here I am, surrounded by five of the best-looking guys in the world and and yet I clueslessly smile at the camera because I don't know what else to do. I'm so lame!

Oh, and the green wrist band symbolizes that I haven't done my visiting teaching for the month. I'm also a sinner.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

We is Friends

My roommate had this random piece of paper sitting on our postum table (we don't drink coffee). The poem or whatever it is is probably copyrighted, but as I don't know where it comes from, I can't tell you. Anyway, I thought this was great. It reads:

We is Friends!

Me And You Is Friends.
You Smile, I Smile....
You Hurt, I Hurt....
You Cry, I Cry....
You Jump Off a Bridge....

I'm Gonna Miss You

Monday, March 17, 2008

Happy St. Patrick's Day

Today a sister missionary read to me an Irish blessing in exchange for some trash can liners. The blessing went something like this:

"May those who love us, love us. And for those who don't love us, may God turn their hearts. And if He doesn't turn their hearts, may he turn their ankles so that we may know them by their limping."

It just so happens that one of my home teachers is limping:) He just had knee surgery, so it's excused.

Thursday, March 13, 2008


My computer has basically been down all week. I've reconciled myself in the need to do homework on campus. Life goes on. However, what do you do if the computers on campus won't let you take the necessary quizzes? And why won't they for crying out loud?

Wednesday, March 12, 2008


Trust is an interesting thing. How many times does a person have to let you down before you stop trusting him/her? I'd wager there isn't a set amount. The amount declines with experience. However, I seem to be naive enough to let people roll all over me again and again. I never quite learn the lesson the first time and need to be reminded of it. This is seen in my everyday life and in my work.

It seems there are always those sisters at the MTC who are always late. Each week I plan on telling them, "You really can't be late. You are preparing to be a missionary and you are wasting my time as I have to sit around and wait for you. How am I supposed to know that you'll even show up?" (Yes, there are some sisters who never show up). Of course, I've never said anything like that. The most I've ever gotten to was the first sentence, "You really shouldn't be late." Usually, however, I don't say anything of the sort. Usually they come in with, "Sorry we're late," and I respond, "It's okay," despite the fact that moments before I was screaming inside my head.

Now, this post is not really a result of a bad missionary experience today. It's the result of yet again, putting my trust in someone that...well...could do better at earning it. I'm lucky to have friends that will stand with me in a moment of crisis. I just wish that moment of crisis never came.

Thursday, March 06, 2008

Who Are You Going To Call

Today I made a new friend at work. His name is Burt. Burt is a ghost buster. I happen to think that's pretty cool. He just showed up today unannounced. I guess he was supposed to be in my building the entire time, but he got lost in 3M. You'd think he wouldn't have been allowed in 3M because 3M has been a sisters' building for the last thousand years.

Yeah, I know I'm lame. One day I'll actually make real friends at work instead of vacuum cleaners. But hey, I'm way excited to be working with a ghost buster. There are some pleasures in life that you probably have to be a custodian to enjoy. Or maybe you just have to be easily amused.

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

BYUSA Elections

They told me if I voted for BYUSA president in the Wilkinson Terrace I would get a free shirt. I went, but I didn't see any shirts. I basically had to steel the "I voted" sticker because the person handing them out wasn't at her post. I feel cheated. Oh, but I did see a friend campaigning for people I didn't vote for. If I hadn't voted in the terrace, I wouldn't have seen him. Thus, life is not all bad.

Saturday, March 01, 2008

Does He Love Me?

Research Question: Does he love me?
Evidence: He sent me two dozen long stem red roses.
Conclusion: He loves me.

This is what we learn in statistics. Yes, I'm serious. This was in my lesson for today.