Tuesday, April 29, 2008


Welp, I've moved again. I still have not had the same personal roommate for two consecutive semesters except for once when I had the same roommate for Winter and then the following fall (so there was still the summer in between). I don't know if it's me or them.

Last night for FHE we played powerball. One of my current roommates is the grandma, and so I felt obligated to play... especially since she was worried about not having enough girls playing. But in my wayward defense, this is how she describes powerball. "It's probably the most violent game, and that's all I'm going to tell you for now."

Powerball is a second ward tradition (and yet this is the first time I've played it?) It's played in the pool and is pretty fun. There are three rules.

1. You can not intentionally drown anyone.
2. You can not intentionally hurt anyone.
3. You can not move the goal.

Everything else goes. I honestly thought I would be one of those wimpy girls who stood in the back and just watched; but once you get into it, it's actually quite fun. Oh, I guess there's an unspoken 4th rule. The way to make the goal (that might be kind of important) is to sink the ball (we used a football) through the goal (we used a life saver round thing). I never made a goal. I guess I'll just have to play again sometime, despite the whopping bruises I now have.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

I Know My Professor's Name

Once upon there was this guy who's last name was Wilson. I don't even remember his first name. He's the husband of a girl from my freshman ward. Anyway, enough about him, he's not that important in this story.

It just so happens that when I first saw my history professor, I thought he looked like this other guy enough that somehow I got it in my head that his last name was Wilson too. This whole year when people have asked who I had for history, I've said Wilson. No wonder no one's known who I was talking about.

So today was our final. In the slot where it says teacher, I checked to make sure I had the right name and casually put down Wilson. Yes, I did check, but the problem is that whenever I see the name Hodson, I know that's right, so it didn't register in my head that I put down the wrong name. Halfway through the test as I was gazing around for something to distract me, I realized my mistake. I crossed out Wilson and put Hodson. I'm just wondering what my professor thinks ('cause I usually think about stuff like that). So, I put his first name above the crossed out, now-non-existing word and hope that he thinks I messed up on his first name instead.

Okay, so maybe this is lame, but such is the ponderings of someone who absolutely hates taking essay exams.

Monday, April 21, 2008

The Last Hurrah

I still claim that the best ward on campus is the 2nd ward. Sunday night at midnight (so technically Monday morning) people decided to go to Denny's as a last hurrah. All semester I've done a good job at turning people down for late activities, but I couldn't pass this up. I knew that something exciting was going to happen and if I didn't go I would miss it. Never mind the fact that staying up late is not conducive with waking up at five.

Denny's was way busy. They started out by seating us in an area not big enough. It would have been fine if they had just given us some chairs, but they declared that they were out. That made some people a little upset. Luckily our waitress had a good eye and switched us with another group.

Then there was the endless wait for the food. I ordered a milkshake, so my wait wasn't that long, but that's not the point. The other group we had originally switched spots with received their food and left before our food arrived. Of course, it's not like we didn't have enough to entertain ourselves with. There were straw wrappers and sugar packages flying all over the table, as well as crane made out of a cough drop wrapper.

The night was forever sealed upon my memory when one of the guys decided to reach across the table (for a napkin?) knocking over another guy's glass of water that landed directly into my lap. His apology was somewhat smothered by his raging fits of laughter. Trying to make me feel better, he stated that I would never forget the night. Nope, I don't think I shall.

Today I got a free sack lunch. Dare I say that I love finals' week?

Saturday, April 12, 2008


I don't really have much to write about. So instead I'm posting a picture of a llama.

Monday, April 07, 2008

On the way to the library

On the way to the library I got accosted by two guys that turned into six guys and a girl. Now there's a youtube video to be that has me waving my arms and looking like an idiot. (At least I assume that, I haven't actually seen the video).

Other news, my ex-roommates ended up with an extra ticket to conference and invited me to go. I turned them down for a date. I hope my entire family is proud of me...especially my Uncle Ron who I look just like:)

I also realize I never mentioned an update on my roommate. She does exist. She's from the Philippines, but she speaks English well. Does that mean my curse has ended? I have a roommate!

Saturday, April 05, 2008


Last night I went to a bonfire with some friends and friends of friends and virtually a lot of people I don't know. A question (I can't remember what it was) was asked and it brought on the Dating 101 lecture from one of the friends of friends of friends of friends. Everyone reading this is probably a pro at this, so I'm not going to tell you all that I've learned. However, the one thing that surprised me the most was the new definition I learned for "sometime." This is how naive I am. I actually believed that the use of the word "sometime" meant that you did in fact want to do something in the future. True, people use "sometime" all the time and nothing ends up happening, but I figured that was a fluke of living. So the real, hidden meaning of the word is "NEVER!"

The examples he gave made me shudder...because they're TRUE!

Moral of this story: I don't really care. You can all know that when I say something like, "We should do lunch sometime," there is still a flag going in the back of my head saying, "One day I am going to go to lunch." You may think that I mean never, and agree heartily, but woe unto you when sometime actually arrives and I actually do try to have that lunch.

Sorry, it's just a lot of what he said bothered me. I do things constantly without realizing that I'm sending hidden messages. I didn't realize there were so many unspoken rules about dating and such that only a select few of the population know. (So, you all probably already knew the real definition of "sometime," but there were other things he said that others in the audience declared to be news to them).

Anyway, I realize some people prefer pictures to long texts. Sometime I plan on putting up another picture.

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Highlight of My Day

No one likes to look stupid. I think we all agree. This has been the reason for so much turmoil inside my soul for things that are so insignificant and useless to fret over. An example is crossing the street when the red hand is blinking. Technically you aren't supposed to. Obviously that's not going to stop most people. Occasionally it will stop me.

So, I was approaching the stop light (but was still quite a distance away) when I saw that the light was about to turn. I started to quicken my pace, but decided against it. I had just scored 100% on a test and I figured I didn't need to stress about life anymore; I could take a slower pace. So I get to the light and the cross sign is still blinking red. It's okay, I tell myself, it will eventually stay red and then I can wait patiently for it to turn green.

Apparently, this was all the wrong decision. The light turned green for the perpendicular traffic. As a car passed by, I heard a girl screaming, "Why didn't you cross the street? You - ". What was said afterward was muffled. Still, I think this was pretty funny. I'm so sorry that my decision to wait to cross the street caused so much anxiety for that poor girl. Anyway, I thought it was funny that I got yelled at for not crossing the street.

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

April Fools of Course

Nothing I want to talk about has anything to do with April Fools...unless my roommates are playing one on me which I guess could be the case. Anyway, for all intents and purposes, it appears that I will soon have a new roommate...soon as in today...yes I think that's a tad suspicious. However, I've been hearing this rumor for a while now and the supposed candidate for my room was at church on Sunday. (Her fiance is a guy in our ward but even his roommates didn't think she existed until recently). I guess I'll update again after I meet the girl.

Lately I've been feeling like I was back in Russia. One of my greatest of culture shocks was coming home and realizing that I could use the internet in my own room. I wasn't paying for it. I know my parents were, but still, there's a difference between paying a monthly bill and paying every time you need to use it. Well, I'm still not directly paying for internet, but I no longer have such an easy access to it. I've given up on my computer because the last dozen times it has shut off five minutes (at least around there) after I turn it on. No, it has nothing to do with the battery (people always assume that). My computer is rarely unplugged. Anyway, so I always have to used the computers on campus. It's funny, when I've told this to people, many of them have offered me their computers. It's great and all, but I probably won't take them up on the offer. It's just a little awkward to absorb someone else's computer for hours at a time.

Last thing I wanted to mention was the Festival of Colors.

Things didn't go quite as planned and I didn't get quite as colorful as I wanted to, but that only makes me more excited to go...well...sometime in my life again. (The next couple years have been blocked out of my life:)

There you all go. There's another picture of me.