Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Song of the Day

Yesterday in my economics class, my professor showed us this video. It makes me happy for some strange reason. And it probably came just in time to save me from getting bored with macro.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Glutton For Punishment

Blog blog blog. This morning I had three things to post about. Then I went to the Carl Bloch exhibit and thought there would be no ending to my post today.

Then I sat down to write. I wrote. Then I erased. I wrote some more. Then I erased everything. Now I am here. The Carl Bloch exhibit was really good. It has nothing to do with being glutton for punishment.

Have you ever done something that you were excited about and actually wanted to pat yourself on the back for doing; then, after thinking about it, you realized you had ruined your life and that the assassins would start plotting your demise at any second? Well, neither have I. My life is not that dramatic. But sometimes I wonder why I can never think in the moment instead of after the moment has passed.

And I worry too much about things that don't really matter. And then I apologize too much for worrying and for what I'm worrying about. Yuck.

Monday, January 17, 2011

On vuole und lei hochet

Sometimes I like to talk to myself in Italian to remind myself that I still speak it. Sometimes I talk to myself in Russian. Sometimes I forget what language I'm speaking and I'm just happy it isn't English. Unfortunately, that's not good for communication.

Shortly after I got back from my mission, a friend of mine talked about how he had this roommate who would fake forgetting English. His theory: the roommate just wanted to show off that he spoke another language. My theory: the roommate actually wanted to remember the other language so he tried to keep it at the fore-tip of his tongue. Thanks for judging him. I'm glad that people always look for the worst in others.

I was not sent to Italy on a mission to learn how to cook. If I was, then someone upstairs is really disappointed. So far I think my food experiments are just as bad as they were before the mission. The only difference is that I think I'm losing my ability to wolf down unpleasantness.

I need to do homework.

Did you know that there is an exhibit in the MOA that is scientific? The hallway is dedicated to my Uncle Seth. Actually he would be my mom's Uncle Seth. I don't know what that makes him to me. Anyway, the exhibit is actually pretty cool. So if you're like me and you really have no appreciation for art, but you like to play and you're forced into the MOA, I recommend that hallway. Good luck. (Note: I am not dissing art in any way, I am simply insinuating that there exists some people who don't appreciate it as much as others.)

Wednesday, January 12, 2011


Yesterday there were a ton of elders that left off of the second floor. As missionaries leave the MTC, sometimes they realize that there are more important things for them to take to their missions than junk food. So they leave their junk food behind for the poor starving custodians. I went home with a lot of candy. I decided I needed to share. But who to share with? Somehow I came up with the idea to turn the day into "Say Hi to Aubry Day." If you said hi to Aubry, you got a dove chocolate.

Reasons for not getting a dove chocolate:
1. if you were a random professor that I haven't ever seen before
2. if you said "How's it going" instead of a salutation (I know, I should have given it to him, but he was also in the middle of helping a student so really I just didn't want to ruin the learning atmosphere with craziness)
3. if I just wasn't paying enough attention to recognize whether you actually saluted me or simply started talking
4. earphones. I hate being blocked out by earphones. I probably should have given it to him too, but I couldn't.

Let's see, I gave out 14 doves to different people. I feel guilty for 6 doves that were not given out (usually because of reason 3).

Lastly but very important. There came a time while doing math homework that I decided I was tired of math and very hungry. And what do you know, I had a lot of chocolate in my pocket. So I decided to eat one. The inspirational message on the inside: "Build a bridge and get over it!" Thank you dove for your consoling words as I struggle in math.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Complaining Again

So I've taken up the habit of venting on my blog. If you're tired of that, feel free to not read on.

You know when you want to complain but you know what you have to complain about is so small no one will ever pity you. In fact, in a day you will forget about it. However, in the moment when feelings are fresh you feel like the world has ended and your Eternal Salvation is at stake. Yeah, that's how I feel right now.

Summary of events: I was talking to a good looking guy. Other guy (not as noteworthy) notices me and starts coming into the conversation. I walk away from both of them awkwardly. And then I realize that because I had wanted to walk with good looking guy, I had gone the wrong way. I ended with basically walking on a hillside of snow and dodging traffic. Oh the things I do for guys that they will never appreciate because they will never know.

Friday, January 07, 2011

Yo! I'm offended! Listen to me!

I know I probably talk about gay rights more than I should. Truly, I don't hate these people. I just think its ridiculous the kinds of things they try to throw at us. Well, we all know the deal. The squeaky wheel gets the oil. Normally I'm a very passive person. I don't get offended easily. However, I almost want to say that I'm offended just so someone will listen to me!

According to this, the words "mother" and "father" are going to be replaced by "Parent 1" and "Parent 2." I'm not entirely sure how this is an improvement. Which one is parent 1? Is that the head or neck of the family. If I'm the mother and they put me in the "Parent 2" position, I'm going to feel second class. I don't see why the father should feel anymore secure being #2. What makes you number one...really. Okay, you say, well let's call them "Parent X" and "Parent Y." Looky there, that's discriminatory too! You can't win! Please understand this. You're going to trip on someone's toes eventually. Stop trying to cater to the squeaky wheels if they're just going to make more messes. (Note: being Parent B as opposed to Parent A would also make me uneasy).

Honestly, I feel ridiculous arguing over what to call the parents on a passport. It's a word. But what it symbolizes is the downfall of our society. I'm sorry, but we can't be afraid of offending people. If we sugar coat it all right now, we're just leading them and ourselves down to hell. Was that strong? Jacob 2:2,10 reads, "Now, my beloved brethren, I, Jacob, according to the responsibility which I am under to God, to magnify mine office with soberness, and that I might rid my garments of your sins, I come up into the temple this day that I might declare unto you the word of God...But nothwithstanding the greatness of the task, I must do according to the strict commands of God, and tell you concerning your wickedness and abominations, in the presence of the pure in heart, and the broken heart, and under the glance of the piercing eye of the Almighty God."

I'm not saying we need to tell everyone that they are sinners. We all are sinners. Not all of us are prophets and have been commanded to do such things. However, we are required to love our neighbors. Love is something I support whole-heartedly. Love the sinner. That's one of the hardest things, especially when you feel that your own rights are being taken away.

I believe in eternal families. Unfortunately for some, I believe that families can only be eternal if they adhere to the principles of God. My family means everything for me. I hope one day people can understand what family means to our Heavenly Father.

Wednesday, January 05, 2011

The Good News and the Bad News

The good news is I ran into my super hot ex-TA.

The bad news is that I called him the wrong name...the name of the TA for the other class period.

That makes sense right, he only has 40 names to remember. But me, on the other hand, I have to remember a whole 2 names. Yeah, I'm pathetic.

There is Always Hope

I usually work from 6-10 am Monday through Friday. This semester, however, I have a class at 9 that is only offered at 9. So, I've arranged with my supervisor that I will leave Mon, Wed, Fri at 8:30 and I will work Saturdays to try and make up some hours.

This morning my supervisor was sick. That shouldn't surprise anyone because EVERYONE is sick.

In my head I divide my work day into two pieces. From 6 to 7:30 I work on the first floor to get stuff done that must be done before 8. From 7:30 to 10 I work on floors 3 and 4 where the sisters live. So with my reduced schedule I will be doing in one hour what I normally have 2 and 1/2 hours to do. (Insert smiley face). The good thing about the MTC is that all of the missionaries do service for an hour and fifteen minutes. Everyday I get sister missionaries to help me clean the top two floors.

Today I was supposed to have 6 sisters at 7:30 and 2 sisters at 8. At 7:15, three sisters find me. They explain how one sister just got out of the emergency room, one sister is sick and shouldn't be around chemicals, and one sister has a doctor's appointment. I wasn't going to get any of my six sisters at 7:30. "It's okay," I told them. "I can do this," I told myself.

Wednesday is the day new missionaries come in. Yesterday right before leaving work I realized that I had been cleaning the wrong rooms where missionaries were going to come into. I looked at the list of rooms. Well, most of them have been empty for some time, so maybe they got cleaned over the break. All would be well.

I got up to the fourth floor. The garbage was overflowing. There was linen in the hallway. There were huge crumbs scattered on the floor. There were boxes piled high that needed to be taken to recycling. Glancing in the bathrooms revealed toilet paper on the floor and sinks that needed to be wiped down. First priority: check the rooms. I open room #1. Dirty linen. Room #2: dirty linen still there. Room #3, most of the linen had been removed along with the pillows. I still have an hour. I'll work on the rooms, I'll have my two missionaries at 8 take out trash and we'll see what else can get done.

8 rolls around and I am finished putting clean linen in all the rooms. The rooms don't look spectacular, but they are clean enough. Now where are my sisters. I vacuum the floor because its bothering me. 8:05. Sisters you can't be late. I have to go in less than a half hour. 8:07. Maybe I should start stocking? Then they show up. Hurray. I'm saved. What's this? Your companion who is not speaking is sick? You think she should take a nap? You're not allowed to be sick when everyone else is including my supervisor. No I didn't tell her that. I may have complained to them for a few minutes, but I ended with asking them take the linen in the hallway that I had refused to take down on principle. (Who leaves dirty linen in the hallway? Please, if you know it needs to go downstairs, take it down yourself!)

By this time I have about 15 minutes before I have to go. "I can do this. I can do this," were the words that onlookers (or onlooker) would be able to hear coming from me as I raced up and down the floor. First thing: sanitary liners. Then if I can collect the trash, I can ask my male coworker to have the elders take it out. When I am almost done changing the sanitary liners, I hear a voice. "Can I help you?" "YES!" I practically shout. Wait, who is this? This is not a custodial worker. This is not even a missionary doing service. "Do you have time?" I ask. "My companion is sick," she replies. We like sick companions now don't we. "Okay," I tell her, "collect all the trash on this floor into one spot and I'm going to run to the third floor."

That was when I cried. When all looked bleak and dull, a sister missionary came to my rescue. After I finished gathering the trash on the third floor I heard another voice. "I found you!" This is from my coworker from another building. Her building is usually low maintenance, so she had come over to help. "You can do whatever you want," I told her, "because it all needs to be done." The last thing I did before leaving was I went back to the fourth floor, found the sister, and gave her the biggest hug possible.

Long story short: I hope none of you have female friends entering the MTC today because if they come to 4M it probably doesn't look the best. However, when it's obvious that you can't do it by yourself, there will always be someone to help.

I made it to class on time, just in case you were wondering.

Tuesday, January 04, 2011


Complain complain complain complain! I don't get dating life. Half of me says I should give up and resolve to never marry. The other half says I need to actually give people a chance before telling them off. Half of me says not to waste people's time. Half of me says that if I always think I'm wasting the other person's time, then I'll never give him a real chance. Half of me doesn't have a clue what's going on...and neither does the other half.

Today I was catching my coworker up on my dating life. I came up with the conclusion, "I am just not attracted to the type of guy who would like me." Her response: "That's kind of being negative on yourself." Yes, it is. (Note: that's not to say that I don't like every guy I've ever gone on a date with, because that's not true). You know, when it comes to dating I feel like I have the mentality of a 17 year-old. It's a shame that my body grows faster than my brain. doesn't necessarily. I mean, I could probably get by saying I was a few years younger. Maybe I'm just a mutated human who grows slower. I kind of like that. No I'm not weird or strange, I'm just a mutant!

Saturday, January 01, 2011

Happy New Year

So the date is 1/1/11. That means I have to write something so I can have that date stamped on my blog. Unfortunately I wasn't up to speed enough to get the time to be 11:11, or 1:11, or 11:01, or anything else cool like that. Oh well, you take what you get.

Update of my life: I went home for Christmas. I had an awesome time with family. Unfortunately time keeps flowing despite how much fun we're having. I am now back at school. My parents are here in Utah because they have three weeks of vacation instead of two. That means they can travel for the fun of it. So I still have more family time before school starts. Also, I forgot my camera here in Utah, so I have no pictures of the break. Of course, since I hardly ever post pictures here or on facebook, I'm sure no one really cares anyway. But, I do have my camera now. That might mean that eventually some pictures can get taken.

One of my New Year's Resolution is to get prepared. We are long overdue for an earthquake. I want to get my ham radio's license. I've been saying that ever since I got home from my mission, but I still haven't done anything. If you read this, feel free to attack me any time you feel like it and tell me to get working on it. Happy New Year, catastrophe is going to strike any moment :) Be prepared!