Tuesday, February 28, 2012

The Pledge

Everyone who went to the BYU forum today has made a pledge to be nice to everyone they encounter for a week. (It was a pledge made with us raising our arms and Dr. Benjamin Carson telling us what we pledged after we put our arms down. Still, it works).

So, if I'm mean to you this week, let me know. Next Tuesday - that's when I can start being mean again. He mentioned talking to people in the elevator. Usually when I'm in the elevator, I'm with people I know. So I do talk to them. However, I like the concept of being more friendly. So if I'm not friendly to you this week, let me know. I will do my best. Then I'll ignore you again next Tuesday. Just kidding.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Have a Heart

As I was walking home today, I decided to have a little pity party for myself. It happens now and then. During my pity party, I looked down and saw this leaf. It looks like a heart reminding me that love still exists. I'm not sure why I grabbed it. Part of me wanted to crumple it in my hand to symbolically represent the death of love. Before I did that, though, I would have to take a picture.



Now the picture has been taken.

Don't worry, it's just a leaf. I can destroy the leaf, but the picture lives on. And I'm done with my pity party. Life goes on. And life is good.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Power in Unity

Last night our ward had an "Open Mic Night." Our ward is full of talented people so it went really well. I was really impressed with one piece in particular. A boy got up to play the ukulele and sing. He warned us that he had a sore throat. Well, you could tell he had a nice voice, but his song was frequently interrupted by spats of coughing. When he realized that he wouldn't be able to get through the song, he gave up and ended. The applause for him was just just as great as it was for everyone else who had performed to that point.

The story continues. A few performances later, the announcer announced that he and a girl in our ward would get up. They played the same song, this time she would sing. She didn't know all the words, but it wasn't long before people in the audience started singing along. That is why this was my favorite piece.

There are two messages from this. (1) He had the courage to get back up even though he probably felt humiliated the first time. That takes character. (2) I love our ward! I love that when we saw someone struggling we could all join in to make his piece the best. (I regret to admit that I didn't know the words, so I didn't participate as much).

Last night I felt like I was a part of Zion. That is how a ward is supposed to feel.

Thursday, February 09, 2012

I Can't Stop Playing Games

I like to car flirt. Yes, you read that right. I said I like to car flirt. Cars don't flirt, you say? My car does.

Car flirting can be done in different ways. If you know where a certain person parks on a regular basis, you can try to steal his spot. In a huge parking lot where that doesn't really work, car flirting can be accomplished simply by finding the car of choice and parking next to it. What is the purpose of car flirting? Well, I'm really lousy at flirting myself, so I let my car do it for me. Spirit, my car, is a lot more courageous than I am. Does anyone ever notice? I sincerely doubt it.

Thus said, it might surprise you to know that I don't typically remember people's cars. I still couldn't point out several cars belonging to my roommates. There has to be a huge motivation for me to learn to recognize your car on sight. If you happen to be extremely beyond attractive, that's motivation enough. (Although, in addition to that, I need to brush shoulder with your car enough times too).

Now comes my problem: when I'm parking in my parking lot, I only ever notice one other car. This car happens to belong to nice guy with a girlfriend. (I met his car before he got his girlfriend). Even though the owner is out of the picture, I can't help myself from continuing the game that I've created for myself. I still want to park next to this car. Is that bad? I mean, let's face it, it's not like he notices anyway. Besides, even though he might have a girlfriend, his car doesn't. Why can't our cars be friends?

You're judging me, aren't you.

Saturday, February 04, 2012

Arise

One Sunday morning, Facebook informed me that I should look at this youtube video. So I did. I decided I wanted to go to the mountains and see a sunrise. So I planned to hike the Y mountain to the top. Unfortunately, that's not possible. You see, somewhere it says the trail is closed from 11pm to5am. It takes three to four hours to get to the top. The sun rises around 7:30. Even if we started exactly at 5, the probability of success was small.

I invited over a hundred people on Facebook to go on this impossible hike. (That was before I knew it was impossible). Seventeen people replied they'd come. Twelve people clicked maybe. Over a hundred people did not respond. There were also those that respectfully declined.

The total number of impossible hike hikers was six.

We may not have made it to the top of the mountain, but we did make it beyond the top of the Y.

There may or may not have been one of us *cough cough* who didn't wear very good snow-hiking shoes. She may or may not have needed help coming down so as to not fall to her doom. This may or may not existing person might be forever grateful for that help since falling down a mountain on her birthday wasn't on her to-do list.

At least we all made it down in one piece.