Wednesday, March 28, 2012

FDA approved

Sometimes life is hard. Sometimes things happen unexpectedly. Sometimes finals are in a week and a half and you can't remember anything from the beginning of the semester.

But that's only sometimes. 

The reality of it is that there are always wonderful and hilarious friends/coworkers/bosses.
There is always a supportive, loving, understanding and funny family.
The sun is always shining, especially during this wonderful time of year.
I am always learning new things. Whether it be from class, experience, or wisdom of others.
My body is always hurting, in a satisfying way, because I am training for awesome events (1) (2) (3)
There are always emails and letters coming to me from around the world.
I always have the opportunity to make a little money at a good job.
There are always chance run ins on campus.
There are also always planned run ins on campus. 
General Conference is always in April.

Sometimes you have to learn things and sometimes learning hurts your brain. But the good news is that there is always Ibuprofen in the form tender mercies. 

Now, that's a drug I approve of. 

Sunday, March 25, 2012


I have always craved my own secret spot. A place where I can be alone and think. An area that is mine, where I can get to know myself again. When I was younger it was the curtains pulled shut around my bed, the back of  the cubby in my room. Then it was in the branches of the tree in my backyard where I would climb and sit and swing for hours, letting my imagination run wild as I envisioned myself as an Indian running through the forest or climbing a cliff or taming the wild horses.

I had a secret spot in the forest surrounding the cabin in Montana. I would walk through the bushes and grass, balancing on fallen trees while I pretended I was the fourth friend in the Harry Potter trio. Sometimes all it took was a blanket draped across a table with a bean bag underneath to have my own lair where I could plot how to overthrow the evil wizard or figure out the code on the "Lights Out" game in order to free my fellow spy from an eternal imprisonment.

Then I grew up.

Suddenly being alone was a sign of social incompetence. If I wasn't physically with my friends I needed to be connected to them through technology. I couldn't be alone because if I was alone that meant I had failed. It meant I was undesirable and...alone.

My secret spots disappeared. I was never alone. My imagination was crumpled as I swamped it with movie after movie, drama after drama, and selfishness after selfishness. I didn't think about adventures anymore. I thought about how this person had wronged me, how I could get this boy to like me, how I could get invited to this party or who I could spend my weekend with. My imagination was exhausted with trivial things and malnourished to the extent that it might have died.

This scares me.

Yesterday I went out by myself. I didn't go because I wanted to. I went because I couldn't stand to be alone in my apartment anymore. My addiction to company was manifesting itself in my forlorn and despairing attitude. So I left. I took my hiking backpack and my bike. I just started riding away. Through a series of intersections, hills, and dodging of water guns, I found myself 30 minutes away from my apartment at the base of a canyon. I stashed my bike in the bushes and started hiking, taking deer trails and scratching my legs on the still bare branches of the hibernating vegetation.

I found a new secret spot.
I met myself again.
I am ok with who I am.
I plan on being alone more often.

Friday, March 16, 2012

the boss

I wonder what it is about people that makes us want to tell other people what to do.

I know that I do this all the time. I used to be worse at it. I'm trying to improve.

Why are we so bossy?

It is, perhaps, one of the most demoralizing things to have someone order you around.

"Oh, I guess you're right. What I thought I would do is obviously a pathetic attempt to do what you have already been able to master. Please, tell me more about how to live my life."

Someday I'll be a better person.
Scratch that.


the end

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

copy that...

I'm sorry that I don't have pictures of children or foreign lands to showcase on my blog. 

But here. 

Practically the same, right?

Now that your thirst for hipster photos has been quenched, I'll share my experience of the day.


It was such a ginormous job the picture can't even display it correctly.

Yep. That's the copy job I just completed. 
Remove staples from each copy
Make three copies of said copy
Re-staple copies
Put in binding clips
Carry stack of papers weighing more than I did when I was 8 back to professors office

Don't trip while walking down the hall.

Boom. It's done. 

Now to nurse my 6 paper cuts.
Note to self: hand sanitizer is a no-go on tiny cuts on hands.

Friday, March 9, 2012

summer itch

Can you believe that just last weekend I was doing this? 

And now I am wearing these.

Oh March. What would we do without you?