Once upon a time we were given a writing assignment for chemistry 105. We got the assignment tuesday but since I didn't get out of bed in time for my class tuesday, I didn't get the assignment until this morning at around 8:05. Everyone got a little white/clear bead and we were supposed to do experiments with it, figure out what makes it turn colors, and then write a paper about it. Dumb right? Anyway so we all got different beads depending on our last names. So naturally I attached mine to my keys and forgot about it.
Riding home in the subzero weather on my bike wasn't fun, but my 9:30 class got cancelled so there was no way I was going to stay on campus. When I finally got back to my apartment I locked my bike up and pulled out my keys. Hey the bead had changed colors! That was easy. So chemistry assignment check. Twelve page research paper on the other hand...haven't even started. Better get on that.
Once upon a time I decided to change. Become more outgoing. Try to be friendlier and dislike people less. Well it worked for a little while. Now my list of people I dislike in the ward is growing and I'm trying to stop it but I just can't help it. I participate in everything and try to talk to as many people as possible, but still no one knows who I am.
So tonight at ward prayer and all during church I kept thinking that this was my last week of being active. Next week I'm going back to my home ward and I'm going to stop going to all the ward activities. After ward prayer Karli, my roommate and I went to this boy's apartment where I went on and on and on about my dislikes of the ward and how I feel like a total outsider despite my attempts at being friendly. Right after my complaining, I got a phone call from one of the counselors...I now have to speak in church next sunday. So much for my inactive plan. Oh and I have to speak on family history. You would have to know that I put how much I love indexing on my information card like 5 times in order to get an indexing calling to think this was funny. So I didn't get the calling, but I have to speak on it. Great.
Also, today my roommate had to give the spiritual thought at ward prayer. She was kind of freaking out about it and in my attempts to make her feel better I told her that speaking in public isn't even that bad and I would gladly give a talk. Ha. Not so true now that I have to. I guess this means that the Lord really does know what all of us need and when we need it. I needed to feel included and here's my chance. This wasn't what I had in mind, but it works.
Once upon a time I was facebook stalking some kid that came up on the side as someone I might know. Boy do I know him. Anyway he's playing at a show tomorrow and so he was writing on the wall of the event and he posted this link and in context it was hilarious. I knew I always liked him. So enjoy this hilarious music video by the cardigans.
Once upon a time, after a period of two months we had our first cleaning check. It took hours to clean our apartment because you really have to clean everything! I didn't even know the hinges on doors got dirty, did you?
Once I finished I went to an interesting seminar for one of my classes on America's power in the world today. I the speaker may have been 110 years old and talked really slow, but I didn't fall asleep so I'm proud!
Now I'm sitting outside with Annie in the freezing cold because my cleaning check is going on and I don't want to be there during that because I'm terrified we'll fail. Oh and Annie just doesn't want to be in her apartment. Also, I'm sitting next to my building buddy, Bronte meeting her boyfriend's parents for the first time. It's highly entertaining. But I should probably get some homework done so I can go to bed because did I stay in bed for an extra half hour debating whether or not I should go to school? Indeed I did. College is great.
So once upon a time I got sick. It was awful and I stayed on the couch all day and watched pysch. Then I got better, had an insane night with Karli in our footzies, then had an insane week. This week has been the death of me and it's not over yet. I've had 4 midterms and two papers due and so I've been going to review sessions and studying like crazy. I'm beat and I still have one more midterm today! So that's why I didn't post last week on music friday and I didn't post last night either. To make it up to you, I'm going to post two videos this week that describe my emotions.
The first is the one I should have posted last friday. It's a disney love compilation done by mine and Karli's favorite girl sunnybaby94 (at least we hope it's a girl and not some old man). Me and Karli first stumbled across this video in eighth grade and it touched our hearts in ways that could never be explained. Since then, we've seen it over 500 times. We watched it twice last friday night and boy did it get us hyper. So here it is. Enjoy.
The next video is Scotty McCreery's I love you this big. I know it's not the most exciting country music video but I love it nonetheless because I love him and I just got his first CD so it's been on my mind lately. So enjoy this video because this boy's going places
Now I'm off to study and then take my last midterm...yes!
Once upon a time I was in Spain. While I was there I made some friends from a city two hours north of where I was living. This city was Bilbao and it's one of the wettest cities in Spain, in fact, I'm pretty sure it is THE wettest city in Spain. Anyway, so I would go there quite frequently and I always checked the weather beforehand. Almost always it said that it was going to rain, so I would always bring my chubasquero (raincoat in Spain spanish). However, it only rained once while I was there. My friends made fun of my raincoat (it's not exactly stylish) all the time and they would always ask me to bring to places. I felt like a fool. Oh and on the day that it did rain, I didn't have my raincoat with me. That made Zuri and Noemi extremely happy.
The point of this story...I don't really know. Yesterday I wore my raincoat because it looked like it was going to rain, and it actually did during my first class, but then it got really hot and I ended up carrying it around the whole day. And then today I didn't bring it and now I'm cold, wet, miserable, and sick. I think my chubasquero is a cursed raincoat. It doesn't like me.
So once upon a time I met some girls that live in my building and they love all things Jane Austen as well. So we got to talking about different movie versions of different books and I realized that I had never seen the BBC versions of Persuasion or Emma. So that's what I did this week and I fell in love. It also helped me realize just how great true gentlemen are. When my friends ask me what my "taste" in men are I tell them that I don't have a real taste, they just have to be chivalrous. Is it that too much to ask for? I don't know why boys find it so difficult to follow through on that...especially the boys that are so desperate for girls. Here's a brilliant idea, why don't you start being nice to them? That's all I ask.
So here's a music video by The Band Perry that I love. Really I don't ask for much.
