Friday, November 27, 2009
not myself
I have a confession: I haven't been myself lately. It's kinda weird. And it's been several years (like 4 or 5) since I've felt like this. I'm grumpy, unmotivated, and sleepy. You know what that means... (sigh). Not again. Oh well, at least I'm being proactive about it before it worsens.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
it smells like Thanksgiving
Home sweet home. Several years ago, Thanksgiving dinner was moved from grandma's house to ours. It was quite an honor considering the fact that it means many more people must drive the 2 hours to our house. We're really the only ones settled in the Harrisburg area. Anyway, I'm a big smell person. Smells bring back the most distinctive memories back for me. For this reason, I think that's why I love Thanksgiving so much. I love waking up to the smell of Thanksgiving. Mmm, the smell of turkey in the oven, the sound of mom mixing mashed potatoes. In fact, the smells remind me so much of home that last year when Kellyanne made an early Thanksgiving dinner, I woke up completely confused about where I was. The smell of Thanksgiving took me home. However, when I opened my eyes, I was still in Provo. It was disappointing.
The only thing I hate about Thanksgiving is homework. It's two weeks before finals week which means the workload is always ridiculous. I have a rough draft for a 25 - 30 page paper due the day I get back from break. So, that's means I have to find time this weekend ot sit down and bust out another 10 pages so that I have at least 15 to hand in. (sigh). It's hard to stay motivated at home. I kinda forget that I even go to school. It's a completely different life. However, since I would like to graduate in April, I must keep reminding myself and stay motivated so that I can get all of my work done. :)
The only thing I hate about Thanksgiving is homework. It's two weeks before finals week which means the workload is always ridiculous. I have a rough draft for a 25 - 30 page paper due the day I get back from break. So, that's means I have to find time this weekend ot sit down and bust out another 10 pages so that I have at least 15 to hand in. (sigh). It's hard to stay motivated at home. I kinda forget that I even go to school. It's a completely different life. However, since I would like to graduate in April, I must keep reminding myself and stay motivated so that I can get all of my work done. :)
Monday, November 16, 2009
The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian
I'm currently getting data from this book for studies for two of my professors. There's a character named Melinda. Coincidentally, she has red hair and green eyes. Just thought that was kind weird.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
life
I confess. Last week was hell. I finally broke down and bought an academic planner. It was only $2 though. There's a section for academic and personal goals for the week. I, taking up both spaces, scribbled SURVIVE! And that's what I did last week; I survived.
But now, I'm much better. I'm about to go for a walk with Donaciano. OK, OK, I admit that I have been missing him. And, I was a lot happier with him around. So, maybe I'll give this another shot. He really is a great guy. I've never had anyone treat me better. I'm just afraid of hurting him (again). I really miss going dancing with him.
I re-tore my calf muscle while playing tennis last night. I heard it rip (there was this gross popping noise) twice during the match but I kept playing through it. Eventually, however, the girls figured out that I wasn't so quick to move to the right and took advantage of those shots. It was really frustrating and I really feel like I let my partner down. :( We ended up losing 7 - 9. Really sad.
On a happy note, my ward is doing this "Cinderfella" activity where the guys are given girls' names to leave "secret santa-type" treats at their doors. On day one a got a flower in Phillies chill mug and today I got a Steelers one. It made my day, really. I don't know who he is, Justine keeps teasing me because she does know, but I like him already for leaving me cool stuff ;)
Well, it's almost 1am and I'm just now leaving to go for a walk with Donaciano. I think I'm going to have to convince him to walk to Macey's so I can buy some Rockstar and stay up all night to get my work done. That's all I need - One efficient all-nighter to get caught up.
On another note, 8 days till home!
But now, I'm much better. I'm about to go for a walk with Donaciano. OK, OK, I admit that I have been missing him. And, I was a lot happier with him around. So, maybe I'll give this another shot. He really is a great guy. I've never had anyone treat me better. I'm just afraid of hurting him (again). I really miss going dancing with him.
I re-tore my calf muscle while playing tennis last night. I heard it rip (there was this gross popping noise) twice during the match but I kept playing through it. Eventually, however, the girls figured out that I wasn't so quick to move to the right and took advantage of those shots. It was really frustrating and I really feel like I let my partner down. :( We ended up losing 7 - 9. Really sad.
On a happy note, my ward is doing this "Cinderfella" activity where the guys are given girls' names to leave "secret santa-type" treats at their doors. On day one a got a flower in Phillies chill mug and today I got a Steelers one. It made my day, really. I don't know who he is, Justine keeps teasing me because she does know, but I like him already for leaving me cool stuff ;)
Well, it's almost 1am and I'm just now leaving to go for a walk with Donaciano. I think I'm going to have to convince him to walk to Macey's so I can buy some Rockstar and stay up all night to get my work done. That's all I need - One efficient all-nighter to get caught up.
On another note, 8 days till home!
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
summary of happenings
Wow. It's November. Crazy. I quite frequently promised to write in my blog and I never did. To summarize the boy world: attractive guy from the summer = ass; incredible Mexican guy here in Utah = clingy and I determined that I wasn't attracted to him beyond friends. Yes, I broke his heart and he nearly cried. Other guy that I've been crazy about for the past year but can never seem to make anything happen = jerkface who comes up with lame reasons not to spend time with people.
I've been traveling a lot this semester. I had one trip home, one trip to Las Vegas and then on to Flagstaff, AZ to visit Khara. We then went to the Grand Canyon. It was a sweet day. I still have tan lines from my shorts because I didn't put sunblock on my legs. Bad move.
Umm, I tore one of my calf muscles while playing soccer. Since then, I've re-torn it while playing raquetball and tennis. It has not been a fun battle. The first time I tore it, I had to be helped off the field. I could barely walk. The next morning, I climbed in the car for the 6 hour drive to Las Vegas because mom and Jim were there for a conference. I hobbled around the entire evening but I'm really glad I made the drive. A weekend with free dinners was pretty sweet. Not to mention that Jim kept having me gamble his money. The first time he sat me down at a machine, stuck a $100 bill in, and then was like "start pressing that button." I got $50 right of the bat and cashed out. So, I guess I paid for dinner that night because I didn't get to keep any of those winnings. The next day, they sat me back down at the same machine with another $100. At one point, I was $25 down and was like, "This is stupid. This is wasting money. I'm stopping now." Meanwhile, Jim, who is at the machine beside me is yelling "NO! Keep going!" and mom pipes in her two sense: "We just want to show you that you don't always win." Just as she started saying that, I hit the bonus and then cashed out at $180. I took the ticket, ran to the ticket redemption machine and got cash for that sucker. Handed Jim back the $100 that he started with and pocketed the rest. That paid for my gas, and some random other things since I've been back. In fact, I lived off of that money for two weeks :) For those LDS members who oppose me doing this, deep breaths. It'll be OK. I'm still the same person. I'm not addicted to gambling.
Anyway, my leg is still healing. I started training again...I've lost 7 pounds since I moved back to Utah (so in two months). I still have a while to go...like 13 more to reach my initial goal (that I was supposed to have reached last February....). It's really weird to be looking through pictures and realize how chunky my face was for so many of them. I'm happy now. It's amazing the difference18 pounds can make in somebody.
So there's a little update.
I've been traveling a lot this semester. I had one trip home, one trip to Las Vegas and then on to Flagstaff, AZ to visit Khara. We then went to the Grand Canyon. It was a sweet day. I still have tan lines from my shorts because I didn't put sunblock on my legs. Bad move.
Umm, I tore one of my calf muscles while playing soccer. Since then, I've re-torn it while playing raquetball and tennis. It has not been a fun battle. The first time I tore it, I had to be helped off the field. I could barely walk. The next morning, I climbed in the car for the 6 hour drive to Las Vegas because mom and Jim were there for a conference. I hobbled around the entire evening but I'm really glad I made the drive. A weekend with free dinners was pretty sweet. Not to mention that Jim kept having me gamble his money. The first time he sat me down at a machine, stuck a $100 bill in, and then was like "start pressing that button." I got $50 right of the bat and cashed out. So, I guess I paid for dinner that night because I didn't get to keep any of those winnings. The next day, they sat me back down at the same machine with another $100. At one point, I was $25 down and was like, "This is stupid. This is wasting money. I'm stopping now." Meanwhile, Jim, who is at the machine beside me is yelling "NO! Keep going!" and mom pipes in her two sense: "We just want to show you that you don't always win." Just as she started saying that, I hit the bonus and then cashed out at $180. I took the ticket, ran to the ticket redemption machine and got cash for that sucker. Handed Jim back the $100 that he started with and pocketed the rest. That paid for my gas, and some random other things since I've been back. In fact, I lived off of that money for two weeks :) For those LDS members who oppose me doing this, deep breaths. It'll be OK. I'm still the same person. I'm not addicted to gambling.
Anyway, my leg is still healing. I started training again...I've lost 7 pounds since I moved back to Utah (so in two months). I still have a while to go...like 13 more to reach my initial goal (that I was supposed to have reached last February....). It's really weird to be looking through pictures and realize how chunky my face was for so many of them. I'm happy now. It's amazing the difference18 pounds can make in somebody.
So there's a little update.
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