Wie geht's Welt?! (What's up World?!)
Ich sprachen Deutsch. Ein wenig. (I'm speaking German.) (Somewhat.)
Ok just kidding, I suck at German. But hey, give it time, it's only been a week! Speaking of week, this past one was my first week of the Fall Semester. How did it go, you ask? Well my friends, you just opened a huge can of worms. Ein wenig.
My classes are not that terrible actually. I've dropped a couple since the semester's started, but that's because they were stupid. My quest for finishing a four year degree in three years might not happen... It'll probably end up being more like five years. I have friends in all of my classes (except my 11 o'clock institute class, which I ended up missing anyways). I liked to be stretched and I'm hoping to be able to excel in classes.
Now on to the fun part. Boys. ;)
No one's allowed to judge me for this, but I keep a list of boys that I'm interested in and I update it almost weekly. It's practical for me because this way I keep my options open, I'm not super obsessed with one person, and if one of them hurts me they just get bumped off the list and replaced with someone else. Nothing's really happened this week in the realm of dating except meeting new guys and hanging out with some guys from the list. Someday I won't need a list anymore and I'll find the man I'm supposed to be with forever and ever. But for now, the list will suffice to cure the loneliness :)
I don't really know what to talk about anymore so this must be the end of my post. Wish me luck on my new semester! Gute nacht meine freunds!
Friday, September 2, 2011
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Party! Party! PARTY!
I had the house all to myself last night, my parents and little sisters decided to go play in Park City for the evening. I was determined not to be all alone this time, as I was when the afore mentioned members of the family went camping. So all day long I scoured through all of my friends (even some people that aren't my friends) to find someone to hang out with tonight. I found only one. And a half - he didn't get off work until 9:30ish.
So I wait for my beloved friend to be ready, and while I'm waiting I decided to stuff myself with some yummy Costa Vida. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. My bestie is then finally ready to play around 8 p.m. so we go up the canyon a little and took a small hike (Small for him, incredibly strenuous for me). What a lovely walk we had, it was so nice to be able to catch up with such a good friend while buggies flew up my shirt and I almost died.
Around 9ish we came back to the beginning of the trail when we mutually decided that he needed food. So where else would we go other than JCW's?!
That was when our other dear friend came and we all caught up with one another while partaking of the happiness that is JCW's. I took my friend home, managed to get myself lost in downtown Provo (which was absolutely dumb because I only had to turn once to find my way back to state street yet I missed it!), and took myself back to my empty house.
So naturally, in an empty house around midnight, any self-respecting music major would turn up the electric piano as high as possible and play to their heart's content. That's just what I did of course.
About an hour later I had my own personal dance party, then I took the longest bubble bath I've ever taken since I was just a wee lass. Around 2 a.m. I decided I was hungry again, so I made myself some Spongebob Squarepants Macaroni and Cheese (thank goodness those Kraft people are smart and made the packet that contains the cheese powder water-proof, because I totally dumped it into my boiling water - the time must've gotten to my head). Around 2:30ish blow-dried my lucious locks, and around 3 a.m. watch the Romantic Comedy of my choice.
Thank goodness I didn't have anything going on early in the morning. This will probably never happen again, so I'm way glad I took advantage of it!
So I wait for my beloved friend to be ready, and while I'm waiting I decided to stuff myself with some yummy Costa Vida. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. My bestie is then finally ready to play around 8 p.m. so we go up the canyon a little and took a small hike (Small for him, incredibly strenuous for me). What a lovely walk we had, it was so nice to be able to catch up with such a good friend while buggies flew up my shirt and I almost died.
Around 9ish we came back to the beginning of the trail when we mutually decided that he needed food. So where else would we go other than JCW's?!
That was when our other dear friend came and we all caught up with one another while partaking of the happiness that is JCW's. I took my friend home, managed to get myself lost in downtown Provo (which was absolutely dumb because I only had to turn once to find my way back to state street yet I missed it!), and took myself back to my empty house.
So naturally, in an empty house around midnight, any self-respecting music major would turn up the electric piano as high as possible and play to their heart's content. That's just what I did of course.
About an hour later I had my own personal dance party, then I took the longest bubble bath I've ever taken since I was just a wee lass. Around 2 a.m. I decided I was hungry again, so I made myself some Spongebob Squarepants Macaroni and Cheese (thank goodness those Kraft people are smart and made the packet that contains the cheese powder water-proof, because I totally dumped it into my boiling water - the time must've gotten to my head). Around 2:30ish blow-dried my lucious locks, and around 3 a.m. watch the Romantic Comedy of my choice.
Thank goodness I didn't have anything going on early in the morning. This will probably never happen again, so I'm way glad I took advantage of it!
Saturday, July 30, 2011
A Moment in Time
There is a moment - an indescribable moment to say the least - that almost every person will encounter at least once in their lifetime. Some people will confront this moment only once or twice, others will encounter it more times than they can count on all of their indigenous phalanges - I am becoming one of those people, slowly but surely.
This moment I speak of is the point in time when an individual realizes that they have "feelings for" and/or a small "crush" on someone. I don't mean to mislead, usually signs occur which people can read within themselves that tell them that they may or may not be secretly dreaming of more than a friendship from a certain someone, but the moment that I am referring to is that of self-realization and acceptance. Someone might spend a good portion of their time with a person, think about them more often than usual, maybe even casually "check them out" when they know the other party isn't watching.
Nevertheless, every person going through these stages will eventually hit a fork in the road, the time to make a decision of progressing with the feelings they've been keeping to themselves OR to give up and move on. Depending on the person, the subject can side with one or two of the following three categories: What their Heart Says, What their Brain Says, and What Other People Say.
What the Heart Says:
Almost indefinitely, people who are more emotionally-driven will side with what their Heart tells them to do. This is not a bad thing, per say, but will often lead to the most "heart break" since the heart is the most involved. But heart break is somewhat of a relative term. It matters entirely on the person and how much leeway they allow their heart to have. Some people are so emotionally-driven that a broken heart will lead to weeks or months of depression and varied amounts of Haagen-Dazs Dark Chocolate or White Chocolate Raspberry Truffle Ice Creams. It really sucks if they're lactose-intolerant.
What the Brain Says:
People who a problem solvers, analytic, and possibly take special interest in math will often side with their Brains. Which is a very smart way to look at it (excuse the pun). I myself admire people who will do what seems reasonable, but I can't help but think of the longing and sense of loss that comes from not following their emotional center, i.e. their Heart.
What Other People Say:
I do not have much to say on the matter, other than advice for people who only do things because of what others say. Find some freedom to make your own choices. Other people may be able to sway your decisions, but they are not the ones who will have to deal with the consequences.
Although you could listen to any of these sources, there is still no guarantee that one way is correct and that a certain way will be any less painful or give better results.
So when you come to the moment that you finally accept the fact that you have feelings for someone, make your choice and then be happy with it. You cannot change the past, but the choices you make now will affect the future.
This moment I speak of is the point in time when an individual realizes that they have "feelings for" and/or a small "crush" on someone. I don't mean to mislead, usually signs occur which people can read within themselves that tell them that they may or may not be secretly dreaming of more than a friendship from a certain someone, but the moment that I am referring to is that of self-realization and acceptance. Someone might spend a good portion of their time with a person, think about them more often than usual, maybe even casually "check them out" when they know the other party isn't watching.
Nevertheless, every person going through these stages will eventually hit a fork in the road, the time to make a decision of progressing with the feelings they've been keeping to themselves OR to give up and move on. Depending on the person, the subject can side with one or two of the following three categories: What their Heart Says, What their Brain Says, and What Other People Say.
What the Heart Says:
Almost indefinitely, people who are more emotionally-driven will side with what their Heart tells them to do. This is not a bad thing, per say, but will often lead to the most "heart break" since the heart is the most involved. But heart break is somewhat of a relative term. It matters entirely on the person and how much leeway they allow their heart to have. Some people are so emotionally-driven that a broken heart will lead to weeks or months of depression and varied amounts of Haagen-Dazs Dark Chocolate or White Chocolate Raspberry Truffle Ice Creams. It really sucks if they're lactose-intolerant.
What the Brain Says:
People who a problem solvers, analytic, and possibly take special interest in math will often side with their Brains. Which is a very smart way to look at it (excuse the pun). I myself admire people who will do what seems reasonable, but I can't help but think of the longing and sense of loss that comes from not following their emotional center, i.e. their Heart.
What Other People Say:
I do not have much to say on the matter, other than advice for people who only do things because of what others say. Find some freedom to make your own choices. Other people may be able to sway your decisions, but they are not the ones who will have to deal with the consequences.
Although you could listen to any of these sources, there is still no guarantee that one way is correct and that a certain way will be any less painful or give better results.
So when you come to the moment that you finally accept the fact that you have feelings for someone, make your choice and then be happy with it. You cannot change the past, but the choices you make now will affect the future.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Adventures in the Realm of Baking
So it's my father's birthday today! My mother made a risky choice by asking me to make his cake for him, and I honestly feel that she must be absolutely desperate if she needed me to make it in her place. My last cake experience was not a pleasant one, I tried to frost a pre-made cake that my friend brought to school for another friend's birthday. I am terrrrrrible when it comes to cake decorating. Exhibit A:
Okay, so it's not the prettiest cake ever... But it's ten times better than my last cake! Improvement Achieved. Happy Birthday Pops!
Sad face because of the ugliness:
It's pretty bad, isn't it? Might just be the ugliest and saddest-looking cake ever. Nevertheless, I am determined to redeem myself. So far all of the ingredients are in the mixer. Nothing has caught on fire quite yet.
Into the pan, yes, I did make sure to grease it.
Out of the oven, a little bit burnt...
And now all I have left is to frost the dang thing! Which is always the worst part... Ooh, a couple of clumps of crumbs and frosting on the edge there.
But Dad will love it anyways. He's a guy, he don't care what it looks like!
Okay, so it's not the prettiest cake ever... But it's ten times better than my last cake! Improvement Achieved. Happy Birthday Pops!
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Pros and Cons
So I'm conflicted at the moment, and would like to take this opportunity to formally address pros and cons that placate my current occupation statuses.
I just barely begun working at a place named Response Marketing. Yes, as the name so vaguely puts it, I work in a call center as a telemarketer. Glamorous, isn't it? I've only been working there for two days, and I am already past the point of misery. Alas, the point of misery is not a point of no return (please excuse the Phantom of the Opera reference).
As I was driving home from work today, my second painful day of what seemed to be many more painful days to come, I receive a voicemail from David's Bridal offering me an interview for a Sales Consultant position. For those who do not know, this is pretty much my dream job. I've always wanted to work in the Bridal Industry and wanted to help women find their inner beauty through an outward ramification of their potential found in layers of white chiffon or satin.
My Dilemma: The interview for the dream job at David's Bridal is at the same time my shift starts on Friday.
So I told David's Bridal that I would be at the interview.
Here are the pros and cons, and my innermost thoughts regarding the situation:
Pros:
-I could get the job of my dreams
-I could make more money than I do at Response Marketing
-I could escape the jaws of Hell, i.e. telemarketing, and not be screamed at by angry old ladies everyday.
Cons:
-I would have to quit the current job as a telemarketer, and if I did not get the job at David's, be out of work and practically penniless.
-The main reason I got a job was to be able to start saving funds for a mission, and if I end up jobless, I may have to put off a mission.
Is my current happiness going to in fact affect happiness further down the road? Should I give up something "good" for the chance of receiving something much better? Nevertheless, I already agreed to the interview on Friday, and unless I can convince my current boss to give me that time off, I sacrifice the telemarketing job just to be considered at David's Bridal. I hope all works out well.
I just barely begun working at a place named Response Marketing. Yes, as the name so vaguely puts it, I work in a call center as a telemarketer. Glamorous, isn't it? I've only been working there for two days, and I am already past the point of misery. Alas, the point of misery is not a point of no return (please excuse the Phantom of the Opera reference).
As I was driving home from work today, my second painful day of what seemed to be many more painful days to come, I receive a voicemail from David's Bridal offering me an interview for a Sales Consultant position. For those who do not know, this is pretty much my dream job. I've always wanted to work in the Bridal Industry and wanted to help women find their inner beauty through an outward ramification of their potential found in layers of white chiffon or satin.
My Dilemma: The interview for the dream job at David's Bridal is at the same time my shift starts on Friday.
So I told David's Bridal that I would be at the interview.
Here are the pros and cons, and my innermost thoughts regarding the situation:
Pros:
-I could get the job of my dreams
-I could make more money than I do at Response Marketing
-I could escape the jaws of Hell, i.e. telemarketing, and not be screamed at by angry old ladies everyday.
Cons:
-I would have to quit the current job as a telemarketer, and if I did not get the job at David's, be out of work and practically penniless.
-The main reason I got a job was to be able to start saving funds for a mission, and if I end up jobless, I may have to put off a mission.
Is my current happiness going to in fact affect happiness further down the road? Should I give up something "good" for the chance of receiving something much better? Nevertheless, I already agreed to the interview on Friday, and unless I can convince my current boss to give me that time off, I sacrifice the telemarketing job just to be considered at David's Bridal. I hope all works out well.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Blessings
It's been a long and hard summer for my family and I. Yet the Lord seems to rain little pieces of magic into every day of my life that makes me grateful for the hard times, and hopeful for the good times to come.
This past weekend I had my Aunts come up from Texas (well, my mom's aunts rather). These lovely ladies are sisters to my Grandmother, who was a great friend and grandparent to me when I was young. Each minute I got to see and spend time with my aunts (and my aunt Elise's husband, Cecil) I was reminded of how great my grandmother was and how I long to be like her and to be able to see her again. I don't remember her well since it's been more than eight years since her passing, but I still remember her loving eyes, her warm voice, and the great influence she was to my mother and family.
I don't get to see my family very much, and it meant a lot to me that my Aunts could come and see us to remind me of their love for me. I'll never forget how excited each of them were to see me and the faith and love that radiated from their voices as they sang to us.
It meant so much to my family to have y'all here, but I wanted to thank you because of the impact it had on me. Love you :)
This past weekend I had my Aunts come up from Texas (well, my mom's aunts rather). These lovely ladies are sisters to my Grandmother, who was a great friend and grandparent to me when I was young. Each minute I got to see and spend time with my aunts (and my aunt Elise's husband, Cecil) I was reminded of how great my grandmother was and how I long to be like her and to be able to see her again. I don't remember her well since it's been more than eight years since her passing, but I still remember her loving eyes, her warm voice, and the great influence she was to my mother and family.
I don't get to see my family very much, and it meant a lot to me that my Aunts could come and see us to remind me of their love for me. I'll never forget how excited each of them were to see me and the faith and love that radiated from their voices as they sang to us.
It meant so much to my family to have y'all here, but I wanted to thank you because of the impact it had on me. Love you :)
Thursday, June 30, 2011
I've Come to Realize
Even though an amazing feeling comes from gaining a new friend, it can never quite level out the pain that comes with loosing your best friend.
Be honest and upfront with people, but don't make painful accusations that will push them away.
I realize that I pushed my best friend away, and that it's my fault because I really hurt one of the most important people in my life.
I realize that this should not have happened, but only happened because I was foolish.
I realize that I might not ever get you back again because of my actions.
I realize a lot of things about this situation, but most of all:
I realize that I'm sorrier than I've ever been, that I've wanted to take back every single word that I've said to you today ever since the moment they crossed my lips, and that I'll miss being able to call one of the greatest people on this planet my best friend.
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