Augustana

This June I was incredibly distraught when my favorite band toured to Salt Lake City the one and only week I went to New York...
When I heard this news I was completely destroyed... I truly thought my life was over. Then I saw something. That, even in the height of a serious migraine, made me jump and scream.

THEY'RE COMING TO SALT LAKE CITY.

I saw and immediately thought, dang... It won't be until Summer, I will have to wait for forever to actually see them. But then I saw the date

JANUARY 24

Tears almost fell everyone. This is amazing. I'm speechless.

So. If any of you are trying to win my love, and want to spend a good time with me, it would be the best Christmas present I could ever get. If not, I would very much like a buddy to go with me when I purchase the tickets.

The End

48 Hours

Pulling into my parking lot after my short trip to Utah, I realized that in less than 48 hours I would be returning home again. The only real reason I came back up was for a mandatory orchestra rehearsal, an over-the-phone ecclesiastical endorsement, and to pick up stray college students to take home with me.

Less than 48 hours

Don't get me wrong, I am really beginning to like it here. But, I need a break. I want to hear about Annie's missionary. Sharissa's insane new life. I'm ready to be home for a while.

It's warmer in Utah, I barely needed a jacket. It's freezing here, I've slipped twice on the snow and it's only 11:00 a.m. This snow is fantastic, but, for once in my life I'm hoping it slows down. I want to make it to Utah safely.

I'm more than excited for my classes next semester. No math or science. (Provided I miraculously pass my current math class...) I get a much missed English class, a world religions class, a middle eastern class, and a couple anticipated communication classes. It's going to be a great semester. Apart from some 7:45 classes. I don't know why I do this to myself.

48 hours guys. Less than 48 hours and I'll be home. To eat as much food as possible, and to decorate the house in Christmas attire. Not to mention my tree; all the lights I get to put up on my tree.

Now, if only I could get myself to do some homework....

It's More of a Physical Thing

Ask me to run 4 marathons in a row, and I'll figure out a way to do it, and I won't give up. Ask me to brave a winter in the Alaskan wilderness, and I'll do it. Want me to climb Mt. Everest? I'll do it.

Covered in cuts and bruises, I'll get up and keep going. I don't quit.

Emotionally? I crawl inside myself, dig a hole, and never come out. I give up and run away. I'm an emotional baby, and it's a problem.

The Almost Home Stretch

With the days dwindling until I can leave for Thanksgiving break, I am starting to develop lazy habits. It's a very, very bad thing.

With projects being due left and right, last minute tests, unhealthily early classes, and snobby teachers, my world is beginning to crumble.

A part of me knows I will get it all done, and once I do, the satisfaction will be amazing. But, until then, I'm ready to scream.

So, to help myself finish out this week, I created a short list of things. No organization, just things.

-Washing your hair twice in an 8 hour period is a lot more soothing than one would think.

-I found out I had an option for my Thursday to be completely perfect, but, I ruined it.

-I'm really hoping friendship bonds are as strong as I think they can be.

-Knowing that my big sister is in Orem, makes the desire to go back that much worse.

-Katherine Hepburn is phenomenal. Even when she's old, wrinkly, and the movie has no intrigue; she breathtaking.

-Perhaps study abroad to England, and the British Isles would do me some good.

-Teachers want us to be proactive. Ok, I can do that. But you teachers have to help. I can't do this all on my own. Your laziness is killing me.

-God puts people in our lives for a reason. No matter what the reason is, they're there because he knew you needed them.

-Don't EVER bend your arm while giving plasma. The girl next to me did, and blood was everywhere. It was awful.

-Selling your body for money, it's not as appealing as it sounds.

-I'm ready for a new semester.

-Annie's missionary comes in tonight. She's waited 2 years. This girl is stronger than most of us could ever be. You deserve the best Annie.

-It's probably not healthy when certain songs or sentences activate crying.

-Working at my Orem Old Navy for the weekend of Black Friday? So excited, yet, so... not.

-Snow is God's message to us saying, I know your life is awful right now, but, it'll be okay.

-Turning our couches into one big bed was probably the best idea we've ever had.

The End.

I'm going to go wash my hair again.

Go Slowly

Radiohead

It's time to re-think where this all is going, what I really truly want to do with my life. It's time to sit back, look at options, perhaps pan out a few scenarios, and definitely make some pro-con lists. I'm almost done with my first semester of college. And, aside from the occasional break downs, I think I handled pretty well. I know for a fact I'm switching from Public Relations to Journalism and broadcasting. I was already leaning in this direction, when my journalism teacher read my rough draft, then said, "What's your emphasis?" "PR" "That's a waste of talent. Switch to Journalism as soon as you can, this story is absolutely amazing."

Well kids, there you have it. I'm slowing everything down, really looking at where I want my life to go, and how I can get to where I want to be.

Virtual!

"What?? I get my own virtual rock collection!? Look. You click on a rock, it tells you all about it, and then you add it to your collection! Hey, now it's full. Don't need any more rocks in my collection!"

Oh what the lack of sleep does to us....

"Wow, you're off your rocker today..."

Ever since the big hit to the head, my mind hasn't quite been the same. I seem to be compensating pain with hilarity and insanity. I'm wired. All the time. To my roommates and friends it's hilarious. To me it means not quite remembering the entirety of my days, and serious pains when I stand up at any time.

But, I'm much more outspoken and willing to participate in all of my classes now, so perhaps that smack to the concrete was a good thing. Hit some loose screws and put them where they belong. That kind of thing.

We're growing up.... Annie got a big girl job in a doctor's office. I couldn't be more excited for her.

We have exams and take classes that will determine the path of our future.

We take responsibility for our own well being.

We do it all without the constant supervision of our parents.

Some of us even have marriage on the mind....

Life is coming fast guys. Too fast.

I learned today, that if you think a mens locker room smells funky? Enter a mens dorm? I was tasting the stench it was so strong... mmm yum. I now understand why the boys come over here so much.

Old Navy. It's the same thing no matter what store you go to, but the people are very, very different.

Sleep deprivation. Get used to it.

6 classes, 16 credits. Winter semester, here I come.

Girl that I can see through your window and mine, acting like your prince has just arrived and is now dancing with him? My hat's off to you. I definitely hope you find him soon.

Yay for getting pulled over and smooth talking out of it. No, it didn't happen to me, but I'm jealous of his persuasion skills. But then again, it's probably how he's gotten me to continue dating him.

The End

Discovered from many months ago

Yeah, I worry too

Presto

Bach, your unaccompanied Sonatas will be the death of me.

What Did You Learn at School Today?

Well Mom, yesterday I learned that giving plasma, then running 4 miles 2 short hours later is an extremely bad idea.

That's all.

Lucky

Britney Spears

I was told today that I am too optimistic, I see too much of the good in people, and I'm too trusting. That I need to be more of a realist. He told me if I trusted too much, I would end up getting seriously hurt.

This boy opened my eyes.

Perhaps I am an optimistic person, but lately, I've been nothing but grouchy and pessimistic. Starting to really regret my decision of coming up here... Feeling picked on, singled out, and almost totally alone.

But this past weekend and the conversation from science boy helped me to see that all of this negativity I had been feeling towards Rexburg, was because I wanted to feel negative about it all.

So, with mid-terms over, and the end of semester in sight, along with the Christmas season, I'm giving this freezing campus another look. I'm lucky to have the friends that I have, to be taking the classes I am, to be receiving the grades that I have been. I came up here with a not so good attitude because something that means an awful lot to me resides 4 hours from this little college town, but now that I've seen that a bad attitude gets you absolutely nowhere, I'm changing the way I see my life up here.

Things are going to get a lot better from here out. No matter how many crazy people tell me I'm breaking the honor code.

(going back to the title, being a 90's child was fantastic wasn't it?)