The Scare

Today, in the school newspaper, an article was released that prohibited skinny jeans. Mostly in the testing center, where, unless you change, aren't allowed to take your tests.

Not only did they ban skinny jeans, but they backed it up saying that it was CES dress standards... Wrong.

If it was, the BYU Provo, and BYU Hawaii would have those same rules. They don't.

This has only been an issue for a few hours, and the school just recently released a statement saying that what was printed in the newspaper was wrong.

Confused? Yeah, so is everyone else.

I find this rather hilarious. This morning I was practically fuming. No skinny jeans? Good grief.

Now, I'm laughing and wondering what went on down at the Paper...

Silly college kids.

On This Blistery Day-Too Bad It's Not Wednesday

Stepping outside, taking a sniffle and having your snot freeze is... well.... cold.

Last night it was a whopping -10. This morning, at 10 a.m. it's -3.

Welcome to winter everyone.

So, remember in high school, and even jr. high, when sitting on the floor in the hallways, was not only a little strange, but incredibly dangerous? Now that college is upon us, sitting in the hallway is not only normal, but exciting if you can find an open spot near an outlet.

Nothing brightens a day more than walking into your writing class with your professor playing Rhapsody in Blue on the piano. Then, as he reaches his arms in the air as an expression of success, his sweater rips near the armpit. Laughing he says, "and that's why I'm a writer, and not a musician"

Getting out of class early, well, I'm definitely a fan.

Christmas concerts are perhaps one of the greatest things about Christmas time. Brian Stokes Mitchell has an amazing voice, that, if I'm in the shower, I can copy exactly. I adore the Nutcracker Suite. And getting to watch your best friend as she plays her Bass makes it all that much better. Not to mention the face she makes when really concentrating. Katy, you're fantastic.

A week and a half left. I won't be sleeping, and the library will be my new home. But, I can definitely make it work.

A perk to sitting in the hallway is eavesdropping. I'm pretty sure the two men conversing in front of me are Seniors. Discussing the competition that their classes now entail. They're also discussing balding.

I hope your Monday is as eventful as mine has been, and it's not even Noon.

December

I feel as if the month of December deserves a special shout out. As usual, this month brings a lot of excitement.

I find it hard to be sad in December. The semester ends, we celebrate Christmas, the entire Christmas season is at it's peak, I can listen to Christmas music without being scorned, the amazing food and desserts, the 5 lbs. of weight we all gain and are always unsuccessful at hiding, all the perfect new snow that falls, (not the sleety January kind, or the frozen February kind, the new, soft, December kind), the end of the year reminiscing, and new year goals, warm sweaters, scarves, lights, boots, mittens, sledding and again, Christmas music.

All in all, December is a nearly perfect month. Everyone seems to be in a better mood, and wanting to spend more time with those around them.

So let's all celebrate, for now begins the best month of the year.

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.