Overheard

Yeah, that's right. I'm still trying to write a paper, which is why I'm blogging again.

The other day, my dear friend Madame Manatee told me about a funny experience her friend had in the Math lab. Some kid came up to her, who she didn't know, and said the following:

"I hate you. Can I have a piece of paper?"

Apparently, he wanted to draw or something. Soon after getting the paper, he said this:

"Thank you for your sacrifice. I still hate you."

He then just walked away.

I love overhearing things on campus. Random snippets of conversations, taken way out of context serve to bring me immense entertainment. Some of my favorites:

"She's like a cell phone, I see her nights and weekends."

"He's always acting like I'm just a typical girl, like I can't think logically or something! Ugh, Holly, he's such a boy!"

What about you guys--have any favorites?

Sudoku

I love puzzles. I really like brain teasers, and all those sorts of things, but I have not been able yet to wrap my head, or my writing untensil around this one.



OK...so not that one. This one.

So, there was this one time, when I really wanted to finish a Sudoku, I even had one, kindly provided to me...

Then I realized that I only had a pen...and it didn't work, and it frustrates me. I think I'm going to end up printing off the puzzle again and trying it when I have a pencil...because it's driving me crazy, and it's a really short trip sometimes.

Ah well, back to the crossword...at least I don't feel irrational and illogical if I can't get that finished...just less knowledgeable than Will Shortz would like me to be.

Identity: Loser

If you take the word "Loser" to mean "One who loses," then I am a grade A loser when it comes to Identity.

Well, at least when it comes to ID, as in BYU ID. I have had 6 different ID cards because I have, at some inconvenient time, misplaced the ID, and needed to go and get a new one. The best part of it all is though, that I've only paid for 2 of these ID's. This is how it works:

ID.01: Got my first day at BYU, right after a camping trip...that was precious.
ID.02: Thought I lost ID.01 on a trip to Las Vegas, figured I wouldn't get it back, and so I shelled out the $10.00 for a new one.
ID.03: Lost ID.02 somewhere on campus...maybe? But, having found ID.01 in my backpack at a later time, turned that ID in for the new one.
ID.04: Lost ID.03 somewhere...I can't keep these all straight. ID.02 was found by some friends of mine, and returned to me though, and, since I needed to take a test, I turned it in for a new one.
ID.05: Found out that ID.03 was lost at Legend's Grille, but didn't make it down to pick it up before they destroyed it. Having also lost ID.04, and needing to print off a paper, I shelled out $10 so that I could turn in a paper on time...lame.
ID.06: Thinking I'd lost ID.05, I turn in ID.04 (which was found in the library) in order to get ID.06. I've since found ID.05...it got lost while I was packing, and I found it in DC.

So, that brings us up to last night. I'm a loser, as far as ID goes...but last night, I became something different...I became a breaker.

ID.06 was in the back pocket of my pants that I'd been wearing that day. I changed into some other clothes for a run, put on my running shoes, and then stepped on my pants that I'd left on the floor. I hear a resounding "SNAP!" Chuckling to myself, I pull the two pieces of ID.06 out of my back pocket, amazed that it broke hot-dog wise, and think to myself that it means that tomorrow (today) I get to get ID.07 and a new picture, and I still have ID.05 as a back-up if I need it.

Guess I'm well on my way to having 10 different student ID's while I'm still at school...especially if I get married in the next year and a half...

Road Trip!!

You know, my family has driven over a whole lot of the United States. We've moved about 31 times, and each time we've moved we've driven there. You know what I've realized? I just love driving places for trips. It's also funny, because a lot of times we didn't see a whole lot of stuff that was terribly worthwhile. I've been in Oklahoma in the middle of winter and the grassy fields are all dead...I've been across the Salt Flats many, many times, and I've been all over up and down California. My favorite thing about road trips involves three things: camping, driving, and friends.

First off, camping. Anytime that I've been on any kind of road trip to go camping, it's been amazing. Now, I'm not talking about hard-core camping, where you pack all your stuff and hike into the mountains to rough it, I'm talking about basic camping--a tent, a tarp, and some stuff to cook over the fire when you build it. In these cases, the car becomes something different--it's the link between you, the great outdoors, and civilization. Also, I love the feeling of a sun-warmed car when you've just gone swimming in a really cold lake or in the ocean. Mmmmm...

Secondly, though it could have been firstly, driving. I love driving. I love to drive myself, and I love to be a passenger--whether that entails sitting in the passenger seat and keeping the driver entertained, or sleeping in the back on a really long drive. I get really good naps in the car. I think it's the warmth combined with the movement. I also think that my parents used to take me on drives when I was little to make me sleep, and it's definitely stuck. I also love watching landscape whirr by as we drive on the interstate. I love the stars in the sky overhead when you get out into the desert, or anywhere out in the open. I like sticking my hand out the window and catching little air currents as I drive along. Good times.

Lastly, the people. You get to know people in a different way when you're stuck in a little space in the middle of nowhere with them. You're forced to talk, or at least to communicate in some way. When you're sitting there in silence, then you still get to know their facial expressions...how they drive, all that stuff that can tell you facts about them that they didn't know that they were sharing. Music choice is especially good at this. When riding in a car with someone, listening to the music that they pick can tell you a lot about their current mood, and the kind of person that they are. One of my favorite indicators is what songs they'll turn up and sing loudly to. The best is when you can both sing along loudly to some song that they've picked...that's when you know that you can be real friends. Conversations in cars can be some of the best too...because they have to last as long as the car ride. Granted, if the conversation turns really sour, this last part can make for a terrible ride. Hopefully though, you're taking road trips with friends...because it makes a big difference.

All-in-all...Road trips are basically one of my favorite things, and once the snow melts, maybe it'll be time to take another one. Or maybe, while the snow is still around, it'll be time to head somewhere slightly warmer. Who knows? In any case, I've got a serious hankerin' to watch A Goofy Movie, and maybe to go and check out some of my maps.

9:34 and All is Well

I've been really tired lately, and feeling more and more, well...frazzled, I guess. Inside, I've been feeling a bit like this lady:

It's funny too, because I've been getting everything I need to accomplished, I've just not felt really on top of things. This means that I'm finishing my reading right before class, scraping by on my homework, and feeling generally rushed.

In order to combat this, I decided that tonight, I'm going to get enough sleep. Yes ladies and gentlemen, this means that, although it is only 9:34 (well, 9:40 right this instant), I am showered, in my pj's, and settling down to read some stuff about russian women for tomorrow's class before heading off to bed. I'm acting like a real-live grown-up...

...and I think I like it.

PS: I also got a 145 in bowling today...it was amazing; rocked my socks right off.
PPS: I also went rollerblading tonight...and it was pretty amazing too.

I Wonder as I Wander

It's been a little while since I blogged it up, I guess it's about time that I do so.

First off, it's been about a week now since my car died. It wasn't necessarily terminally ill...but it was suffering. I pulled the plug, car dead. Maybe I'll do a photo blog about that a little later. Currently, the pain is a bit fresh.

Life otherwise is amazing. I taught a lesson in Sunday School today that went really, really well. I got set apart, which is one of my favorite things in all of church-dom, and I get to go home in about 40 minutes for dinner with my family and Best Friend. What a great combination!

Otherwise, I just feel like rambling right now. I think I would be sleeping if it weren't for the fact that I took a nap right after church today...and two naps in one sunday seems a bit excessive. I'm looking around my room at all the...stuff...that I have, and realizing that I should probably downsize a bit. I've got some really random stuff. Like...this piggy bank that's just ugly...and this random bunch of civil war postcards--who needs these things? Yeah...not me, but I still have them. Maybe I should pick up another pen pal, and just start sending postcards out to random people.

Anyway, I'm done rambling for now. I think I should probably actually write a few postcards to a couple of friends who've just gone on missions. Good Sabbath to all.