Wednesday, September 28, 2011


I know it's really late and I should be sleeping (because 555 comes really early), but I just had one of those highly nostalgic experiences that make me want to write something down. I'll be brief. A friend of mine just got a mission call to Chile. It makes me really happy. I'm so excited for her. She came over to chat for a while tonight and we talked about it. And life. And all those other great things. After she left, I had a realization about today. 7 years ago today I went a field trip with a 5th grade class. It was awesome. We went to a corn maze. And then it rained on us. I came home and showered afterward only to get a phone call telling me that my mission call had arrived. I wasn't expecting it for at least another week because of General Conference. As I've been thinking about it tonight, I realized that once the call came, time flew quickly and I found myself in the MTC, learning Spanish, and counting down my days to Chile. My life hasn't been the same since and I'm grateful for it.

Monday, September 26, 2011

I'd love to kiss you, but I just washed my hair.

My roommate frequently tells me how awesome my hair is. Her hair is very straight. Mine is...not so much. My normal description of my hair usually includes the words "poodle" or "chia pet" however over the weekend I decided that my hair has more of the attitude of an "independent nation". Roommate told me that I should buy it some fireworks...for independence day. Right. With the amount of hair product that makes my hair curly, I don't know that fireworks would be necessary to see flames in the sky. My morning battle with the hair has now been re-defined as peace talks or negotiations. Still-no guarantees as to who will actually win. Some days the battle is worth winning; other days its not worth fighting. In the meantime, there are generally enough bobby pins in my hair to construct a small lightening rod. (Find me in the next lightening'll have a great time. I'm sure.) In the meantime, I'm going to have to work on my international relations and negotiation skills.

What this really means hair isn't quite long enough for a pony tail.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Once Upon a Time...

I had a conversation with my cousin. She's definitely a connoisseur of the arts. She's always been someone to look up to when it came to anything theatrical or musical or even written. In this previously mentioned conversation we discussed poetry. She was talking about writing poetry and getting through writer's block. The gist of her argument was "write. if you think you're a bad writer, write anyway. write about things that make you happy, sad, excited, depressed. just write. it won't come out if you don't write it down." I've kind of reached that point with blogging. I don't know what to write about anymore so I've just put it off. I don't like that. I need to keep writing to stimulate intellect. Working on it. In the meantime, here's the traditional list of things that I could/should write about but don't really have much more to say about it.

*I woke up this morning with a feeling of perfect contentment. I LOVE THAT FEELING. I was perfectly comfortable. The temperature wasn't too hot or cold. I woke up on my own when I was ready to wake up. I think my general outlook on life would be much more optimistic if that happened regularly. I should probably work on that...

*This weekend is the first weekend in the past six weeks that I have actually been home for the entire weekend. Can I tell you? It has been absolutely delightful. I've been totally productive and non-productive all at the same time. It rained and I wore my rain boots. I ate Chilean food for independence day. I read in the hammock because I could. It's starting to feel like fall. It has been lovely...

*This still sounds really foreign to me, but I've taken up running. For real. I'm sure that I've said it in the past, but it's different now. Sometimes I tell myself things to convince myself that they are true. Running is one of them. I think it's real now. My roommate and I go running 3-4 times a week and she even makes me run sprints. (I'm doing better with sprints now. I can walk that same day now.) I've never thought of myself as a "pacer", but in our little running duo I'm the pacer. She plans the route and I set the pace. That's how it goes and it has been working surprisingly well. I'm even setting my sights on a 12k or even possibly a half marathon for next year. We'll see if my weird cravings for nightly runs continue through the winter.

Really though...I need to keep writing. My conclusions were weak all through school. They'll never get better if I don't keep writing them. Consider this one written with PLENTY of room for improvement.
The End.