Sunday, February 28, 2010

[Super Cool Title]

I feel like saying something profound.  Maybe because I just finished watching a Jane Austen book-made-into-a-movie.

The probability of A given B is equal to the probability of B intersect A all divided by the probability of B.

In a given graph, the intercept is ALWAYS zero, because the mean of the residuals is zero.

In general, a second order ODE can be written in the form: y'' + p(t)y' of q(t) = f(t).  If f(t)=0, the ODE is a homogeneous equation and nonhomogeneous otherwise.


Eh, that's the best I could come up with.  Guess my classes don't really help out when it comes to life.


Do you all remember the guy I met at the Wellness Center about a month and a half ago?  Takes my blood from me, wrapped my arm in a tourniquet?  WELL.

I actually haven't been there in almost a month - turns out the air quality hasn't been clean enough for them to want to get a reading on my blood.  I went to church today, of course, and who was sitting there in Sunday school?  Brother Air Pollution Study himself.  Which confirms two things:  he's LDS, and he's single.  Since I lead the congregation in the hymns, I got to sit up on the stand and see him all through Sacrament meeting as well.

Yeah, I'm not creepy at all.

When I got home, I was curious as to whether or not he had lived in our ward for a while, so I went to the ward menu.  I found him on one of the first pages!!!  As it turns out, he has been in my ward at least as long as I have been here, and it also turns out that he has been living right next door the whole year as well (when there are 48 people who live at your address, though, there are a lot of people between here and next door...)!


Hopefully the air will clear up and I will now have something to talk about with him when he takes my blood.

If it doesn't clear up, I can try to pass out (from lack of clean air, of course) and then have my friends take me to the ER, since he works there as well.

It's looking like a win-win situation for me.

Rogaine, Anyone?

Last night, I assisted my friend Megan with her mother's 40th birthday party.  The party consisted of myself, Megan, and her little sister.  It would appear that we rock at planning surprise over-the-hill birthday parties.
Now, usually at these sorts of parties, you joke with the birthdayee about how old they are, that their brains are going to stop working, that they won't be able to get up anymore in the mornings, etc.  One might even go so far as to make a joke about their hair falling out.  Nope, I didn't do that.

However, I can guarantee no one will be making those sorts of jokes at my 40th birthday party.  Why, you may ask?  Because I, in fact, will not be losing hair when I turn 40.  It will already be gone.  I will have a luscious blond wig (how else do you think I'll be finding someone to marry?)  Thanks to my iron-free years in high school, I am running out of hairs.  I will present the evidence, found from last night:

 Can you see the pure joy on my face?  It was unapparent to me at that time that I have a visible bald spot!  It's located near the center of my head in this picture, near the crown of my head.

Below, the same bald spot is pictured once again.


Look!  Even after adjusting my sitting position, a slight bald spot is visible.  Ah!


I will be starting a fund shortly for the purchase of my first wig.  Any donations will be kindly appreciated.

If you paid close enough attention to these pictures, you will also now know a few different ways to blow up party balloons.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Do I Really Have to Act Like a Grown-Up?

This semester, I've started looking at what I need to do to be able to get a job when I graduate, something I knew was inevitable but had hoped no one would remind me of.  Unfortunately, I met 2 girls who have the same major as me and at least one of them is ahead of the game.  One of the first conversations I had with her went as follows:

"Hey Kierstin so have you talked with Dr. Coster lately?" (Dr. Coster is the actuarial advisor.)

" for 9 months at least."

"Oh.  Well have you taken any of the professional tests yet or started study groups for them?"

"  I forgot we had to do those."

"Oh.  Well do you want to start a study group with me?!  I haven't met anyone else doing this major before."

"Sure that'd be great!  When are you planning on taking the tests?"

"Well, I'm not qualified to take the first one until after I take Probability, so hopefully next winter."  (I'm taking Probability right now....)

Fast forward to a week ago...

"Hey Kierstin have you looked at internships recently?"

"  I didn't realize there were any internships for actuaries, seeing as that requires an extensive amount of math, and you don't have that much knowledge of math until you've already graduated."

"Well I was just talking with Dr. Coster -ah crud still haven't done that!- and he was talking to me about internships.  Most actuaries can get a job pretty easily after graduation if they have at least two tests done and one internship.  I can't actually do the internships very easily, since my husband's in school and I have two kids, but I thought maybe I'd talk to you about it.  You should really look at them."

"Thanks!  I don't know what I'd do without you!" 

I pretty much feel like a slacker loser.  I don't even know what I'm doing here!  I looked up internships, though, and applied to one that didn't require any tests passed yet, and was rejected the next day; I was told that they had already selected summer 2010 interns and that I should apply again in September.  September.  For summer 2011!

I began looking at the professional tests I have to take today, and most companies hire actuaries who haven't finished taking all the tests (I think there are 8 all together), and they pay you to take the tests, give you time to study, and increase your salary as you complete more tests.  I'm thinking about signing up for the next of the first tests, given in May.  Woohoo! 

I really need to talk to my advisor again, Dr. Dan Coster, but when I went to his website looking for his office hours or contact information, I found this.  I'm comforted to know that he holds the art of underwater basket weaving as precious as I do.  However, I did find this article about him.  Gives me a little hope about my career choice.

Sunday, February 21, 2010


New Mormon Message from last month.  This is the school my sister Kaitlin went to for a year, the one I should have graduated from, and the one my sisters would have graduated from.  Very cool!  Enjoy!

Friday, February 19, 2010

Virtual Telemarketers

I recently signed up for a Skype account at my dad's request - we've never used it, but hey - I've got one set up.  I guess it makes sense that if salesmen can call you at your home phone, they'll probably try to call you on your virtual phone as well.  I've only gotten a few over the last 3 weeks, but the problem is, the ones I get aren't for real products.  They're scams, like "Send your money to Nigeria to help me out - my family is starving and I only have 2 limbs"...etc.  Yesterday I got a most interesting one (maybe not appropriate for kids to read here):

from marina_russia1:

There are thousands of unhappy married women and men in every city, but they DO NOT want to leave their spouse. They want to stay married, but they want to have an affair without ever being caught. Our dating community is extremely popular!

Having an affair can be stressful because you never know if the other person involved is going to get attached to you. You just want to have an intimate encounter and nothing else.

A great thing about this Discreet Dating Community For Married People is that there is no cost to join. You can check it out, see if you like it, and then begin contacting married people for secret intimate encounters.

Press here if you want to have an affair with a married person:

Yeah....I always block the spammers/solicitors, but this one just caught my eye.  Really?  "Having an affair can be stressful."  Well duh.  You're lying to someone you promised your life to.  And what's up with all these people who apparently want to have an affair but also want to stay married?  

I wish there were a way to get rid of all these spammers, but unfortunately, there's not.  I'll just continue deleting the messages asking me to save the penguins in Ghana and donate my savings to someone suffering from some unpronounceable rare disease that apparently no one has ever heard of before.

Thursday, February 18, 2010


My aunt Laura posted something on our family's history on our family website today.  She was talking about my Great-great Grandfather, James Scobey Ferrell, who died just after my dad was born.  Apparently he was a really cool guy.  President Monson actually mentioned him in a talk in 1990, "Hands".

The excerpt talking about him says:

"Not to be overlooked is the hand of a father. Whether he be a skilled surgeon, a master craftsman, or a talented teacher, his hands support his family. There is a definite dignity in honest labor and tireless toil. During the period of the Great Depression, I was a small boy. Fortunate were those men who had work. Jobs were few, hours long, pay scant. On our street was a father who, though old in years, supported with the labor of his hands his rather large family of girls. His firm was known as the Spring Canyon Coal Company. It consisted of one old truck, a pile of coal, one shovel, one man, and his own two hands. From early morning to late evening he struggled to survive. Yet during the monthly fast and testimony meeting, I remember specifically his expressing his thanks to the Lord for his family, his work, and his testimony. The fingers of those rough, red, chapped hands turned white as they gripped the back of the bench on which I sat as Brother James Farrell bore witness of a boy who, in a grove of trees near Palmyra, New York, knelt in prayer and beheld the heavenly vision of God the Father and Jesus Christ, the Son. That boy was Joseph Smith. The memory of those hands serves to remind me of that father’s abiding faith, his honest conviction, and his testimony of truth."

To think that something my great-great grandfather did left an impression on our current prophet makes me want to be better.  What can I do better in my life?  Not that I could hope to leave an impression on a prophet, but we've all got those things we're working on in this life.

Thanks for sharing that, Aunt Laura.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

A Highly Education Clip

I only wish I had watched more of this show growing up.  Imagine everything else I could have learned from the Animaniacs!

Monday, February 15, 2010

An Evening with the Fam

This weekend Uncle Jon and Aunt AJ and family came to visit!  They spent a few days before seeing a Liken production, visiting family, etc.  I was so excited to see them come on Saturday night!  We all went to Cafe Rio for dinner before the concert we all went to.  Sooo yummy!  Thanks guys!

We went to a concert featuring Jenny Jordan Frogley, Dan Beck, and the American Festival Chorus, which was directed by Craig Jessop.  3rd row seats, and cute little girls debating about who I got to sit by.  :)  The chorus turned out to be really great, way better than I had expected, and the pianist/accompanist was amazing!  He wrote most of his own accompaniment as well.  I loved hearing Jenny Frogley and Dan Beck as well, they came out and sang some Valentine's Day songs, and then ended the evening combined with the chorus, singing songs from Irving Berlin.  It was really great.  Thanks for inviting me!!

I wish I had gotten to spend some more time with everyone, but other than that, I couldn't have asked for a better night!  Thanks again!!!  Love you all!

Tuesday, February 9, 2010


Last night, my roommate's friend needed a blessing.  I had just gotten out of the shower, wasn't even completely dressed, when my friend burst into my room:  "Do you think Bryce is still up?!" (just before midnight).

Her friend is extremely sick, and was having an attack of some sort, and so I ran down the way to a guys' apartment at the end, uncombed wet hair and all, knowing that if their light was on, that any of the 4 of them could give our friend a blessing.  Luckily for us, their light was still on, and they agreed to help us out.  My roommate ran and drove out to pick up her friend, and while she was gone, my friend told me to never worry about whether their light is on or not, no matter what time of day or night, to just call him or pound on their door and someone will help us.

I thought it was a huge trust of faith for both my roommate and friend who don't even know the guys I went to.  I am extremely grateful for the guys I know here in my ward/apartment building, that I can trust them like that, and it isn't the first time that someone here has dropped whatever they were doing to come give me or someone I know a blessing.  Last night they even took the time to go get their church clothes on and say a prayer.

I really love where I live, and know that I want this same quality in whoever I marry someday.  So, thank you!

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Oh, It's All Good!

I live with a person who I really don't understand.  She's been pretty happy so far this semester, mostly attributed to the fact that she has a practically live-in boyfriend (stories for another day).  The fact that she was acting happy contributed to my other 2 roommates saying it wouldn't be fair to her to leave her and not live with her next semester.

I immediately started looking elsewhere to live.  Unfortunately, I couldn't convince them that they were being insane.  Fortunately, the next day my friend somewhat came to her senses and gave this crazy roommate of mine the opportunity to find a new place of living for the next school year in a way that didn't make her feel like she was being kicked out.  Even if she had 'felt' like she was kicked out, I really couldn't care at this point.

Anyway.  These last two days she has devolved from the person her wonderful boyfriend (bless his heart) turned her into and has been cranky again.  This involved blasting "Canon in D" from her bedroom from 8:30 PM until she woke up this morning, slamming doors, rolling eyes at me when I was in the kitchen while she wanted to make a sandwich, and telling Megan she was 'impossible' when she wanted Megan to stop using her printer because she was trying to go to bed at 10 o'clock. 

Tonight, when I got home, it involved a phone conversation in the which there was lots of swearing, and then repeating of swear words for her mom to hear, just in case she hadn't heard it the first time, negative comments toward "them" ('them' being Mormons), joy at finding someone who had moved to Utah who wasn't Mormon and hated living here as well, and then lots more negative comments.  All while my bedroom door was open and she walked past it back and forth many times. 

I guess one option I had was to tell her to knock it off.  But, I have a feeling that's what she wanted.  Actually, I have a feeling she knew I wouldn't do that, and so just wanted to make as many mean nasty comments she could while I was the only one here and was for sure hearing it.  If I had gotten nasty with her, I would have felt sick the rest of the night and the rest of this semester would feel terrible, even more terrible than it already will. 

That's not to say that if she comes and yells at me again I'm going to allow it.

So, there's my roommate drama.  I feel like I'm in middle school again!!!  When she got off the phone, I was just feeling down, rather than angry, and didn't feel like anymore awkward meetings in the kitchen, so I ran to Carls Jr. to get a break from my apartment and the spirit that is in here.  I hate it.

In other news, I'm participating in an air pollution blood study through my school's Health and Wellness Center.  They will call me in 9 different times and will pay me $100 at the end of it if I finish everything.  Not much, but hey - I'll take anything.  You go in, and someone draws your blood, between 1-3 vials.  Then you go in another room and do a breathing test, similar to one I did when I tested for asthma 10 years ago. 

Well....the guy who regularly draws my blood...well, let's just say he's not ugly.  So today, my 4th visit, I finally mentally kicked myself and thought "Why don't you try talking to him?!"  It is quite awkward, sitting/laying back and having your blood drawn and not knowing what to talk about.  So, naturally, I asked him if he ever used to get grossed out by taking people's blood or if he got over that a long time ago.  Great.  We started talking, and kept talking, and while he was wrapping the bandage around my arm, he kept talking, and talking, and wrapping, and wrapping, and talking, and wrapping, and not paying attention, until he finished off the roll. 

It felt like a tourniquet!  I couldn't bend my elbow at all, but who was I to say anything?  He was cute!  I didn't even get his name, but hey - I've got 5 more times I have to go in to get my blood drawn.  Maybe between now and then there's time for a name exchange, phone number exchange, marriage proposal maybe?  Haha just kidding aunties!  Hopefully I don't lose my lower arm in the process, though.

For the title of this post, last night at about 12:30, I found I couldn't sleep.  So I finally turned on my light and grabbed my Book of Mormon and Spanish hymn book.  I was reading the hymns and humming/singing them to myself in Spanish.  The last one I saw before I closed the book, was "Come, Come Ye Saints", except in Spanish it is titled after the last phrase of the song, "All is Well."  So the song is called, "Oh, Esta Todo Bien."  Which, at first glance translation in my head, came out as "Oh, It's All Good!"

So, it's all good!