Thursday, March 31, 2011


While looking through job announcements for mathematicians and statisticians and actuaries and the like, I realized something.

I'm going to have to actually use what I learn in class in real life.

That's frightening, both for me and for you.

Too late to switch to a sewing degree or something in culinary arts?

Tuesday, March 29, 2011


I'm glad someone else feels the same way about the hill:

What's really cool is I texted this picture to my e-mail, and it worked!  So sweet!

For all of you who already knew phones could do this, please just pretend that I figured something really cool out....please.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

So Effective

This made me giggle.  But.............................what if it's true?

CIA's 'Facebook' Program Dramatically Cut Agency's Costs

Who knows?

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Selling Myself Short?

I've been thinking a lot lately on different things.

No wonder my grades are suffering.  {insert hilarious laughter here}

I sometimes wonder what things I could be doing instead of what I am doing.

Why didn't I apply to a super-smart school?  Like Harvard?  I'm sure I was smart enough in high school; I probably wouldn't have been accepted, but I would at least have applied.  BYU is seen as the 'elite' school in our religion and especially this family, and I didn't even apply.  Did I sell myself short by going to the 'easy' school to get into?  I never had a desire to go to any school in particular; I just chose USU on a whim, and because it offered the cheapest way to go to school short of community college or Weber and staying at home.

Everything has worked out, anyway; I have no doubt that Heavenly Father's hand was in my coming to USU.  I do not think I would have handled my family moving as well had I not had the friends I had, and if I had been going to Weber, living at home, life would have changed a lot more; I would have had to move out all at once and things would have been a lot more stressful.

Why didn't I go into music?  I don't think I made the wrong decision in going into math; I've always said I didn't want to go into music because I didn't want to be graded on my hobby.  I didn't want to quit enjoying music; I still think this was a good decision (for me), but sometimes I wonder if I hadn't practiced harder, I could have become a really good pianist.  Not saying I still can't, it's just a little bit harder now, and I'm sure it only gets harder from here on out.

It's still my dream to play the organ in the Tabernacle, or the one in the Conference Center.

And not just by myself - I want to play with someone really cool there.  I don't pretend to ever dream of having the opportunity to play for the Choir.

How about a mission?  I've never felt a specific desire to go on a mission myself; not saying it's not something I wouldn't do if asked, I just have never really felt like it's what I'm supposed to do right now.  However, I have a handful of girlfriends going on missions now - a few people I know just tonight got their calls in the mail.  Sometimes I feel like I'm missing the 'train'.  Yep I just came up with that metaphor.  I think.

I'm not going on a mission, I don't have a sweet internship or job lined up, I'm not married or dating anyone, heck I've never dated anyone in my life.  I know, I know, I'm young, only 20, but it doesn't change the fact that here in the northern heart of Utah, I feel like I'm missing out on something, falling behind everyone for some reason.

Anyway, those are my thoughts of the night.

I should clarify:  I'm not feeling down or anything like I was the last while, I just have been thinking on these things.

Buenas noches!

Tuesday, March 22, 2011


I would just like to inform you all that I just finished my math assignment that I started at 9:00 PM last night.  I took a 4 hour break to sleep and then got up and went to the gym for an hour (it's another spin class through the University), talked to my mom on the phone, and then finished the assignment.

This seems to be the theme lately for homework.  For example, last Wednesday I started an assignment around 3 PM, took a break for piano lessons, then worked for 4 hours at Wally's, then came home and worked on the homework until 4 in the morning.  Slept for three hours and then went to the gym and to class.

And I had only finished half of it.

Thankfully, I'm only going to be working 2 days a week from now until the rest of the semester, because I can't keep doing this.

So, I'd also like to let everyone know that I'm not working nearly so much anymore and life is much more happy!  So you don't have to worry about when to call me now (I know you were all really worried about that).  And I don't have to always work every day of the week or every single Friday and Saturday.

It's kind of exciting getting a smidgen of life back, isn't it?

Monday, March 21, 2011

Family Day

{200th Post}

A.K.A. "Let's prove to our parents that we really are grown-ups in this cool singles ward we go to" Day.

I have not had the opportunity for my parents to come to a family day in my ward in this college experience.

Excuses I've come up with for people who ask where my parents are:

  • Gas was a little pricey this year.
  • The jet lag wasn't worth it.
  • I invite them every year, and they just won't come!  They always have some sketchy excuse.
  • It would be in violation of their parole.
  • Recently they were incarcerated in El Salvador for drug lording.
  • Secret Service.
  • They died in a bull stampede last year! (burst into tears for effect)

I've thought about family day, and how it is somewhat absurd.  Imagine 'family day' in any other setting or type of ward.

  • College class (Look what your kids are learning in remedial math!)
  • Family wards (Oh wait, I think this is called Primary program)
  • Regular single adult wards (I think this would just be awkward)
As you can see, family day is a weird invention created so college students can prove to their parents that they're really grown up now, giving big girl talks and teaching lessons and praying in Sacrament meeting.

But that's just my opinion.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

5 Things I Would Bring to a Desert Island

Assuming I actually get 8 things and Water, Food, and Scriptures are those first 3,

1.  Ice cream.

2.  Comfy sweats.

3.  A camp shower, complete with yummy smelling shampoo and conditioner and body wash.

4.  A yoga mat along with an instructional DVD and television because I don't really understand how to do yoga.  It just sounds like it would be a good place to relax and meditate, by myself, on an island, with waves crashing around me.

5.  Sunscreen.

Up Next:  5 Things I Would Bring to a Dessert Island  *sunscreen and calories not applicable*

Saturday, March 12, 2011


Good grief!  I am dying to go on a vacation somewhere!  Any of these places would do right now:

Carlsbad Caverns

Grand Canyon


(I'd like to go for the World Cup - whaddya say, Pops?)

Oregon (anywhere)

Machu Picchu

Disneyland (of course)

San Antonio




Santo Domingo

Or even to Idaho Falls

Because this is how I'm feeling about Logan right now:

8 more weeks of this semester are left!

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Sweet Learnin's!

I think I just discovered a very cool application of Google - if you type, say, "chocolate chip recipes" in the search bar, on the side bar will pop up a bunch of options, asking you what ingredients you have and don't have, how much time you want to take to prepare the meal, etc, and it will sift through all the recipes online for you!

Cool beans!

In other news, I've been seeing pictures of friends all over the place going on vacations and such.  I think I'm going to go crazy being cooped up here in Logan for another year!

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Customer Service Extraordinaire

This time I was on the complainer's end.  I stayed at a hotel the night before my friend's wedding with my roommates, just for fun.  However, today I got the charge on my account, and it was higher than what I had agreed upon.  I no longer had the confirmation e-mail or anything though, so I couldn't be certain.

I called the place, and after talking to them and asking why the charge had been higher (had one of my roommates accidentally opened a bottle of champagne...etc....), the man I spoke to immediately refunded the charge down to what I thought it was supposed to be.

Just like that.

So easy!

But I feel guilty!  And I don't know why!  I am positive that I told the man the right amount; I had it in my head so I could let my other roommate know, so she could split the cost with me.  I am 100% sure that they, accidentally or not, overcharged me.

Then why do I feel so guilty?  Drives me crazy!

Sunday, March 6, 2011

With My Bestie

Good luck in everything with your new best friend and husband Clayton, I'll keep looking for one of my own!

Saturday, March 5, 2011


Two days ago, I was ironing my roommate's bridesmaid dress.

A different roommate walked in, and said, "Wow.  You're ambitious."

Me:  "Really?  Her dress just needs to be ironed.  I just have to be careful with this fabric since it can melt easily, and I actually, really have melted material ironing before."

Her:  "Oh, I didn't know that you could do that; I was just talking about you ironing at all.  That's really hard - I don't think I've ironed anything in my life.  I've never used an iron."

I guess a different perspective can make even daily, boring chores seem exciting!

Can't wait to see what happens when I sew a button in front of her!

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Racist Nail Polish

I never knew I had such strong opinions on race and culture in my life.

Today, I went to go have my second legitimate pedicure in my life, right before Megan's wedding, so that I can have super cute toes in any pictures which may involve feet (because you all know that that is what matters the most on her wedding day).

So there Megan and I were, in the Brigham City Walmart at DaVi Nails, and we noticed that one of the two workers present was a white boy, about my age.

It was extremely unnerving.

Aren't all nail salon people supposed to be Asian?! my brain screamed in protest at me.

I yelled back at my brain to stop talking to me.  It's weird when that happens.

This aforementioned white man gave me the pedicure today.  It was one of the weirdest experiences thus far in my life.

I'm not sure if this man had feminine tendencies or not, if you were wondering.  I actually don't think he did.  Which was also weird.

But the most awkward part?

Not having smooth legs - in fact, having really, really, EXTREMELY un-smooth legs as he rubbed the lotion on my feet and lower calves.


Tuesday, March 1, 2011


Yup, it's another month.

One month closer to THE END.

One months closer to being older.

The month my best friend gets married!

The month I have Spring Break.

The month that makes me want to scream at school.  Actually, I think that generally applies to every month.

Congratulations to everyone for making it this far.