Food. (Truly, that's all I have to talk about today.)

Title: what my culinary skills have been reduced to.

Title: What the heck is my problem, I'm eating beans on my own free will!

Story about the first picture:

Kristalyn and I went to do baptisms in the Manti Temple- two and a half hours later (it was a very busy, very eventful day in the baptistery!) I came home to a reeking apartment and bubbled over 'lunch'. Which actually wasn't too bad if you can get past really dry chicken and bland, soggy rice.

The oven still stinks though. I haven't found motivation to really super clean it out yet.

Story for the second picture: 

I've discovered I go through food phases. Sometimes I'm a Mickey D's girl who doesn't wanna eat anything that isn't greasy, calorie loaded and unhealthy (because that's when it tastes the best, of course!)

Sometimes I decide to go weight-watchers style and eat some of everything, as long as it's within point reason.

Sometimes I go crazy and I only want avocado smoothies and open faced sandwiches loaded with lettuce and tomatoes.

Lately I'm feeling like a juice/smoothie addict and I threw in a bowl of green beans.

I just wanted to blog because it's therapeutic, but I really didn't have anything to talk about. (We watched Tangled last night, and Tyler came and ate the apple crisp I owe him. This being friends thing is hard, but I'm glad we're still friends. He's taught me a lot, I've decided. He's such a good person. Dangit!)

My friend, Caitlan, just gave me a back of pop sickle sticks and candy. (Once last semester I snapped seven thousand sticks in frustration because I just wanted to break something. And then I ate my weight in 'fun sized' candy bars. She's thoughtful haha.)

(Thanks Cait!)

But now I'm going to Institute and then to the nail appointment in Fairview thanks to my roommate b-day money. :D (Thanks guys, you're the best!)

So have a beautiful Thursday! Get yourself ready for conference weekend! (Aren't you just so excited? I swear I can feel my spirit getting all giddy to hear the words of our Prophet and the apostles!)

French Dark Chocolate Assortment.

Because I couldn't come up with a better title.

Technically this counts as tomorrow, so I'm not really blogging twice in one day.
BUT- (There are ALWAYS big buts.)

I just wanted to show you this:


I so just ran right into this sign. The goose egg on my forehead is proof! (Ok. So never take the majority of what I say literally. I didn't actually run. I walked. And not even into any signs.) Now that I've been not so gently reminded that reality is slightly different than what I've been swimming around inside my brain in.... whatever. I hate grammar.
Folks, Tyler is just a friend. Yes, he's a boy, and he's proved to be one of my best friends, but there is no more compounding of words. (I mostly just wanted to re-vent that point. Secretly none of you knew about the crazy college girl angst I've been in. But now there is finality in the situation and so I'm not dragging along behind the train of dreams on a shred of hope. ... That wasn't dramatic at all.)
Four Mondays. I need to start studying like a education addict, praying like a lost leper/sheep/whateverelseyouwannathrowinhere, smiling like... a smiley face (?) and finding some serious service to do. (This girl in institute said in her devo that if your life ever starts feeling too hard, you'd better start serving others.) Maybe insert belting Michael Buble's song, "I just haven't met you yet" and try to soothe my impatient nerves that way. Because let's face it ladies and gents. (Mostly the ladies) His voice melts us like pop-sickles on the fourth of July!

Remember the sign? That I ran into? Well here are the ice packs I found for that... I discovered that Tyler was right. Doing what's right (as in getting rid of possible bad influential rebound type characters) isn't easy, but I feel a whole lot better already. It's only been a few hours! Deal! I like this game.
I also discovered that Tyler is an incredible friend, and hey. Who has to follow the code? I think more than friends' should be able to stay friends. Because I think that friends are good.
I also think that I'm incredibly grateful for how this timing played out. For some odd reason he had time to actually talk for a while tonight, (he being Tyler of course. Sad, that I still sound so... infatuated. It'll pass. I'm sure.) but I already had scheduled another baptism temple trip with Kristalyn for tomorrow between classes.
(Oh Manti Temple, you're my refuge.)
I discovered that although I'm positive my sweet dad would answer the phone at 12 am and listen to me cry, I can do hard things on my own and respect peoples sleeping schedule because I have the scriptures and I have prayer and all sorts of other Primary answers.
I also discovered that hot showers are divine.
(So are glasses of coooold water!)

So here's me toasting that awfully wonderful reality check sign. I'm a lazy bum, I need to kick it into REALLY high gear, sleep more and eat better... but hey. Life's good. :)

(I feel like I sound really fake in all my posts now. Sorry readers, I'm just... journaling? Typing is easier than writing. Remember how I said I'm a lazy bum. This should clear everything up for you. :) Goodnight people!)

Withdrawals, weeping wailing gnashing teeth &such.

This is why:

Do you see what I'm saying? (No, no. It's not about Alisha. She's nice. :) We like Alisha.) Long hair is what I'm talking about... Do you see what it is now?

Short. Sad and short and un-long and flowy and pretty.

Ugh. Someday It'll grow out. Knowing me, I'll slice it right off again. 

Circle of hairlife. 

But mainly I'm blogging for a couple of choice reasons.
I JUST BOUGHT TANGLED WITH MY ROOMMATE BDAY MONEY!!! (We're having a toe painting, Tangled/Taken watching party tonight. I hope.)

I've always secretly known I'm hideous, but never truly had to face the reality. Until today. I was about to go in our front door when Tori opened it and did this flailing flinching yelling thing. That bad, eh?
Then, I scared Sami twice on a Walmart trip. I must be hideous.
(On the bright side, I love this giggling madness.) (And singing Tangled songs in Walmart.)
Also, you should know that I'm the proud owner of a clever t-shirt that a man in Walmart commented on.
The front says, "I hate winter," and the back says, "But I love SNOW!" Ahaha. Punny isn't it? Anyway, I walked through the front doors, and went through the routine of saying hi to the very friendly greeters, and he responded with, "Welcome, I hate winter too." :)

But I'm still bummed that my hair is taking an eternity to grow back. I'm sure it'll happen eventually. (Back to learning more patience.

Also, Thankful Tuesday: (I decided I'm starting that.)
I'm thankful for the random nice things people say to you. This girl from my institute class gave me a huge hug, and told me multiple times she thinks I'm so awesome. (Who, me?) She always says the nicest things to me, and it really makes my day! Then it makes me think about the things I say. Do I make people who feel like crying smile instead? (That sounded really dramatic and cliche'. Sorry. :p)
Sunday, some sort of adult leader came up to me and told me he just wanted me to know that Heavenly Father was proud of the person I am and in the way I dress and speak and conduct myself. (He's also the man who told me at the first of the block that he wouldn't hold it against me that I was from Cedar City. Maybe he felt bad and decided to try and make it up.)

P.S I love the nursing home but it makes me all sorts of weepy lately. Maybe it's because I'm going to miss them when I leave. Because I am. Very much so.
Except lately when I've gone I just feel awkward. I feel like Tyler's all grand at talking to them and everyone just thinks I'm an idiot.
Sometimes I agree.
Sometimes I also struggle with being nice and patient with people who are all opinionated. Any thoughts? Because I'm pretty sure that I need to grow up and deal with interferences in other ways than stomping off to the library to cool off. I mean really. Aren't I supposed to act my age? (Oh wait. I'm still a teen. It counts.) :p
I'm now officially going to stomp right back to my apartment and eat dinner.
But I was serious about the thoughts on being patient with people that make you flustered. Someday I'll catch on to this being a good person thing. (Cross your fingers.)

Peace, man!

This morning I woke up (shot out of bed in near hyper ventilation) from a very interesting dream nightmare. On occasion I worry about my subconscious. Creepy old men climbing the side of my building and morphing into exes with knives threatening little sisters? Bathrooms made up of sheets hung with old fashioned clothes pins? Really, Shannon, where do you come up with these things?

So I did the morning routine, ya know. Prayers that probably are half asleep and slurred, strawberry flavored mini wheats, (easy on the milk. They get soggy.) and crawling back into bed with breakfast in hand, because it's kinda freezing in the morning at our apartment. That's my opinion anyway.
While I shivered... how the blast do you spell that? Oh. One r. Anyway, shivered with my wheaties I was thinking about this year. It's been crazy/great/sad/amazing/long/educational/tough/surprising/frustrating/beautiful... etc. I counted Mondays- there's only 4 (not counting today) left before I pack up and move back to my parent's house in Cedar. Part of me is excited for that, because that's whats up next, but part of me kinda just wants to cry and stay here.
The cool/ridiculous part about life is that it always is changing. You're either moving forward or backward and I'm excited! I admit, I blog-stalk. And some of them are sooo adorable, cute mom's who post about parenting and life as a little family. I'm so excited! Really, it's just not worth getting bummed over life, because then you forget that you've got so much coming up that you're happy about!
Speaking of happy, I decided I'm happy about a lot of small silly things.
Like:
-Tangled soundtrack songs,
-Finding Bday Reeces in your hiding spot that you totally forgot about for a few days
-Hearing your roommate belting Kelly Clarkson songs :) (Haha she's cute)
-Seeing the carpet in the apartment. (It's awesome! Thanks Jill and Karlee :) )
-Fast and Testimony meeting and all the cute and awesome examples we have in our ward. (I'm really gonna miss it I think. We have an awesome Bishopric and awesome YSA leaders, and teachers and... you get the idea. There are so many awesome people that I've met here and it's kinda making me feel nostalgic/sentimental with this Monday count.)
-My purple/black/white quilt that my mom, grandma and sisters helped make
-The wicker night stand that I so adamantly spray painted black. (Lesson learned. Never paint anything that's wicker a dark color. Just don't. Especially if it started out being VERY light colored beforehand.)
-Letters
-Typing
-Figuring out what the heck I'm making for dinner. And lunch.
-Memories
-Seeing happy people
-Realizing I was incredibly blonde and picked up the fourth volume of a series for "an easy fun read". Usually people start with one, don't they? :p
-Remembering what I learned! (Nice going, brain, you're catching on to this education stuff.)
-Looking back and realizing that I always get promptings about things. It's just that I'm too stubborn and ADD and busy to recognize them sometimes.
-Talking to my roommate instead of actually going to bed
-Giggling
-Rain
-Looking forward to going to the Library for hours (it's a new sensation.)
-Singing in the shower like a rock star
-Listening to George Strait while getting ready
-Thinking about my childhood (dear cousins and sisters and family... our family seriously rocks! Have you stopped to realize that we're so blessed? I never really thought about the fact that not everyone has what we do in such a big, supportive, loving family centered in the gospel. :) It's kind of amazing, really.)

So. Now I'm gonna go pack a PB&J for my library escapade, and get going on the rest of the day. :)
Happy happy Monday!

Festival of Colors!!!

It was a close one. I almost didn't go... I didn't want to go clubbing with my roommates, (ya know. Just not feeling very dancish and not really loving the idea of a club anyway, I'm a party poop I guess.) so I almost stayed home. But then I found people who weren't going to the club after-party madness so I just caught a ride home with them afterward. :) Phew, because that was THE COOLEST thing ever! I maybe felt slightly blasphemous because it seemed like I was becoming Hindu or something (no disrespect meant,) and the crazy mosh pit singing  "hare krishna" was a wee bit out of my comfort zone.
Um, Jill crowd surfed!! Secretly I wish I did it too, but there's something a little sketchy about being handed around that high above the ground and being touched by a million strangers. So I chickened out.
(I also chickened out on kissing the llama. But in my defense that stupid llama wouldn't get close enough for a long enough space of time required for kissing. It's gonna happen eventually. But then Matt started telling me stories about llama lugies (? loogies?) and I didn't really find that encouraging in the least. I also started having horrific visions of llama face bites. Both of those killed the romance vibe, and therefore- no kiss!) (Ok, so romance has nothing to do with it... it's just on my bucket list. Angie, I so wish I had known you could rent llamas. That'd give me some quality time with them, right?)
So enough with my chatter, here's some poor quality, phone camera pictures! (I know. That really sold them to you, didn't it?)

Here's Jill, :) Her eyes looked SWEET!

Then Karlee and I had to capture ourselves... I feel like I look especially diseased next to her because she looks clean. :p

Jill, Matt, and me. This was right before we left, so basically this is how we looked as we walked on the road to get back to cars. We were pretty attractive, no?

I was trying to get a picture of the clouds of chalk, plus the cool temple that I never even knew existed in Utah. The chalk was seriously so thick that I guess an ambulance came a few times to get people who passed out from inhaling so much!

After we left, I went with my other friend to go to a soccer game- which ended up being sold out. So we went to Matt's house and showered and got changed and went to the movie "Limitless",

 I think we missed the first part, but it was still pretty good. A little sketchy at parts though, so I don't know if I want to recommend it. Plus it's mostly a druggie atmosphere through the whole thing. It was definitely an intense movie though.

Then we waited for the other people to get back from SLC to give everyone a ride back to E town. 

Hot tubbing sounded like a good plan at 2 in the morning, so we went out there... 

Ew. Obviously other festival goers had the same idea as us because the water was this disgusting purple/brown color. Mm... nothing like soaking in chalk! But sometimes desperation gets to you and you're too cold to care what color the water is. 

And then sometimes it starts blizzarding so you have to run your freezing bum right back into the apartments. (And watch John Tucker Must Die.)

And then go to bed. :)

But my point was the Festival was super awesome!! I want to go again Next year! (Seriously, any takers? We'll make a party out of it!)

But now I'm going to go back to my Jenny Oaks Baker and get ready for church. 

(Sorry, this probably didn't seem like a very Sabbath appropriate post. I was just sooo excited to put the pictures on!)

P.S I am literally stained. I still have a purple scalp and ears... and forehead. :p

P.S

I like this kinda a lot.
It's who you are. :)

I should be getting ready,

But I wanted to blog instead. :)
Yesterday was actually not too bad on the boredom scale. I decided I needed to just snap out of it, so I went to Friday Forum, and made homemade oreos with Sami, played just dance with Sam, Karlee and Matt, (in which I royally kicked Matthews behind. Several times. :P Bwaha. It's fun to play against him because he's the only one I can beat.) I cleaned up my stuff, did visiting teaching, watched some Criminal Minds with the roommies, got ready, went to a neon stomp (and actually danced, which is a big deal...for me.), got slightly flustered, went home and hot tubbed with random SLC people and Matt. He's Mr. Dr. Phil for me I think, wanting to know how classes were going, what I learned from last semester, quotes from Elenore Roosevelt about how I control my feelings... ya know. The works. (Minus the part where Dr. Phil always states the obvious in classic Dr. Phil voice inflections like, "You have a drinking problem!" right after the guest has admitted to being an alcoholic.)
Then I hung out with Karlee, Sami, and Karlee's friends, Brady and Cameron. Interesting evening.
BUT! (No. I'm not even going to bring up 'completos' and kid history. This time.)
I woke up this morning feeling extra sentimental and sad. So I'm now eating breakfast and blogging and getting ready to get ready. (It takes some special pep talking some days. Like today.)
On the bright side, we're all driving up to 'The Festival of Colors'... I'm not even sure what exactly that entails but it sounded like something exciting and fun. And someone told me that it's held at an actual Indian temple thing. Maybe not temple, but I have no idea what you call it.

Truthfully I've always wanted to throw chalk at people for the fun of it...?

See? Look how sweet that looks!

Anywaho... Anyway? Anywho? Whatever I was trying to say... 

My point is I'm going to go shower probably because I hear hygiene is the thing to do. If you want friends.

(And oh, how I want friends.)

P.S, HAPPY PROM DATE to Erin, and Happy Saturday to all!

Flustered with a capital D.

I feel a little bit like this:

Discouraged accounts for the spelling of flustered with a capital D.

Homework kinda stinks sometimes... patience kinda stinks sometimes. Having your hopes smashed kinda stinks sometimes. So does cold.

That's why, my friends, I've gotta snap out of this!! I heard a quote somewhere once that you can be happy or you can be sad and miserable- the amount of work is the same. 

So, I've decided it's much happier to feel, well, happy. Don't you agree? Exactly. But it's definitely one of the 'uphill's of life. And to quote my Aunt named Cherene, "I've been uphill, and I've been downhill. Downhill is easier." Just sayin. Maybe it takes the same amount of work to get to the sad and miserable as it does to get to the happy and satisfied, but I've discovered that life is funny that way. Good, happy, healthy things don't have a shelf life. You have to keep maintaining them. (We call that work. Hard work, even.)

On the other hand, bad habits and negative thoughts and negative feelings are like foods that have LOADS of sugar and preservatives in them. They have a much easier time surviving shelf lives. Why is that, anyway? 

(I mean I know that I know the answer. That was a rhetorical question.)

The plan for Friday is this:

Look cute and read the scriptures. 

Ok so that's not really the plan. (Although I might throw that in there. :p)

I need to get off my bum and get ready for the day and just plow through everything that needs to be done. I might even try cleaning more than just my room- because who doesn't feel better in a clean apartment? Exactly.

(To be honest, I don't really even want to do all that though. I mostly just want to feel better. Without the work. That's what we call lazy.)

So here goes nothin' hot dogs!

I think this is what we call faith. Moving forward even when we don't feel like it, and believing that doing the right things is going to make us better. 

Have a fantastic Friday!

Remember how I was bored?

I went to Walmart with Karlee and Vinney. Vinney nearly killed me via wheel chair (it's funny how you get away with so much more when you have him around because he's so huge and no one dares say anything to you. That's my guess anyway.) I admit, I splurged and got cinnamon rolls. I tried really hard to talk myself out of it, but in the end the Mr. Hyde version of me won over my conscience and we ate delicious cinnamon rolls.
And had a push up contest... It was a close one. I mean. I got one and a half. Vinney got seven thousand. Close, right?
Then Conner came over... I think I've scared him off, because he left and I haven't heard from him since. :p (This is why no one should be allowed to see me when I'm on bored/sugar high's. Shoot.)
Then a previous guy sent a SUPER random text about how he just got off a date and wished that she was like me. "Um... thank you?" What am I supposed to do with information like that anyway? I thought it was semi weird. (Although I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little bit flattered.)

Today I went to institute in pajamas (I know. I'm sorry.) and now I'm on an Anne Geddes/ baby obsession tangent. Again. I thought that'd passed... but gender has the upper hand on me. I just love babies. I'm sorry. They're stinkin adorable.

Can you blame me? I mean really. 

And then I found my flash drive and put it in only to find a document on it called "Story" by a Miss Brianne Heap. :) Cutest ever. Really, her writing style makes me think of Junie B. Jones. (Which is a total compliment in case you haven't read any Junie B. I am IN LOVE with those books.)

But I must be really tired or something because I cried over a cute baby picture on http://leahnaomi.com. Well. Several. 

And then I cried over Bri's story... it's not even a sad story! It's just too cute! (There's some serious emotion over abundance going on in my life today I think.) Institute may have inspired a few tears too.

I feel like I look just like this:

For a couple of reasons. 1-the obvious: emotion. 2- do you see the double chin?? Enough said.

Anyway.

This was a random blog post. But I had to do something non productive before I started studying. Ya know? :p

मुझे को बचाने के लिए, मॅँ' सरकार ऊब!!

Which translates into: Save me, I'm bored!!
In Hindi.
And if Hindi doesn't suit your fancy:
Pelasta, minut porataan!! Is Finnish.
Or, Освен мене, аз съм отегчен!! is Bulgarian...
Maybe you'd like Swedish better, "Rädda mig, har jag det tråkigt!!"
Or, maybe you're like me and you really just wanted Swahili. Too bad that's not an option on the free translation website I just used.
(Ya know what I just really realized? If I'm actually spending time finding out how to tell you I'm bored in different languages... I must be REALLY bored. ... Eh. I can't deny it.)

So basically... I'm losing sanity. I've been at the library all day-except for classes and the temple trip.
(I just have to tell you that there was the cutest down syndrome temple worker who baptized Kristalyn and I. He was such a sweet heart. And the other temple worker man, self-named 'Uncle Charlie', told me that my sparkly green toe nails were cute. ... Does that strike the rest of you as stinkin adorable?? I love the temple workers at Manti! They were all so excited to schedule us in for next Wednesday at the same time. So we get to see all our new friends again. :p)
Seeing how I've been studying all day... I don't really want to fill my boredom with more studying. I think that'd result in oatmeal brains; but honestly it's probably because I'm kinda lazy and I'd rather make Pillsbury cinnamon rolls instead. Are you hearing this?? Remember my tangent of how I wanted to make everything homemade? Remember how I haven't bought bread because I insisted on making my own?? And now I'm resorting to Pillsbury and considering solitary Red Box viewing.
This is serious.
Help? Any suggestions?
Maybe I'll go read the Ensign or something semi productive. (We discussed the talk by Elder Christofferson about consecration in Institute yesterday so now I'm feeling all sorts of guilty for all the time I waste.)
... Maybe I'll stick with the cinnamon rolls and a movie.

So I googled "Random". Here's what I found.

And if you lost it, they found it so I suggest callin.

Maybe.

P.S :)

Tyler told me that according to his memory book he just read, it's more effective to study in sections, and in between subjects you should take a break.

... I'm just taking the advice of experts who wrote said book. :)

I just made a fantastical (short) power point on Celiac Disease.
Sounds like fun stuff. Except for not at all.
But that's besides the point.

I just feel the need to let you know the kitchen in my apartment is clean, and that the dishes have been done and that I nearly threw up multiple times cleaning out our fridge. Which is truly sad. Nevertheless, the work is done!
I cooked and diced some chicken that I was going to eat for dinner... the fridge cured me of hunger though so I skipped out on that. (The freezer is next on my list!)
Also, I attempted to vacuum. Neither of the two we have in our apartment worked. At all.
In fact they had more of a blowing affect. (I hear vacuums are sucky if they're good. Just sayin.)
That plan was temporarily canceled.
Then I came to my current location, wanna guess where?

...

Of course it's the library!

And would you like to guess what's happening to my sanity and brain for double or nothin'?


Yes, you're correct. They're being lost and melted. (In case you were really curious, listening to classical music makes me ready for bed. However, it's the only music that doesn't distract me which is the only necessary detail when it comes to study music picking. Plus, aren't there studies on it being super intellectual anyway? I need all the help I can get. I just need some more jazzy classical. Maybe I'll find a jazz channel on pandora next time. :p)
So. My five minute break is up... I'm gonna go study some more. (Except now I have the dilemma of deciding which to study: more Med Term? Pharmacy Tech? Maybe some gospel so when I do my devotional tomorrow I actually have something to say. :p See? It's quite a stressful decision. Good thing there are no morning classes on Tuesday.)
Goodnight to all you lucky ducks who get to go to bed before 12. :(
(Haha I love that the Library plays "Closing Time" five minutes before they kick you out. It's rather fun business.)

P.P.S... :D Next time I blog it will be from the 19 year old version of me. I will no longer have "the mind of an 18 year old". (That reference was for my father and other such familial members who understand the insideness of the joke. :p)

My weekend (Before I go back to being studious...)

So, I already reported the date.
Now it's time to report the fact that I was going to run away to Richfield after I got home, but it was a little late to drive anywhere. So Saturday morning I went over to visit Tara! (The exclamation point is because I haven't seen her in forever. She's been at army training madness. Crazy, right? I know. And Olyvia came Saturday evening. It's been at least 3 years since all three of us were together, so it was pretty fun to catch up. :) )
Since my camera is broken I took pictures to document odd moments with my telephonal device. :) Would you like to see them?
Ok! :D

The coolest sunglasses I've ever seen on the face of planet Earth!

The GIANT bon fire from said date. If you look really close you can see little people off the the left. Yup. It was that big. 

This, my friends, is a pumello(?) that Tara and I had for brunch. It's like grapefruit but milder. (I like grapefruit better.)

Cutest magnet I've ever seen!! I want one! 

This caption is a long one, so get comfy. I decided I was still hungry after finishing leftovers yesterday, so I put a handful of tortellini noodles in the giant pot (because I didn't want to wash the little one) and turned up the heat. Then Harry Potter came on ABC so I had to sit down and laugh at how tiny they were in the 3rd one. Forever later (ok maybe twenty minutes) I remembered, "Hey! I have pasta on the stove! You're supposed to supervise cooking usually..." so I ran panickedly over. They were... slimeyish. Starches don't like swimming for too long. So I'm now consciously thinking "K, Shan, you can't just forget and leave stuff unattended." as I'm putting some soap in the pan to soak. And two minutes later I remember it. The bubbles looked more daunting in person, I think. But you get the gist of it. This is my reminder that on occasion I fail life. :p 

So there you have the pictures!
Last night I had to fill in for the Stake Choir director, and I mostly felt like an idiot waving my arms around as if I knew what I was doing. But the people who showed up to sing were all nice people and didn't throw any Hymn books at my face or anything too drastic. They just smiled like, "Oh dear." (That's all they could say. "Oh dear.") Needless to say practice got out almost fifteen minutes early.
After choir, I gave Tyler a ride back to our apartments and we talked for at least an hour about teaching (I taught RS yesterday, he taught Elder's Quorum) and the fact he feels awkward around girls again, and my date (that was the weirdest part. He asked how it went, and then looked awkward and threw in the "but it's none of my business so you don't have to tell me!" line.) and my failure to boil noodles properly or microwave anything safely these days... we mostly just talked. It was nice. I miss that, because it's been so 'walking on glass'ish these days that we haven't just talked. Ya know? But then he had stuff he needed to do, and Conner had texted to see if he could come by and say hi. So that was the end of our visit. (I just feel so happy and at ease around Tyler. So I guess if  nothing works out, we should at least be friends, because he's truly one of the best people I know!)

Conner came over, and Blaine was already at our apartment (surprise surprise. ;) I swear they're gonna get married. But hey. We all know what roommate betting and speculations mean in the end. Basically nothing. Haha. Learned that one the hard way. :p) so we did the awkward introductions, and I finished putting my slimey, dead bird into a marinade for today's dinner, and we sat down to play......

Basically we discovered that no matter how much you know, Sami knows more; Tori and Blaine are competitive; Jill loves to sing songs that aren't actually related to the question at hand; I know all of the weird random Disney stuff, like Bella Note is the song that is sung over a plate of spaghetti in Lady and the Tramp, and such; and last but definitely not least, Conner and I both are excellent at rolling 1's, 2's, and 3's. We're also grand at being the caboose of the game pieces. :p We so got dominated!
It was so much fun though! After that we started talking and somehow that morphed into watching the Kid History youtube movies, (did you know there's a FOURTH ONE????)  (also if you love Kid History movies, please watch this. :) ) and watching Dwight Howard. (Also, please watch this. Just because this is what makes me think he's funny. And this. And this. :) Haha)
And then we argued over who's winning the bet- which I totally have in the bag- and then we did the Karlee with lots of awkwardness... she's mastered it, I tell you. And he hugged me and went home.

... I just ran out of stuff to ramble about so that probably means I should go to the library now. :( :p
Happy Monday!

Report: The Date.

So yesterday after blogging my boredom, I left my comfy wingback chair, and went to Chemistry. Took a quiz (almost aced it), and ran to the third floor to do all kinds of homework in the Chemistry category. Luckily when I felt someone looking at me and turned to see who's stinkin beady eyes were stinging through my flesh, it was Tyler. (Hooray! Someone who knows Chemistry!) So he helped me finish homework- truly, he's the most patient person I know. (This is the part where I got a text from the executive secretary guy in our ward asking me for a huge favor, and would I be home this weekend. I'm thinking, "Shoot. Who needs a sub." but I decided I should probably be grateful for some time filler service type stuff, so I said yeah. "Great, my friend wants to ask you on a blind date!" "Oh? What friend?" "Conner (Last name), are you free tonight?" ... I kinda wanted to say something dreadfully satirical, but I just was polite and said yes. "Wear casual and old shoes. We'll get you at 7:30." Old shoes? Hiking? Nope, the date's at 7:30... hmm.) I finished my homework and Tyler walked me home.
I then resumed my bored stiff position, and Jill informed me she was going to curl her hair and we should do something fun. Somehow football came up. I've known for many years that I am not cut out of athletic material, but Jill took her chances and decided to play catch with me anyway. The ball was lotion-y, and I felt like this wimpy girl trying futilely to throw it decently. Then it snowballed and two of Tyler's roommates, Buck and Zac, came out and were playing catch with us, along with B6's men, Andrew and Brandon. It was basically a party. Of which we started. Yes, we know we're that cool, we're B9 women. We're divine. :p (Ahem. Anyway, moving on.)
Somehow 'catch' turned into 'Texas Hold 'Em', which I think was Too Tall's idea. (AKA Andrew.)
We brought a blanket out to the grass because it was SOOO SUNNY! (I'm super excited about that detail. :p)
I have no idea how to play poker. Truthfully, I have no desire to have any idea how to play poker. However, I also had no desire to be alone in my apartment so I decided to suck it up and pretend.
I. Stink. At poker. So basically I held my cards and Trever (Tyler's little brother who came home from class and joined us), played for me. It was still pretty fun to be around everyone though. I miss people. Haha, living at the library makes you lead a rather quiet life.
So I got ready, (it may have been a couple hours early... heh heh?) and played the waiting game.
He picked me up (Hmm, he's cute!)  and we went to dinner at El Ranchero(?) which was de-licious! Even if there were lots of awkward silences and random first-date-type conversation. After dinner we got changed into old clothes and went past the Elk Farms to have a bonfire. With about a bajillion pallets and thirty other people. It was pretty fun though, we might have uprooted a couple of old trees to keep the fire going longer. :p
So now Conner has my number, and he wants to watch a scary movie sometime, and we have a bet going that I'm so totally going to win. (Loser makes dessert.) It was actually really fun, I wasn't sure how I felt about it yesterday as it got closer to seven, but I'm really glad I went! I think Heavenly Father has a sense of humor, because I got asked right after a conversation with my dad about no one ever asking me on dates. ("Haha, that'll teach Shannon! I'll send her on a blind date! Her favorite!" :p Something like that.)
But now I need to get ready, I'm driving to Richfield to visit my friend, Tara. (And partially to not be alone again today.) So shower, here I come! (I might have to sing like a diva to fully take advantage of having the apartment to myself... ;) )
Happy Saturday!

P.S...

I have a date. (Smiles and possible excitement.)

A blind one.
As in he's not visually impaired but the other kind of blind date. Cross your fingers everyone, because I have an interesting track record of awkward dates. :p




I'm gonna go get ready now. :)

Hi, I'm bored, nice to meet you!

There's only so much studying to do before your neurotransmitters and cortex and cerebrum start to overheat.

 (Ok, so I'm pretty sure that's like... impossible. Actually not. I heard once that if you're yawning lots, and you're not tired or low on oxygen, then it means your brain is feeling overwhelmed. It's a sign of over-activity. And let me tell you- I yawn a lot. ;P Haha, but I also don't get to bed on time as often as I should...)
So, I wanna do something fun. I want to get my mind off stress and hurt and stress. (Shoot, did I say that twice? Eh, you know what repetition means right? :p)
So, I'm here begging for input. (Yes, begging. I'm feeling theatrical-cough dramatic cough- today. ;) )
I need something fun to do so that I don't lose any sanity I may have had. (May is highly stressed in this sentence. :p) I've done a lot of watching cute shows/movies, but that's just not the same when you're alone. Ya know? Because giggling to yourself is maybe embarrassing.
Oh well. It's bound to happen.
(P.S did you not cry over the Bachelor's final episodes?? First I was feeling bad for poor Chantal, because I sorta liked her. Well. I warmed up to her. Basically I've always loved Emily. But then I saw the "After the Final Rose" episode and they were being interviewed and I was somewhat frustrated with her. Oh well. In my experience of nearly 19 whole years of being alive, relationships take a dose of frustration. C'est la vie, no?)

Also, for the record, Tyler and I went and did baptisms this morning. The temple is magnificent. You just feel so light and good and loved. Ya know? Even if secretly deep down you're still mourning the bombing of your last test and stressing for the next 5 weeks worth of class assignments/tests. You just feel good anyway. I was reading in the New Testament while waiting to go into the confirmation room and I'm finally in Luke. Chapter 2. Which seemed fitting considering Easter is coming up. "Breath of Heaven" was playing through my head the whole time, and I adore that song. So now I'm awake and I'm ready and just waiting for the rest of my schedule to catch up. (No, I'm not impatient at all. What makes you say that? :p)

So. I'm going to sit here in this comfy wingback, and watch the flames of the Library's fire place while I finish a Chem assignment and wait for class to start.
Thank Heavens for Friday!

(Two more days until I get to teach in Relief Society! I'm kinda excited actually. :) )

This is rather early for me.

I got up at 6:00 this morning with all sorts of good intentions to go work out... but it'd been a late night for pretty much everyone so we  had to postpone the exercising madness.
It's kind of frustrating to be up that early, because truly it's NEVER this quiet in my apartment, and that means my brain has that much more concentration on driving me nuts! The past two weeks have been long and kinda difficult, but I've definitely come to appreciate the scripture, John 14:27, so much more. It's the one that talks about Christ giving peace unto us, "not as the world giveth", but as He gives. I've thought a lot about that scripture over the years- because I stumbled across it when we found out we were moving almost 5 years ago. (Holy crap! Five years?? Maybe I'm off and really it's only four... but it'll five years since my freshman year in May... right? I've gotta be losing my mind. No way it's been that long so soon!) Anyway, back to John,
I always noticed the distinction between Christ's peace, and the world's peace, but I don't think I ever really knew what that distinction was. Yesterday I read that scripture again and started thinking about what "world's peace" is considered to be. (That totally just made me think of Miss Congeniality with all the beauty pageant "World Peace" hullabaloo.) It seems like in the world's perspective, peace is serenity, tranquility, and no war. I don't think that's what Christ gives us as peace though. I think sometimes it does come down to that, but more often than not life goes on just as it was before we prayed for His peace. (Because God respects agency.) Christ's peace is the hope and the knowledge that no matter what happens- even if there is war, or if you fail a class, or if you get your heart broken- everything will be ok because a few things will always stay true. 1. God will always be God, and will always love and guide us as we allow Him to. 2. We will always be His children. What happens to us in life never changes our 'noble birth-right'. 3. The atonement will always be there, not only for sins and mistakes, but for any pain we feel or any short coming we struggle with.
I believe that's the kind of peace He offers. The peace of knowing someday everything will turn out exactly how it should, and that we'll be just fine if we stay in the safety of His gospel principles.

I totally just sounded preachy, but I thought it was a cool realization.

Also, I just have to brag... I went swimming last night for my work out, and my friend and I treaded water for over 10 minutes! Yeah, I know. Ten minutes sounds like nothing right? You try it. Haha, it's so much harder than I was expecting, but it felt so good to work so hard, ya know? If I can drag myself off my bum and make myself get started in working out then I'm fine, and I like it again. It's just that kick-start that seems to stay ridiculously difficult.

Wow! Today's Wednesday, I just realized that. (Sorry, I thought it was Tuesday all over again apparently.)
And Wednesday stands for "busy day". So I should probably get back to studying... which is what I did instead of working out. It seemed like a fair trade, and made my conscience stop getting on my case. :p
Happy Wednesday! (The week's all downhill from here!)

...P.S. How am I supposed to stay focused and get anything done with stinkin adorable little children running around the library making all sorts of cute jabbering?? I mean, really, people? It's so cute, I get distracted quite easily. I'd much rather be playing with cute toddlers than trying to figure out what in the world ischial tuberosities are.

Wrent.

Which sounds cooler and more Biblical than 'torn'.
(I'm a freak. I'm well aware. :p)

So the break is over. Half of me is singing Hallelujah amen's (no one else was on Spring Break yet so I worked and watched a lot of "Lie to me". And worked out. You can applaud if you feel thus inspired. ;p ) The other half is dreading getting back into the swing of school. Especially since there's exactly 6 Monday's left in my Snow College career. (Only SIX!!! That's another thing I'm torn on.) Next year I'm planning on living at home, taking a few Institute classes, and working my little bum off- so no more fun apartment madness or living on my own. (For a while anyway. Ideally, and improbably I'll be out of my house in a year. Considering I still have to buy a Sid of my own- as in a car in case you didn't follow the Shannon lingo- and establish some sort of savings. I hear that having savings is somewhat important. As if our world ran by money. Oh wait... :p)
I'm excited to jump into this working schedule, hopefully I can somehow manage to get through Pharmacy Tech in a month. Two maybe. (This is where intense prayers come into play because there's no way in Hades that I can do all of that studying plus Med. Term. and Chem on my own. Ah the Gospel. :) It saves my bacon regularly.)

I did laundry and cleaned my bedding yesterday, but I let it dry outside and now it stinks. Like... metal. Silly balcony railing. It thought it should rub off on my quilts I guess. So now I'm stuck in yet another torn- internal debate. Do I re-wash and wait another forever for them to dry? (Inside this time.) Or do I dowse them in coconut-lime body mist? Haha... the responsible thing would probably be to re-wash. .... No comment.

Lately it's been brought to my attention that timing is a funny thing. I've always noticed that there are little 'coincidences' in the pattern of my learning... I'll hear about something and learn a little bit about it, and then then next day in class we'll cover that topic. It happens all the time! I used to chuckle and feel rather proud of myself that I already had a background knowledge on whatever it was we were talking about- but I'm starting to sing a different tune. Truly, there are no coincidences in life. Let's be real here guys. How can there be when we know there's a higher power who watches out for us? It's sort of a tender mercy to realize that, isn't it?
The last week has been no exception to this 'coincidence' of timing. I went to a couple of Institute classes with my cousin, Maycee, and it was such a blessing! Between those classes, and the two Sunday's church meetings, I got a good dose of timing; patience; understanding agency; and taking care of yourself. Personally, I think Heavenly Father has a sense of humor for sure. Because it was almost satirical. In an endearing sort of way I guess. But truly, the way topics came up in lessons seemed to have a hint of humor in it- partially because I think He knows how stubborn and impossible I can be when I don't want to hear something... and yet here they all came. :) It was a good thing too, I learned a lot. Which is sort of the whole point of this 'life' business. Even if this learning meant I broke down and ate a ton of junk food to make me feel better. Don't worry, I counter-acted it with drinking 10 hundred gallons of water. (That has the potential of being a hyperbole... just as a disclaimer.)

On Wednesday(ish?) I went to lunch with Cherene my Aunt, and died over Pastry Pub sandwiches just before wandering North Elementary's playground and getting lots of cute 4th grader hugs from the once upon last year's 3rd graders that I tutored. SO cute! How can you not smile and be happy when you've got a ton of cute kids hugging you and making you feel like a rock star? :p Then I got to hear this year's 3rd graders sing their songs and do Reader's Theater as a rehearsal for their SEP's. Stinkin' adorable, if you ask me.

Also, Erin got asked to Prom! By a cute nice boy that I approve of. :) I hope you don't mind Er, I'm gonna put pictures up so you can steal them. I don't think they're on mom and dad's camera because they were on my card. Which is in my computer. I think.
Here's how he asked:

I just like that she looks cute and surprised. :) 

I think she liked it :) Can you blame her?

Funny story... so when David's mom came to drop off the stuff I didn't feel presentable to anyone outside the "you have to love me when I'm hideous" bonds of my family so I jumped up and was in the process of scurrying out of the Front Room when I discovered that spandex and slick-y material of sweat pants don't love each other. I was laughing so hard by the time I got half-way down the hallway because guess who's pants were around their ankles? Yup. Good thing Mrs. Cardon didn't see. That'd probably cause us to be liable to provide counseling for the rest of her life or something. Probably.

Anyway.

I'm going to the library for the rest of my life to study and attempt to miraculously finish everything I need to. If you want to wish me luck, that'd be alright. :)

Happy Monday people!

"You know I have a hormone problem!"

(Name that movie, P.S.)

So... remember all that mustache talk a couple days ago? Here's the evidence.

This one was born when "Imperial March" came on my iPod.
(Although now that I'm looking up links so you can listen to it I think I'll have to burst into Darth Vader impressions next time.)

These little beauties came about in answer to hours of monotony. You need some happiness after that. Ya know?

Ty (the other girl in this picture :p) found these 'mustaches' on a broken die cut. And you know what you've gotta do when that happens, right? Tape 'em on your face of course!

This one is affectionately and called as a prime example of an allusion, "Silence of the Erin".
Mostly it's just taped all the way around her face because baby pieces of tape don't like makeup.

The next picture requires some preface. No, this is not claimed to be a mustache, although I'm sure we could find a way somehow to make it into one. This is, in fact, a delicious custard and berry tart from Pastry Pub. (Which, P.S, is fantastic! I love that place! Minus their prices... but if you get the chance to splurge in Cedar City ever... run to "Utah's first dry Irish Pub"!)

The preface pretty much covered the caption for this picture. If you skipped it, refer above to understand what the delicious food is. :)

P.P.S, if you didn't hear already, poor Herbert, or Alfred or whatever his name is died. (No worries. Just another one of my named inanimate objects. I'd argue that it's one of my most important inanimate objects though so I guess you can worry just a little.)
My camera is gone. Sniffle, sob, carry on.
I've been looking online for a semi affordable replacement, but I just keep finding lots of SLR's that look pretty reasonable to me. Except for not to my wallet. Or nonexistent bank account.
(Sigh)
Someday when I'm rich and famous I'll be able to buy the necessary pants and undershirts, AND the much drooled over cameras I want.
... Someday.

Until then, I have to clean my old room that's green now, and help clean the house. :) So... seeya later folks.
(On the bright side I found this calorie burning calculator, and it says that for my weight house cleaning for 30 minutes burns 198 calories! Woot woot!)

I BLOGGED THIS FOR YOU!!!

So you've gotta watch this.
Only if you like to giggle though. :) Have you ever heard of Julian Smith? Yeah... Marissa and I might be wasting time of our lives watching his videos... I just thought this one was a classic. Slash maybe kind of clever because I guarantee that child is the quietest sleeper in the history of mankind. (I would be if I were him!)

Also. You should probably watch the waffles one. Just because I like how he says "twayelve". (Ahem. Twelve.)

P.P.S There's a very good chance that I'm going to post pictures of mustache glory later. Work gets dull sometimes. :p

I lost my phone again.

And therefore I can't show you all the funny quotes that I wanted to.
But that's ok because I remember my favorite one: "Maybe my husband died in the war in heaven." (Found on my cousin Maycee's fridge. I giggled right out loud!)
Speaking of Maycee, she was part of my excitement for the day!
I went to drop off Matched (By Ally Condie) to Mrs. Jordan, and then had lunch with Cherene my Aunt at Pastry Pub and got hugs from my cute 3rd (now 4th) graders that I read with last year in Elementary tutor. My cousin's friend, Garret, left me a kind message telling me I'm going to go to hell since I didn't go to their institute class. (I think he was kidding. :p ...Maybe.) So to institute I went, which is where I found Maycee.  She casually brought up my break in skills, and that's how I discovered that she locked her spare key in her bedroom.
We climbed into Ted- and I mean that very literally since the passenger door's lock is broken- went to my house and grabbed a ladder, tossed it in the back of the trusty truck, and proceeded to break and enter through her bedroom window.

We discovered two things:
1- Mayce looked HILARIOUS hanging halfway out of the window...

and 2- we're thankful her bed is right under her window because face-planting all the way to the floor would've been painful. I mean. I'm pretty sure it would be. Plus carpet burn on your face is never fun, trust me.

(I lied, there are three things.)

3- I love Maycee! It's been so fun to visit with her this week, she's grown so much since college. I'm guessing she thinks the same thing about me. I hope. Because I feel like I've come a long way since Grad Night. 

 Most of our conversations consist of happy/silly memories, and of the gospel in our lives now.

 It's so weird because if you would've told me that this would be one of my favorite past times with my cousin, even just a year ago, I probably would've laughed. 

Isn't it funny how life changes so much so fast?

Maycee, Jade (her roommate) and I visited in their kitchen for a little while, but eventually my conscience kicked in and I went home to drop off the ladder and go to work. 

 I kidnapped Erin and went to Storytellers and shuffled back and forth for a couple of hours. I think that place makes me lose my marbles a little bit... I laugh way too much at really stupid things. I think that I probably drive the other workers insane too because the sleep deprivation mixed with boredom is probably the equivalent of what I'd imagine me on drugs or alcohol would be. 

I mean, "Imperial March" came on my iPod, and I actually said out loud that I felt like Hitler or something.

... Probably not appropriate, Shan. 

And then I actually  drew a mustache on a piece of tape and put it on.

... Which morphed into me and Erin drawing finger mustaches. (The worst, or best I guess, part is that my boss, Kim, walked in as I was drawing my second-option-mustache. Oh Shannon. When will you ever learn?)

This is most likely a sign that I need to go to bed earlier.

P.S. I feel like I'm just rambling and blogging out of obligation/boredom and so I probably am one of those bloggers that people mostly don't like because I blog every day and it sounds... whatever-ish. 

(Oh well. It's mostly so I'll stay sane anyway.)

Goodnight blog readers. 

I'll most likely continue my rambling tomorrow. :)

P.P.S.... Sometimes I genuinely wish I looked like Emmy Rossum. She's kinda really gorgeous.

I am His daughter...

I worked at Storyteller's today, which is always ridiculously difficult. I despise that place, truly I do. Well, I despise working at that place. There's something about standing up for 5+ hours and doing the same 8 motions the entire time that doesn't sit well with me. Call me crazy, but monotony isn't my thing.
The only thing that got me through today was Church music. Serious! I sound corny and "Molly Mormon", but it's true. And I finally tracked down the lyrics and names to my new favorite song which has, until this moment, been known only as, "track 02" to me. (I got it from a friend on a random CD of church music.)
I cried the first three times I heard it, and it makes me feel kinda invincible sometimes. :) And I listened to it at least 10 times during the day. (Sadly, that wasn't a joke.)

It's right here, and I'm making you ALL listen to it. It's fabulous. (And if any of the male species is reading this, you could probably tweak the lyrics and get the same warm fuzzy effect in it's personalization.)

Also, just for your convenience and my remembrance (since I'll forget to write these down somewhere else...) I'm including the lyrics:

NICOLE SHEAHAN - "I AM HIS DAUGHTER" LYRICS

The photos in the magazines
Don't dictate who I'm supposed to be
The world can't recognize, all that I am inside
But I know in His eyes, I am a part of, the bigger picture,

There's so much more to me
He helps me see that I have so much to offer
I am His daughter
He loves me the way I am,
He's my strength when I stand
He is my King, and my Father,
I am His daughter.

The people on the TV screen,
The leaders, rulers, and queens
I watch them shape the world,
And though I'm just a girl, I still know for sure, 
That I am a part of, the bigger picture

There's so much more to me
He helps me see that I have so much to offer
I am His daughter
He loves me the way I am,
He's my strength when I stand
He is my King, and my Father,
I am His daughter

And when I'm feeling small,
And wondering if I'll ever, find courage to stand tall
Through His love I remember

There's so much more to me
He helps me to see that I have so much to offer
I am His daughter
He loves me the way I am
He's my strength when I stand
He is my King, and my Father,
I am His daughter

Baby anythings

are super stinkin adorable.

Except for baby spiders...

See?

But baby calves... now those are super adorable creatures. :)
I went to the farm with my dad, and there were so many cute tiny calves running around with their tails flying in the air. You can't help but feel happy when you see them!

(Once again,) see?
And no, I didn't take this picture. I wish I would have because that'd mean I actually had a camera.
Mine turned on the other day and promptly showed me a screen of broken black and white scrambled looking madness. Not cool Steve. Not cool.
And thus we reach my current dilemma of epic proportions:
Pants and maybe some shirts for my birthday?
Or a camera.
When I brought up said dilemma to my dad he put it in layman's terms for me.
Run around naked? Or have a camera.
And although nudity would eliminate laundry duties... I'm thinking that's the wrong answer here.
(Darn it.)

I would like new pants.

But that's besides the point.
Would you like to know why? Yeah. Me too.

Today my sisters and dad and I went to St. George for one of my dad's cousin's sealing in the temple to his family- which by the way is super awesome- and we hung out in the marvelous, St. George sunshine.

Springtime, I think you should catch on to the rest of Utah. Particularly Ephraim, if you would please.

Today must have been National-Git-Hitched day. There were at least three brides and their entourage's outside snapping pictures left and right. And this darn couple kissing wildly under one of the trees. Now, I can imagine the romance and twitterpation of being outside the temple with your sweetheart and either remembering or looking forward to your turn inside. But really people. Making out?? That crosses the line from 'adorable blog worthy', to 'ew I saw these people today' blog worthy.

And that's just not very grand to reach that status. So shame on you random man and your kissy woman. Shame on you.

(No. I'm not bitter or sad or missing anyone, thanks for asking. :p)

(Except for really. I'm not bitter. The other two I plead the fifth.)

In a few moments I'm going to go with my cute Grammie Marilyn and Cherene my Aunt to her 3rd grade classroom to help her get ready for SEOP's. And then later tonight she's taking us to see Rango. 

I won't lie. I'm kind of excited.

When I think about...

Rain,

I think about singin'...

When I think about singin' it's a heavenly tune.

When I think about heaven, I think about angels.

When I think about angels, I think about you.

Really? How cliche is that? I remember, though, when I was little(er) I used to love that song. And this morning it's stuck in my head. 

Wanna know why?

Because it's raining, that's why.

Which is ok, don't get me wrong... I'm the rain loving kind of girl. Most of the time.

In Circleville, I loved to run and play in the puddles on the sidewalk and street. 

In Cedar, I loved to curl up in my window seat or on the porch and read a book. (Well. Hold a book. I mostly just watched the water touch everything in my world. Water is ridiculously soothing, just so you know.)

In Ephraim, I feel caged. Because apartments in the rain are different than houses in the rain. Mostly because you're sharing a postage stamp of space with five other girls, but partially because there's no sidewalk or street that's yours (I mean, seven thousand other students share them with you. It's just not appropriate to run out there in the rain in your PJ's and giggle like a little school girl.) There's no window seat, or cozy fireplace, or sheltered porch. The balcony was a good idea until I realized it's open on three sides, and the wind enjoys reveling in your woe. (Drama much?)

But no worries. Now it's snow. Yup. In a matter of fifteen minutes it went from rain that felt more warm and Spring-ish, to Winter hanging on with all it's might. Again.

Oh well. I guess I should get ready for the day and be productive anyway... right? (Please! Someone say no! :p) Maybe I'll only be selectively productive and go study scriptures and feel good talks in the Institute library. (That way it's ok if you say yes instead. :p)

I hereby apologize...

For the previous post (ha. Double negative anyone? :p) of venting.
I'm just saying.

This morning do you wanna know what I did half an hour after waking up? :) (And waking up insanely early I might add...)

I started my day in this gorgeous building. It's been so long since I've done baptisms, and it felt marvelous to go today. There's something about going early in the morning that makes me feel a little extra good inside. :) 

Just what the Dr. ordered. :)

I felt like this:

... except I had clothes on. Because I heard that if you run around in your less than skivvies you go from being  a perfectly nice girl to being a public disturbance.

So then I called my mother and my father because the more time I spend away from those two, the more I realize they're sort of really intellectual people with really grand insight into my life. (It's true, folks, parents really do understand. They really have actually been there done that. :p)

After I got off the phone with them I truly had great intentions of finishing my laundry. 

But that didn't happen.

So now I'm here, at the library after class. Blogging instead of being really productive. But I'm headed in that direction, I promise. :)

I mostly just wanted to blog about how special the Temple makes me feel. It's a house of order, and a house of peace. (Tori showed me a scripture that says that in D&C. With the wiggly eyebrow look. She's kinda cutesy.)

So: the moral of the story is that sometimes you get sick of seeing couples all over campus, but it's ok because God loves you and the Temple makes you feel warm fuzzies and happy. :)

(P.S IT'S WEDNESDAY!! TWO DAYS 'TIL SPRING BREAK!)

This would be me...

Maybe temporarily, maybe not. 

This my friends is why I always keep my plan B folder close by. The one that says "Become a hobit-nun and move to the outer provinces of Canada."