Sitting the the library can cause acceleration or deceleration with school work. It never stays the same. Today is deceleration. Well, at least for the last half hour.
Today, I decided to explore what is the other floors of the library. The other floors of the library are magical. I found a big, comfy chair with an ottoman on a newly discovered floor. The big, comfy chair overlooks the biggest parking lot on campus, along with the busy freeway, Utah Lake, and snow capped mountains.
While sitting and looking upon the cars and people rushing to and fro, I can't help but make a comparison with an ant hill. Everyone seems to know the uniformity of walking where told to walk, and stopping when an all powerful car is about to cross their path. The freeway doesn't help the humanistic cause, either.
I always think of the same thing when ascending in an airplane. The people, who turn into specks, have the same ant-like qualities.
Then, it hits me. I realize that all of the specks have brains, feelings, wants, desires, goals, agendas, and plans. Every speck is different. Every speck is cared for. Every speck has a life such as I do.
Every speck matters.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Why are People so Cool?
I believe, for the most part, that people have good intentions. Lately, I have been noticing a lot of things that people have been doing that are, well good. Obviously, this is blog worthy.
Also, the blog is super intimidating lately. It's weird. So I am breaking from my slightly facetious norm and just writing what I am thinking. I don't want to stop blogging because I can't think of anything funny to say.
Back on subject.
I am an avid bus rider in Utah Valley. Did you know that you can get almost anywhere on those things? And if you are a student it is only 40 dollars per year. Talk about a deal. Gas would cost about that much for just a week!
As I have been a bus trip warrior, I have encountered a vast amount of interesting things. My favorite of which happened on a very snowy evening.
We were nearly to the stop that I had to get off at. I was dreading getting out of the bus and walking a whole 50 yards to get to my apartment. As I was throwing my silent pity party, the bus made its final stop before the one where I got off. I saw that the bus driver was taking the actions to get ready for a wheel chair. After everything was set, a lady rolled onto the bus. She was completely covered in snow and soaking wet. I immediately began to feel sorry for her was ashamed of myself for thinking that I was poorly picked on for having to walk 50 measly yards to shelter. As she was rolling on, she looked me in the eye, smiled, and said; "I'm the abominable snow man". I was shocked at how much vigor she had. She did not even seem to be phased by the cold that was probably soaking into her bones.
She has the best attitude I have ever seen.
Another little anecdote happened this morning. I had to go to a meeting at church. As I was walking home, a guy pulled over and asked if I needed a ride. He looked nice enough, and I have learned that when a guy offers to be a gentleman, you wholeheartedly accept. I was thinking that he must be at least 21 to be that mature and considerate, but as him and I were talking, I discovered that he was still in high school. I had never met such a mature and kind person. I know it was a small act that a lot of people do everyday, but for some reason it made my day a little bit brighter.
I want to be like both of these people when I grow up.
Another little anecdote happened this morning. I had to go to a meeting at church. As I was walking home, a guy pulled over and asked if I needed a ride. He looked nice enough, and I have learned that when a guy offers to be a gentleman, you wholeheartedly accept. I was thinking that he must be at least 21 to be that mature and considerate, but as him and I were talking, I discovered that he was still in high school. I had never met such a mature and kind person. I know it was a small act that a lot of people do everyday, but for some reason it made my day a little bit brighter.
I want to be like both of these people when I grow up.
Clogged
Since I entered the blogging world, (by blogging world, I mean started blogging) I have been a dedicated blogger. It was so much fun to think of things to write. I didn't do much with my days at the time of my blogging beginnings. It amazes me that I had so much to write about. I guess that it does go to show that when you have time to think, some good things can be accomplished. Now, when I have so much to write about, and so many experiences, it seems to fall by the wayside.
In a way, it is weird.
There has always been something that I really like. Sometimes I let it define me. In high school, it was extra curricular things. My first year of college, I fell apart and thought that I had lost my definition because I wasn't involved in and leading everything that I possibly could. Then I realized that when you lose your definition, you also find it.
Now I am headed in a direction that I was not planning on. Oh well. I will continue. See if I care that I don't make sense.
After the infamous first year, I had the summer. The summer was defined by work, sleep, and play. I became defined by something more. For the first time, I wasn't defined by what I did. I was defined by what I wanted to be. I am defined by who I am.
Then the blogging came. The blogging represented who I am.
Side note: I love writing posts like this. I pretend to be deep and reflective, but I kind of take it as a joke.... Maybe that is not a good thing. Maybe it is not all a joke. But it is mostly a joke.
Somehow in the shuffle of the transitions, I found my identity, but lost my interests.
It's always a weird feeling when someone asks what I like to do. It almost makes me feel useless.
What do I like to do? Well, I like to talk to people. I like to learn about lives. I like to write on blogs, but that doesn't even happen any more. I like to do my school work and be caught up in school, but who doesn't?! I like hiking, but it doesn't happen very often. I love to sing, but never have to opportunity. I love all forms of music, but can't tell anyone what kinds. I like to create things, but nothing in specific. I love to be active, but not in any specific way.
Ha. I love when I write a paragraph and read it. The one above made me laugh.
So sometimes I feel as though I am doing nothing in my life. School feels like a hamster wheel when you are working on generals. I wonder if the hamster wheel will ever break and finally have an end.
Well that was a really long attempt at an explanation of why I don't blog very often any more. And yet, it wasn't explained.
What it all boils down to is that I have never been more tired in my life. It's unexplainable how tired I feel. I haven't been myself in a long time because of it.
I really shouldn't write posts at three in the morning. No one wants to read this.
P.S. What is weird about the whole thing is that I am content with life right now. Everything just seems to fit lately. It's weird.
But I do need a hobby. Not to define me, but to improve me. Once this tired thing wares off. From now on, it's 9:30 bedtime for this girl during the week.
In a way, it is weird.
There has always been something that I really like. Sometimes I let it define me. In high school, it was extra curricular things. My first year of college, I fell apart and thought that I had lost my definition because I wasn't involved in and leading everything that I possibly could. Then I realized that when you lose your definition, you also find it.
Now I am headed in a direction that I was not planning on. Oh well. I will continue. See if I care that I don't make sense.
After the infamous first year, I had the summer. The summer was defined by work, sleep, and play. I became defined by something more. For the first time, I wasn't defined by what I did. I was defined by what I wanted to be. I am defined by who I am.
Then the blogging came. The blogging represented who I am.
Side note: I love writing posts like this. I pretend to be deep and reflective, but I kind of take it as a joke.... Maybe that is not a good thing. Maybe it is not all a joke. But it is mostly a joke.
Somehow in the shuffle of the transitions, I found my identity, but lost my interests.
It's always a weird feeling when someone asks what I like to do. It almost makes me feel useless.
What do I like to do? Well, I like to talk to people. I like to learn about lives. I like to write on blogs, but that doesn't even happen any more. I like to do my school work and be caught up in school, but who doesn't?! I like hiking, but it doesn't happen very often. I love to sing, but never have to opportunity. I love all forms of music, but can't tell anyone what kinds. I like to create things, but nothing in specific. I love to be active, but not in any specific way.
Ha. I love when I write a paragraph and read it. The one above made me laugh.
So sometimes I feel as though I am doing nothing in my life. School feels like a hamster wheel when you are working on generals. I wonder if the hamster wheel will ever break and finally have an end.
Well that was a really long attempt at an explanation of why I don't blog very often any more. And yet, it wasn't explained.
What it all boils down to is that I have never been more tired in my life. It's unexplainable how tired I feel. I haven't been myself in a long time because of it.
I really shouldn't write posts at three in the morning. No one wants to read this.
P.S. What is weird about the whole thing is that I am content with life right now. Everything just seems to fit lately. It's weird.
But I do need a hobby. Not to define me, but to improve me. Once this tired thing wares off. From now on, it's 9:30 bedtime for this girl during the week.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Clomping and Helpful Protein Bars
It has been snowing in Utah Valley. When it snows, that means it is high time to rip out the ugly bulky sweaters and the comfy snow boots. Snow boots are the best invention ever, in case you are not aware. So today I decided to be huge sweater and clompy boot clad.
You see, these clompidy clomp boots that I bought while living in the Rex of bergia are probably my most favorite purchase I have ever made. The first day that it snowed in Bergerville, I went outside in my common, everyday boots. I was so excited for there to be snow on the ground. I stepped off of the curb and did a full on back flop. I just like to entertain college students, so it was rather necessary. I laid there for a second, looking, as I imagine, like an exceedingly large cockroach turned upside down and scrambling for its life that seemed to be slipping away. After I was done with cockroach time, I flipped over and walked directly back to my bed. Of course, I surveyed the damage before climbing into the sanctuary of the bed. Undoubtedly, my bum was nearly the same hue as the bluish-grayish sky that had dumped that blessed snow upon the blessed ground that gave me the blessed bluish-grayish hued rear end. Oh, the circle of life.
After a nice little nap, I spent a solid hour pouring over numerous online stores in attempt to find the cutest snow boots, with the best grip, at the best bang for my buck. Well it worked. I thought they were so fly. (Today, I understand that they are common, every day boots that do not have super powers. Bummer.)
The day that I got them in the mail, I planned the perfect outfit to go with them to wear the next day. Man, I thought I was a babe.
I walked into the building that I worked in on campus, feeling like the hottest thing to walk those halls. (In my clompy snow boots, mind you. Yeah, sometimes I don't think about what I am doing/feeling.) As I neared the stairs to make my graceful, womanly, colmpy, descent, a girl from behind me told me that she liked my boots. I turned around to graciously accept the compliment, as any proper boot-clad woman would, and I proceeded to turn back around to finish my descent. To my pleasure, I finished it in a wonderful fashion, complete with the dying cockroach pose, because that is what I am best at.
Yeah, I am aware there was no point to this overly detailed story.
In other news, I have a Costco card, which brings me great pleasure, for reasons unbeknownst to me.
While at Costco for the first time the other day, (which is a story in and of itself) I decided that I needed protein bars. I decided this because I leave my apartment at 7:00 am, and sometimes don't get back until after 8:00 pm. Needless to say, my ravenous self crawls, like a tired cockroach, (why am I obsessed with cockroaches today?! And since when can you tell that a cockroach is tired by their crawl?!) to my apartment and eat everything in sight. To prevent this, I thought that I would get protein bars (because peanut butter and jelly gets old and sticky). They're quick, easy and fill you up.
I went to the protein bar area in Costco, and picked up the box that had a picture of the bar that looked the most delicious.
I have been eating one every day. Let me tell you, they are yummy. I noticed that I have been taking trips to the ladies room more than usual. I was curious as to why. Naturally, I decided to check out the protein bar nutrition facts.
SURPRISE!
They are not protein bars. They are fiber bars. Whoops.
Oh well, they taste good.
Also, my bulky, warm sweater is itchy. I am about to rip it off of my body and throw it in the recycle bin. If you see a girl walking about or traveling on the bus in her skivvies in Utah county, you now know why.
You see, these clompidy clomp boots that I bought while living in the Rex of bergia are probably my most favorite purchase I have ever made. The first day that it snowed in Bergerville, I went outside in my common, everyday boots. I was so excited for there to be snow on the ground. I stepped off of the curb and did a full on back flop. I just like to entertain college students, so it was rather necessary. I laid there for a second, looking, as I imagine, like an exceedingly large cockroach turned upside down and scrambling for its life that seemed to be slipping away. After I was done with cockroach time, I flipped over and walked directly back to my bed. Of course, I surveyed the damage before climbing into the sanctuary of the bed. Undoubtedly, my bum was nearly the same hue as the bluish-grayish sky that had dumped that blessed snow upon the blessed ground that gave me the blessed bluish-grayish hued rear end. Oh, the circle of life.
After a nice little nap, I spent a solid hour pouring over numerous online stores in attempt to find the cutest snow boots, with the best grip, at the best bang for my buck. Well it worked. I thought they were so fly. (Today, I understand that they are common, every day boots that do not have super powers. Bummer.)
The day that I got them in the mail, I planned the perfect outfit to go with them to wear the next day. Man, I thought I was a babe.
I walked into the building that I worked in on campus, feeling like the hottest thing to walk those halls. (In my clompy snow boots, mind you. Yeah, sometimes I don't think about what I am doing/feeling.) As I neared the stairs to make my graceful, womanly, colmpy, descent, a girl from behind me told me that she liked my boots. I turned around to graciously accept the compliment, as any proper boot-clad woman would, and I proceeded to turn back around to finish my descent. To my pleasure, I finished it in a wonderful fashion, complete with the dying cockroach pose, because that is what I am best at.
Yeah, I am aware there was no point to this overly detailed story.
In other news, I have a Costco card, which brings me great pleasure, for reasons unbeknownst to me.
While at Costco for the first time the other day, (which is a story in and of itself) I decided that I needed protein bars. I decided this because I leave my apartment at 7:00 am, and sometimes don't get back until after 8:00 pm. Needless to say, my ravenous self crawls, like a tired cockroach, (why am I obsessed with cockroaches today?! And since when can you tell that a cockroach is tired by their crawl?!) to my apartment and eat everything in sight. To prevent this, I thought that I would get protein bars (because peanut butter and jelly gets old and sticky). They're quick, easy and fill you up.
I went to the protein bar area in Costco, and picked up the box that had a picture of the bar that looked the most delicious.
I have been eating one every day. Let me tell you, they are yummy. I noticed that I have been taking trips to the ladies room more than usual. I was curious as to why. Naturally, I decided to check out the protein bar nutrition facts.
SURPRISE!
They are not protein bars. They are fiber bars. Whoops.
Oh well, they taste good.
Also, my bulky, warm sweater is itchy. I am about to rip it off of my body and throw it in the recycle bin. If you see a girl walking about or traveling on the bus in her skivvies in Utah county, you now know why.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Life, Learning, and the Pursuit of Happiness
Is learning a life long experience, or is it complete when your name is read and you pick up a paper that certifies that you are finished?
I would like to submit that it is not, although sometimes it seems as though it is.
Learning should be an adventure.
Learning can, and should, alter the way that a person thinks.
Why, then do we let ourselves believe that it is such a task?
Life is an adventure.
Learning is why we experience life.
There is no way to be happy if we aren't learning something new.
We most certainly are not on Earth to sit around and stare at each other.
Life is an adventure. Happiness is the ultimate goal. Learning is the key.
I would like to submit that it is not, although sometimes it seems as though it is.
Learning should be an adventure.
Learning can, and should, alter the way that a person thinks.
Why, then do we let ourselves believe that it is such a task?
Life is an adventure.
Learning is why we experience life.
There is no way to be happy if we aren't learning something new.
We most certainly are not on Earth to sit around and stare at each other.
Life is an adventure. Happiness is the ultimate goal. Learning is the key.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Personality
Everyone has one, and yet they are different.
That, my friends, is what makes everything beautiful.
Woah
I am realizing that life is so crazy sometimes that you just can't blog. What is sad is that when it is busy, I want to remember everything, so it is rather sad.
Since I am a horrible blogger/journaler, here is a brief run-down.
My roomies and next door neighbors are fandiddalieastic.
My classes are the bomb.com.
This weekend was marvelous.
I love people watching at school.
I discovered WinCo and all of it's WinCo glory.
I realized that I call people my age kids. A lot.
I realized that I have changed my ways since high school and allow myself to get stressed very easily. I mean, how did I not?!
I realized that I struggle hard core in the flirting department. Oh well.
I realized for the ninety and ninth time that English is my favorite subject in school.
That's all.
Love, the Boring Blogger
Since I am a horrible blogger/journaler, here is a brief run-down.
My roomies and next door neighbors are fandiddalieastic.
My classes are the bomb.com.
This weekend was marvelous.
I love people watching at school.
I discovered WinCo and all of it's WinCo glory.
I realized that I call people my age kids. A lot.
I realized that I have changed my ways since high school and allow myself to get stressed very easily. I mean, how did I not?!
I realized that I struggle hard core in the flirting department. Oh well.
I realized for the ninety and ninth time that English is my favorite subject in school.
That's all.
Love, the Boring Blogger
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