Top 3 things I miss from home

Going to School is nice, but every so often I come home and I when I get back to school I start to miss things. So here are the top 3 things I miss from home.

1. My bed.

My bed is freaking amazing. When I lay down for the night it's like I've entered this feathered queen size cocoon that magically coddles me to sleep. Needless to say my school mattress is like a I'm sleeping in a lightly padded ditch that squeaks with every turn I make.

2. The cooking

I know that sounds very typical of any college student but it sure is nice having a pantry full of food that I can snack on whenever I want, and to have a mother and father that will cook for me occasionally  So I guess with the cooking my family comes along too. If not because they are the ones that cook, but because I do love my family. At school my cooking is not all that bad, but I hate shopping so much that near the end when I have no food I have to get really creative with the meals I produce.

3. The temperature of the house. My apartment is not really cold at this moment in life, but once winter comes in with all it's snow fury I know that my apartment will be kept on the cold side. That will make me bed down in my lightly padded ditch for my winter season hibernation. Well there you have it the top 3 well almost 4 things I miss from home, but as I always say life goes on.

unavoidably human

I would have to say that most of us go through life hoping to be A) noticed or B) unnoticed. We're all hoping that be noticed when we look like this 

But unavoidably we are only noticed when we look like this

Of course there's always the factor that we hope to be noticed by this guy

But are only pursued by this

I know this rings true for me and how my life typically works out. Of course it doesn't matter how we're noticed after a while because we get passed our prime and I know when that happens everything's coming loose and you know what, life goes on.

Crap.

Have you ever been watching something and thought, this is crap, but kept watching? I mean it isn't crap because it was risque but because the acting is sub-par, the plot is weak and the whole show is just ridiculous. I guess I just described every show on television, maybe that's why I keep watching. There's just nothing more out there and I have conformed into the mindless viewer producers dream about. Well, that ends now my friends. I am taking a fast from crappy television. Of course if I fail, life goes on.

Oh my goat I want to throw up

It's high time I let go of facebook so I don't have to face the reality of my age. I realize that at the age of 20 I am still young and am no dried up California raisin,  but it's still hard to feel too young when the girl I sat next to high school is now pregnant with her firstborn. Great Gatsby! Married and Pregnant a mere two years after graduation! This is quite a blow to my concept of age. Then of course the marriages. As predicted more people, excuse me, girls of my graduating class have become engaged this summer. I guess that's life though, and as I always say life goes on.

Top three ways to further anger an irate person

1. Asking "What's wrong?" when the person clearly does not want to talk about it.

This one can be a little hard to detect unless you know the person well. Still, there are a few signs that can be seen in a lot of people. One of these signs is the hostile eyes. A person who does not want anyone to talk to them will have a angry look in their eyes that seems to say I dare you to talk, and if you do it will be your last words. Yeah, someone who is seeking someone to ask what's wrong doesn't look like that; they more have a pleading look that is seeking for anyone to rant all their problems to.

2. Seeking to fix the problem before the person is ready to calm down, especially if you are the problem.

If someone has been shooting flames out of their eyes in your direction all day it probably is not the best idea to talk to them quite yet, unless you're prepared for a) a lot of shouting and profanities or b) a response that sweeps over the problem and further angers the person in question. It's true you should probably try and see what the problem is if it concerns you personally, but be sure you choose a good time. The the best time to talk to someone is when you first see them the next time because you don't have the chance to do anything that would annoy them yet.

3. Assuming know exactly why the persons mad and telling them they are angry when they are not.

When asking someone why they are angry when they are not angry, the person may become mad. It is best not to assume you know what someone is feeling when it is not blatantly obvious because a) the person is really fine and not upset in anyway or b) the person was trying to hide the emotion which means they do not want to talk about it, which leads to point 1.


These are all just mild observations so it could not be true for everyone. Just keep it in mind you are dealing with someone who may or may not be upset. Of course if you forget, life goes on.

A sea of matrimony

For Lent I gave up facebook. On Easter night I signed back in. I innocently looked at the events I had been invited into and I will never be the same. There were 7 weddings that I was invited to, all of which are to take place this summer. 7 weddings. All of them I was connected to through the bride each of whom are my age, the ripe old age of 20. 7 weddings, 7 brides, leaving me as the president of the spinsters club. 7 weddings and these are not even counting the 2 possibly 3 that are happening this summer within my extended family and 4 other weddings of other acquaintances and friends of mine. That makes the total to possibly 14 weddings and this is not even counting the other engagements that are likely to happen as soon as the semester ends. I cannot believe it, I am drowning in a sea of marriage, relationships, and engagements. But that doesn't matter and my life goes on.

I guess I still provide entertainment

I was sitting in institute and my teacher asked how our relationship with Christ was different between when you were in primary and now. All I could think was that when I was in primary I use to tell jokes when I prayed. I don't do that anymore, I guess I figured that whenever God needs a laugh He can just take a look at my life.Not that my life is a joke, things are actually pretty good right now, in fact it's kind of boring. I better tell a joke when I pray next so God doesn't get any ideas. I mean I have no doubt that He has an excellent sense of humor it's just sometimes I don't always get the humor immediately when He tells a joke, but I do always laugh afterwards. You know what it's all good, some humor could be nice and regardless, life goes on.

Like I was there

Music is my drug. It can control almost anything about me. Sometimes when I listen to certain songs, melodies, or phrases it's like I am in the music, I am that sound. I am there where that music was inspired and discovered. I am transported somewhere beyond my life to places I've never been but feel so familiar.That's the power of music and that what makes life go on.

It's a shame I don't care

Well, decided that I should try and find out a bit about politics. That lasted about two seconds. Then I moved on to find out what political party fulfills my best interest. In one website quiz I turned out to be a libertarian. Looking at the actual platform of this party, I discovered they really don't care what anyone does as long as it doesn't hurt anyone. Yep, sounds like me. Life goes on.

Two weeks

I take a dance a ballroom dance class at USU. Because of various reasons I have not been to the glass for two weeks until today. When I went there it was as if the five weeks I went to class was completely wiped out from a two week absence. I seriously am going to be the first person to get an F- in a strictly attendance based class. To top it all off I found out that I will be in a dance showcase in April. Now not only does every guy in my dance class get to see make a fool of myself, an audience gets to see me revel in public humiliation. however, unfortunately in this case, life goes on

Why give up what you love?

As more and more engagements come about and others change their statues to "in a relationship" I started thinking. Why would I ever want to be in a relationship? As stated previously I love being single and if it were socially acceptable I would never marry and live out my days traveling the world, learning new languages, and having a home on the beach where it is just me and the sand. The problem lies with the fact that I have to live with people, and people will talk and lecture and tell me how depressing my life is (even the movies do that). But I still love that dream of living on the beach. This just proves that if I ever do get married it will be the real thing because I could never give up my one little paradise without some serious feelings towards a man. Fortunately, the likelihood of that happening seems like almost never right now, but if it does life goes on.

Why being ignored is great

I know for some this may seem like a support for marriage but really it is just for my own selfishness and comfort in solitude.

There is this boy I met on the bus last fall. We have hung out a total of three times and during this time I realized that I do not like this boy's company. There are several reasons why this is but one thing that is particularly irksome is that he is a hugger, and I am not, unless I know you well and enjoy being around you. I didn't have to worry about being around him and being hugged because it rarely happened. This week, however,  I discovered that one of my classes is in the same building he has a class. Now I live in fear and am terrified that A) I will see him and B) he will do something no one should do unless they know that I am okay iwith and/or I initiate it, a hug. This is what I get for stepping out of my bubble and talking to someone new on the bus. That is why it is so great being ignored. And this little experience just proved to me even more how much I enjoy my solitude and not having to compromise to actions of another person around me. Ah how grand life is on my own and how beautifully life goes on.

another one's down

So this week was pretty eventful. Lots of engagements announced on facebook where all their closest friend could join in on the love. Yeah I liked a few the statuses myself showing me full-hearted excitement for my friends I haven't seen in two years. Now I don't want you all to think that I'm in any way resentful of people getting engaged who are my age. In fact marriage is the way some of the best movies end. I just enjoy my selfish life far too much to give it up for any man I know. And don't ya'll go saying that can all go changing pretty quickly because I know for a fact that for the number of times I have been told that it has never been a correct assessment. Not that I'm complaining. Life's pretty good when you only have yourself to please.

Anyway, the engagements. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that all the girls my age are biting the dust. After all 20 is technically considered ancient, best get going before you turn 21 when you may be tempted to fill the gap of loneliness with the now legal act of drinking. Regardless about another hundred girls are going down this summer leaving me and the rest of the old maids looking bad because they have yet find someone they would like to spend time and eternity with, let alone date. Alas it can't be helped another one bites the dust and for me, well, life goes on.

yet again

So I went on facebook and there it was two more engagement announcements. There are several of these as of late only there were two in the same day this time. To avoid further lecture, Congratulations to them. But still here it is that shocking realization that if I don't start dating I'm going to be the only single girl in my graduating class at age 22. That's nice. A spinster at age 22 all because I live in Utah and am surrounded by people who are married to their eternal companion. Not that I'm complaining. I am completely fine with being single. There is no reason for me to get married yet. I don't think I will ever be until I'm told that my looks are going and that I better get crackin' because no one is going to want to marry a woman who looks like me. But seeing that I don't live with people who are that brutally honest I think I could safely say that I will never hear those words and therefore I will never be forced to find that one I could tolerate for time and all eternity.