Details of the ordinary day

Ever since I said "Adios" to the Facebook world, I've found significantly more time to Blog, which I've decided is much more my style.

I feel so wonderfully optimistic today!! I just felt the need to declare my summer plans. Which could be any of the following:
1) Jerusalem Center
2) working at the MTC and another job in provo to complete my internship-- then biking from Canada to Mexico. . .so sick. This is my #1 choice.
3) Peru internship
4) Work in the Tetons as a volunteer
5) sell alarm systems for one month to try and earn as much cash as possible to pay for any or all of the above.

Yesterday I ate dinner with Chris Clark-- a friend of mine from NC who left for Africa right after I got home, so I didn't get to see him. It was interesting. I found myself remember ancient telephone conversations . . .the years seem to pass in front of me like pages in a book. Then, it stopped on us eating beans at Cafe Rio and talking about the future. It is interesting to watch myself and others grow up.

I feel this need to always share my "insights" with others. . .I think it's the leftovers from Companion study on my mission. We need to stand up for truth. . . to remember that "that which doth not edify is not of God, and is darkness." If it isn't edifying, it's not what we should do!

Anything but verbose

This is a good morning. I wanted to talk to my profesora about a novel that we had to read that I didn't feel comfortable reading-- and she was completely wonderful about it! She gave me a new assignment so that I could keep with my NY resolution. It was refreshing since I was expecting to be reprimanded for a lack of taste in fine literature, but she graciously understood me.

I am itching to run or explore. I feel in a bit of a routine. . . maybe because everything I've done lately has been on campus.

Yesterday I felt really misunderstood. I feel like I'm such a bad communicator when I'm face to face. I end up saying nothing but, "I don't know" and "how do I say it?" It's so odd. My conversation which is (on occasion) saturated in stories, ideas and well thought out opinions has been completely dry. Instead I end up muttering out some ridiculous jumbled mess.

The scent of pink milk

Good morning Saturday. I haven't run in two weeks. My sisters are animals and they're going to kill me at the Moab half. I had a dream last night that some kid my age wanted to kill me. He made me drink pink milk. It was dumb dream that I knew was a dream the whole time and I was annoyed that it wasn't ending sooner. He kept prolonging the actual execution, waiting for me to finally wake up and realize it was just a dream so that he didn't have to go through with it. I was a little disapointed. I expected my subconsious to be a little more creative than death and pink milk.

This has been the week of fine arts. Thursday night I went to Oklahoma! with Brian, and this last night I went to a Beethoven concert and a Foreign film called, The Scent of Green Papaya with Cherise, Brad and Ethan. It wasn't as good as I wanted it to be, depsite the high honors. Oklahoma! however, was so good. I've been singing the songs in my mind for the past two days (okay, and outloud occasionally as well). I have homework galore today.

awake in winter

This weekend was SOO much fun. Friday, right after work I hurried over and rented snowshoes and then got my gear together, ran over to my sisters and then we booked it over to Brian's. About 25 of us headed down to the mountains (about an hour south of provo) and then hiked through the snow under the most amazing night sky I've seen since Fall of 03. The cabin was pretty rustic but large, and was surrounded by forest on all sides except for directly behind the cabin there was a HUGE hill. We cut down a few dead trees in the forest and hauled them in. We stayed up late talking and the next morning I woke up to whole wheat pancakes, eggs, breakfast burritos and orange juice.

Then we headed outside and I got on a snowboard for the first time in three years. It felt soooo cool!! I felt a little rusty, but I realized how much I missed it. I talked to Brian about going up to Jackson and Targee sometime this semester.

On Feb. 3rd I'm going to hike Mt. Nebo. It's the hightest peak in Utah and it will be my first "mountaineering" attempt (crampons, ice axe. . .etc). I'm a little nervous b/c I'm the only girl out of about 10.

I feel so blessed. I've had a recent re-revelation (i'm sure I've received it before and forgotten) that Heavenly Father wants what we want. He wants us to accomplish our dreams, not sacrifice them. He's on our side and he is looking out for us. I've really felt that lately. . . daily. I just feel so blessed!!

The West Face

This is the zenith of my academic semesters. Yesterday I spent hours with Cadavers. Today I will go and do the same. . . and I enjoy it. Right now I am memorizing the names and parts of every vertebra, process and foramen. This afternoon I went to my first french horn lesson. I was in the basment of the Arts building and I felt like I was walking through a maze of stages, velvet cushions and ropes. My teacher comes up to about my chest. I played a french horn for the first time in years today and I was informed that I'll be playing in a recital at the end of the semester. Wowzers. My finance class has inspired me to record every cent I spend and make, open a savings account (I can't believe I didn't have one) and spend a significant ammount of time each day meditating on the time value of money (okay. . . that was a lie). My spanish literature class is interesting, albeit the stories we read are a bit on the morbid side.

Last weekend I ran a half-marathon. Lindsey and I ran it down in St. George. It was surprisingly easy (granted my pace was so slow I was hardly breathing heavy until the last two miles).

Tomorrow Brian invited me and 40 others to go to this cabin in the woods. I'll be back to report on that on Sunday.