"Brooke I need you to do something and it may be a little weird.... I need you to put some pants on me."
1.22.2010
1.19.2010
The Not-So-Greats and The Greats.
Today was the most average, grey, depressing day ever. Nothing particularly bad happened that I haven't dealt with before but for some reason I was stripped of my enthusiasm. It just fell out of my pocket onto the street, was swept away by traffic, and no I'm too lazy to go look for it. I need a new hobbie; something that makes me exert myself. I think being inside and never moving is getting to me. I actually could cry Justin Timberlake a river right now just because of the fact that my bra strap is tighter on one side than the other. Either it's just one of those days or I'm clinically depressed, but I need to get out of this funk ASAP before this becomes "the story of a girl who cried a river and drowned the whole world". Oh and sorry for all the 90s hits references, it comes with this mood I guess.
I feel so frustrated with life. I just want to go to a college where my classes are picked for me, do a course that only takes a year, and get on with life and have some fun. The next vacation I'll be going on that I'll be paying purely with my own earned money will be in what... 5 years? I'm having some serious doubts about my career choice. I know I'm meant to be a teacher, we've all heard the great story of my realization, but can't they just hurry it up already? Can I please stop being a freshman? Maybe this is a test, but don't those usually last two hours tops? OR Maybe I'm just being taught to be thankful for what I do have and stop whining. I think that's what I'll do. I'm going to make a list of the greats in my life to pick me up.
I feel so frustrated with life. I just want to go to a college where my classes are picked for me, do a course that only takes a year, and get on with life and have some fun. The next vacation I'll be going on that I'll be paying purely with my own earned money will be in what... 5 years? I'm having some serious doubts about my career choice. I know I'm meant to be a teacher, we've all heard the great story of my realization, but can't they just hurry it up already? Can I please stop being a freshman? Maybe this is a test, but don't those usually last two hours tops? OR Maybe I'm just being taught to be thankful for what I do have and stop whining. I think that's what I'll do. I'm going to make a list of the greats in my life to pick me up.
1. I am finally in a class where the professor loves me and my writing. oh and bonus, we get to read in british accents to help with the "flow" of the medieval lyrics.
2. I have a wonderful family who accepts me and loves me and would go kamikaze on just about anyone for me.
3. Roommates I've learned to love and care for who have helped me understand certain things in life such as: patience, and forgiveness, and the value of a clean kitchen.
4. Great friends. I feel like I'm surrounded by generally good people. I don't think I have many, if any, friends I wouldn't introduce to my parents.
5. I have the gospel with it's divine truths that are so influential in my life they seem to be embedded in my very soul. It has literally been my rock at school and without it I would be in a tangled web of confusion trying to figure everything that I'm being taught out. It's my greatest blessing.
6. I've travelled parts of the world and I still know that I grew up in one of the best places on Earth. You may call it a bubble negatively, but I personally love bubbles. In nursery at my home ward they have a bubble machine and I'm secretly jealous. And, that had nothing to do with Magrath being a bubble... haha oops. But I'm very happy I grew up close to beautiful mountains, around people who love me and share my standards.
7. I have writing in my life. Honestly I don't know what I would do if I didn't have it. Insanity would most likely occur... It's something so definite to who I am that I can't imagine my life any different. To all those who say English isn't a real major: watch yourself; I will punch you in the throat.
7. I have writing in my life. Honestly I don't know what I would do if I didn't have it. Insanity would most likely occur... It's something so definite to who I am that I can't imagine my life any different. To all those who say English isn't a real major: watch yourself; I will punch you in the throat.
8. I just realized there is still another bag of ham and cheese buns that my mom sent up. I thought I had run out but now my spirits are lifted.
1.18.2010
Addicted.
For the past hour I've been sitting on this blog playing with new backgrounds that would maintain my "cozy" feeling I've managed to get, when i realized I'm addicted. I'm so ashamed. I spend way too much time on this blog when it's just my sisters and parents and GRANDMA coming on seeing what I'm doing. I'm sure you guys don't care what it looks like you just want to know what's up. I was a little disappointed in myself for letting this happen when I realized... This is my new phase. Think about it; first it was MSN, then MySpace (which I completely loved because mine was possibly the cutest thing you've ever seen), then Facebook (which still has a strong hold on my heart), and now Blogger. What is there to be in love with next? What else am I going to waste my time on? Maybe the next step is a spouse. Haha don't worry, I also laughed out loud when I read that. No but seriously, I just think it's so interesting how over time these THINGS, i don't even know what to call them (net works?), have taken up more and more of our time. Pretty sure mom would never have been on msn... She'd have thought it useless... But now she's one of my most spoken to Facebook friends. How interesting... But to get away from that thought, I have a funny story.
So Thursday after institute Kate and Sarah came back to my apartment and we were watching Glee. I am addicted. MAYBE THAT'S MY NEW PHASE?! haha. Anyways, we were just relaxing and enjoying the terrible acting when our door creeped a bit open. What the heck? It stopped for a second then ever so slowly opened a bit more. What the heck was happening? We held our breaths. Finally the creepiest guy I've ever seen came through and just stood in our doorway. It was dead silent and he just stared at us. Finally I said: "Do I know you?" He just kinda stood there and then smiled. "Well no, but I live two doors down. Want to come over? We're having a party..." Then Jordan walked in and in a less than polite voice turned to me and said: "Who the crap is this kid?" It was hilarious! After a few minutes of awkward word play he finally got the hint that he was just a creep who had walked into someone's apartment uninvited. Who does that? Seriously.
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