breathing it all in

Dear Euro-Mullet Guy at the Gym, I’m not quite sure why you insist on lifting weights in short shorts and V-neck shirts, but to each his own I suppose! Dear Cloak Boy, It brought me much satisfaction to see you again on BYU campus, however I was disappointed you were not singing. Blast that news article that led to you no longer being allowed to do your thing. Dear Bruce C. Hafen, I’ve very much enjoyed your biography on Elder Maxwell….best thing that I’ve read in a long time! Dear Dr. Ward, Thank you for canceling one of your papers. Having six due within the last couple weeks of school is a little excessive. I’m glad that you’ve recognized this and shown us students some mercy! Dear Jackson Emery, One question: why do you have to be married? (j/k) Dear Couple Mackin-it-up on Campus, That much PDA in front of so many? Kinda weird, but not as weird as the guy staring at the two of you in action. Dear EFY, I was sad to leave you this past Friday. I have thoroughly enjoyed working f...

So here are lyrics to a song that I wrote last week called "Adios." I hope this picture of me will help you imagine me singing it to you. :P You made me feel more than I ever thought I could, it’s true. There’s nothing in this world that meant more to me than loving you. You were the air I breathed, the sunshine in my sky. I thought I needed you. I guess my thoughts lied, ‘cause… I’m walking forward, never looking back. Taking no more time to think about what I lack. Instead of wishing you were here, like I did before, I thank my lucky stars ‘cause now I’m on the road to something more! You made me feel like I was less than who I am, it’s true, And since you left, it’s taken all too much time for me to finally pull through-- And see it clearly now, just what I fool I was To be so blinded by your counterfeited love, and I’m walking forward, never looking back. Taking no more time to think about what I lack. Instead of wishing you were here, like I did before, I thank my luck...

du•ri•an (d r - n, -än , dy r -) noun 1. A tree (Durio zibethinus) of southeast Asia, bearing edible fruit. 2. The fruit of this plant, having a hard, prickly rind and soft pulp with an offensive odor but a pleasant taste. Wikipedia describes the odor in the following manner: “The edible flesh emits a distinctive odour, strong and penetrating even when the husk is intact. Some people regard the durian as fragrant; others find the aroma overpowering and offensive. The smell evokes reactions from deep appreciation to intense disgust, and has been described variously as almonds, rotten onions, turpentine and gym socks. The odour has led to the fruit's banishment from certain hotels and public transportation in southeast Asia." Long story short, a friend of mine bought one and we all had a taste. Experiences varied as some thought it taste of “sweet custard” where others were utterly repulsed and could not even swallow. I really didn’t think that it was too bad, but it is defi...

In my short life I’ve blessed to have Safe walls in which to rest my head; But walls don’t become home to me Unless Thy home they too can be. For houses small or large I care Not whither for, unless in there I find that rest that gives me life More lasting than what sleep provides. And shall peaceful rest not intercede I’m Stranger, Lord, to thee and me. I need thy grace to fill my soul To make me, “me,” to make me whole-- So Lord, I beg thee, stay inside. Do not from me thy Spirit hide. Give me strength to be enough, To find myself within Thy love. Bless my walls and with me dwell That in Thy Spirit, mine may swell And grow in light; just this I pray. Lord, make my house a home each day.

This picture makes me happy!

Instead of keeping a traditional journal, I have what I call a “happy book.” The concept of the happy book, a place where you can record funny/exciting/”happy” events of the day/things that you are grateful for, was introduced to me by a best friend of mine and her mother. Anyway, I figured that for my entry this week I would just write something that would usually go in my happy book. A lot of it won’t make sense unless you know me really well, but oh well! I guess just take it for what it’s worth: ~the quirkiness, kindness, and realness of the members of my ward ~Sunday mornings ~my feet being so cold that I couldn’t feel them ~Reese’s Puffs, GOOD curry, and raspberry chipotle chicken salads from Costa Vida ~Sleeping over with Leanne while Ben was on a campout ~Watching “You Again” and being in awe of all of the ridiculous things that happen in the movie, particularly Kristin Chenoweth’s ribbon dance and the whole cheerleaders rapping thing. ~Becky, Alex, and I all bearing our s...

This week, we were given the assignment to "buy a stranger a coke" and then write about our experience....supposedly this saying, "buying someone a coke," does not literally mean that you buy them a can/bottle/glass of coke, but rather that you give them any sort of drinkable refreshment. My Professor (the pithy writer, comedian, and falconer:Shayne Clarke) took an even looser definition of this phrase and dictated that we only needed to buy something (anything) for someone that we didn't know. Well, I had a very busy week this week, so right after class I decided to use my 45 min break to "get er done" so that I wouldn't have to worry about it later. I waltzed to the Cougareat, determined to walk up to the most attractive man with an unadorned left ring finger that I could find and ask him if he wanted to get ice cream with me. I looked around me and all of the attractive guys that seemed to maybe be my type were either already in line somewhe...