Archive | October, 2010

Career Goals

28 Oct

Mary Ann, let’s just join the circus.

Ok….but what would we do?

*Discussion of how we don’t have balance–evidences include how I run into walls and fall off beds and she trips when she is standing still and falls out of her chair on a regular basis*

hmmmm…..

*Discussion of the possibility of me showcasing my vocal talent in the circus….and then we wondered what vocal talent I was referencing…because no one knows better than Mary Ann my lack of vocal talent*

welll…..uh……

*discussion of the possibility of bull riding as our profession*

 

Annette, maybe we should just stick with school.

 

defeated sigh

Almost Blog Posts

24 Oct

I have written a bajillion “almost blog posts” the past week or so.  I get half way through, or even finish them completely, but I don’t post them.  Here are the subjects of these half-baked thoughts, just so you know what kind of things have been on my mind.  Perhaps these never quite posted-posts will be posted in the future. Who knows.  For now, I will just let them hang out in the drafts folder.

  1. How much I love Mom’s that come back to college to “finish what they started”–with their wheelie backpacks and color coded planners, and converse that they wear because their kids told them they were hip.  These ladies who call home between classes to tell their teenagers “the lasagna is in the freezer…350 for 40 min….tell dad I will late home because I have a test” I really really love these ladies.  I know few as brave (or as freakishly organized) as them.   I didn’t post this one because it was much too long and much to rambly.  It didn’t do their awesomeness justice. 

    Awesome grades? Not a problem.

  2. How much I learned from Mrs. Rhodes, the single most influential teacher I have ever had. How much I miss her.  How I will never forget the day I was curled up on the floor of the girl’s locker room of Alamogordo High School sobbing, and she came and sat right next to me, put her arm around me, and knew exactly how to comfort me even though she only know 10% of the reasons I thought I could not go on for one more second.  I didn’t post this because I also thought it was poorly organized, and didn’t do the woman justice.  And, however ‘cheesy’ it may sound, I consider that experience and that conversation a sacred one–too special and life changing to be thrown into cyber space among tales of running into walls and hating wet denim. 

    Mrs. Rhodes and Me.

  3. I wrote, and finished, and even edited a VERY long post about my complex and heartfelt thoughts about this painting by Rineke Dijksta.  I think I may have even posted it for a bit, before taking it down.  It was too personal, more appropriate for my little handwritten journal. But, I invite you all to look at it, and consider your feelings about what it is saying. 

    "The Choice"

  4. I have a post in the workings about my roommate Mary Ann.  All the reasons I am ridiculously blessed to have her.  All the ways I wish I was more like her.  All the reasons she is one of the most beautiful people I have ever known. 

    Mary Ann and I with our most prized possession.

  5. The truly maddening phenomenon of having THIS song stuck in my head for DAYS. Constantly.  I whistle it.  I walk to the beat.  I sing it in the shower against my own will. pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-papageno!
  6. The full discourse of my thoughts on the following bit of wise advice:

“Never marry someone until you have known them for all 4 seasons and a road trip”

    Please stop eating my quarters.

    20 Oct

    You know.

     

    All I really want in life is a dryer that drys my jeans ALL THE WAY.  With one of those, my life would be complete.

     

    Because I really can’t handle this whole slightly damp denim thing for much longer.  Things are already cold enough here in Provo.

    I can’t believe this.

    18 Oct

    I found it.

    I found my FAVORITE MOVIE of ALL TIME.

    The Galaxy Invader is my all time favorite B-Movie. I saw it one time years ago on an obscure DVD full of bad sci fi movies. It might have come from the library or somewhere. I watched it on one of my first dates with good old Joey and I remember thinking he had the cutest laugh while we were watching it…anyways, after a little investigation, I was able to find both a trailer and THE ACTUAL FILM, shown below.

    I implore you to watch it. It will be the best 80 minutes of your life. It has everything – an alien, futuristic technology, a super strong grandma with super durable shotgun, a fascinating commentary on social responsibility. All in all, a classic film.

    16 Oct

    19 going on 20

    14 Oct

    The concept of aging is a big deal to me. In my family, because of Alan and the nature of DMD, every single day is cherished with extra zeal. We have to live like that. Every year seems to take on more and more importance as we move through them. So because of this, I feel a little more sensitive to passing time. I know that every year I grow older, so does my little bro. And that is kinda scary.

     

    I rationalize that this is maybe why I have so much reluctance in growing up. I want to do big girl things, like save all of the whales and the tigers and the starving dogs and ALL of the animals, and, while I’m at it, maybe the whole planet too. I mean, why not. Yet, and this is a giant yet, some part of me simply refuses to mature. I do not want to let go of the things important to me in my little girlhood, mainly because my tender fingertip grip on the past is all I have stopping me from a reckless catapult into the future.

     

    This is why I still:

     

    own and actively use a bright blue yo-yo

    have a slinky on my desk

    clash colors basically every day of my life

    take naps

    giggle in the presence of puppies

    doodle like a fiend (a gentleman in my Media&Soc class told me I have awesome skills. I almost cried with joy)

    brood when I don’t want to do something (ie, the paper I should be writing right now)

    don’t make my bed

    have the naive theory that world peace is quickly attainable

    avoid laundry until I am down to Halloween socks and spandex

    believe unicorns to be plausible organisms. Give a narwhal enough time to evolve…

    chew bubblegum instead of grown up Wrigley’s. I like blowing bubbles

    insist that everything tastes better through a loopy straw

     

    I’m 19 going on 20. And that is so young in the grand scheme of things. So why does my body feel so old? Why does my mind feel like it hasn’t had enough time to adapt to the world yet?

     

    I have some growing up to do before I can expect any kind of credibility or legitimacy. But I would certainly not mind if adult Elisabeth kept that childlike wonder for the intricacies of people, places, and the planet. And puppies. And all things that start with the letter p. And, I guess all things that start with other letters too. I would not mind if adult Elisabeth kept the yo-yo either.

     

     

    Let’s play a game

    12 Oct

    It’s called Pick Which Is Better. You know, just like at the ophthalmologist (I have always wanted to use that word in a sentence. Wish fulfilled). Which slide is better? Slide 1? Or Slide 2? Are you ready? It’s going to be grand.

     

    Which is better?

     

    Picture 1?

    Auguste Comte, "Father" of Sociology

     

    Or Picture 2?

     

     

    Picture 1?

    Herbert Spencer

     

     

    Or Picture 2?

     

     

    Picture 1?

    Rasputin...I mean, Max Weber!

     

    Or Picture 2?

    This is a Newfoundland, my absolute favorite breed of dog. The French Coast Guard uses them in pararescue missions. How off the chain is that?!

     

     

    Video 1?

     

    Or Videos 2-5?

     

     

    Who won the game? Not the first option. Sociology, sorry bro.

     

     

    I think a major change needs to happen. Get it? Major? Pun! My passion is not really in the dusty old sociology of your grandfather’s generation, nor is it in the updated (but still dusty) version that traditional liberal arts scholars fawn over like yuppies do a case of fine wine. I want hands on. I want animals. And if that means I will take a risk by switching from sociology to a completely unrelated major in the sort-of-middle of my college career, I think I will go for it if it means I will be happy.

     

    And as added argument for my case, just listen to my upcoming Social Inequality assignment. I have to write a paper where I pretend to be a sociology professor explaining wealth inequality to a bunch of students. To prove I did all 15 readings, I have to effectively summarize all of them. And, I don’t need to have a central argument. I don’t have to have an opinion about any of the readings. I am to simply summarize all 15 readings into a neat, six-page package.

     

    I. quit.

     

     

    Story time.

    11 Oct

    So there I was.

    I have to go to the planetarium on the 4th floor of the Eyring 2-3 times a week during TA lab hours so they can teach me the constellations for the constellation quiz, which I can take whenever I am ready.  I feel that I will never be ready because I think the people who thought up constellations were smoking something.  No matter how much I look at Capricorn, I do NOT see a water goat. I just don’t.

    THIS is a water goat. No seriously.

    Anyway.  I arrived at the planetarium late. So, the lights were already dimmed all the way (it was dark guys. Really dark).  I couldn’t see anything.  I wasn’t even adjusted enough to see the stars projected.

    It was in this state I staggered around, trying to find the door, trying to find a chair, an knowing everyone there could see me because they were on time and their eyes were adjusted.

    I finally thought I found the door. I charged through so I could catch a little of the review.

    Except it wasn’t the door. It was just a glass wall. And I ran into it HARD and it was loud.  I fell on my back I hit it so hard.

    I have a bruise on my forehead that luckily, is easily hid with make-up.

     

    This is a true story.  Ask any of the 100 people that saw it.

    I have been given both roots and wings.

    6 Oct

    independent |ˌindəˈpendənt|

    adjective

    1 free from outside control; not depending on another’s authority : the study is totally independent of central government | Canada’s largest independent investment firm.

    • (of a country) self-governing : India became independent in 1947.

    • not belonging to or supported by a political party : the independent candidate.

    • (of broadcasting, a school, etc.) not supported by public funds.

    • not influenced or affected by others; impartial : a thorough and independent investigation of the case.

    • ( Independent) historical Congregational.

    2 not depending on another for livelihood or subsistence : I wanted to remain independent in old age.

    • capable of thinking or acting for oneself : advice for independent travelers.

    • (of income or resources) making it unnecessary to earn one’s living : a woman of independent means.

    3 not connected with another or with each other; separate : we need two independent witnesses to testify | the legislature and the judicature are independent of each other.

    • not depending on something else for strength or effectiveness; freestanding : an independent electric shower.

    • Mathematics (of one of a set of axioms, equations, or quantities) incapable of being expressed in terms of, or derived or deduced from, the others.

    noun

    an independent person or body.

    • an independent political candidate, voter, etc.

    • ( Independent) historical a Congregationalist.

    DERIVATIVES

    independently |ˈɪndəˈpɛndəntli| adverb

    ORIGIN early 17th cent. (as an adjective): partly on the pattern of French indépendant.

    "We have all a better guide in ourselves, if we would attend to it, than any other person can be."--Jane Austen

    Evolution of my Journal Entries

    3 Oct

    A select number of journal entries as recorded by yours truly.  I chose these ones because I thought they were funny, they were the least embarrassing of the year, OR they were ironic or foretelling. And these are verbatim.

    July 26, 1999

    “Today me and my friend Jacline played barbies.  In Achevminte days, I wint swimming”

    May 7, 2000

    “Today is Sunday, and I am wearing a very poofy dress.  I don’t know what socks to wear”

    October 4, 2001

    “I can’t believe I am actually in China! Today we went to the Forbidden City, Teaniman Square, and the Summer Palace.  I liked the Summer Palace the best because it was beautiful and I liked to imagine that I was a princess living here.  But I would be a princess that fought dragons.  I think sometimes the Princes probably need some help fighting them.

    January 1, 2004

    “Mom asked me to get in my jammies like a 1000 times, but I didn’t so she got frustrated.  She told dad to have a little “chat” with me. I was mad.  I never got the point of pajamas anyway. But Dad was right, and I need to listen to mom more and be obedient.

    January 1, 2006

    “I didn’t write at all in 2005….but this about all that happened. 1. I had an awesome 8th grade year. 2. Moved to Ohio 3. Joined the swim team 4. Well, that is all I can think of.”

    October 15, 2006

    It is raining so much, I think the New Mexico desert is going to become a jungle here pretty soon. Mom thinks I am the freakiest driver since…well…Megan.  I think Orlando Bloom is the most handsome man in the world.  In Chemistry, I am starting to get to know this boy named Aaron Lindsay.  He is in the other ward, and REALLY cute.  I don’t really talk to Grant much anymore.  I don’t know how I would get through my days without Dryw though (although…I think he needs a haircut….I’ll bring it up when we go to sonic today)

    January 9, 2007.

    “I am not kidding. Aaron just asked me to Prom.”

    July 2007

    “I hate boys.”

    June 20 2008

    “We are leaving today for Las Vegas.  It is hard to look around at the mountains and beautiful White Sands, and think that I am leaving and never coming back.  New Mexico was a great home, and I know that Las Vegas will not be as good (bad attitude? yeah….I am a teenage girl).  I better marry someone who LOVES the desert as much as I do.”

    April 15 2009

    “It is amazing to me that this city can be so full of so many people, and still I have never felt so lonely in my life.  There is no quiet.  I am so excited to leave this place and go to college, where EVERYONE will be the ‘new girl’ and I will actually have the advantage.”

    July 27 2009

    “ONCE AGAIN…we have to make a list of qualities we want in a future husband for YW.  (so glad I am almost in Relief Society!).  I am just gonna write ridiculous stuff down, just to stick it to the man…or woman in this case.  He will be a blonde, blue eyed return missionary.  Absolute MUST that he is in band.  Preferably a Sax player, for obvious reasons. He will be in the Air Force, or at least like planes.  He will quote Napolean Dynamite.  He will wear plaid button up shirts (OW OW!).  He will love St. Patricks Day.  He will like to go to ballets, operas, symphonies, and other concerts as much as I do.  He will drive a stick shift. Also, speak french…just because I was done with my list and no one else was and I felt like I had to write something else.”

    January 14, 2010

    “I am a freshman at college. And I am just starting to realize that I really CAN do whatever the heck I want! I can learn everything! I can go to choir concerts by myself (which I do…all the time…because no one else really likes to, and for some reason I LOVE BYU CHOIRS!!!!). I can just do anything! It is so amazing to finally realize that! I think I will call my Dad to say hi now”

    October 2, 2010

    “Instead of doing homework, I started looking through my old journals.  What a trip.  I was a little nuts…I think I will write a blog post highlighting some of the…less embarrassing parts of my journals.  ha ha.  I really should show Evan some of the drawings I did when I was a little girl.  Then we can laugh about how when I was a 12 year old drawing princesses, he was a 17 year old getting ready to graduate from high school.  And then we can stop thinking about that…because it is kinda weird.”