My Forty-ninth Post

So I have an alarm clock. Unfortunately, there have been issues with it lately, in that it hasn't been waking me up. I've narrowed it down, and I think I've figured out what the problem is: it is in the kitchen, while I typically sleep in my bed.

Yep, that'd do it.

There is a reason for this; it may not be a good reason, but it is a reason. See, I like having music on in the background when I'm doing "stuff." Since I tend to do a lot of “stuff” in the front of my apartment, it’s handy to have my CD-playing clock radio out there during the day. By the time I’m ready to go to sleep, I realize that if I try to take my alarm clock back into my room, plug it in, reset the time, and set the alarm, I will most definitely wake my very light-sleeping roommate who will then be annoyed with me. So I usually decide it’s not worth it and attempt to (a) find someone who is going to get up early enough who is also willing to wake me up or (b) borrow H’s cell phone and set the alarm on that.
I ended up borrowing H’s cell phone on Thursday night on the condition that I wake her up before I left for class. Overhearing this, C asked if I could also get her up when I got up. So on Friday morning, I woke up to the charming little alarm on H’s cell phone, crept into C and H’s room, and woke up C, being careful not to disturb H (so that she could sleep uninterrupted until she needed to be awake). I then set about making breakfast and such. After a few minutes, I realized that C had fallen back to sleep, so I gently reminded her that she really did need to get up. I then took a shower, and when I got out, I discovered that C had gone back to sleep yet again, so I proceeded to throw back her covers, open the blinds, and threatened to get a glass of ice water if she didn’t get up. C was then finally awake enough to realize how late it was getting, and thanked me for making sure she was actually awake. I finished getting ready for the day, and left for class, proud of myself for being such a good roommate.

It wasn’t until about 3 hours later that I remembered that I had never woken H up.

I had a break between classes, so I hurriedly went over to where I knew her 11 o’clock class was, and was slightly relieved to see her there. However, she did not look happy with me. She had not woken up until 10 minutes after her first class had already started, so she had arrived almost a half an hour late, ruining her plan to finish her homework during the lecture. So much for being a good roommate, huh?

Anyway, the moral of the story is: don’t keep your alarm clock in the kitchen.

In other news, I spent about an hour last night hiding amongst the bookshelves in the library. Don’t worry, I wasn’t compromising my standards. I hardly ever see my good friend N anymore because she’s so busy, so when we ran into each other last night, we wanted to talk. We didn’t want to disturb anybody, so we held our conversation deep in the bowels of the fifth floor of the HBLL. It was one of the best conversations we’ve had in a long while.

My Forty-eighth Post

I like this blog. I don't know why I try so hard to hide it from people. Don't you think I have friends who might be interested in my thoughts and the things going on in my life? Well, I do. I'm going to stop hiding and come out of my blog-closet. You know... eventually. No, you know what? I'm doing this. I'll even make my profile public and put my blog on my Facebook profile. That'll ensure that a total of three people will eventually find their way to my blog.

Also, if Rudolph Valentino were hitting on you, he might say something like this: “You make me al dente with desire.” Not that I know from experience or anything.

My Forty-seventh Post

My favorite announcement from church today:

"There will be no marriage prep class today because... um... the teachers got married."

My Forty-sixth Post

I just found this list stuck in my scriptures. I can't remember writing it.

Ideals:
-marry in the temple
-help my friends and family learn to love the gospel
-learn to be unselfish
-have a strong testimony that will support me in hard times
-see the ideal situation and trust that it can become reality

Yep, that's me. Idealistic.

My Forty-fifth Post

So, blogging. That's cool.

I haven't done it in a long time. This is mostly because blogging requires me to (a) have something interesting to say, and (b) be motivated to write about it.

I have decided to read the Book of Mormon this month. I haven't read the whole thing all the way through since high school. In fact, that's the only time I've read the whole thing from start to finish. If I figured right, I have to read 17 pages a day to finish on New Year's Eve.

You know, I was thinking about not going home for Christmas this year. I mean, I just went home for Thanksgiving, and I know I could pick up some easy cash if I stayed around and worked over Christmas. So I was seriously considering not going home. Then I got this email:

Okay kiddo! I need to know dates as soon as possible so I can try and get you airfare home for Christmas. Yeah!!!!! I didn't get to see enough of you at Thanksgiving to really help me get over missing you. I love you a whole bunch - Did you know that?

Mom

How can I tell her I'm not coming home after that? Plus, she's willing to pay for my flights... so, it looks like I'm going home.

Also, I've decided that I'm not a bad person just because I've never played Scrabble.

My Forty-fourth Post

Weird exchange between C and myself:

C: [insults me]
Me: Well, that's true.
C: Shut up, no it's not.
Me: [throws highlighter at C; scowls]
C: We have such a great relationship!

My Forty-third Post

So, just to check back in:

(1)Pay tuition
Yep.
(2)Buy the rest of my books
Done.
(3)Don't cry over my empty bank account
I bought myself a Jamba Juice to distract myself. So CHECK!
(4)Read scriptures
Yes.
(5)Finish moving my stuff into my new room
Umm... I don't know why I even put this on the list, as all of my stuff is already in my room. I think maybe I meant 'put the stuff away,' but since I didn't actually say that, I'm not responsible for that... right?
(6)Find a day planner
Hm. I looked, but was unsatisfied. I will have to try again later.

My Forty-second Post

Today is my first day of school. Er... except that it's not really. See, classes start today, but since I'm not actually taking any Tuesday classes, I have no obligations to attend said non-existent classes. In fact, I have no obligations at all. Except maybe to go to work this afternoon. GAH! I have to get out of my summer mind set! Okay, let's come up with a few obligations for today:

(1)Pay tuition
(2)Buy the rest of my books
(3)Don't cry over my empty bank account
(4)Read scriptures
(5)Finish moving my stuff into my new room
(6)Find a day planner

Okay, that looks good. I'll report back later to let you know how I've done with my list of obligations. Yay!

My Forty-first Post

I have done all I can. I'm not sure about some of the decisions I've made, but I'm afraid that I'll be too afraid to change them if I'm wrong. Fear is a terrible thing. But my fear is founded in logical ideas. Should I do what I've committed to do? Or do what will be best for me? Commitments are not things that I can break easily. I'll let someone down, I'll lower others' opinions of me. But what about the alternative? Is it worth it? Now I wait.

Sorry for being so abstract. My posts have started exhibiting free writing more than they have in the past. I'm not sure if it'll stay this way. We'll see.

My Fortieth Post

So sometimes my job is interesting. Like a few hours ago when my co-worker called me at midnight to see if I would come in for a few hours and help her. I considered:

I'm not asleep nor especially tired.
I will get paid for working.
I like this particular co-worker.
Even if I didn't like her, I can't just abandon her.

So I went to work. In the middle of the freaking night. But it was fun. It sure was fun. I think I'm obsessed with blogging.