Eyebrows

I took a break from homework today and hid in my room, actually to do other homework, but whatever. Anyway, my roommate was asleep and the lights were off. I got distracted and started taking pictures of myself... And I'm okay with that. Also, I've decided that my eyebrows are very photogenic.

Here is a taste of my late afternoon experience. It probably would have been good had I done my homework instead, but this was much more fun. As usual.

That being said, I found a page full of EYEBROW templates! Who knew that would be out there?

Mismatched.

I always thought, or maybe never gave it a thought, that there would be a day that I would be able to really successfully dress myself. Apparently I haven't reached that age just yet. For the past... 3ish years I have worn socks as little as possible. I'm not sure why I suddenly didn't like wearing socks. It might have something to do with the shoes I wear. Probably. Anyway, the past few months I have worn socks off and on, mostly because it's cold, and blah blah. But, my socks rarely ever match. And not in a cute, aww, how mismatched, way. It's more like, can't you see that those two socks are just completely incompatible. Yes, they both go on your feet, but one is a little footie type thing and the other one, well, it's a knee sock. How embarrassing. But. My "sock and things" drawer never seems to have a real PAIR of socks in it. Ever. Okay, maybe twice in a while (that's a little more that once in a while). Maybe the trick is to fold my socks together before I put them in the drawer... Hmm, schmeh schmeh meh.

Praise the Mustache

I have a deep dark secret. Alright, it isn't really a secret. I have a thing for mustaches. I think that they exude manliness (please don't judge me for saying this). I just like the way those fuzzy buddies look on guys' faces. I just want to reach out and touch them. I don't really know why, I just do. Sometimes that strip of fur across the upper lip just adds... distinction. Maybe. I think so. I like it. It could be due to the fact that I go to BYU and that is the only facial hair action going on around here. Who knows. I don't really care. All I know is that I like mustaches. They make my heart feel all warm and fuzzy.

Side Note: The women's bathroom on the 5th floor of the campus library is creepy. And puke shades of yellow. It made me a little bit afraid for my life.

Math

The entirety of my problems with regards to mathematics has now become clear to me. I cannot successfully add, subtract, or multiply. Apparently I am okay when it comes to division.

But, after coming to this realization tonight, I feel that I must have completely stumbled my way through 2nd grade and the rest of my elementary, middle school, and high school math courses. Apparently I was luckier than I had realized. I refused to take math my senior year of high school. I am now extremely happy that I followed my gut, otherwise, I may not have made it into college, where I am having such a wonderful experience. With the gargantuan exception of anything involving mathematics.

Along with my descent into mathematical ineptitude, my spelling skills have begun to curdle, and not in the good way like I had intended said skills to mature and grow and flourish. Instead. I am taking German, and now I can't spell in English. Ah. Such is life.

I now feel like I should be back in Mrs. Becker's 2nd grade class, learning about electricity, how to multiply, and reading Catwings and The Trumpet of the Swan.

I had the cutest blue flowered stretchy pants then. A+.

It's raining!

I love rain. Rain is happy. It's wet. It smells good. It makes everything, except animals, smell good.

I've missed the rain. I'm glad it is raining. I missed the puddles. I like walking through them.

How could anything so pretty make a person anything but happy? (Okay, floods are bad. But a little rain is wonderful.)


Rain makes me forget the hard things in my life. And that makes it easier to remember the good things. It just seems so harmless. It's like some big wet blanket that clouds out everything that I don't want to think about. It's pretty great. And so, I'm going to enjoy it.

The Turning Point

The first two weeks back in Utah were, well, not anything that I would like to repeat. Ever. But! I have a good feeling about the rest of the semester.

Hopefully I will not get sick anymore.
Hopefully I will not have anymore crazy trips to the emergency room. (Please, don't ask.)
Hopefully my hearing will come all of the way back. (It almost is.)
Hopefully I will make it to all of my classes.


I feel a change in the weather (not literally, it's cold, very cold). It's like my Mary Poppins is coming and life is going to be "practically perfect." Even though I don't really know where in the world I will be after April. Of course I have an idea, and a tentative plan. But as my mother continues to remind me, sometimes plans change. For whatever reason. I guess I'm alright with that?

Anyway. I am determined to have fun. And I am confident that I will have fun. I already am having fun. Determination is great! And Happiness is, after all, the American way.

I'm Back...

I'm back in Provo. And I'm not gonna lie, I was not excited to be back. And I am still not excited to be back. I am, however, excited to leave after April! Sweet Freedom, come to me!

I made a New Year's resolution. I am going to try to be nice. Honestly I am. I'm trying not to make little snide remarks about other people, or gossip, or blah blah blah. Either way, I'm trying to be nicer. But really, it wasn't just because it was a new year, I just feel like it would be a good thing to do. And let me tell you, it's definitely easier to say that I'm going to be nice than actually BE nice.

It seems like as soon as I started trying harder to have good feelings toward others, I just have worse feelings towards some of them. Like, today, for instance, I walked into a room, and it felt like all of the good that was inside of me, left. And I was just standing there, quivering with anger, or loathing, that's probably too strong of a word... But, you get the gist, right? In some cases though, it has become easier to be nicer. I was very surprised. Very. Very, very, surprised.

I knew that this was going to be hard for me because I have tried to do it before. And, obviously it was hard, because, here I am again. A little meany out trying to be a goody. Bah. Cross your fingers for me, eh.

I have devised a plan to keep my sanity. I will be studying at the Provo library from now on. Okay, not Mondays or Tuesdays, but the rest of the week is all about the library. From 5 pm to 9 pm, I'm there.

I am really glad that I got to see my family over Christmas. They brought me back from my world of bad smells and imminent and impending doom. I wish I could have all of them here with me. I don't know what I would do without my family. They're all pretty awesome. Personally, I think that they're the bees-knees. Yeah.