Ringpops, Missionary Work, and Royalty...

My cousin entered the MTC this week- it was also "Missionary Week" here in the world of Helaman Halls. So anyway, while Dallin heads off to Singapore, I've been in Rio- figuratively. Brasil, Rio de Janiero!

The Best Two Years, for any of you non-LDS folk out there, is a film done a few years ago about missionaries- it's actually pretty funny and it's like, a real movie. Anyway, for this conclusion of missionary week and whatnot, we watched it- and even though it's kindof a spoofy jokey movie, kind of, I did have the thought that missionary work really is quite the act of courage- firstly, because missions are two years long. Two years of one's life, given up- two years' worth of dating, job promotions, work, family time. One might call this sacrifice...but frito. It's so much more than that.

Quote a' favorite:

"Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the decision that something else is more important than fear."

This isn't a real widely-read blog, so it's not apt to reach that many people- but should it happen to grace a future missionary (and I know it will reach at least one- and maybe, maybe two) just know how grateful I am for you, and for that courage you have. It's a strength for me. It's a strength the world needs; they need you, because you and I have something they need.

Royalty- I think I'm going to make some tiaras with my friends tonight. Even if we don't- I'm just a princess anyway. B'lieve it ;]. 

Ringpops- As far as ringpops go....

Well. 

If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it?

And that's all I have to say about tha-yut.

G'night, all.

TBF

Feel Happy.

I woke up on a weird side of the bed this morning- an accomplishment, since my bed isn't very big. Not a bad side, just a weird side. I feel weird.

I feel like I'm stuck in this rut--I get up and do the same exact thing, every single day. And I have been doing the same thing, every single day, since the end of August- every single day. I need a BREAK from this!

I actually could really do with a job; I miss my job. I miss working. I know that homework is supposed to be sortof in place of a job, but I miss just getting up and doing things, and seeing the results, and seeing myself benefit from what I was doing, whether that be via my paycheck, or my tips, or a compliment on how I'd gotten  better at whatever I was having to do that day. Feeling productive.

As productive as college is supposed to be, at the same time, it's just so monotonous. And it really has a way of grinding you down- every day, you put in everything you've got, and still, you don't feel good enough. I don't feel good enough, I guess. Speak for yourselves. (I know I am...I just...have a hard time remembering sometimes that all of this IS going to matter one day, and that I AM here for a reason.)

In the next week and a half, I'm going to submit at least three papers, will hopefully going to finish a computer class I'm taking, and will take a Chemistry midterm. Those are the focuses right now- oh, how I wish these next few days would hurry up and pass by. And then, I'll be able to just breathe and take a break for Thanksgiving; that's going to be so GOOD!

In the meantime, small sanity breaks shall include: a date tonight with my cardboard friend Jacob (for a Writing 150 assignment- he's literally made of cardboard. You know, one of those life-sized cardboard cutouts), a spa and princess movie night, a much-anticipated night of macaroni and cheese and Fried Green Tomatoes (as in the movie, not the food), and a sleepover writing jam, by which I will make sure that all of these awful papers get turned in.

And then I'll be done :]

It's Thursday, world. Have a happy Thursday--Thursdays are good.

Gahh. Careers.

Why does choosing a career (and a MAJOR) have to make me feel like this?

Ah. It's a major source of my premature blood pressure. (I don't know if I have high blood pressure or not...I probably don't. I'm pretty good at compartmentalization.) Still, it seriously eats at the back of my mind. Pretty soon, I'm going to...lose my mind. That's going to bite.

I'm thinking about teaching- really thinking about it. I'd love it. I'd be good at it. I feel good about it. I do NOT know how I feel about the salary- I don't need a lot, but you never know what'll happen, you know, in...life. I want to be able to do all the things I need to do! I want to send my kids to college. And I just...don't want to live my life stressed over money.

I'm not even sure about teaching...it just feels good right now. Not sure, or concrete. And I guess it probably never will.

On the upside, I saw two people on my way to chemistry today, rolling around in giant hampster balls. Seriously.

TBF

Apologies and Musings

As I posted in my facebook status, I had, today, not one, but TWO different people, in completely different places and completely different times of day, without any provocation, tell me that I'm slacking on the posts.

Acknowledgement: I totally am.
Truth: I am totally sorry.
Bigger truth: PEOPLE READ MY BLOG!!!

Oh gosh. So anyway, now that three people, on three occasions, have given me the blog-talk, I'm going to be better about posting. I promise it. I'm so excited that I have....READERS.

Okay, so anyway. Updates:

Thanksgiving break happens exactly two weeks from tomorrow. That means that two weeks from this very moment, I will probably be headed up to Salt Lake City for a fab-tab night with my friend Chelsea, after which I'll get up oh-so-early to scoot on over to the airport for my flight into Washington, D.C. Fact: I am really, really scared about my flight...cripplingly scared. Almost. Because I've never flown before! New fact: I am EXPERT at getting lost. Like, on 45-minute drives. That's partially why my graduation present was a GPS. And why it's a really FANCY GPS, with all kinds of things to prevent one from getting lost.

So, it's scary because...somehow, I am supposed to get myself from the great SLC to the bigger and bolder DC- BY MYSELF. If I get lost on this one, I'm probably going to cry.

In the end, it'll be worth it, though, because I'll get to see Evan, AND Rodrigo, AND Lincoln. Everyone knows how I love Lincoln.

Plus plus, it will be Thanksgiving, and then the day after Thanksgiving- and everyone knows, or should know, that those are two of the best days of the year.

Why do I love the Macy's Day Parade?

Because THAT is when Santa ushers in the Christmas season.

Woowowowowowhoo :D (That's a happy noise.)

Happiness: Walking down a city street at night, coated and booted and scarved and mittened, with a little rosy red nose and a cup of peppermint hot chocolate, listening to the Christmas music playing over loudspeakers and looking at the lights and wreaths and bows and Christmas trees.

Two weeks :]