Wednesday, December 30, 2009

The Future is Coming

I was sent a link to discover what the year 2010 had in store for me. I've never been big on horoscopes and I'm still not, but this one made me smile. They're so general, it's easy to find similarities between your life and what they say about your life. Still, it's a little creepy how I found myself nodding. And creepier still how I wished it would all come true. Of course, there is nothing specifically mentioned for me to hope to come true. But the ideas are lovely.

"Taurus always gets tagged with things like "pleasure-seeking" and "materialistic." That's probably unfair, in most cases. You're just as good at dishing out the pleasure as you are at seeking it, and who doesn't like a few nice things around? Sadly, there's been just too much struggle in your life the last couple of years when it comes to those two very important parts of your life. Thankfully, 2010 marks the end of that long uphill struggle. Your pleasurable pursuits have been a little more restricted than you'd like over the course of the last two years or so. That's over with now, so ... game on!

"The big events this year will not so much be a matter of major happenings as they will be things that have been in the works and are slowly revealing themselves. In the last two years, you've put a lot of work into what makes you happy, while Saturn transited your solar Fifth House. Now that those pressures are finally being relieved, you'll find you are finally gaining traction. Certainly, your love life and your career will feel the difference, but beyond that you'll notice things going a lot better in other departments of your life. You may have already noticed some of these changes starting to kick in; the real results start happening around your birthday in 2010."

SO, there it is: my lovely year. What for sure will be happening?

I will turn nineteen (Gosh, I feel older. And younger. But mostly older).
I will move OFF campus (hallelujah).
Melissa will be home, eventually becoming my roommate.
I have to get a job (stupid money).
For said birthday, I will definitely be seeing Iron Man 2.

THEN, the dreaded New Year's Resolutions. I don't like goals; I like dreams. Wishes. Hopes. So, what do I want to happen?
Boyfriend, definitely.
My writing--in some form--will be published (Contests have been entered, things have been written).
I will not be married.
Be able to pay for college (stupid money).
Lose weight rather than gain wait (Hey, it's the traditional New Year's whatever).
To make it one more year and be the better for it.

2010 just sounds funny, doesn't it? Like there should be flying cars or people living in space or the downfall of America as we know it. Something, at least. But it seems like life just goes on. Another year, a new digit. It's crazy, standing here--feeling pulled between adolescence and adulthood. Everything is clamoring in my head for my attention. I think about my future--since when? I used to be a little girl who played with barbies and was socially awkward. The latter is still true, I suppose, depending on who you ask. But now I think about grades, classes, aspirations--realistic ones--reality, other people. It's all new territory, flying cars or not. In any case, I'm glad I get another year to figure things out. In the words of a rising legend (insert sarcastic tone), "Life's a climb, but the view is great."

YOU know what I mean.

Monday, December 28, 2009

Craziness

FOR me at least, christmas is all about being with family, so I thought I'd give you a rundown about my family. Cool, huh?

FIRST up, my parents (Of course, they are Two people, but who doesn't pair their parents together?). I came home eager for one thing especially: Avatar. Heck-freakin-yes. And my parents knew it. And I easily got them to agree to take me and the entire family to see it--in 3D. They all were less than eager. Ashley thought it looked "stupid," mom thought she'd get sick, dad was just going along to please me, Travis used the word "dumb" more than once, and Laura had no desire. Mostly it was Justin and I, but me primarily. And so we went. And it was freaking amazing. The plot line--not so much--but the graphics were killer. But best of all--everyone (except travis) loved it. Or at least enjoyed it. Sweetest of all? Mother--probably the least willing--loved it the most. Even more than me, I think. And how she groveled for forgiveness for ever doubting my expertise in the movie arena. Ah, that was wonderful.

NEXT, Ashley. This christmas Ashley got a Tribble. For those of you who don't know (which is probably every single person on this earth aside from Ashley) a Tribble is a...creature in Star Trek. It's a ball of fur that purrs. And Ashley got one. The best part of Christmas Day (after the presents and food) was making the tribble squeal. We discovered rather quickly that any sudden noises made the thing vibrate and "purr" loudly in an annoyingly repetitive way. So at random intervals, we would shout, bark, yap, scream--all in hopes of making the little ball of fur dance. It was great.

JUSTIN--who should be happy now that I mention my love for him here--made a stop-motion movie of the nativity story. It was pure genius. And he made an awesome set of fluffy clouds and starry nights and glue and wire and paint and cardboard and tears and sweat. And lots and lots and lots of pictures. Here is the link to the uploaded, completed version which will surely change your life.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHgdOl9jw6Y

MELISSA spoke to me!! I love her. Nine days!!!!

TRAVIS drove Laura and I to see Sherlock Holmes. And that movie is so amazing. It's genius. It's entertaining. It's awesome. I love Robert Downey Jr.; I Love Jude Law. It was great. I'm seeing it again for sure. And Travis then took us out to Cafe Rio which was delicious. I love that place. We also rocked out to Weezer (Lying on the floor! lying on the floor I come undone!) which just brings forth a plethora of memories.

LAURA shall be my last mentioning. What to say, what to say. Oh, yes--"Wild Child." We snuggled up so very close and watched that movie. It was a stupid british film where Emma Roberts pretended she had the talent of her aunt (sorry, not happening). What kept us watching was Alex Pettyfer. Holy-freaking-gorgeous. Blonde, british, blue-eyed god of glory. He was insanely attractive; we were both drooling. yummay.

ALL in all it was a great holiday. I love holidays. Almost as much as I love family (awww!!!!). So, here's to a new year with tons more memories!

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

My Roommate, the Robot

TODAY, I agreed to go to the creamery with Sydney--for her own well-being. Because she was suffering from a little cabin fever or something. Finals do something to people. They go crazy. Sure enough, as I was clinging to her as I skated across frozen sidewalks, she was pulling away from me, showing her dominance over the snow by stepping violently into it, marching determinedly through it.

PSYCHO.

AND on the way back, she completely lost it. She went all Terminator on me and marched around shouting "DESTROY!" as she kicked up the snow and bounded about like a robot. I about died, I was laughing so hard at her. Then on the way to FHE, she did it again. She just plowed through the snowbanks, screaming "DESTROY" even as we tried to carry on a conversation around her. Leslie and SArah didn't seem to notice anything; they just went on, talking merrily about the cold and finals. But I was cracking up, watching Sydney--so serious--march through the snow, screaming like a madman. She was walking like a Nazi, too, you know, because there's better snow velocity when your kick your legs up like that.

JUST "Destroy! Destroy! Destroy!" again and again. Finally, I wrangle her closer as we approach an area of shiny pavement. Leslie, in her most motherly tone, says "There's black ice over here." And I slow down because I see it shining, so threateningly. But Sydney is still shouting her chant and as we come to it her feet go flying--her chant came to an immediate stop. Luckily, I was holding on so tightly I saved her from falling. And what did she do? She laughed a little, then melted back to seriousness and pranced about the snow some more.

PSYCHO, I say. Psycho.

IT was hilarious.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

I Love My Life. A Lot.

OH, happiness! I feel so...Glee-ful :)
[Glee had THE best finale of a show I have ever seen.
OMG.
I just keep thinking about it,
then I keep smiling.
And then I smile more.
And then I wish I could watch it again and again
and again.
Oh, heart!]
SO, mostly, that made my day all the merrier.
[Seriously, now:
can't stop smiling]
LESLIE and Elly and I were on the edge of our seats, practically dying. Well, I was mostly dying. I think I get too emotionally involved with fiction--I was practically having a seizure with all the stress in the beginning and then, oh--then that ending! We all started screaming. I almost hyperventilated.

NOW I have to wait till spring. Hey, at least it's spring and not fall again. Oh, Glee! I loved it at first, the second bothered me, I grew into it as it went on, and now I am a FIRM fan. I even joined the facebook group, so that settles it.

IN Glee related news, on the way home from St. George--a very long way home, mind you--I was enjoying my glee playlist. I have nine songs and I know them all by heart. So I was singing them. Because I was bored out of my mind and you can't listen to Glee music without singing, it's impossible. And, mind you, I am a terrible singer. But I got through 6 (six, read it, six) songs before anyone even began to shut me up. Which I think is a pretty good record. That's about 20 minutes of me pretending I can sing with the likes of Kristin Chenoweth and people singing like Celine Dion. Ya, brownie points to me. But then they all told me to shut up so I had to stop. Still, I was oh-so-very gleeful.

IN un-Glee related news, I am back to believing the North Dakota conspiracy. Why? Because as I was filling out my voter registration, it said in the General Information section that "North Dakota does not have voter registration." Why, you ask? Why indeed. Something is not right when a US state cannot vote. Smells...fishy. Or alien-ey. My dad seems to think it is because only crazy people live in ND and the government doesn't want crazy people to vote. (Of course, if that were true, California would be out of the equation. Because they are psycho's--did you know there is a Chihuahua crisis happening there right now? Ya. A chihuahua crisis. Google it.). I dunno what it is, but ND is just...weird. I mean, you never hear of anything over there and you never meet people from there and, now, you find out they can;t vote. cRaZy.

NOW I am finished. And I am still gleeful.
[Really?
Really? I love it.
So much.]

Friday, December 4, 2009

December!

IT'S that time of year!! Too bad it doesn't feel like it.

BEFORE Thanksgiving, I couldn't stop listening to Christmas music--which is truly weird because I hate people who listen to holiday music before December. But I just wanted to be home and it made me feel happy inside. Now--well, now, I just don't want to. I'm sick of it; I'm distracted; it doesn't feel right. Which is sad. Because I love Christmas. I just wanna be home.

FINALS are stupid. School is stupid. I wish I could be home, lying under the tree, listening to cheesy Christmas songs, my feet resting by the fire place. I don't want to think about what this or that piece of art means to me; I have no desire to write an argument paper concerning devotional; there is no part of me that wants to study the history of gothic architecture or the language development of three year olds. But I have no choice. Because I am here to get smart and get A's. Which I actually think I'm on the right track for.

BOM2 is proving a more difficult class just because there are so little points involved. So, you miss a few, your grade plummets. But I think I'll have at least an A letter grade.

ANTHRO, I should pull through with an A. Especially since--happy moment--I got 187/190 on a research paper for a book I didn't even read. How is that for BSing skills? Thank you.

H150 I have at least an A-, but I think I could get an A.

HUMANITIES is hard to tell because he doesn't use blackboard and he gave us no grading rubric. If I were to guess, I'd go with a high B.

HUMAN Development--gag me. I hate that class. Probably a B. And it's annoying because I just discovered I didn't even have to take it--I had a previous class that could have double counted. Sigh.

BUT that is the breakdown. And once I suffer through these next two weeks, I will be a Sophomore! Booya. I, at 18 years of age, will be ahead of my 23-year-old sister. That is a definite esteem booster. :) Except now Laura will take this information and will be determined to either become a sophomore in college when she's seventeen (so that she can say she beat me to it) or she will try to actually graduate before me. Which would basically be very sad for me. But that's just her--overtly competitive. In fact, mother, you should beware because she will probably try and beat me to having a boyfriend and/or first kiss. ANd her 16th birthday is coming up, so she is gaining on me. Of course, that's not a subject that is entirely hard to pass me up in.

I love you, Laura :)

SO, yes, it is the most wonderful time of the year. And I'm sure it will feel more like it once I get these two last papers out of my way, then pass my five finals. Then I'll be home and it will be christmas and I will be cozy and fighting with family and hugging it out and eating yummy food and, yes, listening to Christmas music.

AND, just in case you were wondering, 32 more days till Melissa is home!