Tuesday, July 22, 2008

you make me feel so young

Right after they took this (make sure to scroll down) I thought, "I hope that doesn't come back to haunt me."

So much for that.

And I'm even wearing school colors. How embrssing. I promise I didn't plan that. Oh, well, I guess it proves to the world (or at least to the faithful checkers of the BYU Student Activities website) that I truly do have amazing trike-racing skills. I better make sure to put that on my resume, and next time I'm on the job hunt I'll get hired in no time! Maybe I'll even go pro... I can already see it - the great athletes: Michael Phelps, Venus Williams, Suzy Wilson...

Think it's too late to sign up for Beijing?

Monday, July 14, 2008

stats

0 naps taken today by me :(
2 mosquito bites
4 sobrinos that I love so much
7 different types of fruit I have in the fridge at this moment
14 days since I've been grocery shopping (until today)
17 hours since I woke up
27 Microsoft Word single-spaced pages I have as a result of my
work today
45 Romantic piano songs I listened to during my
journal-transcribing
97 words per minute
204 stairs I climb to get to work
218 friends on Facebook
500 miles to Montana

Friday, July 04, 2008

what now?


"Patriotism is not short, frenzied outbursts of emotion, but the tranquil and steady dedication of a lifetime."

--Adlai E. Stevenson




Happy Fourth of July.

Thursday, July 03, 2008

d is for domesticity

Freshman year I told myself that there are four valid reasons why I don't cook or bake:

1. Not enough time
2. Not all ingredients and not enough money to buy them
3. Doesn't turn out when I do try
4. No desire

And they were valid (mostly). And so I didn't cook and it was fine. This past week, however, I turned over a new leaf; I put on a new hat so to speak. Or apron, in this case. K-bob would be proud.

If I had a camera you would be able to view actual pictures of these delicacies (just like on all of those fun cooking blogs), but under the circumstances I think your imagination will do just fine. (Oh and don't forget to visualize the connoisseur in her element in her sweet Zuka Juice apron in the kitchen of number 8. :)
  • Salsa Chicken
  • Breakfast Burritos
  • Orange Julius
  • Fried Rice
  • Pumpkin Custard
  • German Pancakes
  • Lemon Jell-O Cake
  • Apple Crisp
And all this is coming from a girl who cooked pretty much like two times last semester (thanks to large dinner groups)?

I used to tell myself that one of the reasons I didn't like working at Brick Oven was because it was "shallow service." You feed people, they pay, they leave, and two and a half hours later they are hungry regardless of what they ate, regardless of the speed with which you delivered the food, regardless of the amount they paid or tipped. I still agree with all those statements. But in the past week, I have changed my opinion slightly. Simply serving the food may be shallow, but making it for other people is where the service has potential to become more meaningful. In fact, I have realized this past week that one of the ultimate compliments someone can give me is to compliment my cooking. Seriously. Their verbal appreciation of my efforts literally makes all the difference.

Ah. The feeling of feeling domestic. It's new to me, but I like it.

I just wonder how long it will last...?

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

so there

Some things make me nervous or hesitant. Fortunately, meeting people isn't one of those things. To me, it's not too scary to ask someone's name, where they're from, and their major. And I'm not usually afraid or uncomfortable answering those questions myself (although I did have a slightly unnerving experience last night in which that was NOT the case...perhaps I'll post on that later). But after those easy questions often comes, "So do you play any sports? or did you in high school?" Hmph. I usually defer to the "Well, I was really into music in high school" [an exact quote I have used multiple times] and thus excuse myself from the slightly embarrassing fact that I'm not very athletic and rarely participate in sports. But even worse than that, there often comes a time in which the other person, always well-intentioned of course and not meaning to put me on the spot, asks, "So, what do you do?" Receiving a blank stare, they tack on, "...for fun? You know, hobbies?"

Hobby? What's that... Ugh. What do I tell them? I like to take naps? Usually I see myself as having three choices from which I may respond.

Option 1. The truth: "Yeah, about those...he he...I don't really have any."
Option 2. (This one's also true:) "Well, school's pretty much my hobby these days." But that one always comes off sounding apologetic (because it is!). Plus, I'm not even taking classes right now so that won't work...
Option 3. Make something up: "I'm totally into scrapbooking, watching movies, and doing hair." But then I remember I'm an awful liar and will totally shoot myself in the foot if I attempt to make an intellectual-sounding comment about Kiera Knightley or Orlando or whoever else is popular these days in Hollywood. And I don't even like scrapbooking!

Better tell the truth. And while school is my life (when I'm taking classes, that is), I wouldn't necessarily consider that a hobby. More of an occupation. Sigh. I guess I just have to figure out a) what my hobbies are and b) how to not be ashamed of them.

Point in case: blogging.

Ever since I started blogging I've loved it. (Thanks Janel :) In high school my default "hobby" was music--the flute in particular. But I've stopped playing it so much in college, and what with the busyness of life in general, I've wondered occasionally if I have any hobbies at all. Whenever I think that, though, I remind myself that blogging perfectly fits the definition of a hobby.

hobby
: an activity or interest pursued for pleasure or relaxation and not as a main occupation (dictionary.com)

Blogging doesn't stress me out. It's relaxing. It's fun. It's pleasurable. I like it. I do it in my spare time (or when I should be doing other things that I want to procrastinate--such as going to bed). And it's certainly no occupation of mine. Therefore, it is a hobby. And it's one of my hobbies. AND I'm proud of it.

Ha, that's certainly easier written on my blog late at night when I'm alone in my apartment than said convincingly with confidence to other non-bloggers--particularly good-looking males--during broad daylight. And since basically the only people who read my blog are fellow bloggers, I'm bound to get approval from them [you]. Instead, I have the undesirable job of convincing the "normal" people that blogging isn't some weird nerdy girly cyberspace waste of time.

Huh. I just reread that last sentence. That is so not true. My job isn't to convince everyone else that blogging is cool (although I hope everyone will someday come to know the truth). I'm going to blog whether people think it's cool or not. And I'm no longer going to be apologetic about it! What am I afraid of? That they'll think I'm weird? Well, they would've found out sooner or later. And if someone doesn't like me because I like blogging, well, they've got some serious problems (and should go read this and this).

I'm totally rocking this whole do-things-without-worrying-about-what-other-people-think thing. The new leaf has been turned.

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Closing Affidavit: I'm a nineteen-year old college student and I like blogging. So there.

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I don't know if any of my fellow readers out there have felt any connection whatsoever with this post, but if you have, the excellent short article What Is a Blog? might be of help to you in gaining more confidence in your blogger status. Also, if you've ever had trouble explaining what a blog is (uh, it's like a website...where you can post stuff...like your thoughts...) you should check it out. And ultimately, perhaps we will bring non-believers to the light.

But if we don't... no matter.