ridiculously overpriced !

I was walking through the BYU Bookstore as I often do when a cheap little toy caught my eye. It was a little cardboard box with a handle sticking out of it. "I wonder what the handle does, probably play music" I thought and picked it up to test my theory. Sure enough it was a mini little cardboard music box that played a blurb about 5 seconds long and then repeated the blurb over and over again. "Wow" I thought "I wonder what in the world you would do with one of these." I wondered how much it would cost and turned it over to check. $7.99. "Seven ninety nine!!! That's ridiculous" I mentally exclaimed "What a ridiculously overpriced thing!"

Suddenly, and I'm not exactly sure why, I accidentally dropped it. My first thoughts were just curiosity as to whether the little toy would survive the fall. I picked it up and twisted the handle and no music came out. Not only ridiculously overpriced but cheaply made and easily broken! But guess who had broken it. Who pays $7.99 for a cheap little toy that breaks easily?

I do.

Good Ole' Harold B. Lee Library

Tonight at 8:00 the library closed early because of graduation ceremonies tonight. I turned towards home--the place I go occasionally because I can't sleep at the library.

In order to shoo everyone out of the library they always play music really loudly over the intercom --always something rousing like the Lord of the Rings soundtrack. I have always had a great dream that one night everyone in the library would become as one and dance to the music as we make our way towards the door. Tonight my hopes were partially realized. A girl spread her arms out and kicked up her sandaled foot, pointing her toes and then she waltzed around just a little. Not many people saw but it made me smile. BYU students are so dorky and I mean that in a good way.

Speaking of the library, just today I was walking to campus with a guy in my ward and we were talking about how you always run into people you know at the library. We decided that you go to the library to avoid all the distractions of your apartment, only to never get anything done because of all the people you run into at the library.

I'm thankful to the library for having become my natural habitat and to my apartment for being my home away from home when I need a place to sleep. Life is good.

Squirrels!!!

As I was biking the other day a squirrel ran on the trail in front of me, and noticed something and decided to stop and check it out—right in front of me! Fortunately my bike’s braking system is excellent and I was able to stop on a dime (or maybe I just wasn’t biking that fast :) He then scurried over to the edge of the trail and stopped in the bushes and so I took the opportunity to give him some friendly council. “You really should be more careful” I lectured him “I almost killed you!” He looked up at me and then scampered off. I’ve heard the squirrels in Central Park will come up and take food right out of your hands. Squirrels!!! They live on the edge like there’s no tomorrow. Someday I will point to a squirrel and teach my children that that’s not how you’re supposed to behave.

going public!

If you are a new reader, welcome! Up until now, I’ve been pretty shy and only told a handful of friends and family about my blog. Those who are so close that they know all my deepest secrets and whether or not I would vote for Ronald Reagan. If you comment, I will also tell you all my deepest secrets and whether or not I would vote for Ronald Reagan.

I have recently overcome my shyness and decided to go public. Many ways to spread the word have occurred to me. Such as making business cards and handing them out. The business cards will be attached to shiny new nickels. Bribery? You may ask. Well, yes, but practical bribery—the kind that fits into my budget.

Actually, what I have just done is to post the address of my blog on my facebook profile. A bold move on my part, although I'm not actually sure that anyone will see it there. In this blog, I plan to unlock the mysteries of the universe, reveal my character, and offer humorous insights into life and love. My ability to execute that plan is somewhat limited however. I feel a little like a girl trying on her mom’s high heels. I’m not grown up enough to blog yet, and I’m probably going to trip all over myself and maybe even fall flat on my face. Oh well, why do we fall, so that we can learn to pick ourselves back up again.

In conclusion I realize that by reading to the end of this post you have been very kind in humoring me thus far. So I will tell you that yes indeed, I would vote for Ronald Reagan.

The Hill

Today I was biking up a hill that always exhausts me (I’m exhausted easily), and instead of looking at the top of the hill like I usually do, I just looked at the ground. Suddenly it was so much easier and I hardly even noticed that I was going up a hill. This is what my Dad always told me to do when we went biking—just focus what’s right in front of you and don’t worry about the huge hill. He compared it to life: you just take it day by day, minute by minute sometimes, and focus on doing the best you can right now, and don’t get overwhelmed by the big picture or the huge goal you’re trying to accomplish.

Keeping up with the Joneses

I've been looking over my wardrobe and it could definitely use some serious upgrades. But being a poor college students, I really can't afford anything much more than Old Navy or Ross. So I've decided to start a charity fund--for my wardrobe. The only problem is that I'll probably get tons of checks and I hate running to the bank to cash them. So for the sake of practicality I've decided that I just can't accept anything under $1,000. Please feel free to donate :)

Texting

They say that life is full of little ironies, and I'm here to tell you that it's true.
Today in class my professor (who also teaches Junior High) took a break from the prepared lecture and began a discussion about whether technology is a good or a bad thing. I realized that this was a perfect opportunity to send a text I had been thinking about (he wouldn't see me, it's a 200 student class). I got out my phone and found that I had received a text. So I began reading it and became absorbed trying to think of a reply--letting time get away from me a little, until I realized that perhaps the discussion was over and we might be about to start the lecture again. I zoned back in and looked up just in time to hear my teacher tell us mature college students: "Yes one way that technology can be bad is with cell phones in Junior High. I just can't get my eighth graders to take their hands off their texting long enough to pay attention to class." I put away my phone and stayed focused the rest of the class. Like I said, life is full of little ironies.