Throwing Rocks at Boys

My sister once told me of a book that she read with her boyfriend called "Boys are Stupid; We Should Throw Rocks at Them." I don't know if I was more amuzed by the title or by the fact that she read it with her boyfriend (who is now her husband). Nothing against all the boys out there personally, but this has become one of my new mottos especially when I feel like I'm melting into the woodwork. When guys aren't noticing how amazing I picture myself to be, then I just think..."Guys are stupid...I should throw rocks at them." Of course then I feel kind of bad...because not all guys are stupid. And there are definitely a fare amount of stupid girls in this World. But,there are also amazing people in this World. However, just for a moment I allow myself to indulge in my bitterness over boys. Then that moment passes and I go on with my daily life...with a very vivid image in my head of a rock smacking a boy in his shin for sheer stupidity.
PS. To those of you who continue to take me seriously, I really think that by now you should have realized that half of what I say, I don't mean. And half of what I really mean, can be found somewhere behind what I say even if it's within a statement I don't mean. Wait.....I think I confused myself...I'll have to think about it.

College Food

I've been reviewing some of the foods that I eat on a daily basis and have found my diet to be somewhat lacking in...health in general. I live off of Ramen noodles. Not just any Ramen noodles though. I have to have Maruchan Ramen...oh, and only beef Ramen. I don't like chicken or any of the other flavors. This past week I have been living off of turkey and cheese sandwiches. Luckily last night I went and got a balanced meal at the free dinner program that the Episcopalian church offers near where I live. But still...I think that was the first time I had eaten any sort of vegetable in about a month. I need to do better...much better. Haha. Now the question is: HOW?

The Driving Power of Stress

Stress, as is generally present in the lives of most college students, can either make or break you...often times both. I have decided, that as long as I can keep my head above water, my stress can be utilized as a driving force in my life. If I have to get something done, then I get it done. There are times when I look back at my years of High School and think, "How in the World did I manage to get it all done." But somehow I always managed to accomplish the things that I needed to. Realizing that gives me hope for the hectic schedule that I posses as a college English Major. Now, I do realize that overloading myself should not be something that I strive for, but a healthy amount of things to accomplish can always bring a productive if stressful life. So...I guess what I'm trying to convince myself of, is that stress can be a good thing. Weird.

Darcy Syndrome

I diagnosed myself sometime ago with an ailment I like to refer to as "Darcy Syndrome". This problem will only make sense to those of us who are familiar with the novel Pride and Prejudice. In this novel, there is a character, Darcy, who when accused of being unsociable and taciturn responds to our heroine, Elizabeth, that he "feels ill qualified to recommend himself to others." As, I have contemplated this over the years, I realize that this is what is wrong with me in regard to my social life (or lack thereof). When I was going through Elementary school, Junior High, and High School I had a hard time making and keeping friends mainly because of personal insecurities. I have become better over the years, especially with the help of my Heavenly Father, but I still suffer from a bout of Darcy Syndrome from time -to- time even today. So, today, when I was able to go up to a guy that I like and introduce myself and actually talk like a coherent human being it was like...another victory for all those in the world who are too shy for their own good specifically when it comes to those that they do not know. I may never entirely shake all of my Darcy Syndrome, but I do know that with time and "practice" social situations can be met head on with much more self-confidence than I would have ever thought possible.

The snow has finally started to melt...too bad I'm sick and can't go outside to enjoy the better weather. Being sick is no fun at college...not that being sick is fun anywhere, but at least when you live with your parents your mom will take care of you. At college, you've got roommates, and mine are amazing, but they've got their own social lives and boyfriends...I've got my books and my homework and my stuffed bear, Mr. Hippityhop. It's not that I'm complaining, I'm just....complaining. Okay, now that's enough of that. At least I have my health a majority of the time, and I have more of a social life than I used to in High School. My family is amazing, my roommates are amazing, my ward is amazing...I'm amazing ;). All in all, I really having nothing to be upset about, but sometimes I just need to vent about stuff before I feel better. Wow....I think I need some chocolate.

Super-Clutz

At the basketball game tonight, (SUU was playing basketball...I was playing the trumpet in the pep band) I was remembering my previous experience at a basketball game about a month ago in which I had participated in one of those little relays that they do during the thirty second time-outs. I was up against another girl who was in the pep band and the task was to run from the free-throw line back to the boundary, then to the half-court line back to the boundary, then to the free-throw line at the other side of the court back to the boundary: your basic ladder for those that know about basketball drills. Anyway, I was running in bare feet because I had not brought shoes that I could (or should) run in. On the home stretch, the last run back to the boundary from the free-throw line at the other side of the court, I gracefully........managed to run faster than my feet could handle (if that's even possible) and ended up falling on the ground in front of the entire Centrum which was semi-full of spectators. It was definitely the best biff of my life, and I was rather disappointed that the band had been playing at the time and not all of them had seen me eat it on the court. This very public spill also resulted in one of the best looking bruises of my life. Maybe it's just me,but I like to have battle scars to show people when they haven't had the privilege of witnessing me make a fool of myself.

New Word

So I decided to get a blog, kind of on a random whim. I'm not very technologically savvy, and my life leaves much to be desired in regard to interesting content that I want to share with a large cyber-community. Be that as it may, I do like to write about things (which may stem from the fact that I am an English Major). Anyway, to the meat of what I really wanted to write about: The other day in a class that I tutor in we learned a new word. It was Rhinotillexomania-defined as the compulsive picking of the nose.
Now, maybe it was just our class...or this could possibly be indicative of a wider college culture, but we all thought the word thoroughly hilarious. I vowed that the next time I came to class I would ask one of the other tutors how they were progressing with the control of their Rhinotillexomania...to which she replied, the next class period when I really did ask her, that she was mainly trying to take care of it while at home so that she would not have to embarrass herself in public. She then turned the question to me, to which I replied that I had been picking at the problem here and there but had made no real progress... The jokes that came of this were quite plentiful and it just kind of went down hill from there...