I am taking a break from studying (since I don't take enough of those... ha) by writing in my blog. Actually, I just finished part of an assignment so I am rewarding myself. I swear my abilitiy to focus lately has been nonexistent... ask Meagan...
So, I had my first real ever DTR last night. How does the non-Mormon world exist without them? (Or, do they exist but without that terminology?) Actually, I find them annoying, awkward, and unnecessary... usually. Just go with the flow... (I guess I can't really say with my lack of experience... but this has been my opinion, however uncalled for it may be.) I do believe they can be beneficial means of communication, especially if both parties have a different view of the relationship. You know... one or two of these might have saved me a little heartache...
Okay, I told a little white lie... I think I have had desires for a form of DTR in the past...
Anyways, this reminds me of a little story. It's not my story, but I quite enjoy telling it. So, there was this boy chasing one of my cousins. Well, they had been on a couple of dates, but my cousin was trying to avoid him. Anyways, this boy called her, tolded her he needed a DTR, and would pick her up shortly. My cousin was shocked--he had no reason to expect any relationship at all! Well, he picked her up... and there was another couple in the car!! Talk about awkward... After much anticipation, they arrived at Del Taco. The boys got out of the car, and the girls looked at each other confusedly. Then the boys explain that they needed a Del Taco Run... Oh, boy, my cousin was mad...
Good story, huh?
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Monday, April 20, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Happy birthday to me!
It's my birthday!
I am 22. I am old.
It was a good day.
My lunch consisted of an ice cream sundae, fruit, and pizza crusts. My sister and cousins surprised me with dinner and made me one of my favorite cakes. They sang to me at the ward talent show. A boy surprised me with a beautiful bouquet of flowers and a meaningful note. My family called to talked to me. I got to spend time with some of the people that mean the most to me in my life.
All in all.. it was not just a good but a great day!
I am 22. I am old.
It was a good day.
My lunch consisted of an ice cream sundae, fruit, and pizza crusts. My sister and cousins surprised me with dinner and made me one of my favorite cakes. They sang to me at the ward talent show. A boy surprised me with a beautiful bouquet of flowers and a meaningful note. My family called to talked to me. I got to spend time with some of the people that mean the most to me in my life.
All in all.. it was not just a good but a great day!
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Nightmares in the south bedroom of G6
Normally, I don't remember my dreams, but lately this has not been so...
Instead, I have woken up the past two nights with signs of relief mingled with remnants of fright and terror.
Unfortunately, these dreams cannot be recounted perfectly. Only fragments of my feelings remain, and only faint scenes can be replayed in my mind. I would rather not review those dreams anyways.
Friday night could have been a happy dream full of love and peace. Instead, this dream was full of loss, shock, and betrayal. Meagan met a boy, fell in love, and got engaged... all in the same day. I didn't understand--how could Meagan leave me... alone!
(Note: This is an exaggeration.)
After a visit to the Draper temple open house and a visit with an old friend (Actually she is is only 22, and we are still good friends... except she's married), only pleasant dreams were to be expected. We even watched a lovely movie full of short 5-minute films about love, called Paris, je t'aime. One could only expect dreams full of "happily ever afters." But, alas, 'tis was not meant to be.
Instead, my dreams were full of vampires--in the disguise of children. Myself and others were supposed to be protecting and watching these children. Eventually, we were protecting others from these children. However, I felt weak, vulnerable, and scared. I wasn't much help and depended on those older, wiser, and stronger than I. I don't remember much more than that. Thank goodness! My alarm clock this morning had never been a more pleasant sound.
It must have been that short film about the love of vampires...
Instead, I have woken up the past two nights with signs of relief mingled with remnants of fright and terror.
Unfortunately, these dreams cannot be recounted perfectly. Only fragments of my feelings remain, and only faint scenes can be replayed in my mind. I would rather not review those dreams anyways.
Friday night could have been a happy dream full of love and peace. Instead, this dream was full of loss, shock, and betrayal. Meagan met a boy, fell in love, and got engaged... all in the same day. I didn't understand--how could Meagan leave me... alone!
(Note: This is an exaggeration.)
After a visit to the Draper temple open house and a visit with an old friend (Actually she is is only 22, and we are still good friends... except she's married), only pleasant dreams were to be expected. We even watched a lovely movie full of short 5-minute films about love, called Paris, je t'aime. One could only expect dreams full of "happily ever afters." But, alas, 'tis was not meant to be.
Instead, my dreams were full of vampires--in the disguise of children. Myself and others were supposed to be protecting and watching these children. Eventually, we were protecting others from these children. However, I felt weak, vulnerable, and scared. I wasn't much help and depended on those older, wiser, and stronger than I. I don't remember much more than that. Thank goodness! My alarm clock this morning had never been a more pleasant sound.
It must have been that short film about the love of vampires...
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Sleep and Babies
So, 6 hours of sleep is just not enough.
In high school I lived off of like 5 hours of sleep because of early morning seminary. Actually, quite often it was only 3 or 4 hours... like when I procrastinated projects or large homework assignments. (It didn't help that I would be on the phone with a friend, and naturally we would get sidetracked...) My parents made a rule that I had to have 6 hours of sleep at night in order to drive the next day... I couldn't drive 1/2 the time!
I can't live like that anymore! Sad... I really could use the extra hours in the day. Now, I need like 7 hours to function well, which rarely happens, especially when I have 7:30am class. dangit...
At work, I only go in and give people their lunch breaks because of my school schedule. So, I gave the infant teacher (among others) her break today ... holy cow! 4 babies (The max amt. of infants per teacher is 4) is a handful! they all need something at like the same time! They want to be held, fed, entertained, changed, etc. Naturally, at least someone is always crying. This was my first time in the infant room, and it was a handful. I think I prefer older children... even though they can choose not to listen to you. They are more entertaining and don't need quite as much attention. However... I wouldn't mind doing it again... Babies are cute :)
I better not have quadruplets when I'm a mother though...
One more note about work... I always give the kindergarten teacher a break. The two biggest troublemakers are gone! HALLELUJAH! Okay... so they can be cute but they NEVER listened. One child, Aiden, would be so apologetic and agree to make better choices, but he never stuck to his word. As soon as you turned your back he was doing something else. The other child, Cameron, was just flat out disobedient (although sometimes he could be bribed). It was twice as hard for me because I am not their normal teacher... You know what how kids sometimes treat substitutes... Plus, I am not really trained... actually I was never trained this summer when I taught the 3 year-old class either. I almost quit.. but that it another story for another day.
In high school I lived off of like 5 hours of sleep because of early morning seminary. Actually, quite often it was only 3 or 4 hours... like when I procrastinated projects or large homework assignments. (It didn't help that I would be on the phone with a friend, and naturally we would get sidetracked...) My parents made a rule that I had to have 6 hours of sleep at night in order to drive the next day... I couldn't drive 1/2 the time!
I can't live like that anymore! Sad... I really could use the extra hours in the day. Now, I need like 7 hours to function well, which rarely happens, especially when I have 7:30am class. dangit...
At work, I only go in and give people their lunch breaks because of my school schedule. So, I gave the infant teacher (among others) her break today ... holy cow! 4 babies (The max amt. of infants per teacher is 4) is a handful! they all need something at like the same time! They want to be held, fed, entertained, changed, etc. Naturally, at least someone is always crying. This was my first time in the infant room, and it was a handful. I think I prefer older children... even though they can choose not to listen to you. They are more entertaining and don't need quite as much attention. However... I wouldn't mind doing it again... Babies are cute :)
I better not have quadruplets when I'm a mother though...
One more note about work... I always give the kindergarten teacher a break. The two biggest troublemakers are gone! HALLELUJAH! Okay... so they can be cute but they NEVER listened. One child, Aiden, would be so apologetic and agree to make better choices, but he never stuck to his word. As soon as you turned your back he was doing something else. The other child, Cameron, was just flat out disobedient (although sometimes he could be bribed). It was twice as hard for me because I am not their normal teacher... You know what how kids sometimes treat substitutes... Plus, I am not really trained... actually I was never trained this summer when I taught the 3 year-old class either. I almost quit.. but that it another story for another day.
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