Yes. I am in love. I know it happened fast, and believe me, being the logical person that I am I most definitely tried to talk myself out of it, but eventually I just gave in to what I was feeling.
His name is Jarom. He's amazing of course. Let me just say, that I find it very attractive when a man is respectful to women. More men should be this way.
So the title of this post is from the song Summer Nights in the musical Grease. And let me just say regarding summer nights, and summer days as well really, that this is my favorite time of year. It's fun and there's so much going on. It's exciting and everything seems better in the summer. As much as other people complain about it being warm and sticky, I don't mind it, and I prefer it to the cold winter days.
Anyway, my falling in love (for the first time ever) got me to thinking about summer flings. Why do so many people hook up in the summer time? So I did some reading.
Summer time is happy time. It's happy because of all the vitamin D we're getting, but also because the stress of school is a long distant memory.
Summer time is sexy time. Thanks to the glorious sunshine, we're all a bunch of hot messes. Guys, you're going topless whenever you can, and girls are breakin out the daisy dukes and bikinis. I guess sexy thoughts just come easier when we're all wearing less clothing.
Summer time is leisure time. We have more time for relationships. Once school starts, or whatever, we're back to real life. We have to step out of our fantasy vacation world and get back to being busy. There's less time for that person and that's why it usually ends.
Well, all I can say is, this guy is totally worth the work, and we're both agreed that when summer ends, our relationship will not.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
Bugs
Summer is definitely the time for bugs. Let me give you a few examples. I'll start with the ones I hate the most. Palmetto bugs. It's southern for really big cockroach.
Yuck. And the worst part is that they fly. Sometimes we jokingly refer to them as our state bird. Anyway, these are definitely not fun.
The next kind is another undesirable type of bug, although much less terrifying. The mosquito. Simply walking into my backyard can get you roughly 20 bites from these guys. Or girls I should say since only the females suck your blood.
Yummy. But try not to worry about them too much. It's summertime and you will get bitten so put on some bug repellent and forget about it.
The next type of bug is, in my opinion, sort of cute, and much like butterflies, I don't mind having them crawl on me. Fireflies, or if you prefer: lighting bugs.
In summer, my little sister and I go out and catch as many as we can!
And lastly, and most recently is the rare (and more abstract): love bug.
Didn't see that one coming did you? Alright, so I don't know if it's love, but I sure do like this guy a lot. Tonight he took me to a Brave's game and put his arm around me during the game. Then he held my hand on the car ride home. On my front porch I thought that he was going to kiss me. A hug goodnight, and then we looked at each other. There was a tiny moment and then...another hug. It almost happened. Anyway, he's unlike anyone I've ever dated before.
Yuck. And the worst part is that they fly. Sometimes we jokingly refer to them as our state bird. Anyway, these are definitely not fun.
The next kind is another undesirable type of bug, although much less terrifying. The mosquito. Simply walking into my backyard can get you roughly 20 bites from these guys. Or girls I should say since only the females suck your blood.
Yummy. But try not to worry about them too much. It's summertime and you will get bitten so put on some bug repellent and forget about it.
The next type of bug is, in my opinion, sort of cute, and much like butterflies, I don't mind having them crawl on me. Fireflies, or if you prefer: lighting bugs.
In summer, my little sister and I go out and catch as many as we can!
And lastly, and most recently is the rare (and more abstract): love bug.
Didn't see that one coming did you? Alright, so I don't know if it's love, but I sure do like this guy a lot. Tonight he took me to a Brave's game and put his arm around me during the game. Then he held my hand on the car ride home. On my front porch I thought that he was going to kiss me. A hug goodnight, and then we looked at each other. There was a tiny moment and then...another hug. It almost happened. Anyway, he's unlike anyone I've ever dated before.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
My apologies
It has been much too long since I updated my blog. I just got caught up with summer and whatnot.
A lot has happened since I last wrote, but not as much as if I had been in school all this time. Some of the things I've done:
A lot has happened since I last wrote, but not as much as if I had been in school all this time. Some of the things I've done:
- Went to Six Flags
- Slept outside
- Been to a movie
- Shopped at yard sales, thrift stores, and Goodwill
- Went to a farmer's market
- Went on an awkward date
- Went on an awesome date
- Baked cupcakes
- Read books
- Skyped with best friend
- Cleaned my room (and promptly messed it back up again)
- Updated my wardrobe with upcycled clothing I worked on
- Babysat
- Cleaned houses for money
- Got my car fixed
- Went to the lake
- And of course, cross-country roadtrip
That's all for now. I could keep typing to make my life seem more interesting, but anyway, I just wanted to write down some of the things I did. I should really be making a better record of this awesome summer I'm having. Maybe I'll work on that today. I also need to find a job, but with only two months to work, I have little motivation.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
We made it!
I have finished taking all my finals. All that's left now is to pack up and move out.
This has been an interesting semester for me. My patience has been tried. I feel a little stronger, a little braver, and I feel humbled. This semester certainly has broken me down a few times to the point where I couldn't fix things all by myself and I had to ask for help. It has never been that I feel too good for the help of others, simply that I don't want to put them out by requiring their assistance.
Many of my relationships with people have been strengthened, and others I have seen the need to work harder for.
As this school year draws to a close, it has really stirred up feelings in me that are unexpected. For the past few months I have been feeling the senioritis big time, and I'm only a Junior. I have felt anxious to be done with school. I've been so sick of classes and homework, and the dating life in Utah (which is impossible for me). There's things: people, places, events, that I just want to leave behind. But as the end of this week has gotten nearer and nearer, I have been realizing that I really do only have one year left, and that it's not all entirely a good thing.
My best friend in the whole world, Marqi, and I have only known each other for a little over a year. In that time we have hardly been separated. We both keep saying how we only have a few more days with each other until we're separated for summer. It makes us both sad, but I believe that the real reason we're sad is that we know that in a year's time, we will be feeling this same way, only I won't be coming back after summer. The goodbyes we say this week a just a preview of the things we'll be feeling next year.
In addition to Marqi, I have really become close to a lot of the professors and staff members in my department. I'll have to say goodbye to them as well next year. It's hard when they've had such a big impact on my life. Not just through their lectures, but through the relationships we've built outside of class as well.
So while I am moving out of my apartment this week, I will be happy that I have one year left. Only one more year of classes and tests. One more glorious year I have with my friends. And you can be sure that next year I will soak in every moment, and take as many pictures to preserve the memories as I possibly can.
This has been an interesting semester for me. My patience has been tried. I feel a little stronger, a little braver, and I feel humbled. This semester certainly has broken me down a few times to the point where I couldn't fix things all by myself and I had to ask for help. It has never been that I feel too good for the help of others, simply that I don't want to put them out by requiring their assistance.
Many of my relationships with people have been strengthened, and others I have seen the need to work harder for.
As this school year draws to a close, it has really stirred up feelings in me that are unexpected. For the past few months I have been feeling the senioritis big time, and I'm only a Junior. I have felt anxious to be done with school. I've been so sick of classes and homework, and the dating life in Utah (which is impossible for me). There's things: people, places, events, that I just want to leave behind. But as the end of this week has gotten nearer and nearer, I have been realizing that I really do only have one year left, and that it's not all entirely a good thing.
My best friend in the whole world, Marqi, and I have only known each other for a little over a year. In that time we have hardly been separated. We both keep saying how we only have a few more days with each other until we're separated for summer. It makes us both sad, but I believe that the real reason we're sad is that we know that in a year's time, we will be feeling this same way, only I won't be coming back after summer. The goodbyes we say this week a just a preview of the things we'll be feeling next year.
In addition to Marqi, I have really become close to a lot of the professors and staff members in my department. I'll have to say goodbye to them as well next year. It's hard when they've had such a big impact on my life. Not just through their lectures, but through the relationships we've built outside of class as well.
So while I am moving out of my apartment this week, I will be happy that I have one year left. Only one more year of classes and tests. One more glorious year I have with my friends. And you can be sure that next year I will soak in every moment, and take as many pictures to preserve the memories as I possibly can.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Here's my problem with pop culture:
Pop culture itself isn't the problem. Those who subscribe to it are.
Let me explain. While they are very mainstream, and I don't like them as people, music artists like Lady Gaga and Kesha have found their way onto my Zune (for those of you unfamiliar, Zune is Micrsoft's response to the iPod) because their songs are catchy and I enjoy them.
I also have a number of other artists in my music collection, many of them I doubt any of my friends have even heard of. I like A Fine Frenzy, Kate Nash, She and Him, Eel, The Knocks, and The Like just to name a few. Their's is music I really love and really fits my personal style.
So here's the problem then...many people are just sheep following the masses. If it's on the American Top 40 they like it, and they also make no attempt to discover their own taste in music. Here's an example. When I was 11, I LOVED ABBA music. Loved it. Granted, it had already been discovered by many other people...in the eighties...when I hadn't been born. Years later when I got to college, a movie called Mamma Mia was released, a movie based on the music of ABBA. Suddenly all of my friends were into the music I had been obsessed with and gotten over years before.
This pattern has repeated throughout my life. My problem with pop culture is that it determines what people are interested in rather than people choosing for themselves what they are interested in and determining pop culture.
Pop culture itself isn't the problem. Those who subscribe to it are.
Let me explain. While they are very mainstream, and I don't like them as people, music artists like Lady Gaga and Kesha have found their way onto my Zune (for those of you unfamiliar, Zune is Micrsoft's response to the iPod) because their songs are catchy and I enjoy them.
I also have a number of other artists in my music collection, many of them I doubt any of my friends have even heard of. I like A Fine Frenzy, Kate Nash, She and Him, Eel, The Knocks, and The Like just to name a few. Their's is music I really love and really fits my personal style.
So here's the problem then...many people are just sheep following the masses. If it's on the American Top 40 they like it, and they also make no attempt to discover their own taste in music. Here's an example. When I was 11, I LOVED ABBA music. Loved it. Granted, it had already been discovered by many other people...in the eighties...when I hadn't been born. Years later when I got to college, a movie called Mamma Mia was released, a movie based on the music of ABBA. Suddenly all of my friends were into the music I had been obsessed with and gotten over years before.
This pattern has repeated throughout my life. My problem with pop culture is that it determines what people are interested in rather than people choosing for themselves what they are interested in and determining pop culture.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Blog makeover
In honor of spring/summer, I have updated my blog background courtesy of Cutest Blog on the Block. This is seriously one of my favorite websites. They have all sorts of free stuff for your blog. Y'all should check it out :)
Today is a day of happiness
AWESOME:
I am done going to classes! Well...this semester anyway.
Next week is finals, and while I still have a lot to do in preparation for leaving Cedar City for the summer, almost none of it involves homework, and I have no more classes to attend.
It was really stressful there for a while. I wasn't sure if I was going to make it, but here I am.
Now I can say goodbye to the classes I didn't like, goodbye to douchey guys, and goodbye to this small town.
Now I have to say goodbye to classes I loved, goodbye to friends I'll miss, and goodbye to my beautiful southern Utah.
AWKWARD:
Actually not as much awkward as embarrassing. Yesterday, one of my favorite teachers (we work in the same office suite) asked me if I had eaten. (I hadn't because I often am too busy or forget to eat). I told him no and he said I looked like I was going to pass out and told me he was going to buy me some food. How nice! But I did feel a little embarrassed and told him he didn't have to buy me anything. He bought me pretzels and juice anyway. There are some really great teachers here.
Anyway, sorry for the boring post. Just wanted to update the world wide web on my life.
I am done going to classes! Well...this semester anyway.
Next week is finals, and while I still have a lot to do in preparation for leaving Cedar City for the summer, almost none of it involves homework, and I have no more classes to attend.
It was really stressful there for a while. I wasn't sure if I was going to make it, but here I am.
Now I can say goodbye to the classes I didn't like, goodbye to douchey guys, and goodbye to this small town.
Now I have to say goodbye to classes I loved, goodbye to friends I'll miss, and goodbye to my beautiful southern Utah.
AWKWARD:
Actually not as much awkward as embarrassing. Yesterday, one of my favorite teachers (we work in the same office suite) asked me if I had eaten. (I hadn't because I often am too busy or forget to eat). I told him no and he said I looked like I was going to pass out and told me he was going to buy me some food. How nice! But I did feel a little embarrassed and told him he didn't have to buy me anything. He bought me pretzels and juice anyway. There are some really great teachers here.
Anyway, sorry for the boring post. Just wanted to update the world wide web on my life.
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