Hallo! Machmal denke ich nur auf Deutsch, weil ich meine Deutscheklasse jeden Tag haben!
Translation: Hello! Sometimes I think only in German, because I have my German class every day. And we speak only Deutsch (or are supposed to, haha) in class, so that's 5 hours a week, plus I'm supposed to speak for an hour outside of class (and usually do about 1.5 or 2). Then I'm supposed to listen for an hour each week. I usually find Disney movies auf Deutsch an YouTube or go see a Deutschen Film at the International Cinema (love that place). Plus I have a paragraph thingy to write each week and my daily assignments. So that adds up to at least 10 hours of German thinking a week, usually more around 13-15. So yep. Deutsch is taking over my brain. But that's probably a good thing. :) Right now I'm supposed to be studying for a test that I need to take today, but I've decided to take a little break and post!
I had one of the BEST dreams EVER last night. I can remember very few times that I've had a better dream than this (there have been a few, but not many), especially where I've remembered the dream when I woke up. Last night I dreamed (or traumte, as my German-brain wanted to say) that a very fun and attractive boy--who I do like (a lot, actually), and always enjoy talking to--came to my house in Twin Falls and took me on a date and it was the best night. Not that I've been on many dates this one has had to beat, but still. And yes, I know I'm pathetic. I don't care. I've been really happy all day, even though I know that this dream is in no way real and will probably never be real. :)
Lastly, my roommate and I have decided to make some changes. This past week neither Sarah nor I were really productive. Last night Sarah asked me to remind her to do some things and so our life overhaul got underway. We are helping each other to become better. We're keeping modified missionary hours: 10-6. Of course, we realize that due to some late classes and the fact that we are college students and the like, going to bed at 10 might not always be possible. But if we aim for it, we'll get to bed as early as we can. :) And we're waking up every morning. This is something I'm going to have a really hard time with. I am quite possibly the worst morning person ever, but I really want to change that. This morning I didn't quite get up at 6. I got up around 6:20, and then ended up taking a 20-minute nap around 7:15. haha. But our plan is to get up and start our day off with scripture study, get ready, do homework, go to classes and stay on campus until dinner time (and then possibly going back up) so that we can get everything done, writing in our journals every night, and then picking up our room. Those last two will be really good for me too. I used to write in my journal every night. I did for about 3 years and then senior year hit me. Right now I have some notes/entries just not in the journal/things that I need to write/transfer in the actual journal from the past few months. I just need to catch up and get in the habit again. And if you've ever seen a bedroom of mine (or roomed with me...) you'll be very grateful that I'm trying to improve that too. My apartment is not messy. Only my bedroom gets trashed. And I'm tired of it.
Yep. So that's life in a nutshell right now (minus my amazing English classes and stuff. I'll write about that tomorrow perhaps). I'm rather pleased that it could all be alliteration for the title. It makes me happy. I guess I could have also used "German, [Dreams], and Goals" but actually not because I can't think of a synonym for Dream that starts with a G. And neither can Thesaurus.com (my best friend!) either. Sad day. But not. :)
Monday, January 26, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Mindless
Today I felt a bit...blah. I wasn't enjoying either of my English classes, which I usually love and I was on the brink of tears for no reason. I cheered myself up fairly well after class, but still something was up. So I decided I wanted to have fun later on. I got all my homework for tomorrow done (I'm still a bit behind in my reading, though). I ate dinner. I wasted some time. I did some reading. I helped Sarah study for her anatomy test--now I have all these different bone names running through my head, most of them that sound goofy and I don't know where they are. And now, when I'm free, no one else is around. I am no longer blah. In fact, I want to go do something! Very much! But no one is around or responding to my pleas for help or is able to do anything. It is a very sad day. I am unable to focus, friendless, with too much pent up energy that will not come out if I'm by myself. I am uninterested in the normal things I do when I'm by myself. I need to get out and do something with someone.
I am about to explode.
BOOM.
I am about to explode.
BOOM.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Inauguration Day
I cannot say that I voted for Barrack Obama. But I can say that today, January 20, 2009, is a great day in history.
I'm 19, a sophomore in college. Last Inauguration Day, I was a sophomore in high school, only 15. The one before that, the last time a new president was sworn in, I was in 6th grade. I didn't realize how great a day it was either of those times. I understood how big the elections were. But Inauguration Day always slipped under my radar. This year though, it has taken on a new meaning. I truly realize and appreciate this wonderful day. Part of it comes with the fact that I was able to vote and take part in this historic election. As an official United States citizen now, I am able to more fully appreciate and back our God-given government.
What other nation in the history of the world has peacefully switched power over 40 times? There is none but the United States of America. Each time it is repeated the significance grows larger. Yes, there have been wars. There have been disagreements over who is more fit to run the nation. Presidents have been killed, shot, slandered, and of course, not one of them has been perfect or has had 100% approval ratings. But for the majority of times, each president has given up his office willingly when the time has come and the people have accepted his service and awaited the term of another man, ready to give his all to the service of his country.
Also historical about this Inauguration Day especially is that Barrack Obama, a black man, is now the President of the United States. What a great day for our country. Someone I know said after Election Day, "I'm so proud our country could elect a black president. It's just a pity that it had to be Obama." I originally laughed at this. I didn't vote for Obama; many of his views I disagree with; in fact, many of them full-out scare me. But I recognize how significant this day is for our country. I also now fully support and pray for President Obama, even if I do not agree with all of his views. He is the person our country has elected. We should now, no matter our beliefs, rally around him, pray for him, that he will able to do what is right for our country, and respect at least the office of President of the US, even if we don't always respect the person in it.
I didn't support or agree with everything George W. Bush did in his term as Presidency. But I do respect him as a man. I believe that he is a good person, who loves our country and served it in the way he thought best. The same goes for Barrack Obama. President Obama may not have been who I thought was best to run this country. But I do believe he loves this nation and its people. I believe he is a good person, who will do what he believes our country needs. And although I might not fully agree with all he does, I will join our country in rallying around our new leader. President Obama is in my prayers.
I'm 19, a sophomore in college. Last Inauguration Day, I was a sophomore in high school, only 15. The one before that, the last time a new president was sworn in, I was in 6th grade. I didn't realize how great a day it was either of those times. I understood how big the elections were. But Inauguration Day always slipped under my radar. This year though, it has taken on a new meaning. I truly realize and appreciate this wonderful day. Part of it comes with the fact that I was able to vote and take part in this historic election. As an official United States citizen now, I am able to more fully appreciate and back our God-given government.
What other nation in the history of the world has peacefully switched power over 40 times? There is none but the United States of America. Each time it is repeated the significance grows larger. Yes, there have been wars. There have been disagreements over who is more fit to run the nation. Presidents have been killed, shot, slandered, and of course, not one of them has been perfect or has had 100% approval ratings. But for the majority of times, each president has given up his office willingly when the time has come and the people have accepted his service and awaited the term of another man, ready to give his all to the service of his country.
Also historical about this Inauguration Day especially is that Barrack Obama, a black man, is now the President of the United States. What a great day for our country. Someone I know said after Election Day, "I'm so proud our country could elect a black president. It's just a pity that it had to be Obama." I originally laughed at this. I didn't vote for Obama; many of his views I disagree with; in fact, many of them full-out scare me. But I recognize how significant this day is for our country. I also now fully support and pray for President Obama, even if I do not agree with all of his views. He is the person our country has elected. We should now, no matter our beliefs, rally around him, pray for him, that he will able to do what is right for our country, and respect at least the office of President of the US, even if we don't always respect the person in it.
I didn't support or agree with everything George W. Bush did in his term as Presidency. But I do respect him as a man. I believe that he is a good person, who loves our country and served it in the way he thought best. The same goes for Barrack Obama. President Obama may not have been who I thought was best to run this country. But I do believe he loves this nation and its people. I believe he is a good person, who will do what he believes our country needs. And although I might not fully agree with all he does, I will join our country in rallying around our new leader. President Obama is in my prayers.
Friday, January 2, 2009
Going Home from Home
First of all, Happy New Year. It kind of weirds me out that it's 2009 already. I don't feel that old! Last night was a blast though with my two best friends from home and then today I went and saw Bedtime Stories with my family. Highly recommend it. Wonderful movie.
So right now I'm taking a break from packing. Tomorrow at noon I'm heading out to home...from home. It's odd how when you're in college (at least to most of the people I know), you call both places home. And it's true. Twin Falls is my hometown. I love it here. I love my family. I love seeing the few friends that I actually see when I'm home. Last Christmas break I was ready to go back down to school after Christmas was over. Over the summer I hated being here in Twin Falls for the first 3 months I was here--from the middle of July onward it was great, but that's a different story. But you know, over Thanksgiving I felt like I didn't get enough time at home. Part of that I'm sure was I got to go back to finals. But now, as I'm leaving Twin after 2 weeks home for Christmas break, I feel like I've hardly been here. It hasn't been a week since Christmas. I wasn't home for a week before Christmas. I've been here maybe one week tops. But the calendar tells me two. And that classes start on Monday. So I need to go back down to Provo.
Provo. Which is also home. Yes, my family's not there. But I see my Grandma and cousins. I have dear friends who are basically family there. I love BYU and feel like I belong there. And I know and realize that I'll eventually get tired of just sitting at home because I'm an adult. I need a routine. I need to live on my own. I enjoy living on my own. And so Provo is my second home. Yes, it's not perfect all the time, and sometimes I wish I was in Twin, but at the same time, it goes the other way as well. I love the beauty of the mountains and campus down in Provo, but I also love the beauty of Twin Falls. The flat openness, the canyon, the temple spire rising up from anywhere in town. And then there's my dear, dear friends from home. Like Lindsey and Chip. I don't know how in the world I live without two of the people who are so alike me, but with enough differences to keep us all sane. The three of us think on the same wavelength, and my life just isn't the same without them.
Home is where the heart is. So my heart is split between two places, but I don't mind. So what if I say before I leave for Twin Falls "I'm going HOME!" and then when I leave for Provo, "I'm going Home!" I have two homes. They attract me at different times of the year. But right now, as I'm packing to go back to Provo, I really don't want to go back. I thought this break would be like last year and that after a week and a half I'd be wanting to go back. I just wish I could have another week at home. Home has changed since I was here over the summer--and lots of that is because I've changed a lot for the better. I'm not ready to get back to the work load of school and a job and an apartment. I want more time with my family. I want more time with Lindsey and Chip. I want more time to just breathe and sleep in my bed. I want more time with the pretty Idaho sky, and I want more time with my grand piano. But at the same time I really want to take my classes this semester. I'm really excited for my schedule. I'm excited to see friends I haven't seen in months who are home from Study Abroads and the ones I havne't seen in weeks since we left break. So in a sense I want to go to college-place, Provo-home. Just not quite yet. But alas. But not in a completely bad way. :)
Anyway, I must return to my suitcase now. I somehow need to stuff all my clothes into the suitcase and my laundry bag. That will be an adventure. Then I need to finish reading the lat 80 or so pages in the book Lindsey lent me so that I can give it back to her before I leave. So goodnight! See you in Provo!
So right now I'm taking a break from packing. Tomorrow at noon I'm heading out to home...from home. It's odd how when you're in college (at least to most of the people I know), you call both places home. And it's true. Twin Falls is my hometown. I love it here. I love my family. I love seeing the few friends that I actually see when I'm home. Last Christmas break I was ready to go back down to school after Christmas was over. Over the summer I hated being here in Twin Falls for the first 3 months I was here--from the middle of July onward it was great, but that's a different story. But you know, over Thanksgiving I felt like I didn't get enough time at home. Part of that I'm sure was I got to go back to finals. But now, as I'm leaving Twin after 2 weeks home for Christmas break, I feel like I've hardly been here. It hasn't been a week since Christmas. I wasn't home for a week before Christmas. I've been here maybe one week tops. But the calendar tells me two. And that classes start on Monday. So I need to go back down to Provo.
Provo. Which is also home. Yes, my family's not there. But I see my Grandma and cousins. I have dear friends who are basically family there. I love BYU and feel like I belong there. And I know and realize that I'll eventually get tired of just sitting at home because I'm an adult. I need a routine. I need to live on my own. I enjoy living on my own. And so Provo is my second home. Yes, it's not perfect all the time, and sometimes I wish I was in Twin, but at the same time, it goes the other way as well. I love the beauty of the mountains and campus down in Provo, but I also love the beauty of Twin Falls. The flat openness, the canyon, the temple spire rising up from anywhere in town. And then there's my dear, dear friends from home. Like Lindsey and Chip. I don't know how in the world I live without two of the people who are so alike me, but with enough differences to keep us all sane. The three of us think on the same wavelength, and my life just isn't the same without them.
Home is where the heart is. So my heart is split between two places, but I don't mind. So what if I say before I leave for Twin Falls "I'm going HOME!" and then when I leave for Provo, "I'm going Home!" I have two homes. They attract me at different times of the year. But right now, as I'm packing to go back to Provo, I really don't want to go back. I thought this break would be like last year and that after a week and a half I'd be wanting to go back. I just wish I could have another week at home. Home has changed since I was here over the summer--and lots of that is because I've changed a lot for the better. I'm not ready to get back to the work load of school and a job and an apartment. I want more time with my family. I want more time with Lindsey and Chip. I want more time to just breathe and sleep in my bed. I want more time with the pretty Idaho sky, and I want more time with my grand piano. But at the same time I really want to take my classes this semester. I'm really excited for my schedule. I'm excited to see friends I haven't seen in months who are home from Study Abroads and the ones I havne't seen in weeks since we left break. So in a sense I want to go to college-place, Provo-home. Just not quite yet. But alas. But not in a completely bad way. :)
Anyway, I must return to my suitcase now. I somehow need to stuff all my clothes into the suitcase and my laundry bag. That will be an adventure. Then I need to finish reading the lat 80 or so pages in the book Lindsey lent me so that I can give it back to her before I leave. So goodnight! See you in Provo!
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