Friday, December 31, 2010

2010: The End

It's been a good year, one of the best. But tomorrow, it's 2011, and this year will be out the door. This is the last blog post of 2010. It's gone by pretty fast. But here are just some thoughts I've been thinking:
  • It's very strange to go back to a place you already said goodbye to long before you ever expected to be back there. The experience messes with your mind and it feels like you're in some sort of time warp.
  • It's been two weeks since I've seen lots of special people in my life. I miss them.
  • Missionary clothes shopping is exhausting. But it is also finished, at least for me.
  • Tomorrow it is not only the year, but the month, that I become a missionary of the Lord. I AM SO EXCITED. And scared to death.
  • I thought it would be hard for 2010 to be better than 2009, but you know, I think that with a few exceptions this year blew last year out of the water. It was so much better than I ever dreamed. Spring term on was just about perfect. 
Bye, 2010! I've loved you, but next year will be even better. :)

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

A Curse Be Upon You

Well, you know, not YOU, exactly. More like the weather. I swear it hates me. It will go for weeks without snowing, not snow on Christmas, etc. All these times when snow would be enjoyed or at least just a minor inconvenience . . . nothing. But then, on the days when I have plans to travel or need to get to Provo, or to Twin Falls, it is always snowing and blowing, and roads may be closed and I can't go anywhere. Sigh. I just want to go get some mission clothes.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Once Upon a Dream

I love Disney songs. And good dreams. I just wish my dream could come true, like this one.

Friday, December 24, 2010

Merry Christmas

Love this song. My mom asked me tonight if I knew it, and it's actually been stuck in my head all day.

And this one is my absolute favorite Christmas song: "Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht." It's just everything true about the Christmas season.

Monday, December 20, 2010

I'm Tellin' You No Blarney

My mother has been telling us all that we need to get our act together so we can have the Christmas spirit in our house, because apparently it hasn't been feeling like Christmas. And I agree. It hasn't been feeling like Christmas. But tonight we were at the Tavaci Christmas concert watching Mike and Leah sing and Matt leans over to me and says, "I just realized why we don't have the Christmas spirit yet. We haven't listened to 'Christmas in Killarney.'" Naturally, we came home and listened to it. Straight way. And sang along, very loudly. In horribly fake Irish accents.

Also, I'm here to wish you a Merry Christmas from Regency 208. Keep the (Victorian-esque) Christmas Spirit, folks. Enjoy these pictures, and don't strangle Michele with a light-up star.
I miss these girls already
Merry Christmas! Love, 208

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Mixed Emotions

I am home.

The past just-over-24 hours have been some of the most up and down of my life. From extreme happiness to sadness to holding back tears to accomplishment to trying to be a comfort to elation and pleasure to frustration to impatience to bliss and contentment and happiness and then back to crying again.

I am just so tired and feeling very bittersweet right now.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Turn Around

Last night was the last night in my bed in 208.
This morning was the last time I woke up to NPR with Kate and then had fun times with her.
I am at my last work shift at HumRef.
I didn't get to see lots of people I wanted to.
The Provo Tabernacle burned.
I'm going to do poorly on my Women Studies' final.
Other personal things in the lives of friends.
Saying bye to roommates and friends.

BUT . . .
I'm going home to see my family.
I get to spend tonight and tomorrow morning with Spencer.
I get three weeks with some wonderful friends.
Almost being done with finals for 2 years. 
Freshman-reminiscent pranks on two freshman friends
All the things I've been blessed with that make leaving so hard to do sometimes.
I'm going on a mission to serve the Lord and His children in Russia!

Monday, December 13, 2010


I have actually wanted to post a lot recently. Stories about my wonderful roommates and other friends. Bemoanings about my Pearl of Great Price final and packing (the bane of my existence, packing is). Celebratory statements of finishing papers. Little snapshots from the past week. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to, but not because I've been so crazy busy, because you know me, I can usually find time to blog before bed most nights. Rather, it is in deep sorrow that I announce the passing of my trusty computer Fred.

RIP Fred
Although many times I got frustrated and mad at him, we shared many good times and he got me through a lot. I must have written hundreds of papers, both assigned and personal, on his keyboard, thousands of conversations via his webcam and his internet access. He taught me countless, probably-useless facts (also via the internets) and traveled many places--to Idaho, to California, and back to Provo-home again, and helped me Facebook and goof off and write on this very blog. We even had many dance parties together, and he stored my memories faithfully through both pictures and typed words. His favorite hobbies were, in fact, Facebook, blogging, and writing--especially literary analysis and personal essays. His passing, although expected to be in the near future, was sudden and inconvenient, although some miracle kept him here for an extra 30 minutes until after my last Women Studies paper was sent off, and he was able to fulfill that last duty admirably and punctually. Despite these admirable qualities, after this week and especially after January 12, Fred will not be much missed. He joins his original power cord and battery and his old friend Lisa's twinner computer, along with many other loved ones, in technology heaven. Fred is survived by his sister (Nameless Cell Phone), his owner (me), and the last week of the Fall 2010 semester. Funeral services will be held sometime over Christmas Break, after a few, last and feeble attempts at resuscitation are performed. Fred, may you rest in peace.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Home Stretch

I'm not stressed out. Should I be? Really, I have 2 small essays for Rick's class, and then one last class discussion? No big. Sociology? Walk in the Park. My Pearl of Great Price final (I just typed midterm--I does not feel like the end of the semester)? I know it will be difficult, but really, to be honest, I don't really care anymore. Women Studies? I'm in denial that it's really scheduled on Friday. Anyway, my point is, my most difficult class and really the only one I really cared about these past few weeks is all done. Finished. There will possibly be an extra credit opportunity if Dr. Siegfried can get us a copy of the Tempest, but really I wouldn't complain because a) extra credit in a class that I really want to do well in, and b) more importantly, doesn't this just look and sound BEAUTIFUL? Goodness, I love film--especially Shakespeare adaptations.
So I'm not stressed out about finals. What I am worrying about are the goodbyes that are coming up. I hate packing, and I hate goodbyes. So much. And since I'm not a missionary for another 34 days, I'm finding it really hard to say so many so soon. If I was leaving in a week, I'd be perfectly fine with it. But right now, when Russia seems really far away and it still doesn't feel like Christmas, I don't want to pack up my life and say farewell to my roommates, my friends, my coworkers and classmates. This semester has just flown by and it's hard to believe all that has happened since the beginning of Fall. So instead of thinking about all the long hugs and (probably) crying and not fun stuff that's going to happen in the next few weeks, I'll just focus on the now, and how happy these pictures make me.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Must Have Done Something Right

Lately I've just been thinking about how blessed I am. And how some of the blessings in my life are conflicting at the moment, but not, because they're all wonderful and right and good. Although sometimes things are difficult, I'm really so blessed.

On a somewhat-related note, I know that people care about me and all that, but it gets obnoxious when everyone and their dog asks the same question that's really none of their business. I usually don't mind, especially because I know it's because they care and they're interested in me and my life and whatnot, but there is a line. Random people in my home ward do not need to ask my mother the details of something that I don't even know the entire answer to. But I am glad they care, and although I sometimes wonder what I've gotten myself into, I'm very glad for both sides of the situation they ask about (more than I can put into words, actually).

That's all you get tonight, peeps. Sorry. Papers are a'beckoning.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

The Right Question

A few weeks ago in my Shakespeare and Film class we had a discussion about whether or not Romeo and Juliet's love was a virtue or a vice. (By the way, R&J is one of my new favorite plays. Beautiful. This was my 3rd time reading it for school, plus I saw a production in London, but I didn't really like it until this time around. Blame my life and Dr. Siegfried and Franco Zeffirelli and Jen). Anyway, I digress. Love. Virtue. Vice. We asked this question in that discussion. Is it possible to love too much?

Is it possible to care about someone too much?

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Еще один

I figured this one is appropriate since the movie takes place in Russia AND it's officially December now. 6 weeks from yesterday.

Я не говорю, что я в любви

I should be doing homework. But it's so hard to focus on homework right now.

Real situation: All this homework and finals stuff to do in the next 2 weeks, along with my Visa application, and then crazy busyness at home in Twin getting ready to leave.
Ideal situation: Being able to apparate between Provo and Twin and not having school or work so I can spend the next 6 weeks just having fun with the people I love and want to be around before I take off for the next 18 months. And then after the best 6 weeks ever, I go to the MTC and then Russia for the best 18 months ever.

So we're attempting to blend the two by procrastinating homework by listening to Disney songs on YouTube . . . in Russian, of course! And then going to Cocoa Bean with Kate tonight.

As a side note, although Russian/Russia holds my heart now, I will admit, German is still very dear to me. I miss speaking it. And I miss England, because part of me will always be there too.