tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36005016473053639702024-03-14T08:39:44.573-07:00Forever HopefulHopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17295773570354303065noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600501647305363970.post-49415014907987621682013-05-01T14:23:00.002-07:002013-05-01T14:23:55.723-07:00Linking my present to my future If you have not already heard (which would be veeeeeery odd if you know me at ALL) I'm going to Riverside, California on a church mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I will be gone for a year and a half! Which sounds like a long time if you think of it as 547 days. But if you think of it as --I'll be back Oct. 2014--- it's not so bad!<br />
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I am beyond stoked and anyone in my family (except my dog, who is still learning English) will tell you that I cannot wait! If you would like to hear of my happenings in the mission field, <a href="http://hopesmission.blogspot.com/">THIS</a> blog will contain weekly excerpts of my life written by yours truly. (although posted by my awesome mother who is also fantastic. )Once again, it will not be on the blog you are reading, it will be on <a href="http://hopesmission.blogspot.com/">THIS BLOG</a>. Not lifeforeverhopeful, but <a href="http://hopesmission.blogspot.com/">this new one!! </a>. click a link. any link. any link to <a href="http://hopesmission.blogspot.com/">http://hopesmission.blogspot.com/</a>. Seriously. Click <a href="http://hopesmission.blogspot.com/">here</a>. <br />
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Once I get back, I will post on this blog again, but for my temporary mission blog, I suggest you click one of the 347289375 links I have already given you :) <br />
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Also, if you want to know more about my church or what I believe, click <a href="http://www.mormon.org/">here</a><br />
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<a href="http://hopesmission.blogspot.com/">aaaaand one more link to my mission blog </a><br />
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I love you!<br />
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........................for now.Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17295773570354303065noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600501647305363970.post-60874931976452957762013-04-19T18:00:00.000-07:002013-04-20T14:14:18.645-07:00Too brain dead from studying to come up with a clever title. As you recall, I have already blogged about finals. Not this semester (as that would be superfluous) but you may notice that we've already kinda been down this road. --Here's a secret.--- I will never NOT blog about finals. Why, you ask? because<br />
If I'm talking about finals, it means I'm in the middle of finals.<br />
If I'm in the middle of finals it means I'm supposed to be studying.<br />
If I'm supposed to be studying, it means that I will look for any excuse to take a break.<br />
And this is the excuse.<br />
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What shall we discuss? As long as it has nothing to due with statistics, entrepreneurship or chemistry, it's free game! how about what it means to be a BYU freshman? Being a BYU freshman means:<br />
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1. Being on a first-name basis with ANYONE who works at a restaurant on campus<br />
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2. Eating at the cannon center<br />
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3. Fearing for your life on April fools day because you are surrounded by a hall full of mischievous freshman girls<br />
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4. Watching every disney movie ever made ever<br />
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5. Seriously contemplating filing a PDA petition<br />
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6. Studying outside when it's sunny<br />
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7. Having an infinite "oh, s/he's just a freshman" get-away-with-anything card<br />
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8. Getting a free mug on campus<br />
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9. Anyone you ever knew or ever knew of ever in your life getting a mission call<br />
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10. Getting a mission call <br />
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11. Sleeping way too much<br />
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12. Sleeping way too little<br />
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13. Freaking out when you figure out the person you sit next to is married<br />
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14. Freaking freaking out when they bring their baby to class<br />
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15. Getting the first wedding announcements from people your age and wanting to curl up in a corner and only eat hot pockets for the rest of your life<br />
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16. Avoiding saying you're a freshman at all costs<br />
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17. Watching waaaaay too much netflix<br />
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18. Getting friendly with the vending machines<br />
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19. People using you for your meal card<br />
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20. Meeting upperclassmen and trying to discretely hypnotize them into asking you out<br />
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21. Going to see a lot of local bands. Some good, some.....spirited<br />
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22. Crying with joy when you come home because there is real food.<br />
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23. The freshman 15.....<br />
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24......turning in the freshman 50<br />
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I'm sure there are more, but I've really procrastinated much too long. Here we go. (finally) <br />
<br />Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17295773570354303065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600501647305363970.post-50373128187315565842013-04-16T16:09:00.001-07:002013-04-16T16:11:45.502-07:00It's been a good run *disclaimer* I am writing this post because<br />
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1. my mother asked me to write this post<br />
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2. I really don't want to study for finals (it's amazing how productive you can be when you're avoiding a chemistry test)<br />
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3. I've been working on my farewell talk for a solid 2 hours and still have nothing to show for it.<br />
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Hello friends! The events that occur in this post actually happened last week, but my body was too fatigued to exert the approximately .01 calories it takes to type this out.<br />
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Flashback to last wednesday. It was my sister's birthday.<br />
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(Shout out to Liz who had her birthday on Wednesday and also doesn't read this blog!)<br />
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As per ush, we went out to dinner as a family to a veeeeeeeeeery Hope-approved restaurant that I totally forgot the name of. (Order the fish.) We talked about the reasons we love Liz, certain movie trailers for <i>Despicable Me 2,</i> and the fact that I ran 5.64 miles that day. And the fact that I ran 5.64 miles that day. And also my 5.64 mile run. (I was very enthusiastic about it.) Luckily, my family is my family and they listened to my braggart-y self for more minutes than it took me to actually run the run. They also teased me and I love them.<br />
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Then we had cake and my run didn't matter anymore.<br />
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The next day I was so stoked about the last day's run that I decided to do it again. I started running in a new direction, which meant that I had <b>no idea</b> how far I was running. I just sort of....didn't stop.<br />
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<u>Reasons why Hope didn't stop running</u><br />
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1. she has the "oh-it's just adding a liiiiiiiiittle bit by going up another street" mentality<br />
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2. she runs uphill first and therefore feels like she can run downhill forever (don't try to understand it, it doesn't make sense)<br />
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3. she is competitive to the point of betting with herself. (ex: I bet you a dollar you can't make it up that hill without stopping)<br />
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4. watching the mileage add up on mapmyrun.com after you've already run creates a feeling of euphoria second only to winning ten million dollars.<br />
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Also,<br />
*******The Next piece of information may NEVER be held against me*******<br />
on the way back home, she remembered how close two of the guys she kind-of-sort-has-a-crush-on live. so she took a quick detour to their apartment (they live like next door to each other) and it added a good mile to her tally. <br />
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Hey. I'm just a girl.<br />
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anyways, when I came home and mapped-my-run it turned out to be (hold your streamers and confetti at the ready) <br />
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9.61 miles.<br />
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whoop<br />
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except I was really disappointed that I didn't make it to 10. Also, I remembered that it was my mom's birthday (she's a suuuuuuuuuuuper awesome-opposum marathon veteran runner) and that I hadn't gotten her a gift. so I decided to take my jelly legs back outside, and run two times around the track for a total of 10.11 miles. happy birthday, mom.<br />
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I'd love to spend time reflecting on this accomplishment but.....I gotta run!<br />
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<br />Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17295773570354303065noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600501647305363970.post-48328681190222338592013-04-01T11:35:00.001-07:002013-04-01T11:35:06.475-07:00Testing happiness Picture your happy place. <div>
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Where is it? Disneyland? Palm Springs? Florida? Well mine is the BYU testing Center. </div>
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Wait, wait, wait, please don't think that it's because I love taking tests (because believe me, I do NOT) nor is it the endless line to get a bubble sheet, or the random coughs throughout the room that foreshadow a sickness in your very near future. No. For this venue to achieve the status of "happy place" you must first abandon the regular downstairs room that seats about 5 million, and make the wonderful trudge to the upstairs music room. </div>
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this beautiful little brainchild of some music-loving faculty member long ago is an intimate little room with about 40 desks, and it is always playing wordless music for you to enjoy whilst bubbling answers. (yes, that would be a run-on sentence, but I won't fix it because I'm feeling rebellious today) </div>
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While this is a wonderful thing, what truly makes this bump disneyland down to the 2nd happiest place on earth is the seat. THE seat. It's a seat right nest to the window, and it is what dreams are made of. I try to go start taking my tests about 5:00 PM so that you can see the beautiful collegic landscape transition from late afternoon to sunset to dusk (these tests are long.) It forces you to contemplate the whole university experience as little inch-sized students bustle in and out of your third story picture frame. </div>
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I mean, whenever you are contemplating which is MORE correct A, C, or F, it helps to glimpse a little piece of someone's day. walking out of the testing center, sitting under a tree studying, holding hands with a new beau, they're just quick snapshots that reminds you that there's more to life than getting 96.7% on your statistics test. that there's in fact more to life than even life. </div>
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so while the thrill of the matterhorn may entice some, and relaxing on a beach is paradise to others, give me a stuffy little room with crackling mozart in the background, and you've got yourself one happy girl. </div>
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Go be awesome!Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17295773570354303065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600501647305363970.post-85568971389765276562013-03-18T16:55:00.004-07:002013-03-18T16:55:57.574-07:00THNGVBD Who has read this book?<br />
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If you have not read this book, then I am sorry to say that you are not literarily cultured. EVERY child/adult/mammal/amphibian should read <b>Alexandar and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.</b><br />
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.....you see where this is going.<br />
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I am about to pitch you the idea for a sequel: <b>Hope and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. </b><br />
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Alexandar's book starts out "I went to sleep with gum in my mouth, and now there's gum in my hair."<br />
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well.<br />
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I did NOT go to sleep with gum in my mouth and wake up with gum in my hair. In fact, I did not go to sleep at ALL!!!!! this may not seem like a big deal, but let the record show that I have NEVER pulled an all nighter before.....and apparently it makes me CAPS HAPPY because as I'm looking back at my post thus far there are a TON of caps.<br />
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anyways, I didn't go to sleep because I had to study for this craaaaaaaaaazy chemistry test that I took at 10 in the morning. I downloaded the review sheet, read about 40 pages of dense, molecule-infused nonsense, and took meticulus notes on everything in the review packet. I didn't even take<br />
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unless they were 2 hours apart from each other and lasted the length of a taylor swift song. which reminds me. I found this little beauty<br />
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whaaaaaaaaaaa? did two nine year olds just go on my dream date? yes.<br />
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so anyways, I went to go take my test, and........I knew NOTHING!!!! seriously! the review had (and I'm being literal) ONE questions that had to do with ANYTHING on the review sheet! the rest was Greek! and not the multiple choice Greek!<br />
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I missed <b>one</b> day of class last week due to illness and BAM! apparently that was the only class we needed to attend for this test or something crazy like that.<br />
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on the upside, if you ever want to chat tropinone synthesis, i'm available.<br />
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so after I failed that test, I went to get lunch and they told me that they were all out of my fave soup! So I took my second fave soup home to take a nap when I realized.....I was locked out!<br />
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PICTURE: a sleepy, may-or-may-not-have-showered college freshman eating soup on the floor next to her locked door.<br />
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it gets better.<br />
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So i have to go to class.......until 5:00PM! Atfter which I go to the CANC to get a spare key. lo and behold<br />
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wait for it<br />
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my roommate has checked out the spare key and won't be coming home until late tonight!<br />
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thus began my quest to find my R.A. (not home) and subsequently must hunt down ANY RA in my building.<br />
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which leads us to me. blogging. staying awake until 7:00 because of a group project. that's 32 hours people. thirty-two hou-rs.<br />
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in the words of Alexandar the wise:<br />
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"I think I'll move to Australia. "<br />
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so instead I decide to make a list of 60 things that I lalalove!<br />
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1. water bottles that have cold water<br />
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2. when you have a scrubby-dub-dub clean room<br />
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3.people with funny laughs<br />
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4. Those chips that are the PERFECT shape for salsa dipping<br />
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5. realizing that your assignment isn't due for another week<br />
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6. going to bed early<br />
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7. being just the right temperature<br />
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8. people who have an E in their first name<br />
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9. the day after laundry day<br />
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10. when you hear a Birtish phrase ("my bird's cute") on campus<br />
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11. when you get to watch a new episode of your most fav-a-lave show<br />
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12. really soft tissues that make your nose happy<br />
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13. when babies don't spit up on you<br />
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14. when you find a new favorite band and you're not sick of their songs yet<br />
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15. when you think you have no more clean socks but you find some in the veeeeery back of the bureau<br />
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16. the word "bureau"<br />
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17. when my crushy texts me first<br />
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18. the smell of warm (enter favorite baked good here) wafting from the oven<br />
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19. the cannon center the cannon center the cannon center.<br />
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20. when you're super hungry and remember that you have a treat in the fridge<br />
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21. when you talk to someone right after you brush your teeth<br />
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22. when you see your grandparents<br />
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23. when you pull off a wink super smoothly<br />
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24. when you get an A on a paper<br />
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25. clipping your nails just the right length<br />
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26. when you see someone that you haven't seen in way too long<br />
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27. not having food in your teeth<br />
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28. when you remembered to get napkins!<br />
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29. when you eat a perfectly ripe berry (yummeh!)<br />
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30. when you see a really inspirational video<br />
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31. a good find at the D.I.<br />
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32. cuddles/snuggles<br />
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33. snuggles/cuddles<br />
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34. when you have extra credit in a class at the beginning of the semester so it says you have over<br />
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35. when someone uses "whom" correctly<br />
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36. dancing like a crazy person<br />
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37. spring in provo!!!<br />
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38. puppy. any puppy. ever.<br />
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39. getting the perfect milk to cereal ratio<br />
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40. daily odd compliments<br />
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41. laughing hysterically<br />
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42. apps and zerts<br />
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43. people with accents<br />
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44. finding a new place to study<br />
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45. running!<br />
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46. people who will run/play tennis/ swim/ basically any exercise-ical activity with you<br />
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47. attractive people making ugly faces<br />
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48. someone brushing your hair....... seriously.<br />
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49. giving foot rubs to peoples I loves<br />
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50. well dressed peers<br />
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51. finding other people who don't own iPhones (prehistorics unite!) <br />
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52. when blogger autocorrects iphones to iPhones and you realize that this world is crazy-techno<br />
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53. watching on old favorite movie<br />
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54. any excuse to say the word "gumbo"<br />
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55. soup in a bread bowl<br />
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56. cooking for people<br />
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57. phone calls from people I lalalove<br />
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58. people who look good in hats<br />
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59. when you eat something messy and don't spill<br />
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60. the fact that my phone has a "shnooz" button instead of a "snooze" button<br />
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and of course you.<br />
<br />Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17295773570354303065noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600501647305363970.post-92098231398463232962013-03-03T22:32:00.001-08:002013-03-03T22:32:14.938-08:00Hope and Love I know, I know, I've been lackin' and slacken' on the blog. This is because my life is CRAAAAAZY right now. well....more crazy than usual. And I can never bring myself to sit down and tell you all of the Hope Haps. (happenings of Hope.)<br />
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But do I have a story for you!<br />
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This happened pre-Valentines' day. So let's all pretend that it's February 10th.<br />
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(cool time travel noises)<br />
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February 10th:<br />
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Pop Quiz: Hope was feeling <br />
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A. Sad<br />
B. Discouraged<br />
C. Forgotten<br />
D. Rejected<br />
E. Alone<br />
F. All of the above<br />
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about valentine's day.<br />
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(the correct answer is F) because everyone and their dog has "that special someone."<br />
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I know this because I watched 101 Dalmatians, where LITERALLY everyone and their DOG has a special someone....And my special someone was my meal card.<br />
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Anyways. I was meandering the Wilk with my special someone (meal card) and I decided to check out the downstairs, since I've never really Indiana-Jones-Level explored it.<br />
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Whilst walking around, something caught my eye mid-meander. It was a glorious, glorious bulletin board with subcategories such as BOYS, GIRLS, HOUSING, JOBS etc. It's basically just a place for people to put 3X5 cards that read<br />
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"size 6 Wedding dress for sale! beaded bodice, temple appropriate, only worn once!" (duh) "please contact 555-968-2847"<br />
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Well. Being the me that I am, I thought that the single people of BYU would get a kick out of it if I........<br />
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advertised for a valentine.<br />
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I fished around in my backpack for a 3X5 card (which I miraculously found) and under the MEN category wrote:<br />
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Just in case you can't read it, it says:<br />
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"Looking for a Valentine! Please respond before February 14 2013 Looking for a fun, sweet, intelligent, funny male. Please call (my phone number)"<br />
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Oh yes.<br />
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Please note: that I did NOT include my name OR area code. In fact, I debated for a good 5 minutes whether or not I should put any number or all, but in the end, it seemed way funnier with the number.<br />
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Also note: I did not actually expect any responses. but later that night.....<br />
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ring ring.<br />
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ME: Hello?<br />
MYSTERY PERSON: Hello, I found your card in the Wilk.<br />
ME: Oh yeah?<br />
MYSTERY PERSON: so have you found a Valentine yet?<br />
ME:haha nope<br />
MYSTERY PERSON: well would you like to go out on tuesday?<br />
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The rest is history, but here's a recap: He was super nice, and he gave me a box of chocolates since technically we were valentines. bwa ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!<br />
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So in sum: while it wasn't actually on valentine's day, he technically got a mail-order valentine.<br />
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my life is so fun! especially when it gets val-entwined with a good laugh.<br />
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(also, the offer still stands. Anyone? Anyone?)<br />
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<br />Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17295773570354303065noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600501647305363970.post-129513090570392962013-02-13T16:49:00.002-08:002013-02-13T16:50:02.481-08:00V-day = D-day <br />
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<b>you've heard of the circle of life, right? well this is my cycle of love. </b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #990000;">car</span><span style="color: #990000;">nations are ruby,</span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><b>grasslands are green</b></span></div>
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<b>That is the cutest guy</b></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138;"><b>Freesia are orange,</b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #674ea7; color: white;"><b>Edielweiss: white,</b></span></div>
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<b>he called me and asked me</b></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>carnations are crimson </b></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #f4cccc;">Dog rose is pink</span> </b></div>
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<b>I like him he's perfect for me </b></div>
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<span style="color: #93c47d;"><b>Cypress is jade</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999;"><b>cosmos is coral </b></span></div>
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<b>he bought me some flowers</b></div>
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<b>from on-campus floral </b></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><b>Dead daisies: brown</b></span></div>
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<b>now he avoids me </b></div>
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<span style="color: #b6d7a8;"><b>leaves are chartreuse </b></span></div>
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<b>he likes someone else</b></div>
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<b>what a "star-bellied sneech" </b></div>
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<span style="color: #ffd966;"><b>her hair is blonde,</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><b>mine is brunette </b></span></div>
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<b>i'm nineteen years old</b></div>
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<b>can I just give up yet? </b></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>roses are red</b></span></div>
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<b>if I'm waiting for you. </b> </div>
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p.s. when google-ing names of colors to use, i found one called "st Patrick's blue"..........um.......? </div>
Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17295773570354303065noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600501647305363970.post-2977145825467534452013-02-04T18:51:00.003-08:002013-02-04T20:11:31.684-08:00Stockings, Stalking, and Vegetable stalks <span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Stockings: </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Tights, leggings, susies, whatever you call 'em, it's stocking weather! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">(note: the exclamation point at the end of the previous sentence was to incite frustration, not excitement. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I see how you could have been confused.)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Don't get me wrong, It's not that I don't like wearing tights, they're just not my favorite. But I LOVE wearing skirts. And what do you wear with skirts in 20 degree weather? Tights. It wouldn't be so bad if I had some nice stripes, colors, or polka-dotties,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><img height="134" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpoARc_IHpna1HB3EjVtHN6X1YsWvkNum7onolOZgUzYYZ0KqanEoRS8gf1HYoKE4KcOES_OI88i7fF4nQ22ETtxr6ozoqEIXT4gmtbzdlPlXyXB-S183agYY9h2XSC7OeYIB2uGAZ1E4/s200/Nov+10+-+Colored+tights.jpg" width="200" /> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">but here is a quick tally of the number of tights I own and their respective colors:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">grey: 3 </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">all other colors: 0</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">So apparently with all of my grey outfits I will be impersonating a rain-cloud for the next few months until this crazy state indicates proper SunU weather (Sunny Utah)</span><br />
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(oh wait. Sh'e kind of adorable........alright, I guess this is OK)<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;">Stalking: </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">No, no I'm not talking about the </span><img height="112" src="http://rack.0.mshcdn.com/media/ZgkyMDEyLzEyLzA0LzBiL2hvd3RvcHJldmVuLmNhZS5qcGcKcAl0aHVtYgk5NTB4NTM0IwplCWpwZw/a59aacf4/28b/how-to-prevent-and-report-online-stalking-19a3e73c62.jpg" width="200" /><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> kind of stalking. I'm talking about the CIA-should-hire-19-year-old-girls-to-stalk-because-they-are-THAT-good stalking. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">This is really no better than regular stalking, except that it gives me some small degree of dignity that I'm not hiding out in bushes with my face painted green for camouflage. This is sophista-stalking. </span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In fact, my home teacher came over to teach yesterday, and just ended up stalking my friends on Facebook. (good work, home teacher.) </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">ok, ok, before you get too worried about me, please note that it's basically just looking at people's Facebook profiles, which is all <b><i>technically</i></b> public information. </span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'm just crazy glad that I actually have my own computer this semester, and don't have to resort to face-booking on the public computers </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">("oh....er.......hey Taylor, I was just...........er.........on your Facebook because I had to uh..........................................Looks like you had fun in Hawaii." (uncomfortable silence) "well this is awkward." </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;">Vegetable stalks. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The Vegetable. A rare species that is infrequently (if ever) found in the places to which my meal card subscribes. Which is oh-so unfortunate for a girl who is trying to be a healthier eater. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">so basically this is my SOS (send over spinach) plea to the creators of cougar-eat, cannon center, legends grille.......and basically everywhere else I can eat with my monopoly money. I just have four quick messages for BYU management: </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">1. despite the homophone, chicken STOCK is not STALK. and therefore not a vegetable. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">2.french fries aren't vegetables either. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">3. carrot cake: also not a vegetable. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">4. cherry chocolate ice cream? technically not a fruit.....but I love it, so no complaints from this girl! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">So basically, this semester is turning out to be a crazy one. But hey, I'm not putting much <b>stock</b> into bad moods these days. </span>Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17295773570354303065noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600501647305363970.post-2385235590882572002013-01-27T16:16:00.002-08:002013-01-27T16:16:17.696-08:00The seven habits of highly Hope-ful people. You may or may not have been to your public library lately. If you have, you may or may not have been to the self-help section. While there, you may or may not have come across a very famous book entitled<br />
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No, no, no I know what you're thinking. Don't worry, I'm not going to motivate you. I'm going to let you sit right there and stare blankly at the computer screen, barely taking in anything I'm saying, wondering what's for dinner tomorrow. (what IS for dinner tomorrow?)<br />
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The reason I bring this up is because I would like to share with you the Seven Habits of Highly Hope-ful People.<br />
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Please do not confuse this with "the Seven Habits of Highly hopeful People." The two are very different. The habits listed below will probably not make you any more hopeful than you already are. they WILL however, make you more like Hope, because they are the weird habits I can't seem to kick.<br />
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If you would like to be more Hope-ful, follow these simple habits.<br />
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1. Go to bed at 11:00. If you can't fall asleep until 3:00, sneak downstairs into the music practice room and do 100 jumping jacks. Then jump all the way up the stairs. If you're not tired now, repeat at 4:30<br />
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2.Whenever you're in the almost-always-empty-stairway, belt out all the lyrics you can remember from Les Miserables. try to make showstopping renditions of "I dreamed a dream" and "on my own.".......I haven't really figured out if people can hear me yet, but if they can, I hope they're getting a great ab workout from laughing<br />
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3. don't throw anything away. ever. you never know when you might need that pair of flowery shoelaces that you haven't worn for 4 years. And that piece of ribbon used to tie your birthday present from the guy you liked freshman year is part of a great memory!........you get the point. It's getting pretty bad, I'm starting to feel sentimental toward my gum wrappers. So if you want to become more hopeful, we can all be on the next edition of "hoarders" together.<br />
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4. find a song/band/album that you really love and listen to them nonstop until you hate them. here's a little starter kit for you (my current favorite song)<br />
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repeat 847 times.<br />
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5. talk to yourself while you're walking to class. Don't be turned off by the weird looks you get from normal people who aren't nearly a Hope-ful as you.<br />
TIP: when you're not talking to yourself, narrate the conversation in your head with exaggerated facial expressions. then laugh out loud when you realize what you're doing.....seriously, I do this ALL the time<br />
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6. When someone upsets you, write 7 limericks to them. by that time, it just seems funny because you realize you have to rhyme "scummy" with "tummy."<br />
EX:<br />
my morning was 'specially scummy<br />
cause I was cut off by a dummy<br />
and as I drove off<br />
well I tried not to scoff <br />
at his big purple alien tummy.<br />
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doesn't that just put a little spring in your step?<br />
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7. Eat ice cream whenever possible. even in the cold. in the snow. at night. when you feel like you're living in an igloo located in the middle of a frozen arctic tundra......it's always a good time for ice cream.<br />
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*please consult with your physician before attempting any of the aforementioned ideas as they can cause loss of friends, decreased hearing, insomnia, obesity, tone-deafness, and or solitude. <br />
<br />Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17295773570354303065noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600501647305363970.post-52089843720200857582013-01-14T17:06:00.003-08:002013-01-14T17:06:46.808-08:00class. security. Have you ever found yourself muttering "I wonder where that is.........i could have sworn..........just a second ago........?"<br />
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have you ever found yourself muttering that about a CLASS? I have.<br />
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How do you misplace an entire class, you ask? Well now, I don't know. the class seems to have misplaced <b>me.</b><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Clarification:</b></span> I am #1 on the wait-list for my Civilization 2 class. This means that I can probably get into the class (via add-code), but as I am not <b>technically</b> in it yet, I don't receive updates or emails by the teacher. This makes things very difficult when a certain professor apparently has room-consistency anxiety.<br />
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It all started out like this.<br />
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(aforementioned class is held on Monday, Wednesday, Friday)<br />
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LAST MONDAY:<br />
I was like number 6 on the wait list, and debating adding a different class, so I didn't attend this one. Big mistake.<br />
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LAST WEDNESDAY:<br />
I went to the room designated by the online syllabus and (drum-roll if you will).....no one was there. Unless of course, the entire class dropped......including the teacher.<br />
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LAST THURSDAY:<br />
I emailed the teacher and told her what happened. she then informed me that we had a room change (which would have been helpful to know, but until I'm in the class, I won't get her emails)<br />
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TODAY: (Monday again) I went to the aforementioned changed classroom and (secondary drum-roll) No one was there. again.<br />
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I'm beginning to think that "civilization two" is a code name for the espionage course, and as part of the curriculum we have to<br />
1. find out that we're in fact enrolled in "how to spy 101"<br />
2. find the relocated meeting place every class time<br />
3. bribe/threaten/worm our ways off the wait list and into the actual course (for negotiating practice) and<br />
4. tag our teacher with a tracker so that we know her exact whereabouts at all times.<br />
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Sounds like a fun class, but I don't know if it's worth the 3 measly credits it offers.<br />
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On a completely unrelated, and much less frustrating note----<br />
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So since I couldn't find my class, I went to the library (what else are you supposed to do at 9:00 A.M?) and saw, to my surprise, that there were 6 "Caution, Wet Floor signs" decorating the beloved tile floorway.<br />
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This wouldn't have caught my attention except that the floors were completely dry. As i had about 2 hours to kill, I proceeded to one of the two security guards to inquire about the strange occurrence I waited patiently while he talked on his phone, but instead of finishing his conversation, he just held his hand over the receiver and said "can I help you?" Thinking it was a bit rude to whoever he was on the phone with (since he didn't say "i have someone here, can I put you on hold?" or anything like that) I said "so these wet floor signs---"<br />
"------the ceiling doesn't leak" he interrupted.<br />
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o.....k...... "Oh i assumed as much, I was just wondering why they are here if the floor isn't wet." He shrugged. " Oh I think it's just in case." In case of what I never found out. for at that point I saw the security guard, about 50 feet away holding his hand on the receiver of HIS phone, looking expectantly at the guard I was talking to.<br />
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"are you........" I looked back and forth "talking to each other?" my security guard smiled "yes."<br />
"Oh. are you just bored?"<br />
"no" his face turned serious "there was a serious incident this morning." I looked between them one last time and proceeded promptly out the door. <br />
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All i can say is that between my espionage class, two security guards calling each other on the phone from 50 feet away, and the mysteriously unwarranted "Wet Floor Signs" there has been a lot of secrecy going on in these parts...........<br />
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And that anyone who was involved in the "serious incident" at the library this morning deserves to get away with whatever it was, due to the sheer time he or she would have woken up to do so.<br />
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That's what I call a quality hoodlum. Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17295773570354303065noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600501647305363970.post-24986271386572157912012-12-29T16:19:00.004-08:002012-12-29T16:19:50.657-08:00Oprah.....er i mean Hope's favorite things! (2012 edition) For those of you who do not watch Oprah (me being one of those), I will give you a little background. At the end of every Year, (don't quote me on this, she might not still do it) Oprah spends a whole show giving away her favorite things of that year to every single audience member. If you want a little taste of what it's like here ya go.<br />
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yes. If you are rich enough, you can make grown men cry at will.<br />
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So it's time for (drumroll please)<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #ea9999;">Hope's Favorite Things!!!!!!!</span> </span></span></div>
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*note: I will not actually give you any of these things, but I WILL give you a digital picture as a speacial treat for your eyes.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #ea9999;">Favorite thing of 2012 #1:</span> </b><br />
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Turkey Bacon club on Sourdough bread with no Mayonnaise from the Blue Line Deli at BYU! <br />
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How many omnivores do we have out there? Then you'll love this Hope-modified Blue Line classic! By far the most ordered sandwich at BYU, with reduced fat thanks to the exclusion of mayo! AND I can pay for it with my meal card so it's super convenient! Come down to BYU, and I may ACTAULLY buy you this favorite thing (due to the fact that I have to spend a certain quota by the end of the sememster) <br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999;"><b>Favorite thing of 2012 #2: </b></span><br />
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How many times has this happened to YOU? you're sitting in your dorm room at 10:45 P.M. thinking all you're homework's done when you realalize "Ah! I have to write a paper/ check my email/ submit my response on digital dialoge/ other school related activity that can only be compleated online?" Which is when you remember that your parents aren't letting you have a computer this semster.<br />
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Well. Have no fear. You MAY think that you have to walk all the way to the library (15 min. ) when in fact, you can zip on over to the tanner building computer lab! (9 min)!!! this is why my second favorite thing of 2012 is<br />
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The Tanner Building Computer Lab! <br />
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<img alt="The Tanner Experience" height="233" src="http://images.businessweek.com/ss/09/07/0728_byu_school_tour/image/tanneratrium2.jpg" width="400" /><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999;"><b>Favorite thing of 2012 #3: </b></span><br />
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Tuacan's productions of Hairspray and Aladdin! <br />
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Sorry, you're too late to see them, but rest assured they were FANTASTIC!<br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999;"><b>Favorite thing of 2012 #4 </b></span><br />
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This one came early in the year. January 6th in fact!<br />
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Manicure/pedicures!!!!<br />
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Want a relaxing, luxurious, typically nice-smelling afternoon in your choice of color? I strongly recommend a mani-pedi to get the job done! <br />
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Although I may not recommend going with me, as I laugh loudly when anyone touches my toes. <br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999;"><b>Favorite Thing of 2012 #5</b></span><br />
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Heritage tours! <br />
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A 3 week trip from Utah to New York and Back. You stop at all the church history sights, spend about 8 hours on a bus (per day), and have the time of your life (with the best people you'll ever meet!) strongly recommended for graduated high school seniors<br />
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<b><span style="color: #ea9999;">Favorite Thing of 2012 #6 </span></b><br />
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NEW BABY NEPHEWS!!<br />
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I'm sorry, but these cannot typically be purchased at local convenience stores. they're a very rare, and very costly gift. Fortunately for me, I don't care If I have to change a few diapers because they're so dang cute! <br />
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Need I say more?<br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999;"><b>Favorite thing of 2012 #7 </b></span><br />
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New York, New York<br />
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Strongly recommended. Will live there someday<br />
Broadway play Spiderman....Also highly recommended <br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999;"><b>Favorite thing of 2012 #8 </b></span><br />
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Graduating from High School.<br />
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Not that I didn't love High School. In fact, I ADORED high school (for the most part), but it was a bitter sweet time to move on. I recommend this, but only one per lifetime.<br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999;"><b>Favorite thing of 2012 #9 </b></span><br />
Starting College!<br />
love love love love love love college.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #ea9999;">Favorite thing of 2012 #10: </span></b><br />
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Always the best.<br />
At the Top of my List.<br />
with a hip hip hooray, and a shish boom bah.<br />
My friends and family.<br />
Old and new, young and wrinkly, bald or flowy blue hair, I LOVE them, and if Oprah knew them, they would be her favorite things too.<br />
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Happy new year! <br />
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Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17295773570354303065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600501647305363970.post-41070152124948123282012-12-20T13:38:00.000-08:002012-12-20T18:21:01.221-08:00What's up, Doc? The deed is done.<br />
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I was overwhelMED with what seeMED like an unwelcoMED obligation. But now, the DOCumentation is done. I may not have been DOCile, but I was taMED.<br />
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Explanation: I'm putting in my papers to go on a mission for the Mormon church, and part of that process requires that I get a doctor to sign off on a bunch of things to basically state I am healthy. It should be one question with two check boxes, right? <br />
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HEALTHY Yes ___ No__ <br />
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But instead, it consists of a bunch of words that I may or may not understand, and most <span style="font-size: large;"><b>definitely</b></span> can't pronounce. <br />
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Quick Question: when was the last time you had your amylace tested?<br />
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You get the picture. So here's the story.<br />
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CHAPTER 1 </div>
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Urine Luck </div>
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Upon arrival (well... like 40 minutes after my arrival, when they actually brought me to the doctor) They asked me if I could give them a urine sample. As I had <b>just </b>gone to the bathroom, I then proceeded to drink about four tons of water from the tap via little paper cups that hold up for 1.5 uses.....water starts to kind of taste bad after a while <br />
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CHAPTER 2</div>
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Weight For Me</div>
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I'm not sure how this slipped through the cracks of my blog subjects, but I have recently finished an intense three week food cleanse. Bottom line, "cleanse" is not "diet" and my doctor rounded my weight UP on the missionary sheet.<br />
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CHAPTER 3 </div>
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Taking Shots.....Mormon Style </div>
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You know that you're in for a treat when the person giving you shots is less than a month older than you are, and keeps dropping the needle. How did I know how old she was? It was her birthday today. Granted, I should cut her some birthday slack, but it still made me a little antsy that it took her 40 seconds to successfully open a band-aid. She gave me a flu shot, and TB test (yes, this requires a needle) that I have to get read in 48-72 hours (so if you happen to be a doctor.....) I'm not really sure if she did it right, but until my arm goes numb and develops a weird bump I'm going to assume yes. The main complaint was that there were no colored band-aids. Shot-giving blasphemy.<br />
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CHAPTER 4 </div>
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a faint smell of blood </div>
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Now we're getting to the good stuff. AFTER I had gotten two needles poked into me that I didn't expect, I was informed that I would have to get my blood drawn. <br />
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This was not a happy moment.<br />
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I went obediently down to the chamber of horror, which was cleverly disguised as a health lab. The masquerade went so far as to dare to play Christmas music in the waiting room.What kind of sick (no pun intended) place was this?<br />
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When my name was called and I entered the room of doom, I saw the nurse. <br />
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Real conversation between HOPE and NURSE<br />
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NURSE: Hello! I'm the one who's going to draw you today<br />
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HOPE: Are you a good artist?<br />
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NURSE: ????<br />
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I guess my humor is lost on people who make others cry for a living. Or maybe laughing makes veins constrict.<br />
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I kid, she was actually very pleasant. And when she couldn't find a vein, the girl she brought in to help her was equally pleasant. <br />
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Apparently, I have veins so small that they have to use a baby needle on me. and not baby as in "small" baby as in the same needle they use on actual babies. No wonder they cry so much, that thing takes <b>forever</b> to draw blood!<br />
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somewhere in this 40 minute---yes FORTY MINUTE endeavor, when they were poking around for a vein, I started to feel very woooooooooooosy, and my vision did a little of this<br />
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and I thought that I might <img alt="" class="rg_hi uh_hi" data-height="229" data-width="220" height="229" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSFUxQKuXJXkROjhzIFXJNmDEinzB6YqjwaKL-Prk4yXFzBtQrb" style="height: 229px; width: 220px;" width="220" /> but as there was no prince charming to catch me, I decided to tell them to take the needle out of my arm instead. which they promptly did, and then layed me down while I fought nausea.<br />
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When I was recovered, the second nurse tried again, trying to pin down my "roll-y veins" and when she finally finally got one, I made her tell me the story of her first kiss, which was actually quite funny. <br />
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And they all drove woozily ever homeward,<br />
Then End. <br />
<br />Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17295773570354303065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600501647305363970.post-56867412245864107182012-12-16T15:24:00.002-08:002012-12-16T15:24:37.923-08:00baby, baby, baby. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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JUST IN case you're wondering, this is what we do during Christmas break.<br />
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That is all. Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17295773570354303065noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600501647305363970.post-24744880507117485562012-12-09T23:26:00.003-08:002012-12-09T23:26:38.355-08:00Ways I procrastinate studying for finals......in limerick formH. Potter just sits on the shelf,<br />
I'm cringing, restraining myself. <br />
and try as I might<br />
I can't go the night<br />
without reading of Dobby the elf. <br />
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selections of fruit in a bowl.<br />
distract me from reaching my goal<br />
I eat nine or ten,<br />
neglecting me pen<br />
if I fail, I fail while full.<br />
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my nephews cry into the night<br />
and I'm trying my best to sleep tight<br />
But I'm never repelled<br />
when they need to be held.<br />
So I hope what i'm doing is right<br />
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watching a movie sounds fun<br />
but i know that i'm under the gun<br />
if it's christmas in theme,<br />
and my head's all a-dream<br />
can it hurt if I put in just one?<br />
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my room is quite messy it's true,<br />
but i can't waste my time sorting shoes,<br />
then again, can it hurt,<br />
if I vacuum up dirt ?<br />
it may kick my old studying blues.<br />
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too lazy to go for a jog<br />
but my brain is all up in a fog.<br />
I need to waste time<br />
so I'll think of some rhymes<br />
and then post it for views on my blog.<br />
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<br />Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17295773570354303065noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600501647305363970.post-42405600700403759072012-12-04T19:21:00.003-08:002012-12-04T19:21:37.584-08:00FINALly. It's the final countdown for the final finals.<br />
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well, not the FINAL final finals, as those will come years in the future, but rather the first final finals. finally.<br />
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Sadly, all of my teachers opted to do their jobs this year, and give finals that individually make me queasy, and cumulatively almost paralyze me.<br />
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Not only that, but I also have a few major papers due in addition to the finals. that's right. in <b>addition. </b>as in, "not subtraction but --------" <br />
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I thought that it would be nice of you to help me study for my tests, as I don't have a study buddy. you will? you're the best! O.k. here we go.<br />
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you're supposed to ask me the question, and I'll answer.<br />
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not feeling talkative? O.k. well how about this. how about instead we play........(cue the neon lights and obnoxious show host).......are you smarter than a college freshman?!? (applause) Alright round one:<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">social dance:</span><br />
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The "cuddle" is a move from which dance learned this semester?<br />
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1.foxtrot<br />
2. cha cha<br />
3. waltz<br />
4. swing<br />
5. none of the above. it's what you do when it's cold outside.<br />
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and the answer is........4!!!! yes, the cuddle is an actual dance move from the popular genre of swing!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Civilization 1 (aka the pen and the sword): </span><br />
mark the most correct answer<br />
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1. women should not be allowed in the military<br />
2. women should be allowed to sign up voluntarily for the draft, and to be on the front lines of war as long as they so desire and pass a skills and fitness test<br />
3. women should be allowed in the military but not in the draft<br />
4. women should make up 50% or more of the army, and fight on the front lines of war<br />
5. women are part magnetic, and attract bullets. therefore they should not be allowed to be in artillery combat<br />
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the answer for this one is (yes, there is a right answer)...........2! And i just spent the past two days writing a ten page paper supporting this.....ok, fine I suppose it's an opinion.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Social Sciences </span><br />
the most common place to randomly meet a lot of people is<br />
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1. the library<br />
2. your dorm lobby<br />
3. snooping about the upperclassmen housing<br />
4. the food lines at the Wilk<br />
5. false. because it hurts to walk in high heels.<br />
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the answer is..................5!.........O.k. actually it's four, but when I take tests at the testing center, I feel like that happens a lot with the multiple choice questions. they totally talk about something unrelated and then are correct. now days I just bubble in BEAD CAB BAD BED over and over again. surprisingly, I'm not doing too BAD.<br />
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o.k. enough trivia for today. so, are YOU smarter than a college freshman?<br />
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regardless of how you answered the questions, the answers is probably yes, because I, at least, am running on about 4 hours of sleep, and a lot of aca-dreneline. you know, that adrenaline rush that comes when finals arrive?<br />
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well, until next time, my scholarly chums, I'll be here if you need me. just decaying away at the same spot in the library.....<br />
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maybe slip me some food once in a while. or at least water my plant.<br />
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And also, I got a new phone so if you could text me your number that would be great (I have the same number, just a new phone)<br />
Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17295773570354303065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600501647305363970.post-47227891126364088582012-11-23T20:42:00.003-08:002012-11-24T16:18:26.713-08:00Back in Black I'm dreaming of a black friday<br />
When I can show off what I bought <br />
where the deals shine<br />
and shoppers whine<br />
'bout parking...way across the lot<br />
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I'm dreaming of black Friday<br />
with every credit card I swipe<br />
may your bags be heavy, not light<br />
and may all your purchases fit right.<br />
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Tis' the season. And I mean seasoning on apple pie. The holly is hung by the chimney with care, the radio station is playing twelve different renditions of "the twelve days of Christmas," and college students are raiding the D.I. for ugly Christmas sweaters.<br />
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Of course, to start the season off right, you must first get through black Friday successfully.<br />
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You're probably wondering......actually you're probably not wondering but I'm going to tell you anyway, what I think about black Friday starting on Thursday this year.<br />
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Blasphemy.<br />
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I'm going to go ahead and pretend like it started today because for me, it did.<br />
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Now, my parents did a first-rate job at protecting me from the world of black Friday. I must admit that I didn't know such a thing existed until about 2 years ago. This was probably in an effort to avoid 1:00 A.M. doorbusters with an enthusiastic shopper-daughter. Well played mom and dad.<br />
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But I have since realized that the early early morning is not the time to go anyway. Which brings us to our Black Friday tips.<br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">1. </span></span></span>Don't go for those "early bird specials." (unless, of course, you want electronics. In that case, you might as well spend thanksgiving camped out, honey.)---Go at a time when most of the crazies have come, raided, and left with a few "disturbing the peace" tickets. This means about 3:00 P.M.<br />
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YOU: what??? most of the goods will be gone by then<br />
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ME: Stores plan pretty well for Black Friday. I'm talking major stocking up. they have enough clothes to replace them regularly and By 3:00 the crazies have been escorted off the premises, the teenagers who stayed up all night are taking naps, and the 3-year old needs lunch, removing stroller-mom from the scene.<br />
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3:00 is prime time, my friends.<br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">2.</span></span> The mall. The mall is your best friend today, I promise. Too many other people try to go to individual stores. If the store doesn't have what they came for, they feel like they can't leave without buying something because it will feel like they wasted a lot of time to go to that specific store (which it did.) = fewer things for you at said store = mall is best option. <br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">3.</span></span> Let's try to avoid participating in this<br />
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let's try to show a little decorum, people. <br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">4.</span></span> avoiding the cart people.<br />
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you know the ones.<br />
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the ones who look like this<br />
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Yes, my friends, the unofficial holiday celebrating violence, selfishness, and buying for yourself when you promised to buy for others.<br />
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but if you're going to do it, do it right. Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17295773570354303065noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600501647305363970.post-26953713584671889132012-11-13T17:20:00.002-08:002012-11-13T17:23:12.524-08:00Hey baby, lets cuddle. Love is difficult thing.<br />
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Poets try to capture it in stanzas, directors in the course of a two hour movie, and writers fill volumes with definitions of love and what it encompasses. I have recently found myself learning the ways of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999; font-size: large;">true love</span>, and am about to add my contribution to the artistic society, by trying to capture it in one little blog post. Nay, a single question. </div>
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Would you be upset if the one you loved peed on you at 2 in the morning? </div>
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Who do I love that frequently spits milk and formula on my cute sweaters? someone very special indeed. two someones in fact. </div>
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So basically my nephews are my little cuddle bugs, which is rare because....well.......I'd say that I could count the number of boys I've ever cuddled with on one hand, but that would imply that there had been at least one. Not really sure how to feel about that whole situation. Must research farther. </div>
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On an unrelated topic, I have a new temptation. At the Tanner building cafe, there is a sign above the cash register that says "we accept all forms of payment." I am incredibly tempted to try and barter with something crazy like hair elastics. I find a million hair elastics on the ground at the BYU, and I'm sure that if I started picking them up, I would have more than enough to buy a turkey bacon club with no mayo. </div>
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Regardless of the explicit sign however, I'm 80% sure that they would just laugh nervously and clarify that it has to be a type of standardized money. Of course, I would just return with spanish pesos. If they specified American money then I would have to resort to using 930 pennies and so on. I guess weeks and weeks of tests/papers/quizzes has turned me into a little bit of a rebel. </div>
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I am about to tell you the secret that all college bachelors secretly wonder about. how to slyly cuddle with a girl.<br />
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Rewind to Saturday afternoon. Day date. <br />
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<b>Things you will need in order to slyly cuddle with a girl.</b><br />
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1. one Subaru<br />
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2. Four people besides you and your date<br />
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4. optional: two chickens.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Plan of attack:</b></span> carpool in the Subaru with the aforementioned friends. this will make a total of 6 people. Note: if you want to be the cuddler, do not drive, otherwise you and your date will occupy the front two seats. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Next move:</b></span> get in as the last couple, thus ensuring that the seat is helplessly squished, and that you need to put your arm around your date to "make more room." or "be more comfortable" or something to that effect. Note: The chickens are important in this plan, because with them occupying the rear of the car, there is no talk of "well someone can sit in the back to make more room...." <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Finally:</b></span> drive for a loooooooong time up a beautiful autumn canyon, ensuring significant cuddalige.<br />
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yes. this is a true story. Yes. there were chickens. two live chickens and two dead ones (rotisserie style)<br />
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inevitable question: Why were there two live chickens on this date?<br />
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Because we wanted to make the chickens cross the road of course!<br />
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we named them HENrietta and Alexis (not really sure where Alexis came from), and they were quite the life of the picnic. Once we got up to the scenic bench/outlook area, we took the chickens out of their box, and my date, who apparently knows how to tie a noose knot (he assures me that it was for boys scouts) knotted a makeshift leash around their feet.<br />
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The rest of the date was really fun, but unfortunately, and for future reference, Chickens will NOT cross the road. even if it's completely void of cars. They don't really like to be leashed-about, and will therefore likely poop on you if you try to lead them (luckily that wasn't my date.) Also, chickens will not hesitate to be cannibals if you accidentally drop some rotisserie style meat on the ground.<br />
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toward the end of the date, all of the guys were trying to figure out what to do with Henrietta and Alexis. There was talk of a mysterious farmer uncle, a animal activist mother, and the good ole' wild. Luckily the girls were dropped off before the final plans were made, I was going to follow up and ask what happened to our dear hen-ish friends, but I was too chicken.<br />
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Gone are the days of boys.<br />
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Here are the days of men.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Exhibit A. </span><br />
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I hadn't had anything to eat or drink in approximately 8 or so hours because I was trying to finish a major paper for one of my classes. I was almost finished when fate cued a certain boy to text me and ask if he could meet me at the library to study for a big test. In light of the fact that the test was the next morning I said "Of course" and waited by the computers.<br />
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On paper this doesn't sound like your typical damsel-in-distress situation, but let me reemphasize that I hadn't had ANYTHING to eat or drink for 8 hours.<br />
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When he arrived I started to get a Huge stomachache.<br />
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Note that it wasn't butterflies or anything cutesy-romantic like that, It was a <b><span style="font-size: large;">major</span></b> I-think-I-might-have-appendicitis-stomachache.<br />
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So this wonderful Gentleman asked me if I was feeling alright, and if he could do anything for me. I told him that I hadn't eaten in a long time, but that I wanted to study anyway because the test was tomorrow. He asked if I was sure yatta-yatta, and with the assurance that I was, he said o.k, but he had to go to the bathroom first. I laid my head on the table while he was gone, and when he came back, he had not gone to the bathroom but (drumroll please)<br />
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The rooftop ballroom story.<br />
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Once upon a time, it was an ordinary day in social dance. Class had just ended, and one of the nicest guys in my class came up and asked "have a lot of boys already asked to be your partner for the foxtrot test?" --------------I should probably mention that everyone gets to choose their partner, so a guy can dance with twenty girls who all want him as their partner, and dance with a twenty-first girl if he wants HER to be the partner he has for HIS test.--------------- Only one other boy had asked me to be his partner, so he asked if he could be my partner/ we could practice the next day/ 3:00 was good for me.<br />
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The the next day I met him at the WILK, but due to a lack of available floor space, we decided to practice......ON THE ROOF. No, your eyes are not deceiving you, We went up to a roof, turned on some Michael Buble/Bruno Mars and foxtrotted to our heart's content. <br />
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And he later got me involved at BYU/SA which meant free dance tickets, and they all lived happily ever after as dance partners for the rest of their days.<br />
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Extra Extra! Hot off the press! This happened TODAY.<br />
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I was standing in line at the Subway cart, contemplating the actual health facts of 9 grain honey oat bread, when a gentleman tapped me on the shoulder. -----background information : there is a subway express restaurant and a subway express CART, both of which offer the same food at the same price, but people for some reason think that the cart is less legitimate than the restaurant, and so the line is always shorter.----- and said "is there any difference between this line and (gesturing to the restaurant line) that one?"<br />
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ME: this one is shorter<br />
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HIM: but no other differences?<br />
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ME: the people in this line are smarter<br />
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HIM: sweet! I'm Michael by the way<br />
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ME: I'm Hope<br />
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MICHAEL: that's such a great name, where are you from?<br />
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ME: Salt Lake City. Not very exotic. where are you from?<br />
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MICHAEL: North Carolina<br />
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MICHAEL: so did you play any sports in High School<br />
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ME: tennis<br />
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MICHAEL: Really?? I've been wanting to play for so long, we should play sometime!<br />
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ME yeah, that sounds way fun!<br />
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MICHAEL: Can I have your number so that we can go hit?<br />
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MICHAEL: so where are you eating? would you like to come eat with me and my friends?<br />
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needless to say, I ate with him and all of his sophomore friends who are in a BAND called "the fellows", and one of them gave me a massage. (I know I know, but I figure he was really nice/attractive/funny, and you <b>don't</b> turn down a free massage)<br />
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So basically this guy "fellows"-shipped me into his group of friends regardless of the fact that I'm a freshman, and I'm going to their concert.<br />
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There are many more examples of Fresh-men down here at the Y, and I can't wait to meet others! The best part of all is that as I get older, I'm only going to meet sopho-MORE!!!! <br />
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The Tanner building. a.k.a the Business building at BYU.<br />
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so what business do I have going there? (sorry, couldn't resist)<br />
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Let's start at the very beginning (that's a very good place to start.) You walk in and the faint smell of chlorine jump-starts a memory of<br />
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3. the high school swimming pool where you either went to practice, or went to watch meets because the guy/girl you secretly liked was on the swim team.......(let's be honest. everyone was either ON the swim team or liked someone on it at one point. must be something in the chlorine.... )<br />
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Why does the business building smell faintly of chlorine you ask? because there are circular fountains on every floor!!!!!<br />
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Thinking of working out today? you can either go to the gym, go on a run, or walk up the tanner building stairs. seriously. pretty sure I get my cardio for the day just going up those babies.<br />
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Are you tired of going to the library only to find that all of the computers are taken? (pretend you are for a second) Well. there is a computer lab on the second floor of the Tanner building, and it always has open computers! it's quiet, it's not freshman infested, and you actually have cellphone reception!<br />
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not well dressed boys, not adequately dressed teens. well dressed men. men in suits, men in ties, men in BOWties, men in khakis, men in shiny shoes, men with briefcases, men with swoopy hair and festive sweater vests...... muchas guapos muchachos.<br />
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Granted, they're all 24, but it gives me hope that boys can eventually grow up to be well-dressed, polite, school-oriented citizens. (a claim I had been beginning to lose faith in.)<br />
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Friday was the dance. --scratch that. danceS. There was a 20's dance (formal) a 50's dance (semi-formal) and an 80's dance (casual.) as you can probably guess, I went to 50's dance. </div>
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Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17295773570354303065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600501647305363970.post-87105927786544459822012-10-02T17:20:00.001-07:002012-10-02T17:20:19.515-07:00sudokoo-coo criminal Here it is. a scandalizing peek into the third floor Taylor hall girl's bathroom.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">brace yourself. </span><br />
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O.k, o.k. it's not really that exciting. But it WAS the scene of a crime today.A crime against what, you ask? Humanity. the laws of nature. the very rules which govern our lives and keeps the rhythm of the universe in motion. that's right. Sudoku. <br />
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Let me qualify this statement with a little bitta background knowledge. Every week one of the hall advisers for the dorm makes a cutesy-wootsty "Taylor Toilet Reader." That lists the activities for the week, a spiritual quote, a comic strip, and a cross word or something. ----not to fear, my germ-conscious readers. They are safely slipped in and out of a paper protector that hangs on the door.<br />
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anyways.<br />
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This little reader is everyone's skim milk edition of the newspaper, and every Monday, girls can't wait to rush to the lavatory.<br />
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o.k. yes, an exaggeration, but I've really been feeling the no-comics blues lately.<br />
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So THIS week, instead of the 8 letter by 8 letter word search (the words are usually things like byu, week, class, and other lengthy nouns) there was a Sudoku puzzle.<br />
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let me rephrase that.<br />
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There was a Sudoku puzzle!!!!!!<br />
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but alas! what is this? some Taylor hall chick has filled it in?? unthinkable! First of all, who brings a pencil with them when they go to the bathroom? yuck. secondly, who completes 7/8ths of the puzzle and then leaves the remaining three squares blank? you couldn't figure out what the last three number were?!?!?!<br />
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as you can see, this had me very upset. So the next time I had to go to the bathroom, I went to a different stall, in a different hall and guess what? same thing! same penciled-in numbers! same three blank squares! what kind of sick criminal was I dealing with?!<br />
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In a Sherlock Holmes moment I traveled from stall to stall hoping for some sign of humanity, some sign that this cereal Sodukuist had a heart. but woe is me, I ended up empty handed.<br />
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One thing is for sure. next Monday I am going to the bathroom at the crack of dawn, because for this week at least, I have been out-<span style="font-size: x-large;">number</span>ed. <br />
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<img src="http://sudokuplace.com/images/sample_puzzle.gif" /><br />
(for your enjoyment.)<br />
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