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| i feel the need to update, but as usual don't have much to say...
things are different this year:
i got a new job, and that means i only work half an hour each day monday-friday, but i get pretty amazing pay.
i'm actually doing my homework - but maybe that's because i only have 2 classes right now.
i'm way more talkative. i chat up my professors. i approach groups of people i don't know fearlessly. i try to do crazy things like sign up to be a DSG leader, even though the deadline was last year.
i actually have a meal plan, so you will sometimes see me at saga! 65 anytime.
my little sister is a freshman at north park in chicago, so i see/hear a lot more of her. for instance, she called me twice and left me a message on facebook within the span of about 20 minutes with urgent messages to call her. she was freaking out because she was stuck writing an essay for her class the next morning, and her printer was broken, and the library closed in 2 hours, and it didn't open the next morning until the same time her class was starting, and she just didn't know what to write about, and what did i think of it all?? it was really cute.
umm... that's probably about it. oh yeah, we have a totally amazingly huge and cutely decorated apartment. michigan 6a. come visit. i'll cook for you.
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| i slept in this morning for the first time in... well, a long time. (that's 8:47 am) and it was nice. however, it didn't much help with the million bajillion things i have to do today before going to bed early so i can leave for the airport at 3:30 tomorrow morning.
let's see... what else is new?
i got a sweet haircut, compliments of the talented ms. kaia chesney.
i got fat, compliments of blue bell ice cream.
i got a lot stupider, compliments of the lady-we're-housesitting-for who has the first season of the simple life on dvd.
i got five more books to read, compliments of the oro valley library.
i got to work 31 hours in a period of 46 hours this weekend, compliments of comfort keepers.
i got to see a fun show last night - georgie james and camera obscura, compliments of me. (and plush, i guess)
i got smarter, compliments of carrie's correspondence course that i am helping her with.
i got the most amazing, most perfectly ripe peaches on saturday, compliments of the oro valley farmer's market and the yetmans' reccomendation.
i got totally unfazed by poop, compliments of all the old people i've worked with this summer. -sorry, that's one's gross, but totally true!
i got to tour lots of nice and not-so-nice apartments, compliments of carrie and me thinking about moving back to tucson for a year after graduation and deciding to start apartment hunting now for some strange reason.
and now, i got to go, as i still have a million bajillion things to do.
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| Well, as we all know, I like to amuse myself at work by reading whatever my clients have left lying around. This may include anything from an old minister's handwritten church records from the 30s, to the poetry of W. H. Auden and Dylan Thomas, to lots and lots of People magazine. However, sometimes I stumble across something that is truly exceptional - Ensign, the morman magazine, for example. One devout couple that I work for two days a week has every copy of this magazine from the last 11 years catalogued on their bookshelves, and always an issue or three on the coffee table. The other day as I skimmed through an issue, I came upon a speech by one of the LDS church's Twelve Apostles that was telecast to all the Mormon youth. The subject: dating versus hanging out. It was a fascinating article, let me tell you. I couldn't refrain from copying down a couple of the best passages, and thought I should share Elder Dallin Oaks' wisdom with you all.
" My single young friends, we counsel you to channel your associations with the opposite sex into dating patterns that have the potential to mature into marriage, not hanging-out patterns that only have the prospect to mature into team sports like touch football."
And to all the girls:
"Young women, resist too much hanging out, and encourage dates that are simple, inexpensive, and frequent. Don't make it easy for young men to hang out in a setting where you women provide the food. Don't subsidize freeloaders. An occasional group activity is ok, but when you see men who make hanging out their primary interaction with the opposite sex, I think you should lock the pantry and bolt the front door. If you do this, you should also hang up a sign, 'Will open for individual dates.'"
P.S. To all you boys at school that I've ever cooked for - you can forget about it.... I am, however, available for dates.
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| it has been kinda weird being back in tucson this summer. usually
i am deliriously happy to be back in arizona and write gushy xanga
entries about it the day after i come home. but this summer, i
was reluctant to come back here, and it has really taken me a while to
settle in. i always feel like i'm coming home
when i come back to arizona - something in the atmosphere just feels
right to me, but i definitely didn't get that this time. the
mountains and the desert and the sky and the heat have taken time to
grow on me... but grow on me they have.
some things kind of suck and are stressful at home as usual, but that's
how life goes. i'm housesitting now, and that's cool. i'm
working at comfort keepers here, and that is not cool. they are
trying to cheat me out of money. however, i really really like
the people i am working for. they are amazing. i love hearing
their stories, and their perspectives on life, after having lived
through so much of both amazingly good times, and really really hard
times. and they like me. :) so that is good. i think i'm
gonna try to get a couple more jobs, though. we'll see. i'm kind
of teetering between workaholism and utter laziness right now.
mostly the workaholism is in my mind's projection of the summer, and
the utter laziness is the reality. haha.
i hung out with the yetmans tonight, and it made my night as always...
i played pirates and superheroes with caleb and jonah, talked with the
parents, they invited me to the boys' birthday party, said they've
missed me and want to have me over for dinner when they come back from
vacation, and gave me a birthday present! they are like family to
me, and they always make me feel so special.
anyway, i like being here i think.
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| what is with me and constantly wanting to write xanga entries right now?
also,
what is with me and it being 5:20 am and still only having written half of the first paragraph of
my paper?
i mean, seriously.
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