Music

I've always loved reggae.
I have, however, come to a new level of love for it. Especially Hawaiian Reggae. I think I'm a little obsessed, actually. It's my favorite.
So I shall share one of my favorite new-found songs from a band called Kolohe Kai who is from here on Oahu.

How Many?

How many tests can YOU take in one week? How long can your teachers make midterms feel? (Midterms aren't until NEXT week.) Tests projects tests projects tests projects. I feel like they're coming out of my nose. Just kidding. But I do have some pretty hard ones coming up. (Like tomorrow.) And I'm kinda scared. Hopefully I am so scared that I will start studying soon. Like right now. (And then I'll get an A.)

Postmen

"Some postman is stealing all of [my] love letters."
Haha. Just kidding. I don't get love letters. I haven't had any letters for a while, now. Hopefully soon...

Cockroaches

Becca and I jointly killed 5 or 6 cockroaches just now. Gross.
All of our other unit mates were too scared. They ran away and hid on their beds. And told us "kill it!" She killed more because I didn't have any shoes on (so I wouldn't step on them), so my only defense was Raid.
Cockroaches are el grosso. Tell me why, again, do cockroaches exist? I seriously haven't come up with a good enough reason.



(And no, I did not take that picture- I got it from a science blog.)

P.S. There were a bunch in drawers, and so Becca bleached a drawer. I washed some pans with normal dishsoap, but when I looked down a few minutes later, my shirt had bleach spots on it.
:( I hate it when that happens! Oh well...

Tengo Hambre

...In other words, "I have hunger."
Not because I'm broke, don't have food, don't have money, etc.
I just never know what to eat. So then I eat something little. Then I get hungry later. So right now, I'm hungry.
But, I'm making some rice and I heated up some yummy chicken.
Hopefully after I eat those I won't be hungry anymore!

Adventurous

Yesterday was the perfect beach day. Well, the morning was, anyway. Luckily, when Susan, Becca, and I went to the beach, there was no one there. It was super nice because we had the beach all to ourselves. It was a PERFECT way to start out the day...especially a Saturday!

We had actually planned on going to Pounders Beach, but decided to go to one a bit closer after Becca read the weather report and found out it was supposed to rain. (In fact, we ended up leaving when we thought it was about to rain...which didn't happen until about an hour later.)


I got some homework done after the beach. That wasn't too exciting, but it wasn't extremely boring, either. John called me in the middle of it, so I talked to him for a while. I just had reading...and usually the readings required for class are really unenticing to me, but this reading isn't. It was quite interesting. So far, I'm a day ahead on homework, which is nice. I hope I can keep it up. (We'll see how long it'll last.)

Becca and I got bored and wanted to do something, so we decided to go to Foodland. Except we'd already been to Foodland twice this week, so we went to Pizza Hut instead. On our way there, we got caught in the rain. Wasn't so bad at first...then it got harder, so we stood under a tree. The tree worked very well. We thought it had lightened up, so we continued our journey onward. It started pouring even harder. Eventually, we needed a spot to stand. We were outside with no jackets and were getting very wet. We ended up walking up to the side of a house and staying under its eaves. We stayed there for about 5 minutes, just laughing at our situation. It was funny, because a guy walked by from the house next door and went into the house where we were taking refuge. Then a girl did the same thing. I also saw a guy I know from my ward back home running past us with his little boy in the stroller, and so I said hi to him. When we finally left, the 2 of them were standing in the garage, talking. I wanted to thank them, so I said... "Thanks for letting us use your...house!" They said something and kind of laughed, but we started laughing so hard at what I had just said that I didn't exactly catch what they said back to me. It was kind of one of those "stupid haole" moments for me. But quite amusing. We made it to Pizza Hut safely after that. Then we ate outside, and I saw one of my friends, so I said hi to her for a minute. We also made it back to campus safely. It was quite an adventure, and an amusing one at that.
So, to sum it all up, yesterday was quite an adventurous and amusing day.

Throwing up-ness

I just bought a digital camera and iPod touch today. First for both. I got both of them for a really good deal. (In fact, the iPod was on clearance for a lot off.) Anyhow, I feel like throwing up- on and off. Why? Because I do not like spending money (on myself). I can't believe I just spent $282.50. It's good for two very expensive pieces of technology, but still a lot of money, nonetheless. Basically I'm only okay with spending a lot of money on housing and tuition. Because it's necessary. By the way, I leave in 2 days. Last night was my last day at work. I need to get packing..........

I think I will love my iPod (8 GB), as well as my camera . I'm still waiting for both of them to charge, though...so that I can experiment. Technology overload? I think yes. Kind of like too much candy. But I'm also excited. They should be fun.

Work

Uggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. That's how I feel when I come home from work, most of the time. Especially when I've worked 8 hours ON the clock.

10 days

"10 Days until departure." That's what the Delta message told me when I logged on. Holy cow. That's coming soon and came fast!

11 days until grocery shopping again. Hopefully I'll get some shave ice that day, too.

0 days until my 4 sisters start school. (They started today. I wish they would have kept the tradition and started next Wednesday, after Labor Day.)

7 more days of work. Including today. Maybe I'll get out early some of these nights. Hopefully it's not as busy as they think it will be. And then I'm finally throwing my 3 year old ragged shirt with mouth sleeves AWAY. It's ragged and stained, let's leave it at that.

1 more Sunday. Of being the assistant primary chorister and singing with those nursery kids. Makes me kind of sad. They sure are cute.

7+ days until I find out my writing results for my Praxis test. (Praxis test was taken for my admission into the School of Education in Hawaii. It's for pre-teachers.) I passed math and reading. (Hopefully writing, too. I think I did, but we'll find out!)

3 days of packing. Planned for after I'm finished with work.

2 days with John! He'll be home on the night of the 8th. I'm leaving the evening of the 10th.

4 more stamps. For my letters that I write to missionaries. I need to buy more stamps, and write more, too. Okay, that isn't really a count-down, but I was remembering I need to write letters.

15 more days until school starts. That's 2 weeks and one day, folks. Pretty crazy.

I can't think of anymore numbers.
I'm going to miss Rexburg a lot. That's a very....special...place. Nah, I love it. But I know I'll love Hawaii, too. So I'm not too concerned.
I do wish, however, that my mom could come with me. I know how much she wants to. And I think it'd be fun to have her there for the first few days. She's pretty cool.

Growing up

Being a "grown up" isn't always fun. I've said for a long time that I wouldn't ever grow up, but I'd be an adult. I had to grow up anyway. This week.
My family left on Thursday morning for Idaho, where a family reunion was about to take place. They got to Rexburg that night and saw my brother, John, and his girlfriend, Emily. Then, on Friday night, they camped (as part of the reunion), and on Saturday they ate and visited and did family reunionish things. Saturday night they set off for Utah to visit friends and family.
How did I have to "grow up?" I had to stay home to work. This was the week of my life I've been absolutely dreading up until this point. Not only did I have to stay home because I was on the schedule (because I didn't know in time to request a week off), I also had to stay home for work because even if I COULD request the time off, I wouldn't have been able to because I need the money. This thought stirs wretched feelings inside of me every time I think about it. Okay, not really, but it doesn't make me extremely happy. It's the part where I remember how I don't want to be an adult and I never asked to become one, anyway.
I know this definitely sounds like a complaining session (probably because it is one), even though I don't want it to.
There are some really good things about being an adult, like:

• Having great friends for life who I met at BYUI,
• Being able to drive,
• Having more available access to money (although I never do spend it because I'm always saving it for school),
• Being about to help children,
• Knowing how to cook and not mess it up,
• Having knowledge,
• Going on hikes when I would like to.

Well, there are good and bad things about being a child, and there are good and bad things about being an adult. I guess when the bad times being an adult come my way, I become extremely reminiscent of my childhood. It's something I have to work on. I take challenges when they come my way. Sometimes I just like the sound of being 9 or 10 again. (Although I wouldn't have all the great friends I have now, who are people I can't live without!)

When it all boils down to it, though, I am always grateful that I am me and that I'm not anyone else. I like being me, and I have fun doing it.

Tickets

I love to travel. I guess it's a good thing that I'm going to a school that requires me to do so. Sometimes I don't love the prices on plane tickets, but I found a really good deal with Delta- one way for $165. The deal has been going on for a few days, and I couldn't pass up the good deal, so I finally bought it. (I was hesitant because I haven't found housing yet, so I don't know when my place will opens, which means I could end up being early...and I don't necessarily know what I'd do, but I know people there and so does my brother, so something will be worked out.)
I'm going on Friday, Sept. 10. I think I'm excited.

A Goal Fulfilled

Okay, I know that I'm crazy. I really am. Why? Well, the one reason in particular that I'm thinking of has to do with my strange love for the Spice Girls. (Thanks to my childhood friend, Stephanie, and her older sister, Caroline....they had an excuse. They were English and it was the '90s.)
So, somehow I'm still stuck loving them. Remember when "Spice World" came out? I do. Steph talked about it, so naturally, I wanted to see it. My mom didn't want me to, though. So, I never did see it...until tonight. More than 10 years later, I watched "Spice World" with Aimee and Stacy (who HAVE seen it). It was slightly strange, but I secretly (not secretly) liked it. The best part? Well, it had aliens for one thing....

That, folks, is why I'm strange. Because I haven't really gotten over the Spice Girls, and I like random aliens.

Where did May go? It's almost June....?....!
So:
1- why isn't it warming up outside?
2- why is it still raining? (I'm okay with rain, it just doesn't feel like May.)
3- time goes by a whole lot faster when you're older. You know it's bad when you're 20 and you know that turning 30 is coming soon. Because years go by fast. How strange.

That's all.

Sisters and School

I guess my sister Lizzie takes after me. She burned peanut butter and chocolate chips in the microwave last night. (She microwaved them for three minutes or so.) The kitchen smelled ALMOST as bad as the time that I burned my quesadilla. I guess it's prone to happen to everyone every once in a while.



So...school. Almost anyone who reads this blog (which isn't a high amount, I'm sure) would think that I'm incredibly indecisive. "First she decides to go to BYU-Hawaii, then she decides to stay at BYU-Idaho, and then she transfers to Hawaii afterall," they'd say. Now, I have my moments of indecisiveness and being noncommittal, but this time is not one of them. All I have to say is that the Lord's timing and plans are incredibly different than ours.



I am going to BYU-Hawaii because it's where the Lord wants me to be. I promise. :)

Here's the story that's been waiting:

Last April, our family visited Hawaii, and we happened to stay on the island of Oahu, which is where BYU-Hawaii is. We were about an hour away from the campus, but we went to the Polynesian Cultural Center (PCC), which is right next to the campus, and I did set foot on campus once or twice. We also went to the temple visitor's center quite a few times, which is also next to the campus.

I loved it there so much that I wanted to transfer. We talked to some people at church there who work at BYU-Hawaii, and they said BYU-Hawaii needs more Elementary Education majors, and some of the people worked in the admissions office-or had connections. ;) They said to let them know if I applied, and when I was done. So I started on my application while we were still there. But I stopped. I can't really say why, but I know that there was something that just wasn't quite right. (I was REALLY leaning on the Spirit, or at least trying to.) However, I never withdrew my application.

I ended up deferring fall semester at BYU-Idaho because I didn't have quite enough money to go, which you'll see turned out to be a good thing. I just worked during that time.

One night during winter semester, my roommate Tiffany and I were in the library. I had actually finished my homework, so I was waiting for Tiff. (Usually I had more homework than she did, so it was rather impressive that I finished!) Since I was waiting, I was on the computer. Somehow I found myself on the BYUH website. I was just reading stuff on there for fun, and I went to the admissions page. I started reading some information, and suddenly I was hit with the Spirit, which told me that it was okay now and that I could/should apply. I couldn't believe it! I didn't say anything to anyone, but I felt happy, and actually, a tiny bit scared.

That night, I went home and prayed to make sure that I was supposed to apply to BYU-Hawaii. I also prayed the next morning. Both times I wasn't really hit hard either way like I was at the library. All day long that was on my mind, and I just wanted to make sure that it was really the Spirit which told me to apply, and not myself, and asked Him for help to know. I had some time after a class, so I went to the Taylor Chapel to pray, read my scriptures, and meditate. I really had to make sure this was the right thing. Before I read or meditated, I just said a silent simple prayer, telling Heavenly Father how I felt the day before, and how I just wanted to make sure that was His will for me, and not just my high hopes or something getting in the way. I then meditated and read my scriptures, which helped. In fact, I came across a scripture in 2 Nephi 32:9. It's one of my favorite scriptures now. It really came alive to me just then.

"9 But behold, I say unto you that ye must pray always, and not faint; that ye must not perform any thing unto the Lord save in the first place ye shall pray unto the Father in the name of Christ, that he will consecrate thy performance unto thee, that thy performance may be for the welfare of thy soul."

Right then, I knew that I did indeed feel the Spirit at the library and that I needed to move forward with my application. So I did. And since I had started it 10 months before (AND HADN'T WITHDRAWN IT), I just picked up where I left off. All I needed to do was have an interview with my bishop and a member of the stake presidency.

Even though that was all I needed to do, I fixed my application essays, too. I went to library from the chapel, and worked on them for about two hours. When I got home everyone asked me where I had been, and I just told them the library. That appeased them enough (thank goodness)! I enjoyed keeping the secret to myself for a few days. It's kind of fun to have your own secrets, I found out.

I made an appointment with the bishop, and then with the member of the stake presidency. After the stake presidency interview, some of my roommates were suspcious, but I told them I couldn't talk about it yet. At this point, one of my roommates knew (out of 15...). Also, one friend Lindsay, who goes there, knew. I had to ask her some questions. Eventually I told my dad so that I could ask him if we should tell the people who we met at church that work there. He never really gave me an answer, but I decided not to tell them. I knew if it was to be, that the Lord would take care of it. But I made my dad PROMISE he wouldn't tell anyone, not even my mom.

I don't think I even had to wait a week for my admission status, although I will tell you that it felt a whole lot longer than that! There were nights of fitful and halfsleeping. I didn't even know you can worry in your sleep, but you can! Worry isn't really the best word for my condition during that time, though. Although I really did want to get in, I wasn't worried about it, because I was just leaving it up to the Lord. I would be happy to finish out my schooling at BYU-Idaho.

Now, I wasn't worried about getting accepted, but I had started to think about some other things, and became concerned. Finally, the Spirit said, "Don't worry about that right now! You don't have to worry about that until you get accepted. You'll find a way to make it work." So I stopped, and never worried again (about that).

Well, I finally got an email saying an admissions decision had been reached. My heart started racing. I spent a lot of time covering up my tracks so my roommates and other people wouldn't find out. That was okay, though, because the decision was made. I went followed the link, logged in, and read the word "Congratulations!" That was enough for me. I then thought, "Should I scream, or should I not scream? Should I or shouldn't I?" I finally decided to scream...and it came out a lot louder than I thought it would. My roommates yelled, "Are you okay?!" and came rushing in. I told them yes, and to wait just a second. I had a phone call to make.

I called Lindsay, and told her I was accepted. I promised her that she'd be the first I'd tell, and she was. I told her that I would call her back in a few minutes, because my roommates were slightly confused. So I gave the news to everyone, and all of them got really excited. Then I told my brother and my parents, and I called my other brother who didn't answer. We'll just say I was excited....

Actually, I was bouncing off the walls for the rest of the night. The next morning our ward was going to do baptisms for the dead, and I said I'd go. Needless to say, I got very little sleep that night. I think I amused quite a few people with my behavior, though.

The rest is pretty much history. That's the story of why I applied, and why I'm going there. As you can tell, I didn't make it the short version. It's the whole thing.

Tribute to Tiffany

Well, today I figured out how to activate my student BYUH account! (Holy cow...I don't know why it took me so long. It wasn't even that hard.) So, that's in use now...I had 56 lovely emails/student updates awaitin' for me! They do run things differently there; there's a shuttle that you can pay $5 for to go to to the Pearl City Mall, Aloha Stadium Swap Meet (which is really quite awesome), and Wal-Mart. Hahaha. I love the Wal-Mart part.
My good friend and roommate, Tiffany, got set apart as a missionary today. Off she goes to the MTC tomorrow! She's going to be an Hermana (speaking Spanish) in the Fort Worth, Texas mission. I am so doggone excited for her, it's incredible! She's going to be a great missionary- she already is. I know that she is going to bless the lives of so many people in Texas. The only bummer part? We can only correspond through letters for the next 18 months. I'm a decent letter-writer, but sometimes I get too caught up in my own life to be as good as I should be.
Well, that's all I have to say.
And if anyone happens upon this blog, you can visit www.mormon.org to see all about what Tiff's doing and her purpose.

Home Again Home Again

I'm back from BYUI now (and not going back...weird) and working as a sub teacher's aide (EA). Staples is also going to take me back. I have some mixed feelings about that. The pollen in the air is really high...so I got some in my lungs from breathing it in. When you have pollen in your lungs, you cough a lot. Last night I coughed so much and so hard that I woke myself up at least 3 times. It hurt.
Today I pretended to be a mom. Moms run a lot of errands, and I did just that. I took some books to Aimee that she left home, the key and money to the tow truck man (our car randomly broke down in front of our friends' house), and Lizzie's lunch box to her at school because she left it at home (she was in a rush). All of this was walking (or running), so I got lots of exercise. I also thought, "No wonder moms get hungry at lunchtime." I acknowledge that I have a weird stomach, and therefore, am not always hungry at lunchtime.
I also helped Lizzie make pretzels, which she wanted for an afterschool snack. They weren't so great. They tasted like yeast and eggs. Oh, and I helped make dinner.
So, I was pretty much a mom today. To prove my point even further, I'm babysitting Sarah and Lizzie right now, while my mom, Aimee, and Stacy are at Young Women, and my dad is at scouts (11 year old boys).

Luck and phones

My brother, John, just gave me his old phone about a month and a half ago. The phone is over 2 years old. It slowly started acting weird when I charged it, and became harder and harder to charge. Now it's like the thing inside that holds the charger is a loose tooth, and I have to hold the charger in, with lots of pressure, in order for my phone to charge. It's really quite lame...and it's just going to get worse. So...I have to look on ebay for another phone. Woot woot.

Microwaves

I know that I'm terrible about updating this thing. I forget about it when I have homework (or something else) to do.
So today...I decided to make a quesadilla in the microwave. The microwave setting was already on for 7 minutes because no one cleared it when she took her food out. So although that usually bothers me and I clear it and then redo the setting, I decided to let it go that time because I'd remember. So I stuck my tortilla with cheese in there and let it go. Then I took my computer to my room. I started to watch some youtube movies. Partway through one, I leaped from my bed and ran to the microwave, because like I told myself, I'd remember about the quesadilla. Well. I RAN to the microwave. Before I quickly opened it up, I saw the timer for less than 20 seconds. I cooked that sucker for over 6 minutes. I opened up the microwave, and had to take out the plate with an oven mitt. The tortilla was burned. The cheese, well, I think I made a new type. I took it outside and threw the tortilla in the dumpster. I then cleaned off the plate, which was easier than I thought it'd be. Nonetheless, our house smelled like smoke (although no smoke alarm went off). In fact, it still stinks.
On another note, a few weeks ago I applied to BYU-Hawaii. I didn't tell anyone. Except for my friend Lindsay, ONE of my roommates, Kelly, and my dad. That is it. And they didn't tell anyone. The admissions office received my last form on a Friday, and I found out Tuesday night that I was accepted.
I wasn't surprised, because God told me to apply, so I figured I'd get in. (That's another story I'm going to have to tell later.) I was surprised because it's BYU-Hawaii, meaning it's mainly there for people from Central Asia and the Pacific Islands. I'm a white girl from the mainland. Only 35% of people there are from the mainland. But I got in, and now I'm going. And I'm super duper excited, except for the part that my brother who is not graduating in a semester (John) is staying here and I'm leaving him and that'll be sad. And now this semester is a little bitter-sweet because it's my last one here, and I found out halfway through the semester.
It's exciting though. I'll take the beach over snow just about any day (just as long as there's nota tsunami or hurricane, or something of the like.) All in all, things are good and not how I would have ever expected them to turn out. Heavenly Father definitely has different plans for me than I do, and I'm okay with that, because they always turn out to be better for me.

School

I love being at school! I love where I live, and I love my roommates! It's always fun, even if I do have 18 credits. I live in a two-story, yellow house, to the side of the stadium. The floors are split up into apartments; therefore, upstairs (where I live) has 10 girls, and downstairs has 6. But it's kind of like I just have 15 roommates... I thought it wouldn't be very cool, but I love it. And the house is pretty big. People are always gone, but there is almost always someone home, as well. We have 4 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms upstairs. 3 of the bedrooms are 2 girl bedrooms, and then the one where I reside is a "shared room-" we have 4 girls in it...but we get our own bathroom. :) It's pretty rockin.' I don't mind sharing with 3 girls. I share a room with Tiffany, Alayna, and Kelly. (By the way, our room is really big, and I rather like it!) My other roommates are Tina, Breanna, Tara, Katie, Megan, and Kristen. They're all really awesome and fun. The girls downstairs are Annalise, Lindsey, Courtney, Ashley, Diana, and Emily. (Yes, there are two Emilys in this house...4 in our ward...we also have 4 Megans in our ward.)
Our house is also very reminiscent of the '70's. We have a wooden accordion door closet in our front room. Despite the weird quirks about the house (like the door freezing shut, or the bathroom fan not really circulating air correctly), I still love it. It's a blast, it's fun, and I enjoy it very much!

My Recent Life

Okie dokie....I have a feeling this may possibly be a long-winded entry, so prepare yourself...
I deferred fall semester because I needed more money to pay for school. I worked ALL the time and pretty much didn't have a life. I'm with the Issaquah School District as a sub Ed Assistant, so it's pretty good practice and experience for me since I'm an Elementary Ed major. It also pays very well. My nerdy job? Working at Staples. Now one would normally say that working at Staples isn't that nerdy because it's just a retail job. However, I'M WORKING WITH OFFICE SUPPLIES, HERE. As a matter of fact, on the schedule, I was under both Cashier/Customer Service AND Office Supplies... When I punched in at work, the title said "Office Supplies Expert." And it is sadly true. I know more about office supplies than the average person...a lot more. I'm not sad that I know stuff, but I have to admit, and will be the first person to do so, that first of all, office supplies are not that interesting, and secondly, it's a nerdy thing to know a lot about those particular things... Anyway...work=money, two jobs= no life, and Emily=enough money to pay for school.
While I was home, I had the awesome chance and opportunity to do a lot of missionary work with my coworkers, especially Sarah. She committed to baptism and then dropped the missionaries because she did not feel ready. That's okay, because I KNOW she felt the Spirit, and I know that she will get baptised one day. (Hahaha. I just spelled "baptised" the Canadian/English way. I'm not changing it. Just because I do stuff like that every once in a while and actually like it a little.) I also had other missionary experiences with my coworkers, and found out that one was baptized when she was 13...which was 7-8 years ago. She's less active, and I think that the gospel would really help her life and guide her, as well as answer a lot of questions. Actually, I know that. I brought her to a FHE activity with me, but unfortunately it was a combined activity in Redmond, so she didn't meet the missionaries because they weren't able to go (Redmond is in the Everett mission, and we are in the Seattle mission). We had a really great talk on the way there, and she feels the influence of the Holy Ghost everytime she hears the story of Joseph Smith. Sharing the gospel is one of my favorite things to do. It makes me so happy. I was so incredibly blessed to be able to have many chances to share the gospel while I was home!
Cassie, my friend, got married on January 2nd in the Denver temple. She married a pretty cool man, Timmy. They're great for each other. I have known Cass since I've been at school, and let's just say that from the beginning, we hit it off really well. Tiffany, my other friend, and I, flew into Denver on Wednesday, December 30, for Cassie's wedding. We all had a BLAST together. We saw "The Princess and the Frog" on New Year's Eve, which was fun. (We also did other random things, and almost got kicked out of Walgreens.) Tim is from Roseville, CA, and his family drove to Denver. On their way there, they slipped on ice and rolled their van. It ended up totalled. His sister, Megan, also ended up breaking her jaw, but that's the worst that happened. They were really blessed, and ended up getting to Denver on Thursday night instead of Wednesday afternoon. (Unfortunately, Megan had to fly straight back to California, in order to get jaw surgery, and also had to get a deferrment so her jaw can heal.)
Cassie's and Timmy's wedding was great. Since it was in the temple, Tiffany and I couldn't go in for the actual wedding and sealing part, but we were in the annex building next to the temple, and we just waited for them. (By the way, there were a lot of people getting married that day.) We also helped with pictures afterward. That was fun, minus the cold feet and frozen toes. Cassie's brother-in-law Kevin stated that he didn't think the bridesmaids were supposed to be the ones to get cold feet. Hahaha. That was funny. On the subject of Cassie's family, I love them- they are great!
Cassie's and Timmy's luncheon was fun and good. Tim's friend Keith talked about Tim a bit, and I gave a bit of a speech on Cassie. I am really not a serious person. I really am not. The reception was also good and a lot of fun. It looked really nice. Cass chose the colors eggplant purple, cranberry red, and chocolate brown for her wedding. Not everything ended up being those colors, but it still looked great anyway. And not tacky or cheesy, considering the fact that it was in a church gym, and some receptions in church gyms can be silly looking.
Tiffany, Keith, and I decorated their car- a blazer. It was actually rather lame. Post-it notes work when you have a lot more and they don't have a Peter Rabbit design on them. We were looking for a window marker, and much to our dismay, could not get ahold of one. To make matters a bit more hilarious, Tim's parents showed us a window marker they had in their car that we could have used- AFTER the reception and Cassie and Tim left...on OUR way home. That was a good night. Some drunk person started texting Tiffany almost illegible texts, but we deciphered them. Those texts brought us great amusement. Even though drinking alcohol is not a good thing, drunk people are really funny.
I am now at school. We started classes on Tuesday. It's only the first week and somehow I already feel behind. LAME. I like most of my classes though. They are really fun. For the most part. I AM taking 18 credits, so it's possible I might have some near-death experiences this semester...from homework. Just kidding. It'll be a bit hard, though. 3 more semesters after this one!!! (By the way, I seriously can't believe that- it's so close and I know I have time, but I don't feel ready yet.) I've seen a lot of people on campus who I know. I love that about coming back to school. I really love BYU-I and the atmosphere of it. Even if the "I" stands for "Iceburg." Plus, now John, Matthew, and I are all here at the same time. That's fun.
I like my new laptop. If I would have had even more money, there's a chance I would have gotten a Mac, but I went the more temporarily inexpensive route and got a Dell...it's white with yellow polka dots, adorable, and pretty much me. That makes me happy.
Remember how I said this was going to be really long? Well, it is.
I want to go to Hawaii.