Order vs chaos

I have never been one for organization.
I don't make plans too far in advance.
I forget a lot and I am late to almost everything.

I was inspired by Katie's last post to make a goal of keeping lists. I know so many people who swear by the power of a well-written list. I have just been feeling like I am not doing all I could do in a day due to a lack in structure.
Here are a few things I would like to do:

1) pay my traffic ticket
2) study Arabic
3) study more Arabic
4) clean my room and find my house keys
5) write my KP a mission letter
6) fall asleep reading a book every night
7) learn the Russian alphabet
8) cook a meal from a fun new recipe
9) tell sugar to take a hike
10) do something nice for a stranger

11) keep daily to-do lists

I think that keeping my thoughts and goals organized me will allow me to approach my days with more zeal. I just need a new routine and scribbling some of my daily goals down on paper might be just what I need.

those things

Do you ever find yourself smiling uncontrollably? You have just found something uniquely charming, heard someone tell you something really great, found a new song that has just change your life, and whatever else stimulates you in a way that you just cannot help but feel a sort of traffic jam in your chest. I just have been noticing the little things. Just like Jesse Eisenberg in "Zombieland" I actively try to enjoy those things that confront you everyday and make you happy( yes, I just watched the movie last night. Still great.). I guess all this comes from interacting with many people who are impervious to this feeling I am referring to called "happiness." I know that I have had my share of very low points that almost felt bottomless but I am just so happy to be alive. I am here to experience, enjoy, love, smirk, listen to, laugh about, procrastinate, work hard, self-improve, and just be. 

A new means of communication

These were just cute.

TWITTER! Everyone is doing it, right? I initially joined twitter at a friend's suggestion and am now renewing my interest in it again for Becca. I look at most of the social networking fads and the public displays of statuses as part of our generation. Sure, one could choose to rise above these things and analyze the facebooking, commenting, tweeting, blogging world as ridiculous and leading to the downfall of real human interaction but I choose to be less pessimistic and give each forum of instant information a chance. Does anyone else have twitter? Follow me
Disclaimer: May not be the most interesting.

Sleepy times

Lately, I can't seem to stay awake long after I sit down on friends's couches.I start my evenings with every intent of socializing and having a good time. But just thinking about an old soggy couch with ripped cushions makes my eyes go heavy. The last few nights I have woken up in darkness with no sign of friends.....I am always alone. I wish my friends would wake me up instead of my dry contact-laden eyes refocusing, finding the time to be 3 even 7 in the morning, and then making the cold drive home in my frosty car. I am just getting to that age.

I have been shhhd

I have frequented the computer lab of the HLRC for over a year now and everyone knows the HLRC is a place of laughter, story telling, and loud conversations. Well, I was mistaken. I was told to lower my voice today. I demanded to know from whom this audacious complaint was coming. The employee/friend said he could not tell me.
I guess I will have to take my studying business somewhere else where.

Cold feet

Well, it is that time a year again in Provo when the days of winter semester are either rainy, snowy, or just bone-chillingly freezing. With the change in weather, a change in wardrobe is obligatory. I don't know what it is but I just cannot seem to grapple the concept of boots. I don't know why I am so different from all the other kids at school. Everyone seems perfectly comfortable wearing their hip leather boots or even those awful furry yeti foot coverings yet I walk around with cloth Mary Janes. Last year, I managed the cold treacherous walks to campus all in a pair of Toms. I just hate boots. I have several logical and some illogical reasons for hating boots with every fiber of my being. Let me first justify and even define my hatred for boots.
1) I am 5'4 and convinced that boots would indeed make my legs look super weird.
2) I prefer slip on shoes.
3) I don't feel like I need to add to the already large boot population on campus.
4) Being told I have to have something makes be even more non-compliant.
5) Finally, I hate boots on me but not on everyone. I know many classy ladies with excellent boots( Hayface, Katie, Becca, and her cute little sis.)
After several bitter days at school I have finally broke down and will soon buckle up for what I am sure will be a bumpy and drawn out search for some winter shoery.
Yes, I intend to purchase some boots. Let me know if any of you have some suggestions on where I could find some boots.

Validated by Condi

The former Secretary of State Condoleeza Rice's visit and address in BYU's weekly devotional  created some controversy amongst many members of our assumed predominantly conservative student body. I drove by many bearded protester on my way to the Marriot Center. I found Rice's address validating. She  made it a point to appeal to BYU's administrators by emphasizing her agreement with our foci on family and the philosophy that faith and reason are not conflicting ideas. Though many of my acquaintances found her speech "interesting but lacking",  I thought her impressive. She was adamant on the importance of finding your passion and expanding your world. Obviously, Rice's words made me feel like studying Arabic maybe isn't such a crazy notion. I left feeling confident in my passion for the Middle East. Even though I don't know what I will do with my passion, i know that it is something that i want to do for the rest of my life. That is something.

Mmm Brinner

When the cold weather comes, I am always in the mood for breakfast for dinner. I also went out and bought some cocoa mix just for the mug Sarai gave me for Christmas. The owl keeps my beverages mighty hot.
Thanks, Sarai.

Viva Satire

I remember reading Twain's "Adventures of Huckleberry Finn" when I was high school and thinking that Twain's book sure had some blatant racial slurs and political incorrectness running rampant throughout the text. I discovered the cleverness and literary usefulness of satire because of Twain. So, I was interested in reading that some one thought that Twain's satirical passages could use some sanitizing. A new edition of Twain's book has been published with some more pristine language in place of the sharp usage of the word 'nigger' 219 times. I am even more fascinated by the overwhelming backlash this new edition has brought about. People are crying out, "censorship!" This open debate warms the heart. Who doesn't enjoy witnessing true freedom? God bless satire and free speech.

frozen wasteland

Oh the joys of winter.
I returned home to find all the bathrooms in the house soaked in toilet water and frozen like an arctic igloo restroom.
 My homey little motel was holding a room temperature of 41 when I entered the scene. How could this be? The heater had been completely turned off. My innocent roomie in her haste somehow did not realize that pipes and such things freeze without warmth. I can't be too harsh on her. She just did not know. Thusly, I am waiting for a plumber/ land lord to arrive and diagnose the situation. I so badly need to pee.