School has been going well, I officially changed my major to Physics and am really starting to like the physics major scene. My classes are tough, but I enjoy them and I am finally starting to recognize the majority of people in my classes. Unfortunately, most of these people are male - and they are either married or way too nerdy for me. I have a feeling that the decent ones get married early and thus, I missed my chance at a decent physics major. :) School, therefore takes up most of my time, but that is alright because that is what I am here for. I am paying for it, might as well make it worth my money, right?
There are a few things I have noticed that come with being a physics major. Most of them are either way nerdy or they just talk nerdy. :) I spend a lot of my time in N333 of the ESC (you need a door code to get in - so once you go in there you are officially a physics nerd) and when homework is not being talked about, then there are World or Warcraft strategies being passed around and Mac vs PC debates. Needless to say, I just enjoy listening to these conversations. One thing that is really, really nice about N333 is that you can go in there at any time and there is always someone that is working on the same homework as you. It makes doing homework less painful. :)
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Finally!
Okay, so I have been slacking recently, but just with the blogging. School has been way busy and quite frankly, whenever I have time to blog, I just don't feel like it. So therefore, in my attempt to make it up, I will share the past month of my life in a way that is colorful as possible. There are three specific topics that I would like to cover in my post (wow, starting to feel like I am writing a terrible school essay) and they are school, social life, and funny/awkward times. So, bear with me and maybe you can get a taste of what my life has been like :)
Monday, December 24, 2007
On Boys and Babies
Well, here I am about to admit something to the whole world that I cannot quite admit to myself. Therefore, I will attempt to do this locigally and as free the emotion that I am currently feeling as I can.
First order of business - babies. I have maintained a for a while that babies are non-human. They are just these alien-like things that come out of a woman's body. Luckily, not through their chest. These babliens smell, they cry, they get fussy, and they keep you up at night and cause arguments about who will change the dirty diaper. They come with amajor financial set back and some ritual called a "baby shower" where the mother gets pink things if the baby is a girl and blue things if it is a boy. And then somewhere along the line, they grow and change into real people. That process requires lots of yelling at the kids while trying to teach them how to become true humans. However, there was a time when I held babies and cared for them, but I grew out of that. And now, for some wierd reason, I look at pictures of my niece and can't help but feel love for this little girl. I think howcute she looks, and sometimes even the "awh" sigh comes out, I just hope that no one hears me. So deep down I love kids and want some of my own someday, but I will still be as removed and unemotional as I can. It is hard, I have the anatomy of a female and a very cute niece. We will just see how it goes.
Number two on the list -guy-girl relationships. I have a very good friend that I love to hang out with and talk with. He is a gentleman in every sense of the word, and as he has told me, I am very self sufficient girl. He never fails to open the car door for me and he will help me across the ice so that I don't fall. He opens doors for me (unless I open them first) and always makes sure that I am comfortable. I flew in to Denver on saturday and I had no idea how heavy my suitcase was until I pulled if off the baggage carousel at DIA. I never would have thought that I would appreciate these actions as much as I do. He does things for me that I could easily do for myself. I have just been used to doing these things myself for so long that I do forget that he likes to do those things for me. Plus I am not going to be one of those girls that requires that, that just seems to girly and cheesy. I am not above asking for help from men, especially when the trash needs to be taken out or I need to get something off the top shelf. So, in conclusion, even though I can get along just fine by myself, it certainly feels good to have someone do them for you because they want to.
Okay, now that I got that over with, I will stop and continue on my merry way. No more talk of cute babies or extremely nice things that mean more on the inside than the outside. I am going to go back being my aloof and unemotional self. Crying because you are happy is unacceptable and crying because you are sad is a form of weekness. But believe me, I have my weeknesses. Have a very Merry Christmas and enjoy spending time with your family.
First order of business - babies. I have maintained a for a while that babies are non-human. They are just these alien-like things that come out of a woman's body. Luckily, not through their chest. These babliens smell, they cry, they get fussy, and they keep you up at night and cause arguments about who will change the dirty diaper. They come with amajor financial set back and some ritual called a "baby shower" where the mother gets pink things if the baby is a girl and blue things if it is a boy. And then somewhere along the line, they grow and change into real people. That process requires lots of yelling at the kids while trying to teach them how to become true humans. However, there was a time when I held babies and cared for them, but I grew out of that. And now, for some wierd reason, I look at pictures of my niece and can't help but feel love for this little girl. I think howcute she looks, and sometimes even the "awh" sigh comes out, I just hope that no one hears me. So deep down I love kids and want some of my own someday, but I will still be as removed and unemotional as I can. It is hard, I have the anatomy of a female and a very cute niece. We will just see how it goes.
Number two on the list -guy-girl relationships. I have a very good friend that I love to hang out with and talk with. He is a gentleman in every sense of the word, and as he has told me, I am very self sufficient girl. He never fails to open the car door for me and he will help me across the ice so that I don't fall. He opens doors for me (unless I open them first) and always makes sure that I am comfortable. I flew in to Denver on saturday and I had no idea how heavy my suitcase was until I pulled if off the baggage carousel at DIA. I never would have thought that I would appreciate these actions as much as I do. He does things for me that I could easily do for myself. I have just been used to doing these things myself for so long that I do forget that he likes to do those things for me. Plus I am not going to be one of those girls that requires that, that just seems to girly and cheesy. I am not above asking for help from men, especially when the trash needs to be taken out or I need to get something off the top shelf. So, in conclusion, even though I can get along just fine by myself, it certainly feels good to have someone do them for you because they want to.
Okay, now that I got that over with, I will stop and continue on my merry way. No more talk of cute babies or extremely nice things that mean more on the inside than the outside. I am going to go back being my aloof and unemotional self. Crying because you are happy is unacceptable and crying because you are sad is a form of weekness. But believe me, I have my weeknesses. Have a very Merry Christmas and enjoy spending time with your family.
Christmas Thoughts
So I find myself home on Christmas Eve, just the place I want to be. However, this Christmas feels a little different. The holiday season has felt different for the past two years simply because I come from college (an independent environment) to a place where people care when you are going to be home. This and the fact that you are now a guest in the home you grew up in, makes for some different feelings. However, this year feels even more different. My younger sister now has her driver's license and boy problems. Two things that I am completely unequipt to deal with. Also, my uncle is coming with his 8,000 children. Don't get me wrong, I am happy and excited for them to come, I have just become so removed from children to past few years to the part that they almost scare me (not kidding!!).
Yet, there are still more differences this year that deal mostly with me. This year, I find myself wishing and hoping that certain people will like their gifts. Almost to the point where I get frustrated and angry because everything has to be perfect for them. This is a completely new experience for me. I know, deep down (somewhere) that they will enjoy what ever I get for them, or even just the time I spend with them, but still, it has to be perfect. I lay up at night searching my mind for just the perfect gift. Luckily these people are not immediate family and so, I will not be feeling their wrath come Christmas Day - that shall come later.
Yet, there are still more differences this year that deal mostly with me. This year, I find myself wishing and hoping that certain people will like their gifts. Almost to the point where I get frustrated and angry because everything has to be perfect for them. This is a completely new experience for me. I know, deep down (somewhere) that they will enjoy what ever I get for them, or even just the time I spend with them, but still, it has to be perfect. I lay up at night searching my mind for just the perfect gift. Luckily these people are not immediate family and so, I will not be feeling their wrath come Christmas Day - that shall come later.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Finalling
This is the time of year where I go crazy. Hopefully I will survive and update this if I am not dead or a vegetable in two weeks.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Guys and Girls
Okay, this is never happening again. I never post two times in one day, much less two times in one month. However, my motivation has hit a new low. I am currently about 5000 feet above sea level and my motivation is on the bottom of the Dead Sea.
My friend and I were talking last night about how sensitive we want guys to be. Sure it would be wonderful and great to have the guy notice a the new haircut, the new shoes, or even when you are a little down. However, too much would just get too annoying. I need my guy to be guy through and through. He notices when I look cute and pretty, but I could care less if he noticed that I cut one inch off my hair. Of course, on my head, I would have to cut off about six inches for anyone (including females) to notice. I want my guy to watch sports and yell at the screen on occasion. I want him to have some knowledge about cars and to be able to work hard in the yard (with or without a shirt on!). I want him to be athletic and love to get out there and sweat, especially with me (I am only talking sports!). He needs to appreciate a good workout and yet still know how to clean up nicely. He needs to be nice and considerate and hopefully know how to cook because I fail in that area. I want him to notice me and to want to be around me, but still likes to go hang out with the guys. He can even play Halo on occasion, as long as he lets me play even though I suck at it.
Wow, I did not know that I had that many requirements for a guy. These are not actually requirements, so rest easy my future mate. My whole thing is that I want the guy to love me and notice me, but to still be all man. Some women may want sensitive guys, but I understand that guys and girls are wired differently, so when I want a guy I go to him, and when I want a girl I go to my sister or a friend. Too much estrogen is something that is too easy to come by I am afraid and so, therefore, I want a man.
Girls are mean, they have too many pet peeves, and they hold grudges. Girls expect others to always think of them and to do nice things for them. They don't understand that their boyfriend may want to have some alone time or hang out with the guys. Girls want everything to go their way and they talk and over analyze everything. Girls love talking about guys, guys they hate, guys they like, guys that they use for favors, guys that they don't like but don't want other girls to date. Girls want things done when they want them done and things done they way they want them to be done. Girls are also caring and sensitive and notice your shoes and your new haircut. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate girls, after all, I am one of them. I am just saying that sometimes it is nice to get a break and to hang out with the guys.
Guys communicate with grunts (or Wookie-speak) and they are interested when BYU brings in a different (terrible) quarterback. They won't listen when football is on and they don't really care who is around at any specific time. Unless, of course, the girl or guy is really annoying and they can't stand it anymore. Oh and guys eat, a lot. I made the mistake of leaving ice cream in my friends apartment and three guys consumed almost a half gallon of ice cream. They love food and don't complain about their weight - they do something about it. Guys can also give good advice. It is nice to see there perspective on things (especially when other guys are the topic of the conversation). Also, guys take out the trash.
All in all, guys and girls are a good mix. Too much of one can get annoying. I enjoy all my friends, male and female.
My friend and I were talking last night about how sensitive we want guys to be. Sure it would be wonderful and great to have the guy notice a the new haircut, the new shoes, or even when you are a little down. However, too much would just get too annoying. I need my guy to be guy through and through. He notices when I look cute and pretty, but I could care less if he noticed that I cut one inch off my hair. Of course, on my head, I would have to cut off about six inches for anyone (including females) to notice. I want my guy to watch sports and yell at the screen on occasion. I want him to have some knowledge about cars and to be able to work hard in the yard (with or without a shirt on!). I want him to be athletic and love to get out there and sweat, especially with me (I am only talking sports!). He needs to appreciate a good workout and yet still know how to clean up nicely. He needs to be nice and considerate and hopefully know how to cook because I fail in that area. I want him to notice me and to want to be around me, but still likes to go hang out with the guys. He can even play Halo on occasion, as long as he lets me play even though I suck at it.
Wow, I did not know that I had that many requirements for a guy. These are not actually requirements, so rest easy my future mate. My whole thing is that I want the guy to love me and notice me, but to still be all man. Some women may want sensitive guys, but I understand that guys and girls are wired differently, so when I want a guy I go to him, and when I want a girl I go to my sister or a friend. Too much estrogen is something that is too easy to come by I am afraid and so, therefore, I want a man.
Girls are mean, they have too many pet peeves, and they hold grudges. Girls expect others to always think of them and to do nice things for them. They don't understand that their boyfriend may want to have some alone time or hang out with the guys. Girls want everything to go their way and they talk and over analyze everything. Girls love talking about guys, guys they hate, guys they like, guys that they use for favors, guys that they don't like but don't want other girls to date. Girls want things done when they want them done and things done they way they want them to be done. Girls are also caring and sensitive and notice your shoes and your new haircut. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate girls, after all, I am one of them. I am just saying that sometimes it is nice to get a break and to hang out with the guys.
Guys communicate with grunts (or Wookie-speak) and they are interested when BYU brings in a different (terrible) quarterback. They won't listen when football is on and they don't really care who is around at any specific time. Unless, of course, the girl or guy is really annoying and they can't stand it anymore. Oh and guys eat, a lot. I made the mistake of leaving ice cream in my friends apartment and three guys consumed almost a half gallon of ice cream. They love food and don't complain about their weight - they do something about it. Guys can also give good advice. It is nice to see there perspective on things (especially when other guys are the topic of the conversation). Also, guys take out the trash.
All in all, guys and girls are a good mix. Too much of one can get annoying. I enjoy all my friends, male and female.
Are You Engaged Yet?
My wonderful mother and I had a long conversation last night. The only subject touched on was boys and my current dating status. Nothing about school, nothing about my family, friends or roommates, and nothing about my tennis game. She only wanted to know if I was close at all to getting hitched, which for the record is no. What is it about mothers that just want their daughters to get married? I understand the father's point of view - one less person to pay for, no longer having to deal with her shopping habits (which my are small compared to most, and I am easy to shop for. Anything works as long as it is pink). Not having to deal with another PMS-ing woman in the house or a flat tire or trying to convince the female that the oil does need to be changed every now and then (why, exactly?). Though, I also seem to think that some fathers are sad to see their girls go, though most won't admit it. Before, Dad used to be the one male they would go to if their upper-body strength was lacking or if they needed un-female advice (which can be a VERY good thing), but once she gets wed, Dad is not the number one man anymore. Of course, this is supposed to happen, but I imagine that it could be hard. Also, there is always the fear that the "perfect" man may not be so perfect and heartbreak (or possibly broken arms) could be in the future. However, even though the father may feel these things, I think he would be the last one to admit it.
Mothers, on the other hand just want their kids to be close. This is precisely why I am going to live someplace cold so that my beach-addicted mother will only visit on occasion (just kidding, she is not REALLY addicted to beaches!). A mother wants her kids to be happy, but happy with the man that she picks out and happy living and raising her grandchildren like she wants them to be raised. It must be hard to boss your kids around for their whole life and then suddenly, bam!, your advice is only wanted when needed. I really think that mothers are more attached to their children then fathers. This is due to the whole thing that men and women are wired differently. Mothers still wish to be a main figure of importance in their children's lives, and it is difficult for them to grow apart. This has to happen, but mothers don't worry. Children still value your opinion and will still come to you when a recipe goes terribly wrong, or they spill wine on their white table cloth.
All in all, every party involved in the whole marriage thing was advance warning. Unless the child elopes, there is meeting the in-laws and careful planning of a wedding (with the mother doing the most work, of course). So this separation of parent and child does not come as a surprise, but it may still be a sad day. One may say that it is a very happy day, which, of course, it is, but once you realize that their questions will be directed to their spouse and not you, you may get teary eyed for a minute, but then realize that you have three children still at home to terrorize.
I would like to end this post saying that I am very grateful for my parents. They put up with me and still give me advice without my asking. They are kind and caring and want me to succeed in life, not just in marriage. Oh, and for the record, after the terrorizing, homemade chocolate chip cookies were given out to the child with the most fear. So, I love you Mom and Dad (and step-mom and -dad) and keep up the good work. And remember, there are still more after me, so just because you may fail to marry me off, I am sure you will succeed with the younger ones. :)
Mothers, on the other hand just want their kids to be close. This is precisely why I am going to live someplace cold so that my beach-addicted mother will only visit on occasion (just kidding, she is not REALLY addicted to beaches!). A mother wants her kids to be happy, but happy with the man that she picks out and happy living and raising her grandchildren like she wants them to be raised. It must be hard to boss your kids around for their whole life and then suddenly, bam!, your advice is only wanted when needed. I really think that mothers are more attached to their children then fathers. This is due to the whole thing that men and women are wired differently. Mothers still wish to be a main figure of importance in their children's lives, and it is difficult for them to grow apart. This has to happen, but mothers don't worry. Children still value your opinion and will still come to you when a recipe goes terribly wrong, or they spill wine on their white table cloth.
All in all, every party involved in the whole marriage thing was advance warning. Unless the child elopes, there is meeting the in-laws and careful planning of a wedding (with the mother doing the most work, of course). So this separation of parent and child does not come as a surprise, but it may still be a sad day. One may say that it is a very happy day, which, of course, it is, but once you realize that their questions will be directed to their spouse and not you, you may get teary eyed for a minute, but then realize that you have three children still at home to terrorize.
I would like to end this post saying that I am very grateful for my parents. They put up with me and still give me advice without my asking. They are kind and caring and want me to succeed in life, not just in marriage. Oh, and for the record, after the terrorizing, homemade chocolate chip cookies were given out to the child with the most fear. So, I love you Mom and Dad (and step-mom and -dad) and keep up the good work. And remember, there are still more after me, so just because you may fail to marry me off, I am sure you will succeed with the younger ones. :)
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