Circumstance does not make the man;

It reveals him to himself.

One more:

"A noble and God-like character is not a thing of favor or chance, but is the natural result of continued effort in right thinking, the effect of long-cherished association with God-like thoughts."

That is James Allen, my friends.

FCHD Came From Heaven

I LOVE MY MAJOR.

I can't even handle it. How did I get so lucky to have a major exist that was made for me? And not only that, but I discovered what it was while I was still in high school!

Today, in my Balancing Work and Family class, we started our second unit which is all about finances and I was 100% fascinated. Seriously. For the entire class I was fully alert, soaking it all in. It was soooo interesting.

Last week I heard a lady in my biology class talking to the professor and this is basically what she said, ". . . so that's why I'm studying geology! I love rocks! I go on hikes with my kids and I always ask them, 'Now, what kind of rock is this? Why does it look like this?' I love to learn about that kind of thing."

Uhhhhhh.

And then I started thinking about it. It is so cool that people are so different and have so many different passions.

My roommate is in mechanical engineering. You should see her class schedule. It includes classes like Dynamics, Physics, Calculus, etc. I asked her what she wants to be when she grows up and she said, "I want to design sports equipment. Like running shoes. I think it would be so cool to design running shoes. And if not that, then maybe coaching. Something with track."

How crazy is that?

Lady number one can't get enough rocks in her life.

Roomie over here wants to design running shoes. Who even does that?

And then I think relationships are the most interesting thing on the planet, and seeing the reasons behind people's spending habits is what I call fun.

Ah! I love college. All three of us are here at the same place doing what we absolutely love, even though what we love could not be more opposite of each other.

It's just amazing.

Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds

Congrats to GP for getting the last movie right. Five points for you.

Now. Thirty points will be immediately awarded to the first person to correctly identify what the song is talking about that I titled this post with. I just learned this yesterday. I had no idea.

Hint: Think of the snaps game. If you know what the snaps game is, of course.

Hint numero dos: One Fine Day.

Now for the pic of the day.

I constructed this temple a few weeks back using only the items sitting on the counter and I was quite pleased with myself. There is even a little pilgrim girl Moroni on top. Presh.

Dear Mother,

Meet your replacement, a.k.a. The Hybrid:

You thought I grew up and learned to do things on my own when I moved out.

You were wrong.

Instead, I got The Hybrid as a roommate to do what you used to do.

For example: She makes me food and when it's done, everyone else will serve their own, but she will serve mine to me. You know how I hate to get my own food. This weekend alone she made me fried rice and bancan. Btw I have no idea how to spell bancan because it's Vietnamese. But that's how it sounds.

Guess what else. This whole semester my room has been a mess. I tried to clean it every once in a while, but I just couldn't do it. I told the Hybrid I needed help. So guess what. She organized all my crap and put my stuff away while I sat on a chair and told her stories of my childhood. When she was done, there were just a few things left that she didn't know where to put. So I took over and spent like 2 seconds finishing it, while she sat on the chair and talked to me about her day.

Remember when I needed you to come in my room and talk to me while I cleaned it?!

So don't worry. I'm still the same daughter you used to know and all my needs are being met.

Life is good.

Fredette about it.*

He's #32

He's the top scorer in the nation in college ball

He's wanted by every NBA team

He's worshipped to the point of sacrilege here these days

He's JIMMER FREDETTE.

Besides sinking every team we play against, receiving nation-wide attention for his pure awesomeness, and making every girl, single and married, at BYU fall in love with him, he has made me a fan of basketball, which is probably his greatest accomplishment thus far.

Last night, I joined a group of friends who were camping out for today's game. I took the 7pm-midnight shift, except it ended up being the 7pm-2:30am shift.

Yes, I sacrificed my warmth, comfort, and homework for this man, but it was totally worth


watching the Utes get Jimmered.



www.teamjimmer.com/jimmerisms

Thirty, Flirty, and Thriving

First off, 5 points to the first person to name the origin of the title of this post. And congrats to "Anonymous" for getting the last one correct. 10 points for you.

Down to business.

There are two compliments I LOVE to receive more than any other.

1. You are pretty.

2. You're only 18?!

When I hear those things, everything is right in the world.

I have not always known that I am pretty. I mean, I never thought I was ugly, I just felt eh.

But then one day I just looked in the mirror at myself (like I do every single day) and it just hit me: I am pretty!

I looked again. Wow. I can't believe I never noticed.

That was last summerish and it wasn't until then, when I knew for myself, that I heard it from others. Isn't that weird? I think it's kind of cool. So in the last 8ish months I have had more people tell me I am pretty than I have in my entire life put together. Awesome.

Oh, as a side note to this compliment, I love when people say me and my sister look alike. I have always thought she was so pretty so when people tell me we look alike I am like, "Sweet! I would love to look like her!" I still don't see the resemblance, but the compliment is nice nonetheless.

As for compliment number two, I think this one may have something to do with my sister as well. Just a little bit. She is almost two years younger than me but people ALWAYS think she is the older one. Not cool.

Aside from that, I have just never really connected with people my own age. I don't know why, but if someone is my age or older, I feel like I have to act a certain way and I am not myself. I feel kind of inferior, if that makes sense. But if someone is younger than me, it's like I don't care what they think (but not in a bad way), so I am completely myself and I have way more fun and they think I am cool too. Ya get?

But, since coming up to college, I have changed. I swear, I was BORN for college. I am repeatedly amazed at how well I fit in here. Really, there was always something a little off in my life but not anymore people! This is what I was made for.

Anyway, this semester I have had two people think I was 21. I look up to both of these people and I feel like they are so mature and cool and guess how old both of them are. . . 22! And they thought I was basically their age. That has NEVER happened to me in my whole entire life. But, you see? I am connecting with people who are actually my age and stage in life and it is awesome.

So if you want to make my day, tell me you think I am pretty and maybe 20, 21ish. I will love you forever.

Heads or Tails

A pic from my phone. Too bad I never pull out my real camera.

But it's still cute.

Banana: A Yellow Fruit

I decided that I am going to post at least a picture everyday from now until Spring Break, aka March 7th, aka one month from now. Just for fun. It can be of whatever I want and it can be as lame or as awesome as I want, ya?

And I will say whatever I feel like even if there is no story or no point to it. Just because I want to.

Now, item of business number one. Ten points to the first person who can tell me where I directly quoted the title of this post from.

Number two. Meet Sean. He's in the middle.

There is so much I could tell you about him, but I don't have time, so you'll just have to wait for when I see you in person.

Actually, here's a sneak peak:

When Sean puts on my old glasses, (you know, the giant square ones) he looks just like the grandpa from Up. It is so funny.

Also, he will do ANYTHING we ask him to, but not in a bad way. For example, the other night he seriously let me pluck his leg hairs right out of his leg. You may think that is weird, and you may be right. But I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Look what I just found! Real video footage from my phone of him letting us flip him...

He does the funniest interpretation of a peacock I have ever seen and he will cry on demand. Real flowing tears. He is also the most ticklish male I have ever seen.

Yesterday, he was wanting his hair cut and I said I would do it for him. He said yes, but then he found out that I have never cut a boy's hair before so he refused. I begged and begged and then we had a conversation that went like this:

Me: Can I PLEASE shave your hair?!

Him: NO!!! No, no, no. I am not gonna be your first time!

Pause.

Him: Haircutting.

I nearly died of laughter.

Oh there is much more I could tell you about him, but let's get to the point of all this:

Sean is going to Iraq in June. He is going to war. I cannot even grasp that.

My thoughts have definitely taken a different turn these past couple days.

War. Sean. June. I just don't get it.

Perspective shift yet again, that's for sure.

Fat.*

Remember how we all thought that I'd forget to eat in college? I was pretty sure that the notorious freshman fifteen was going to pull a reverse move on me. But, as the scale and my stomach can attest, that is definitely not the case. I eat so much. I eat when I'm bored. I eat when I'm sad. I eat when I'm happy. I eat when I'm doing homework. I eat when I'm not doing homework. I eat every time I change my socks, turn my head, or bat my eyelashes. And I don't know how I'm doing it, because I don't even have anything to eat. I spend a strict $17 dollars a week on food, so it's not like I have that much to go around. And I don't ever buy junk food, but somehow I discover myself eating it all the time.

In highschool, I used to skip breakfast and lunch most days, and it wouldn't even faze me. I basically never got hungry. I tried that the other day. Not a good idea. My stomach was growling all through class, and I couldn't focus because I was so hungry. WTF? What have I done to myself? I was supposed to be building up a resistance to hunger for the up-and-coming second coming, when a family of ten will have to make a single can of mushroom stems last for a whole week. But I guess the rule is you can't go without eating AND outrun all the monsters. That would be unfair to everyone else.

But I'll be able to outrun everyone to the grocery store at least.





Except if I get too fat, I'm not going to be able to run at all.

We had a conversation about the validity of Star Trek

I overheard someone say that today and I found it rather funny.

Anyway.

Tuesday was not the best day of my life. I left for my first class of the day at 7:11 as usual and continued through my day of non-stop education until 4ish when I went home, grabbed some food, and immediately left again for a Biology review session at 5. At 6:34 the review thing was over and all I wanted to do was go lay in my bed.

So I walked out of the Geology building toward the bus stop and it was FREEZING as it had been all day. For real, I don't think I have ever been that cold! Every time the wind would blow it felt like someone was throwing knives at my face. Not cool.

Anyway, if you know where the Geology building is in relation to the bus stop, you would know that it is one long straight walk that takes at least five minutes.

So I walked out the door and immediately saw the shuttle drive by, stopping at the bus stop.

So I ran. As fast as I could. All the way. I couldn't actually see the bus at the stop, so I thought it had probably left me by now but when I turned the corner it was still there. Sweet!

But guess what. I was like 40 feet away and it drove away. Right in front of my face.

So I kept running. I followed that flippin shuttle all the way to the next bus stop and I was praying that it would not leave me. Literally.

But again, 40 feet before I would set foot on that bus, it drove away. AGAIN.

Bah! I would either have to walk home in the freezing cold, or wait approximately 27 minutes for it to come back around, still in the freezing cold.

I was basically enraged.

But then this little silver car pulled up to the bus stop and the window rolled down. I looked inside to see this girl calling out to me.

"Were you running for the bus?"

"Ya."

"Here, get in, I'll give you a ride. I'm not a creeper."

YYEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

Her car was so warm and so comfy and took me straight to my house and I will love her forever and I will never forget it.

So here's my theory. Remember the blind lady?

What goes around comes around - in a good way too. Awesome.

{P.S. I know the hyperlink is completely unnecessary since I barely did that post, but I just thought it would be fun. I was right.}