BYU adventure

I went to the BYU today to use their library.
Complaint #1 - no parking
Complaint #2 - campus is really big and quiet because no one talks to each other
Complaint #3 - the HBLL is GINORMOUS. I had to go to 3 different rooms to find 4 books on the same subject
Complaint #4 - I gave a dollar to a copy machine that didn't work and wouldn't give me my dollar back. Then I found another copy machine, gave it another dollar, made 4 copies and forgot to get my change
Complaint #5 - I was walking around so much and so frustrated that I got some pretty heinous side-aches, which I think are actually contractions

Redeeming Quality - I saw cousin Lauralee and we chatted on my way back to my car.



UVSC Complaint #1 - Vending machine prices are skyrocketing, I can't believe there's a market out there for 80 cent bags of skittles.

The Devil's Food

I read the "Screwtape Letters" at work today. I'd never read them before and thought it was really good. The theme I caught most powerfully was Selfishness. It seemed to be everywhere. What did you think when you read it?

Pregnancy Post

I realized last night that in the not too distant future, this baby will actually want to be on the outside of me. This is unfortunate because I'm quite comfortable with things as they are. I could go on being pregnant for a while, and at this point, it seems a better, although misguided, goal than the reality of the situation brings.

A Word on Tedium

There are 116-118 elements on the periodic table. Let me tell you how I know this.

Yesterday my boss asked me to use her label maker and print out the atomic mass numbers because the 4 charts she bought for the tutoring center lacked that pertinent information. After printing they then had to be trimmed down to fit in the space allotted. So 116 x 4 = over 7 hours of work and a minor case of carpal tunnel.
And while this sucks, I figure it's the least I can do to earn my wage, rather than sitting around doing my homework.

See, I'm Awkward

Yesterday evening Ben and I were in Salt Lake for our ward youth conference, we had a speaker (Jon Bytheway) and we went to dinner at the Joseph Smith Memorial Building (the Roof). Once we got back to Orem and dropped off the teacher we were shuttling we remembered that we didn't have any sacrament bread for today so we'd have to stop at Target on the way.

I was exhausted so I sat in the food court area while Ben fetched the bread and some other necessities. While I was waiting I spied coming towards me a guy I work with. We aren't particularly friends but we usually say hi even though we don't really want to do so. At this juncture he was holding hands with some manner of girlfriend. So in an effort to avoid awkwardness I had a few options, I could look away, find something distracting on or around me - but instead of these practical, believable methods, I just closed my eyes. This way he didn't have to say hi to me and I didn't have to acknowledge that I saw him when he walked right in front of me.
Told you I'm afraid of people.

If Not For You

There are some days when
you are just sitting around --
unimpressive and idling
the hours by with mindless activities--
taking stock of your moderately
moderate
life

then your friend Bob Dylan
pops up on iTunes and you know
that there are still
things to make you smile.
Like a raspy
steady
monotone
voice.


Thanks Bob.

Overcompensation

I got a haircut yesterday.
I find it ironic that the hairstylist can put 5-6 different products in your hair and your hair still feels very natural and un-product-y.
But when I try to put even one bit of product in my hair it invariably makes my hair both look and feel nasty.

Probably because as an amateur, I want to make sure that the product is going into effect, and I can only tell when I can see or feel it in there, and by then it's too late.