"Did I not speak peace to your mind concerning the matter? What greater witness can you have than from God?"
-Doctrine & Covenants 6:23
Translation: You have your answer from Heaven. Why are you asking for more?
Merry Christmas everyone! I found this scripture tonight when I was catching up on some seminary work and like it so much that I highlighted it with sky-blue pencil and wrote it down in my notebook. If there's one thing I do most, it's looking for an answer after I already have the most important one. As a Christmas present, I'm offering you this verse along with some good old-fashioned advice: KISS. Keep it simple, stupid (or silly, or Susan, if that happens to be your name.) Don't overcomplicate things and everything will work out.
XOXO and Merry Christmas. And now Happy New Year as well.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
An Alaskan Nutcracker
OPENING NIGHT WAS FANTASTIC!!!!!!!!
Let me gush for a moment:
I'm so glad to live in Sitka where I can dance and sing....but especially dance, after tonight.
I didn't have any of the big solos, but I wore a pretty red dress and pointe shoes. I didn't mess up....well, a little, but not enough to wreck anything. I hurt my shoulder during warm-ups but got through the entire show smiling.
And even while I know I'm not the best dancer in the world, and will probably never even be pro, there is nothing I'd rather do right now than exactly what I'm doing.
My best friends were up there looking for all the world like the Seniors that we are, and at the same time I was in a show with one of my little sisters and my brother, and my mom.
And I knew out in the audience my dad sat with my baby sister....who actually had a bloody nose for most of the second act.
And to think this morning I was missing Spanish speaking countries again.....well, I still miss them, but I feel so incredibly lucky to grow up here, in all the wet and cold and pot fumes (haha, kidding.) and dance and family and craziness that is my life.
I felt so beautiful tonight. I felt like everyone was beautiful.
Okay, done gushing.
Let me gush for a moment:
I'm so glad to live in Sitka where I can dance and sing....but especially dance, after tonight.
I didn't have any of the big solos, but I wore a pretty red dress and pointe shoes. I didn't mess up....well, a little, but not enough to wreck anything. I hurt my shoulder during warm-ups but got through the entire show smiling.
And even while I know I'm not the best dancer in the world, and will probably never even be pro, there is nothing I'd rather do right now than exactly what I'm doing.
My best friends were up there looking for all the world like the Seniors that we are, and at the same time I was in a show with one of my little sisters and my brother, and my mom.
And I knew out in the audience my dad sat with my baby sister....who actually had a bloody nose for most of the second act.
And to think this morning I was missing Spanish speaking countries again.....well, I still miss them, but I feel so incredibly lucky to grow up here, in all the wet and cold and pot fumes (haha, kidding.) and dance and family and craziness that is my life.
I felt so beautiful tonight. I felt like everyone was beautiful.
Okay, done gushing.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Bored Ramblings--warning you
I'm procrastinating my American Government homework, again. Will colleges want me if I can't even write a Current Event? Correction, I can write a dang good Current Event. I just don't want to.
Another day in this paradise (highschool) is coming to an end in....twenty minutes. Hallelujah. This week lasts, for all real intent and purposes, after Wednesday. I have plenty of good intentions to do college applications and homework all weekend, but will I? He hee.....we'll see. I'll tell you then. When I'm procrastinating it.
Right now I'm flanked by two very studly, manly, sexy freshmen boys. Oxymoron? Nah, they're friends. I feel a little left out though, seeing as they both have blonde hair and blue eyes. Oh well. I have a different set of (obviously superior)chromosomes.
No tengo ninguna idea que debo decir ahora.......estoy aburrido y los chicos no estan ayudandome pensar sobre que puedo escribir.
Sorry to have wasted your time with this. I realize I've said nothing of importance here. But I love you still!
Another day in this paradise (highschool) is coming to an end in....twenty minutes. Hallelujah. This week lasts, for all real intent and purposes, after Wednesday. I have plenty of good intentions to do college applications and homework all weekend, but will I? He hee.....we'll see. I'll tell you then. When I'm procrastinating it.
Right now I'm flanked by two very studly, manly, sexy freshmen boys. Oxymoron? Nah, they're friends. I feel a little left out though, seeing as they both have blonde hair and blue eyes. Oh well. I have a different set of (obviously superior)chromosomes.
No tengo ninguna idea que debo decir ahora.......estoy aburrido y los chicos no estan ayudandome pensar sobre que puedo escribir.
Sorry to have wasted your time with this. I realize I've said nothing of importance here. But I love you still!
Saturday, November 7, 2009
College Quest: Part I
Wow, it's been awhile! Life got so hectic for a bit that I was putting off homework to do other homework, not to blog. But I'm back now. Miss me much? For a quick catch up:
The College Search is On! It's ridiculous. I have college books in the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room, next to my bed....whenever I roll over, or stand up, or sit down, I grab one in an attempt to be more informed before I make my decision. This is, if anything, making my choice even harder. Where do I go-ooo-oo? I look into a school, grab onto it, then lose interest within a couple of weeks. So Whitman's tree:human ratio isn't actually 3:1? No longer my top school. USU has little in the dance department? It loses rank on my ever-changing list. This pattern continues.
The only schools that haven't changed are my back-ups, or ''safety'' schools.
Speaking of, for awhile I had no idea how to classify a school as ''safety'' or ''reach.'' It seemed like a lot of the places I was looking at could be called safety schools, or at least There's-a-pretty-good-chance-I'll-get-in schools. Mom introduced me to this lovely little site however, that at least gives me a general idea of what I can call safety, and what I can call reach.
www.cappex.com has a ''What are my chances?'' calendar. You fill out a little profile, complete with GPA and SAT scores, and based on those numbers, it shows where you rank next to everyone else who applies and is accepted there. I don't think this can be taken entirely at face value, though. It's based mostly on numbers.
Anyway, with no end in sight, I continue the search. Where? When? Who would I meet there? How's the weather? Can I afford it? I'm looking for The One. I'm beginning to think it's a hopeless quest. I didn't grow up knowing where I'd go. I don't wear any one set of colors with pride. I'm going to apply, then I'm going to close my eyes and point. And that's where I'll go.
Except that leaves entirely too much up to chance. So I won't.
The College Search is On! It's ridiculous. I have college books in the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room, next to my bed....whenever I roll over, or stand up, or sit down, I grab one in an attempt to be more informed before I make my decision. This is, if anything, making my choice even harder. Where do I go-ooo-oo? I look into a school, grab onto it, then lose interest within a couple of weeks. So Whitman's tree:human ratio isn't actually 3:1? No longer my top school. USU has little in the dance department? It loses rank on my ever-changing list. This pattern continues.
The only schools that haven't changed are my back-ups, or ''safety'' schools.
Speaking of, for awhile I had no idea how to classify a school as ''safety'' or ''reach.'' It seemed like a lot of the places I was looking at could be called safety schools, or at least There's-a-pretty-good-chance-I'll-get-in schools. Mom introduced me to this lovely little site however, that at least gives me a general idea of what I can call safety, and what I can call reach.
www.cappex.com has a ''What are my chances?'' calendar. You fill out a little profile, complete with GPA and SAT scores, and based on those numbers, it shows where you rank next to everyone else who applies and is accepted there. I don't think this can be taken entirely at face value, though. It's based mostly on numbers.
Anyway, with no end in sight, I continue the search. Where? When? Who would I meet there? How's the weather? Can I afford it? I'm looking for The One. I'm beginning to think it's a hopeless quest. I didn't grow up knowing where I'd go. I don't wear any one set of colors with pride. I'm going to apply, then I'm going to close my eyes and point. And that's where I'll go.
Except that leaves entirely too much up to chance. So I won't.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Unfriending rules
Today as been, in a word, slow, but by no means unsatisfactory. It was full of chill time, family bonding time, and vegging time. If only it were a three day weekend so I could justify my lack of doing anything important (that is, scholastic.) One again, I failed to do homework, and my SAT II Spanish test studies have been limited to reading the practice book while brushing my teeth. Admittedly, I brush my teeth for quite a long time, and am actually learning from these mini study sessions. But yes, I chilled.
Upon waking (at the glorious hour of 9:45...no Nutcracker!) I checked my Facebook. I'm a bit of an addict. I tried to look up an old friend, only to find I had been deleted from his contact list! What is the etiquette that goes along with unfriending someone? Sure, I've deleted several people, but only because I really didn't like them, or had no memory of ever meeting them. Now, maybe he really doesn't like me, because I'm certain he remembers me. Or are there different rules that apply to Facebook friends that I just don't know about?
As sad as this is, what's worse is that it's the second time it's happened in the last two months. Have I suddenly become a cyber-leper?
This is irrational. Whether or not I'm a Facebook friend with someone shouldn't matter. They're still very nice people, and I'm still, you know, me. But hey, maybe I want to Facebook stalk you! (Or maybe that's why they unfriended me. I guess that'd make sense....) Maybe I should thank them. FB stalking someone can't be too healthy. At the very least it's a waste of time.
And with that I bid you tonight. Pray tomorrow I'll be more coherent. :)
Upon waking (at the glorious hour of 9:45...no Nutcracker!) I checked my Facebook. I'm a bit of an addict. I tried to look up an old friend, only to find I had been deleted from his contact list! What is the etiquette that goes along with unfriending someone? Sure, I've deleted several people, but only because I really didn't like them, or had no memory of ever meeting them. Now, maybe he really doesn't like me, because I'm certain he remembers me. Or are there different rules that apply to Facebook friends that I just don't know about?
As sad as this is, what's worse is that it's the second time it's happened in the last two months. Have I suddenly become a cyber-leper?
This is irrational. Whether or not I'm a Facebook friend with someone shouldn't matter. They're still very nice people, and I'm still, you know, me. But hey, maybe I want to Facebook stalk you! (Or maybe that's why they unfriended me. I guess that'd make sense....) Maybe I should thank them. FB stalking someone can't be too healthy. At the very least it's a waste of time.
And with that I bid you tonight. Pray tomorrow I'll be more coherent. :)
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Munkins and Comfort
So I've been sitting here for the last however long, listening to Taylor Swift and trying to come up with something witty or impressive to say. This is all I got:
My toes are cold.
That's really about it. My fingers and toes are feeling pretty icy. My slippers have disappeared to that magical land where all lost slippers end up, and digging up enough effort to find a blanket or my munkin would take me away from the computer, then I would never get this blog in.
Oh, but how great does my munkin sound right now! You're saying, Erika, what in the name of all that is Blustery is a munkin? You wouldn't, seeing as I made up the word years ago. The joy of dancing around in my munkin made me think of the joyful little munchkins from The Wizard of Oz, and some how my less-developed but more-creative mind came up with the name munkin.
A munkin is warmth itself. It is perfection in a blankety-robey-pratically-sleeping-baggy thing. Fleece footy pajamas, without the feet. Kind of like those ''Snuggies'' (which I read somewhere were a big turn off as mothers' day gifts. I don't know why. I'd love one.)
I got my first munkin when I was but a wee little lass. I honestly don't remember when. It was red, and incredible, and I made sure to wear it on Christmas. Brittany got one in green. The problem was, in all the excitement of Christmas I quickly overheated and had to remove the beloved garment.
A couple of years ago Mom got me a new one. It's baby blue with white cuffs, and I love it. Unfortunately, it's a bit short in the arms and legs, so I have to find long socks to go with it. Small price to pay for the most cozy covering ever!
Moral of the story? I love my munkin.
My toes are cold.
That's really about it. My fingers and toes are feeling pretty icy. My slippers have disappeared to that magical land where all lost slippers end up, and digging up enough effort to find a blanket or my munkin would take me away from the computer, then I would never get this blog in.
Oh, but how great does my munkin sound right now! You're saying, Erika, what in the name of all that is Blustery is a munkin? You wouldn't, seeing as I made up the word years ago. The joy of dancing around in my munkin made me think of the joyful little munchkins from The Wizard of Oz, and some how my less-developed but more-creative mind came up with the name munkin.
A munkin is warmth itself. It is perfection in a blankety-robey-pratically-sleeping-baggy thing. Fleece footy pajamas, without the feet. Kind of like those ''Snuggies'' (which I read somewhere were a big turn off as mothers' day gifts. I don't know why. I'd love one.)
I got my first munkin when I was but a wee little lass. I honestly don't remember when. It was red, and incredible, and I made sure to wear it on Christmas. Brittany got one in green. The problem was, in all the excitement of Christmas I quickly overheated and had to remove the beloved garment.
A couple of years ago Mom got me a new one. It's baby blue with white cuffs, and I love it. Unfortunately, it's a bit short in the arms and legs, so I have to find long socks to go with it. Small price to pay for the most cozy covering ever!
Moral of the story? I love my munkin.
Friday, October 9, 2009
What's in a Name?
Bearly on the go? Don't you mean barely on the go?
Why is this my name? It's actually pretty simple...Let's decode it!
Bear: Did you read Bolivian Bear by chance? I thought I'd carry my nickname into this blog too.
Bear-ly on the Go: So I'm Bear. And I'm on the Go. To somewhere. The thing is, I just don't know where yet! This year is more than just a senior year. This year is me figuring out where I fit in again at home, school, even the US. I'm also preparing for college, frantically trying to figure out where to go. Then there's dance, and testing, and family, and maybe making a little money, or Heaven forbid! finding enough spare time to sit and read a book.
However, I am a world-class procrastinator. I might sound busy, and I am, but it's partially because I put off everything I do until it's the last minute.
In fact, that's kind of why I made this blog: to have another reason to put off my Global Issues homework!
Anyway, that's why I'm Bear-ly on the Go!
Why is this my name? It's actually pretty simple...Let's decode it!
Bear: Did you read Bolivian Bear by chance? I thought I'd carry my nickname into this blog too.
Bear-ly on the Go: So I'm Bear. And I'm on the Go. To somewhere. The thing is, I just don't know where yet! This year is more than just a senior year. This year is me figuring out where I fit in again at home, school, even the US. I'm also preparing for college, frantically trying to figure out where to go. Then there's dance, and testing, and family, and maybe making a little money, or Heaven forbid! finding enough spare time to sit and read a book.
However, I am a world-class procrastinator. I might sound busy, and I am, but it's partially because I put off everything I do until it's the last minute.
In fact, that's kind of why I made this blog: to have another reason to put off my Global Issues homework!
Anyway, that's why I'm Bear-ly on the Go!
Sunday, October 4, 2009
The 1st Frantic Paragraph
Formatting is not my strong point. It never was. Probably never will be. For this I apologize, since this page isn't nearly as snazzy as I'm sure it could be if I were any good at formatting.
But that's beside the point. The main point of this ridiculous little post is to say Hi! I'm Erika. I'm here, writing again, because I missed Bolivianbear (and kinda hope you do too!) and hoped to squish one more little thing into my already smushed life. Don't expect Bear-ly on the Go! to be like Bolivianbear though....that was pretty reflective, and this will probably just be the franticly typed paragraph here and there. Still, if you like what you see, or you're my father who comments on everything I write, leave me a comment and I will love you for it.
There are my frantic paragraphs for now. I'm off to walk Starrgavin, make punkin (pumpkin) bread, and maybe even do some homework. If I'm lucky, in bed before midnight? Doubtful.
But that's beside the point. The main point of this ridiculous little post is to say Hi! I'm Erika. I'm here, writing again, because I missed Bolivianbear (and kinda hope you do too!) and hoped to squish one more little thing into my already smushed life. Don't expect Bear-ly on the Go! to be like Bolivianbear though....that was pretty reflective, and this will probably just be the franticly typed paragraph here and there. Still, if you like what you see, or you're my father who comments on everything I write, leave me a comment and I will love you for it.
There are my frantic paragraphs for now. I'm off to walk Starrgavin, make punkin (pumpkin) bread, and maybe even do some homework. If I'm lucky, in bed before midnight? Doubtful.
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