I have all these wonderful dreams for sprucing up my blog. For one, I'm going to learn how to put pictures on it. Well, I'm going to find my camera, take pictures, and then post them. Then I'm going to add some nice music.
Then I'm going to write somewhat regularly.
Why the new resolutions?
Probably because I'm in the midst of finals.
AAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!
Okay, not that bad yet. As of half and hour ago, I've become done with two of the six little buggers. I say "become done" because nobody showed up to give the written ballet final. Today at seven to eleven I entered the RB and started reviewing French vocab for the test that was to start at eleven on the dot. At eleven on the dot my entire class entered the studio and got cozy as the proctor wasn't there yet. And we waited. And waited. And waited. And talked about boys and husbands and missionaries and hands and standards and....yeah, girl talk. :) The MDT majors started playing the piano and singing. The nervous kids (yeah, we're still kids) reviewed vocab. The confident and slightly apathetic talked. Definitely me on that one. And at eleven thirty on the dot there was still no proctor. Somebody wrote all our names on the board with a note: "We were here for the test until 11:30. Suzi's 291 Ballet Class." And then we left. On the dot.
I guess that means they're going to drop the final. Could they really make us all take it after the appointed time? I doubt it.
I'm not too devastated at this turn of events. I studied for it, but got real satisfaction out of the dance final. Now that was AMAZING!
I'm not going to make my blog more snazzy after all. I'm going to go read The Book of Mormon. :)
Love,
Erika
Monday, April 18, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
leading them on....vending machine style
I only have five minutes to write this before I have to head to American Heritage, but....yeah. You know.
Coming out of folk team today, I went to the vending machine. As I turned from the machine with my granola bar, a guy smiled at me. So I said hi. And then we talked for a couple of minutes while he microwaved his food. It was a nice conversation. Nothing too important (considering this was a vending machine conversation, that makes perfect sense.) When I was about to walk away he asked if I'd ever want to do anything and, "No, thank you. I just liked talking with you." I told him I have a boyfriend. He did not look happy (confused more like) and I felt a little bit like a witch. Leading that poor boy on by talking to him at a vending machine.
So I ask you, to spare all men that may want to talk to me in the future, should I just walk away because I have a boyfriend? Not talk? Who's more in the wrong here? Me or this culture?
Aggh.
And you can answer that question honestly. I won't take offense.
Coming out of folk team today, I went to the vending machine. As I turned from the machine with my granola bar, a guy smiled at me. So I said hi. And then we talked for a couple of minutes while he microwaved his food. It was a nice conversation. Nothing too important (considering this was a vending machine conversation, that makes perfect sense.) When I was about to walk away he asked if I'd ever want to do anything and, "No, thank you. I just liked talking with you." I told him I have a boyfriend. He did not look happy (confused more like) and I felt a little bit like a witch. Leading that poor boy on by talking to him at a vending machine.
So I ask you, to spare all men that may want to talk to me in the future, should I just walk away because I have a boyfriend? Not talk? Who's more in the wrong here? Me or this culture?
Aggh.
And you can answer that question honestly. I won't take offense.
Monday, March 14, 2011
A tidbit...
My blog is highly irregular. I know.
It's also not particularly relevant. I know.
But right now I feel like sharing one little tidbit about myself before I go shower:
When I carry my pink, plastic shower caddy into the bathroom, I will hang my lavender towel on the hook closest to the shower curtain, then set my red Wells Fargo iPod player on the little shower shelf. I'll set my iPod to random, then turn the music on. Every time a song that I don't want comes on, I'll reach through the curtain, dry my hand off, then change the song.
Tonight I'll probably listen to Reik's and Julieta Venegas' slower stuff, and maybe some Yellow Card and Dixie Chicks.
Showering is necessary me time. It's needed for the obvious reasons (baby power and dry shampoo only work on greasy roots for so long), but also for more empty-headed reasons. Mostly to empty my head. With my music playing and hot water everywhere, I don't need to think for twenty minutes. It gives my brain a break.
So that's all. Just a little tidbit.
It's also not particularly relevant. I know.
But right now I feel like sharing one little tidbit about myself before I go shower:
When I carry my pink, plastic shower caddy into the bathroom, I will hang my lavender towel on the hook closest to the shower curtain, then set my red Wells Fargo iPod player on the little shower shelf. I'll set my iPod to random, then turn the music on. Every time a song that I don't want comes on, I'll reach through the curtain, dry my hand off, then change the song.
Tonight I'll probably listen to Reik's and Julieta Venegas' slower stuff, and maybe some Yellow Card and Dixie Chicks.
Showering is necessary me time. It's needed for the obvious reasons (baby power and dry shampoo only work on greasy roots for so long), but also for more empty-headed reasons. Mostly to empty my head. With my music playing and hot water everywhere, I don't need to think for twenty minutes. It gives my brain a break.
So that's all. Just a little tidbit.
Monday, December 20, 2010
SeaTac musings
Semester's over, presents are mostly bought, and I'm on my way home. I mean that quite literally, as I'm sitting in the SeaTac airport waiting to get hungry so I can buy something before I go find my gate to hop an AK airplane and touch down two hours later on the rock.
I managed to find a seat right in front of the glass walls with a view of the tarmac. Outside, everything comes in shades of grey except for the yellow stripes on the ground. It's raining, and cold looking, and feels like home already. I have it on good authority, however, that the lake is frozen at home and that half the town is on it. I can't wait.
About ten minutes ago, two toddlers wandered to the window in front of me. The repeatedly laughed and shrieked with joy as the planes taxied around, landed, and blasted off. "Airpwane! Airpwane!" A third child, maybe just a year old, grabbed my iPod and water bottle before her father apologized and took her away.
She just came back. I had to switch my page to Facebook so her mom wouldn't think I'm a creeper, blogging about her adorable little daughter. She went for my keyboard this time and pushed a couple of keys. I only stopped her when she went for the off button. I switched my iTunes to We're Going to be Friends, the Jack Johnson song from Curious George. She danced the way only babies can make cute: squats and mini jumps.
I'm getting hungry now, but don't know what to eat. After a semester of Cannon Center food, I don't want to eat anything that's been commercially prepared. Don't get me wrong; the Cannon's really not that bad. But home cooking is going to be the star of my vacation, apart from my family and friends. I'm kind of thinking just a tuna sandwich (but don't tell my Dad.)
Have I told you how much I love airports? There's this bizarre sense of unity: everyone is trying to get everywhere. We're stressed, tired, and have airplane hair. This is a stretch, but it seems like barriers come down, because no matter what's home, you're still in an airport.
I'm also a fan of airport flirtations. Maybe there's a cute guy on the other end of the hall. He sees you. You do the "hey." He does it back. Maybe one of you smiles a little. And then you both walk away, feeling a little more attractive. No anxiety over whether or not he'll ask you out or if he already has a girlfriend. Or if you have a boyfriend.
I haven't had any airport flirtations today, for the record. I think the most memorable time was when I was flying out of Seattle to SLC a couple of years back and caught the eye of one of the baggage loaders. We laughed and made the "call me" sign and never saw each other again.
I'm hungry. It's official. I'm going to pack up my laptop, heave my ridiculously heavy backpack onto my back (dear Dad, you'd better love your Christmas present. It weighs a ton) and go eat.
Love,
Eri
I managed to find a seat right in front of the glass walls with a view of the tarmac. Outside, everything comes in shades of grey except for the yellow stripes on the ground. It's raining, and cold looking, and feels like home already. I have it on good authority, however, that the lake is frozen at home and that half the town is on it. I can't wait.
About ten minutes ago, two toddlers wandered to the window in front of me. The repeatedly laughed and shrieked with joy as the planes taxied around, landed, and blasted off. "Airpwane! Airpwane!" A third child, maybe just a year old, grabbed my iPod and water bottle before her father apologized and took her away.
She just came back. I had to switch my page to Facebook so her mom wouldn't think I'm a creeper, blogging about her adorable little daughter. She went for my keyboard this time and pushed a couple of keys. I only stopped her when she went for the off button. I switched my iTunes to We're Going to be Friends, the Jack Johnson song from Curious George. She danced the way only babies can make cute: squats and mini jumps.
I'm getting hungry now, but don't know what to eat. After a semester of Cannon Center food, I don't want to eat anything that's been commercially prepared. Don't get me wrong; the Cannon's really not that bad. But home cooking is going to be the star of my vacation, apart from my family and friends. I'm kind of thinking just a tuna sandwich (but don't tell my Dad.)
Have I told you how much I love airports? There's this bizarre sense of unity: everyone is trying to get everywhere. We're stressed, tired, and have airplane hair. This is a stretch, but it seems like barriers come down, because no matter what's home, you're still in an airport.
I'm also a fan of airport flirtations. Maybe there's a cute guy on the other end of the hall. He sees you. You do the "hey." He does it back. Maybe one of you smiles a little. And then you both walk away, feeling a little more attractive. No anxiety over whether or not he'll ask you out or if he already has a girlfriend. Or if you have a boyfriend.
I haven't had any airport flirtations today, for the record. I think the most memorable time was when I was flying out of Seattle to SLC a couple of years back and caught the eye of one of the baggage loaders. We laughed and made the "call me" sign and never saw each other again.
I'm hungry. It's official. I'm going to pack up my laptop, heave my ridiculously heavy backpack onto my back (dear Dad, you'd better love your Christmas present. It weighs a ton) and go eat.
Love,
Eri
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Lord help the mister who comes between me and my sister
My sister Brittany rocks. I love David and Olivia half to death, and miss them like crazy. I brag about them way too much because they're just so dang cool. But Brittany posted a new blog today.
http://thailandandi.wordpress.com/2010/10/12/brittany-is-asked-to-share-someone-elses-grass-and-is-chased-by-a-zombie/
Read it. Comment on it. Embrace it.
I'm just so blessed to have such a funny, talented, enthusiastic, brilliant sixteen year old sister.
My family rocks.
P.S. Sorry the link didn't work out. Just copy and paste it.
http://thailandandi.wordpress.com/2010/10/12/brittany-is-asked-to-share-someone-elses-grass-and-is-chased-by-a-zombie/
Read it. Comment on it. Embrace it.
I'm just so blessed to have such a funny, talented, enthusiastic, brilliant sixteen year old sister.
My family rocks.
P.S. Sorry the link didn't work out. Just copy and paste it.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Midterms and ADR!
More proof that I am *barely* on the go.
Midterms. Oh how I hate them. It's not that the tests themselves are that bad. It's just the time that it takes to prepare. Right now, instead of typing this, I should be preparing for my Business midterm. I'm a little worried. Cramming is only effective when you have enough time to cram, right? Well, I'm taking that test tomorrow, like it or...well, I definitely don't like it. Here's my plan for the next couple o' days:
Today: Study for Business midterm. Go to Farmers Market. Possibly get covered in blue foam. (What sadist* decided it'd be fun to put Homecoming and midterms on the same week?)
Friday: Cram for Business midterm. Take Business midterm. Start 4-6 page personal narrative. Sleep by midnight.
Saturday: Homecoming Parade! (I'll be dancing in it, so it's not negotiable and merits the extra sleep.) Take the bus to Bountiful. Finish 4-6 page personal narrative and email it to my Writing professor before 5pm. Go to my lovely cousin Sarah's baby shower. :) Start Spanish presentation, much to the annoyance of Angela, I'm sure. Sorry Ang, I'm not going to be much fun.
Sunday: Church. Family. Rest. Hallelujah. And if I finish all of that I could get a head start on my Book of Mormon homework....Or write some letters/postcards....Or catch up in my journal....or make some cun~apes for Spanish class.
Monday: Spanish presentation. Dangit.
Does it ever end? Not really. On the slightly less grey side, I have learned a little in my Business class. Here's an analogy to help you out:
College is like finance. You may be completely loaded down with debt (homework), but should NOT give up on your 401(k) plan (an enjoyable life, social time, and time to chill a little.) You can make taking care of your debts the only priority and put absolutely no money into your 401(k) until you're debt-free, but then when you are, you'll have missed out on years of tax-free, employer-matched money. I could give all of my homework all of my attention all of the time, but when it's finally done (after graduation) I will have no social life to speak of from my college years. No friends (except those that I study with), no silly memories, awkward dates etc. There must be balance in all things. In college, you can't have your cake and eat it too. But you can eat half of it and keep the other half.
Moral of the story: If you are in a position to open a 401(k) account but aren't because you're up to your nostrils in debt, you're being silly. Also, look into an Accelerated Debt Reduction plan. I almost** wish I had debt so that I could put an ADR to good use. That's how cool they are.
Love,
Erika
*If you are said "sadist," I was speaking figuratively. I don't really think you're a sadist. Don't be offended, please.
**If you're in charge of tossing the dice of fate, I don't really want debt. Again, that was me taking a bit of artistic license to make a point.
Midterms. Oh how I hate them. It's not that the tests themselves are that bad. It's just the time that it takes to prepare. Right now, instead of typing this, I should be preparing for my Business midterm. I'm a little worried. Cramming is only effective when you have enough time to cram, right? Well, I'm taking that test tomorrow, like it or...well, I definitely don't like it. Here's my plan for the next couple o' days:
Today: Study for Business midterm. Go to Farmers Market. Possibly get covered in blue foam. (What sadist* decided it'd be fun to put Homecoming and midterms on the same week?)
Friday: Cram for Business midterm. Take Business midterm. Start 4-6 page personal narrative. Sleep by midnight.
Saturday: Homecoming Parade! (I'll be dancing in it, so it's not negotiable and merits the extra sleep.) Take the bus to Bountiful. Finish 4-6 page personal narrative and email it to my Writing professor before 5pm. Go to my lovely cousin Sarah's baby shower. :) Start Spanish presentation, much to the annoyance of Angela, I'm sure. Sorry Ang, I'm not going to be much fun.
Sunday: Church. Family. Rest. Hallelujah. And if I finish all of that I could get a head start on my Book of Mormon homework....Or write some letters/postcards....Or catch up in my journal....or make some cun~apes for Spanish class.
Monday: Spanish presentation. Dangit.
Does it ever end? Not really. On the slightly less grey side, I have learned a little in my Business class. Here's an analogy to help you out:
College is like finance. You may be completely loaded down with debt (homework), but should NOT give up on your 401(k) plan (an enjoyable life, social time, and time to chill a little.) You can make taking care of your debts the only priority and put absolutely no money into your 401(k) until you're debt-free, but then when you are, you'll have missed out on years of tax-free, employer-matched money. I could give all of my homework all of my attention all of the time, but when it's finally done (after graduation) I will have no social life to speak of from my college years. No friends (except those that I study with), no silly memories, awkward dates etc. There must be balance in all things. In college, you can't have your cake and eat it too. But you can eat half of it and keep the other half.
Moral of the story: If you are in a position to open a 401(k) account but aren't because you're up to your nostrils in debt, you're being silly. Also, look into an Accelerated Debt Reduction plan. I almost** wish I had debt so that I could put an ADR to good use. That's how cool they are.
Love,
Erika
*If you are said "sadist," I was speaking figuratively. I don't really think you're a sadist. Don't be offended, please.
**If you're in charge of tossing the dice of fate, I don't really want debt. Again, that was me taking a bit of artistic license to make a point.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Sleepless at the Y
Oh for goodness' sake! It has been awhile, hasn't it? Sadly, this can't even be a decent post, as I've got to get to my Personal Finance class in ten minutes and really must buy some sort of candy before then. I'm really not a huge candy junkie. I don't need it often. No, today candy will be my last ditch effort to stay awake during class. Ugh.
Last night I went to World of Dance (AMAZING!) and then made a couple of calls. I got in just after ten. That's really not too late, even if I hadn't started my homework. Sadly, I chose to ignore my pretty little post-it note that says, "No Facebook after 10pm if Homework is not Complete!" I thought I'd only check. Honestly. But then I saw my dearest Mommy was online and I had some things to discuss with her (ahem. Like my ridiculously impulsive phone call to a modeling agency.) Then, perhaps three quarters of an hour later, Brittany got online. I never see that girl, ever. Probably because she's in Thailand living the life and I'm at college living the other life. With that in mind, I simply had to chat with her. When I was finally able to drag myself away from FB and my family, it must have been close to midnight.
I did homework until two then decided I could not tell if Alma was good or the antichrist anymore (Book of Mormon homework.) I hit the hay, got up at six and finished that assignment.
Negative consequences of my networking: I nodded off now and then in Book of Mormon and Spanish. Those are even slightly interactive classes! Personal Finance is in a lecture hall. No one would notice if I didn't go, let alone slept through the whole thing. That is why I need candy. I'm hoping the sugar rush and flavor will keep me awake.
Wish me luck!!
Erika
P.S. Don't let me chat with you late at night on a school night if I have homework. I can't control myself.
Last night I went to World of Dance (AMAZING!) and then made a couple of calls. I got in just after ten. That's really not too late, even if I hadn't started my homework. Sadly, I chose to ignore my pretty little post-it note that says, "No Facebook after 10pm if Homework is not Complete!" I thought I'd only check. Honestly. But then I saw my dearest Mommy was online and I had some things to discuss with her (ahem. Like my ridiculously impulsive phone call to a modeling agency.) Then, perhaps three quarters of an hour later, Brittany got online. I never see that girl, ever. Probably because she's in Thailand living the life and I'm at college living the other life. With that in mind, I simply had to chat with her. When I was finally able to drag myself away from FB and my family, it must have been close to midnight.
I did homework until two then decided I could not tell if Alma was good or the antichrist anymore (Book of Mormon homework.) I hit the hay, got up at six and finished that assignment.
Negative consequences of my networking: I nodded off now and then in Book of Mormon and Spanish. Those are even slightly interactive classes! Personal Finance is in a lecture hall. No one would notice if I didn't go, let alone slept through the whole thing. That is why I need candy. I'm hoping the sugar rush and flavor will keep me awake.
Wish me luck!!
Erika
P.S. Don't let me chat with you late at night on a school night if I have homework. I can't control myself.
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