Thursday, April 23, 2009


So there are some questions I've been thinking about the past couple of days...

1. Why do nursing majors travel in packs?
2. Why can I not stop calling people from my cell on accident?
3. Why are all guys so bad at giving anything?
4. What makes the Plasma Center think anyone would ever want to watch The Chronicles of Riddick?
5. Who was the first person to look at the udders of a Cow and say "I bet whatever liquid comes out of there tastes awesome?"
6. How did I becme addicted to Honey Nut Scooters?...and why Honey Nut Scooters?
7. How is it possible that all men look amazing in Ducati jackets?
8. Where does one get a brain like Demetri Martin?

That's about it.
It's been a good couple of days. Classes are going splendidly, and so is pretty much everything else...except for the wind. Seriously, if I jumped up in the air, I'd fly back five feet.

Quote of the Day: "Don't get caught." - Brother Whoolery

Monday, April 20, 2009

Brand Spankin New

The semester has officially started. I've moved in, met my roommates (whom I already love), went to church for the first time, and went to my first class today. This whole weekend has been so good! It was just one of those weekends where everything went right. I got to see old friends, make new friends, watched some people trip on skateboards...
As I was walking around this weekend I realized how different I feel in Rexburg as opposed to Virginia. It's weird, but here I feel more confident, like I know what my purpose is and I'm going for it. In Fairfax it's easy to get lost in 'who does what' and 'who knows who' but here it's so chill. I feel like I've made a niche for myself here and I don't really have to conform to what anyone else wants of me (except for professors, and that little Honor Code thing).
Beginning classes has also made me take a step back from everything and try to figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life. I think it all started when Dad came home, and again this morning while Obama was talking to the members of the CIA. Originally that was my ultimate career goal in life, besides moving to Hollywood and becoming famous. I wanted the stereotypical James Bond career as a clandestine agent in the CIA, but the more I think about it the more I realize that sort of dream isn't really conducive to a lot of other dreams I have. My first priority in life is to get married and have a family, and not just because it's what we're all 'supposed' to do, but because I've seen how much influence you can have in raising a family. It's the most awesome responsibility anyone could ever take on, and I want to be a part of that. But that doesn't really fit into the lifestyle I thought I wanted.
So now I'm re-evaluating everything. I'm still a Political Science major, and I'm pretty sure it's the field I want to go into, but I'm not sure I'll end up quite where I thought I would. I've been thinking more of working for the state department-- just moving away to some embassy and working there, or something like that. I've also been thinking, just a little bit, about teaching. I've always liked the idea of teaching. I've had a lot of teachers that I could definitely say have changed my life in some way. To be that one teacher for a kid would be pretty cool. But it's still just a thought for now.
Anyways, that's about all I got for now. Back to homework :)

Quote of the Day: "Don't mess with me! I killed my lover! battle!" (skies away) - Caitie Metts, the love of my life.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Reunited and it Feels So Good

So I'm finally back in Rexburg! It's so weird being back. I feel like I've been waiting to forever to get back and it's still a surprise that I'm actually here. I feel like I've been going non-stop since I've been here, just going from apartment to store to gym to friend's house to library and back again. It's so nice seeing everyone again, though, and being around campus.
So it all started when we (me and my ride) left from Salt Lake. Right off the bat we find out that we've lived in the same apartment, same room, and same bed (at different times). The drive seemed like it took forever. I forgot how long it takes... We would've made it in record time if we didn't get pulled over 15 minutes out of Rexburg. From there I met up with Caitie and we messed around in town for a while, eating Honey Nut Scooters and Pop Tarts in Porter Park and then back to her place to watch Twilight, with a stop at the gym in between.
The next day I finally started moving all my stuff into the apartment. It's so surreal being back in Nauvoo House. I thought I was done with them, but whatcha gonna do... Anyways I moved in, met two of the roommates, and then ran some errands before going to see Push with Caitie and 27 guys all named Justin. The movie's not half bad. Who knew Dakota Fanning could hold her alcohol so well. Afterwards though- probably the best part of the day. I met up with Rachel and did laundry for an hour or two. We were both so out of it by that point we were laughing at anything and everything. I don't even remember half our conversation. The best part, though, is meeting Rachel dressed completely in sweats, hair in a bun, with tons of sheets in her hand standing under a streetlight on the sidewalk, looking like the biggest creep I've ever seen in my life. Seriously, if I was a girl walking around Rexburg and I saw this 'thing' I would have STEERED CLEAR. Easily the best part of my day, besides seeing Steve and Andy! I missed those guys... all the random stories...and head rubs... Just like old times.

Well that's Rexburg so far, and so far so good.

Quote of the Day: "You'll never leave footprints in the sands of time if you're always sitting, and no one wants to make butt-prints in the sands of time."

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Peanut Butter Cup Luck

So apparently double-wrapped Peanut Buter Cups are the luckiest thing since sliced bread.

The day started out sort of slow and gloomy until Cory came to pick me up to go shopping. And she mentioned that that morning she had a Peanut Butter Cup with two of those little black wrappers around the chocolate, and that it was good luck. At first I was skeptical, but it's so true! First we get to the Gateway in Salt Lake and start shopping. It was a pretty normal shopping trip until we started getting all these awesome deals. Cory finds the perfect pair of jeans, we found sales EVERYWHERE, didn't pay for parking, delicious lunch at Macaroni Grill, bought a whole wedding gift for $4.00, and then as if all that wasn't enough-- as we're in Wal Mart buying a Hallmark card this woman comes up and starts asking us about High School Musical. We started talking about High School Musical and how it was cheesy...blah, blah, blah. Then she mentions that the reason she asked was that she was the casting director for high School Musical, and thought we had a 'good look' so she got my cell phone number and said she would call if she ever had an audition she thought I'd be interested in. It probably won't go anywhere but it was still cool.

All in all it was a good day. Got new clothes, got to spend the day with Cory, got Macaroni Grill...

Quote of the day: "Earth rocks." -the gorgeous Paul Rudd

Fivel Goes West

I'm FINALLY in Utah. It feels like I haven't been here for years. Then again that might just be because yesterday felt like a decade.

Actually yesterday really started Monday night. Lark, Mary Alice and I have a tradition that on the last night of my break we stay up late while I finish packing and watch movies and talk and eat junk food. Well that didn't actually start until about 11:00 at night... but Mary Alice and I stayed up anyways while Lark slept on the couch. We sat in my cramped, suit-case filled room while I sorted through clothes and accesories for what seemed like hours, all while watching material Girls. It felt so good to just sit and hang out with them. It really made me not want to leave. I love those girls so much. I already miss them. Anyways Mary Alice and I fell asleep on the floor around 2 in the morning, using suitcases and clothes as pillows. It was the PERFECT way to spend the last night in the house. 2 hours later I woke up for my last rehab session at the gym, then back home ot say my goodbyes. The whole morning felt so weird. I really wanted to get back out west, but I didn't want to leave home. I especially didn't want to leave my mom. I'm going to miss her more than just about anyone else. She really is my best friend.

Anyways! On to the flights... let me preface this by saying that if you have any doubt in your mind as to whether or not you're too large to fit into your seat on the airplane, go ahead and shoot for that extra seat, for the sake of everyone around you. The man sitting next to me from Virginia to Vegas was a...larger man, and Southwest's seats are already pretty small, and let's just say the math didn't quite add up. I was shoved against the window of the plane the entire ride. My back hurt so much from leaning away from him by the time I got to Vegas that I couldn't put my backpack on when I got off the plane. It was the most painful flight I'd ever been on. The next flight wasn't too bad. I finally got into Utah around 5 and met up with Erin. We headed back to the Grandparent's house, then her house, then to the BRITNEY SPEARS CONCERT! Well first we went out for dinner at Z'Tejas then to the concert. The concert was pretty tight. It didn't feel too much like a concert, actually. But the girl knows how to put on a show. The REAL fun started after the concert, waiting in the parking garage for 45 minutes playing Name That Tune. No one knows why it took the parking attendent 45 MINUTES to get everyone out of there. was fun.

And so now I'm sitting here, watching the snow fall down in the middle of April, waiting to go baby-shopping with the lovely Miss. Cory. It feels so good to be back. It's like the calm before the storm that is school. I'm so anxious to get back and start working, though. I'll probably be saying something completely different in a week, but for now I'm really looking forward to it.

Quote of the Day: "thucking geish."

Monday, April 13, 2009

April 13th, 2009


So I've had this blog for a while, hoping I'd wise up and start using it as a journal. Anyways, it's about that time. So here goes...

Dad just left for the airport after his two week leave. It's the day I've kind of been dreading for a while. It's been awesome having him home for two weeks-just knowing he's safe, with people who care about him, away from stupid people and stupid accusations (more on that later). But more than that, it's the last time I'll be able to see him until December. It's so surreal to think about it. By the time I see him again I'll be a junior in college, Isaac will have graduated, played a full football season at Marist, and put his mission papers in, Lark will be in high school, and Mary Alice will have started junior high. He'll basically be coming home to a completely different household.

Anyways, having Dad home has made me realize just how much my family means to me. As soon as he walked in the door it was like he never left. We went right back into the routine as a family, all the way down to Dad blowing spitballs during dinner. I've learned SO much in just the past two weeks, and had so many great times with the people I care about most, that it's hard to see it end. I also wish the last image my Dad had of me wasn't just waking up, with my sweats on, Broomhilda hair, no makeup, with acne medicine all over my puffy face...preparation pays off. At the same time I wish every day with my dad could be like the 'last day,' when it's really clear how much I love and appreciate him. Those of you who've known me long enough know that my relationship with my dad is sort of rocky. There aren't any bad feelings between us or anything like that, but we've had a long history of blowing up at each other. Sometimes it's incredibly hard to see him for everything he is. But at the end of the day (or at the beginning?) he loves me no matter how Viking-ish I look, or how insane I am (P.S. my last words to him were rambling on about my dream where I was sleep-walking in Giant, and accidentally bought a $539 Braves baseball cap, 4 spray bottles full of Diet Rite, 'Caddyshack,' and 13 toy Fireman's hoses. All I remember him saying was 'That's my girl, always thinking ahead.')

On the bright side, I'm so excited to get back to school. This break has felt so long and drawn-out. I just want to get back into a routine, with classes, and stress, and friends, and teachers, and the library. It's so strange thinking back to my first couple of days at college. Driving thru the town for the first time I literally started tearing up. I never ever thought I would grow to like it. Now I can't imagine going anywhere else. When I found out I got accepted as a transfer into Provo, which has been my goal ever since I was a little kid, I wasn't the least bit excited. Rexburg really has become like my home. Scratch that- it'll be home once they take away two of the THREE Subways, and put in a Target. And, people have to start handing out candy on Halloween... Halloween in Rexburg is completely unacceptable. I could also do without wind- like a really big wall to block the 80 mph gusts of wind would be awesome. Also, teased hair...and a good Chinese food restaurant. Minus those things- I love it.

So to sum up- I love my dad! So much! I hate watching him leave again. But I'm so proud of everything he's done while he's been in Iraq. He's given up so much for my family and for this country in general. I'm really grateful to be his daughter.

"Whenever I see cheesecake I want to eat it. And when I say 'eat it,' I mean swim in it. Swim in it all day long...with graham cracker floaties." -Mary Alice