This semester I often have breaks in between my classes, so I tend to either go catch up on the TV shows I've missed during the week on my laptop in the library (because who goes there to study), or I'll go eat my lunch in the Wilkinson Center. Whenever I choose the Wilkinson Center, it always happens to be at the busiest time (Whether it's 11:00 or 2:00, it always seems to be the busiest!).
This causes problems.
As I walk throughout the eating area, I try and first spot a seat at one of the tables around the edge of the room, as they are meant for only one or two people, and you can often times plug in a computer cord. This is my ideal choice because a) I can be on my laptop (which makes me appear like less of a loser for having no one to sit with), and b) I don't feel dumb sitting by myself.
Anyways, these table are usually taken, so I then search for one of the bigger tables. Typically I can find one. However, sometimes this is not the case and I am forced to make a terrible decision. Either go sit outside (which isn't that terrible, but I don't like doing this), or sit at a table where someone else is sitting. Now, this may not seem like a life or death situation, but I assure you, it is. After having talked to many people about if it's weird or not for someone you don't know to come sit by you in the cougar eat, I have come to the conclusion, many people think it's odd. Me, on the other hand, would be totally okay with it (especially if the person was an attractive male), but I guess I'm not up on social norms. However, in attempts not to make people feel awkward, I never know if I should sit at one of these random tables that has four open seats, but only one occupied. Should I risk making someone feel exceedingly awkward**, or suck it up and perhaps meet someone really awesome? And, if I sit with someone, should I tell them my name, or act as if they do not exist? Thoughts?
**Although, like I said, I typically love when random people come sit by me in the library or the cougar eat, I had a sufficiently awkward experience . This random guy came up to me and asked if he could sit with me. Even though I was doing some homework, I told him sure, and he proceeded to sit down. It was obvious I was kind of busy, but he proceeded to talk to me. After telling me his name, the first thing he said was, "I have a very strong feeling that I should do something right now." At first I thought he was going to tell me he had a revelation that he should ask me out, but luckily it wasn't that. He went on to tell me that he had a very strong feeling that he should serve his mission in January, rather than wait until Winter Semester was over, but he didn't know if he should trust that, because ALL of his revelations come in dreams. I was just like . . . Wow, that's pretty intense. I don't think I've ever had a revelation in a dream. I guess you'd better pray about it. And he went on for 20 minutes about this situation. I had no idea what to tell him. Eventually it was just weird, so I kindly said I had to go . . . Which I technically did. You can only sit in the cougar eat so long. But yes, this experience has made me weary of sitting by people. I don't want to be the creeper telling someone about my revelations.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Cameron=Gym
Today as I was driving along, an advertisement came on the radio for Gold's Gym. For some reason I have always been biased against this gym, as I have had this weird stigma attached to it that it is really crappy. I have no idea why. Anyways, the advertisement was talking about at 16$ a month for 16 months deal. Lately I have been trying to cut costs, and the gym is one that has been sneaking to the top of the "wants, not needs" lists. The other day I even tried out the BYU gym again. Yeah, epic fail. Half the machines don't work, and there weren't even any cute guys. Isn't that the main reason for gyming? Anyways, so I go home and I call Gold's Gym . . .
Here's the conversation
Girl at Front Desk (in an oddly chipper voice): Hello! This is Gold's gym, how can we help your fitness today?
Me: Hi! I was just listening to the radio and I heard an advertisement for a membership that costs 16$. Is that true, or am I totally just making this up?
GFD: Nope! That is definitely a special here. Let me go ahead and transfer you over to a sale representative.
...*voice talking about GOld's gym goes on for a few seconds"
Carlos: Hello! This is Carlos, how may I help you?
Me: Hey I was wondering if you could give me more information on this 16$ a month membership.
Carlos: Of course, Love. What are you doing right now?
Me: Um, I'm just sitting on my bed.
Carlos: Well why aren't you here yet? Come on over and we can talk about memberships, I'll give you a free workout, and lots of other free stuff.
Me: Okay. I have to work at 7--
Carlos: Don't even worry, we'll be done before then. I will see you in 10 minutes.
Me: Uhhh sure! I'll be there soon.
Carlos: It's a date love. See you soon
(He had a sweet latino accent. I couldn't resist..and he looked like this
So I drive over to Gold's gym, and walk to the front desk. I have to admit, I was impressed with how sweet the gym was. It wasn't the ghetto-trash hole I was expecting (once again, I have no idea where this came from). The girl tells me to go sit down and fill out some paper work. So I do, and over comes my new best friend, Carlos. He's like "LOVE! So good to see you. Do you mind if our new employee joins us?" What am I supposed to say "No, I want to spend all this time with you. Alone." Right. So this other guy comes over, very short (more so than myself), but very attractive. He introduces himself. Notices that I said I was single on my guest information thing, and decides to tell me he is single as well. Awkward. He was shorter than me. So they go over some stuff with me, and then take me on a tour of the sweet gym. Seriously, the machines make 24 hour fitness look junky. Each machine has a tv, which you can watch whatever channel you want, and plug your iPod into. The machine screen is completely animated, and you can even have a virtual personal trainer. And if you want, you can bring a flash drive and save information about your workouts to it. Awesome right? They also have this really cool room called the "Fitness Cinema", where it has a bunch of machines that are in the dark, and there is a huge movie screen with a movie showing. It was cool.
So after we walked around, they asked me if I would like a membership. They showed me the cheapest membership, and that I had to pay the first month right then, plus a 99$ activation fee. Um, no thanks. I put on my flirt, tell them it's a bit much, and Carlos, being the best friend that he is, tells me he'll waive both fees, and I won't have to pay til December, and my monthly dues would be 25$. I'm like, okay, that sounds reasonable, but what about this 16$ a month membership. He then proceeds to tell me that I would have to pay 500$ upfront. Once again, no thank you. I have no money. So we go about the paperwork, and Carlos tells me that if I pay 530$ right then, I would really be paying 20$ a month. Didn't I just tell him I didn't have 500$? Thought so. So he then tells me he could split it into payments, and I could pay 150$ right then, and then a few more payments. I once again tell him that I am trying to pay off my credit card and really can't spare 150$. Eventually he gets down to me paying 50$ right now, and then 5 more payments of 99$, and it would all together be 20$ a month. It was tempting, but I just had to say no. Parents, be proud of me. He even brought over a guy named Cameron (different one) who was really cute, to try and persuade me. But I resisted. He just told me he was trying to help me save money. But he just didn't understand that I don't even have 500$ to my name. Silly Carlos. Anyways, I get signed up for the gym. 5$ less than 24 hour fitness, which isn't a lot, but oh well. But the title of this post. I have found that every (ie, three) guy that works at a gym's name is Cameron. Last year I befriended one of the desks attendees at hte BYU gym, and his name was Kameron. We even went on a couple dates. Of the three guys I associated with today at the gym, two were named Cameron. And although in order for this to be a legitimate sample size there would need to be more names surveyed, I have come to the conclusion that if you are named Cameron, you will likely work at a gym.
And by the way, one of the Cameron's? Totally hit it off with him (even though that's part of their job). He was way cute, tall, athletic...and best of all...He's going to be a DENTIST. Basically, we'll be getting married soon. Look for an invitation in the mail.
The other Cameron guy...the short one? He was talking about how he was short, so I asked him how tall he was. He was like "on a good day 5'4, but usually about 5'3". I'm like...Oh that's cool! Nothing wrong with that...I love short people. Foot in Mouth. He told me he thought I was awesome though and he looked forward to getting to know me. Me, him, and the other Cameron became best friends almost. I actually flirted with them without getting all shy, like I usually do around cute guys....But this dilemma is for another day, another post.
And that is all.
Here's the conversation
Girl at Front Desk (in an oddly chipper voice): Hello! This is Gold's gym, how can we help your fitness today?
Me: Hi! I was just listening to the radio and I heard an advertisement for a membership that costs 16$. Is that true, or am I totally just making this up?
GFD: Nope! That is definitely a special here. Let me go ahead and transfer you over to a sale representative.
...*voice talking about GOld's gym goes on for a few seconds"
Carlos: Hello! This is Carlos, how may I help you?
Me: Hey I was wondering if you could give me more information on this 16$ a month membership.
Carlos: Of course, Love. What are you doing right now?
Me: Um, I'm just sitting on my bed.
Carlos: Well why aren't you here yet? Come on over and we can talk about memberships, I'll give you a free workout, and lots of other free stuff.
Me: Okay. I have to work at 7--
Carlos: Don't even worry, we'll be done before then. I will see you in 10 minutes.
Me: Uhhh sure! I'll be there soon.
Carlos: It's a date love. See you soon
(He had a sweet latino accent. I couldn't resist..and he looked like this
So I drive over to Gold's gym, and walk to the front desk. I have to admit, I was impressed with how sweet the gym was. It wasn't the ghetto-trash hole I was expecting (once again, I have no idea where this came from). The girl tells me to go sit down and fill out some paper work. So I do, and over comes my new best friend, Carlos. He's like "LOVE! So good to see you. Do you mind if our new employee joins us?" What am I supposed to say "No, I want to spend all this time with you. Alone." Right. So this other guy comes over, very short (more so than myself), but very attractive. He introduces himself. Notices that I said I was single on my guest information thing, and decides to tell me he is single as well. Awkward. He was shorter than me. So they go over some stuff with me, and then take me on a tour of the sweet gym. Seriously, the machines make 24 hour fitness look junky. Each machine has a tv, which you can watch whatever channel you want, and plug your iPod into. The machine screen is completely animated, and you can even have a virtual personal trainer. And if you want, you can bring a flash drive and save information about your workouts to it. Awesome right? They also have this really cool room called the "Fitness Cinema", where it has a bunch of machines that are in the dark, and there is a huge movie screen with a movie showing. It was cool.
So after we walked around, they asked me if I would like a membership. They showed me the cheapest membership, and that I had to pay the first month right then, plus a 99$ activation fee. Um, no thanks. I put on my flirt, tell them it's a bit much, and Carlos, being the best friend that he is, tells me he'll waive both fees, and I won't have to pay til December, and my monthly dues would be 25$. I'm like, okay, that sounds reasonable, but what about this 16$ a month membership. He then proceeds to tell me that I would have to pay 500$ upfront. Once again, no thank you. I have no money. So we go about the paperwork, and Carlos tells me that if I pay 530$ right then, I would really be paying 20$ a month. Didn't I just tell him I didn't have 500$? Thought so. So he then tells me he could split it into payments, and I could pay 150$ right then, and then a few more payments. I once again tell him that I am trying to pay off my credit card and really can't spare 150$. Eventually he gets down to me paying 50$ right now, and then 5 more payments of 99$, and it would all together be 20$ a month. It was tempting, but I just had to say no. Parents, be proud of me. He even brought over a guy named Cameron (different one) who was really cute, to try and persuade me. But I resisted. He just told me he was trying to help me save money. But he just didn't understand that I don't even have 500$ to my name. Silly Carlos. Anyways, I get signed up for the gym. 5$ less than 24 hour fitness, which isn't a lot, but oh well. But the title of this post. I have found that every (ie, three) guy that works at a gym's name is Cameron. Last year I befriended one of the desks attendees at hte BYU gym, and his name was Kameron. We even went on a couple dates. Of the three guys I associated with today at the gym, two were named Cameron. And although in order for this to be a legitimate sample size there would need to be more names surveyed, I have come to the conclusion that if you are named Cameron, you will likely work at a gym.
And by the way, one of the Cameron's? Totally hit it off with him (even though that's part of their job). He was way cute, tall, athletic...and best of all...He's going to be a DENTIST. Basically, we'll be getting married soon. Look for an invitation in the mail.
The other Cameron guy...the short one? He was talking about how he was short, so I asked him how tall he was. He was like "on a good day 5'4, but usually about 5'3". I'm like...Oh that's cool! Nothing wrong with that...I love short people. Foot in Mouth. He told me he thought I was awesome though and he looked forward to getting to know me. Me, him, and the other Cameron became best friends almost. I actually flirted with them without getting all shy, like I usually do around cute guys....But this dilemma is for another day, another post.
And that is all.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
"Rock" Candy
Yesterday, my friend Megan and I were walking to the grocery store when I spotted a sign from afar on Provo High School. In big letters it said "Bridal Fair." I really love weddings, so I drug Megan there and we walked in. Let me tell you, I was in heaven. They had tons of dresses, rings, food, and just all sorts of wedding goodness. I even got a sweet fortune cookie that says if I buy a bridal set and a mans wedding band, I get a free honeymoon. Now I just need to find a willing man (which, let's be honest, won't be too hard. I'm basically the best). Anyways, on the way out, I saw a bowl of candy with wedding mints and other assorted goodies. I saw something red, and I was so excited, because they looked like these delicious raspberry cheesecake bites I had eaten at a wedding a year ago. So I went over and grabbed one. Someone looked at me funny, and I just brushed it off as them being jealous. I popped it in my mouth, and took a big bite. Yeah. That piece of candy ended up being a decorative rock. Basically, I tried to eat a rock at a wedding fair. Heaven was on my side because I only came away with some sore teeth and nothing broken, but let me tell you, kind of embarrasing. When we got home I told my friends and roommates, and one of my guy friends was like "I just don't even know how to respond to that." Well. Neither do I. But now I know to check before attempting to sink my teeth into a nice shiny looking piece of candy.
Excuse my nasty hair; I had just gotten back from the Temple. This was from a delicious crepe table. They had so many yummy toppings, I tried them all!
I made Megan stand next to this sweet wedding cake. She wasn't as thrilled to be at this wedding fair as I was...
Monday, October 12, 2009
You get paid for this?
Today I went to talk to an academic advisor to discuss some of my concerns with classes and what I'm doing. I thought it would be a really good idea, and that my advisor might be able to give me some good advice. Here's how the conversation went:
Ex-Colonel Advisor Guy: "So where are you from?"
Me: "Littleton, Colorado"
ECAG: "Oh, Little Utah"
Me: "...Yes..."
ECAG: "When I was in the army...blah blah...I went back there to give a presentation awhile back..blah blah...I went in a cave...blah blah."
Me: "Wow, that's awesome."
ECAG: "Yes it is. So how can I help you?"
Me: "Well, I am having issues trying to decide what I want to do. I keep going back and forth between two majors, and I figure I need to settle, since both of them I have to apply too."
ECAG: "Interesting, what are they?"
Me: "Elementary Education and Print Journalism."
ECAG: "Oh. My daughter did Elementary Education. You don't make a lot in the beginning, but after three years you make tons of money. Even in places like Utah and Mississippi. You should do that."
Me: "Well, that's what I"m currently on track to do, but I just don't feel at peace with it."
ECAG: "Okay. Go take this 8$ career aptitude test. It costs 90$ to take at Cornell. It's 60-80% accurate."
ECAG: "Okay. Go take this 8$ career aptitude test. It costs 90$ to take at Cornell. It's 60-80% accurate."
Me: "...Okay."
ECAG: "Have a good day!"
I don't know. It doesn't seem like he gave me much advisement, no?
So I took this like 320 question long test. It asked me all sorts of great questions. Like if I would enjoy being a commander in the army. Or if I've ever considered becoming a minister. Yes, yes I have. Pretty sure the results are going to tell me I should become a FBI Agent who also goes to cullinary school. The only items I said I really loved had to do with cooking. Pretty sure those 8$ were a waste.
Oh well. Maybe I should become an academic advisor. Apparently you don't need to do much.
:)
Though, there was a question on the test that asked me if I thought I would be good at planting crops, harvesting, and managing a farm. I was so close to saying I had high skills in this. I mean, I am a level-17 on FarmVille.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Dear Diary
I'll admit, I've been a terrible journal writer. I think I have one journal that was kept during my whole middle/high school years. Now that I think about it I think it's kind of weird, because I love to write (hence this blog!). I've always felt like I needed to write more, as maybe I'd like to have a record of my life from my point of view someday...but I never got up enough determination to write in one regularly. Just the thought of writing down everything about my life made me cringe.
Well, last February, for some unknown reason to me at the time, I really felt strongly that I needed to start a new journal. I had attempted to start one a few times earlier in the year, but it never stuck. This time though, it seemed different. So I trekked to the BYU bookstore, and picked out a really pretty one that had a picture of Christ with a child. I love it. Starting that day, I wrote in it. Almost every day. (Okay, there have been a few times where I went a week or two without writing, but for the most part I've been consistent). And can I just say, what a huge blessing that has been. I find it no coincidence that I felt I should start a journal on the same day I met Jeremy (the ex-boyfriend). I can honestly say that the months of February-September were probably the biggest emotional roller coaster of my life. There were a lot of times that I just did not feel like anyone I talked to really understood what I was feeling, and that's where my journal became my confidant. There is a quote in an article from the August 1975 New Era that describes exactly what my journal was (and still is) for me
"The desire to keep a journal comes to God’s people as a blessing. It comes to all those who fear the Lord and call upon his name, who speak often one to another and acknowledge God in their lives. These journals, then, when written before the Lord, serve to strengthen lives and family units and become special missionary tools."
AND I recommend watching this Mormon Message entitled "O Remember, Remember". It has parts of a talk that President Eyring gave. He talks about how he writes every day about somewhere the Lord has blessed his life (or something like that). I've tried to follow that same pattern...I'll admit, I forget most of the time, But I think it's an awesome idea!
--Random Side Note: Today I found a pair of pants in my closet that I haven't worn in awhile because last time I tried them on, they were too tight. Imagine my delight as I put them on, and they were LOOSE! Yay!
Well, last February, for some unknown reason to me at the time, I really felt strongly that I needed to start a new journal. I had attempted to start one a few times earlier in the year, but it never stuck. This time though, it seemed different. So I trekked to the BYU bookstore, and picked out a really pretty one that had a picture of Christ with a child. I love it. Starting that day, I wrote in it. Almost every day. (Okay, there have been a few times where I went a week or two without writing, but for the most part I've been consistent). And can I just say, what a huge blessing that has been. I find it no coincidence that I felt I should start a journal on the same day I met Jeremy (the ex-boyfriend). I can honestly say that the months of February-September were probably the biggest emotional roller coaster of my life. There were a lot of times that I just did not feel like anyone I talked to really understood what I was feeling, and that's where my journal became my confidant. There is a quote in an article from the August 1975 New Era that describes exactly what my journal was (and still is) for me
"A journal is a place to understand yourself, a place to exhaust frustrations, a place to find out who you are, a place where you can rid yourself of crippling emotions." (Dear Journal, Jeanine Tibbitts).
I really like this quote, from the some article I talked about above:As corny as this sounds, I don't know how I would have made it through those months without my journal to write down everything I was feeling. And looking back on it, I think Heavenly Father knew that I would need it. I have read back through this journal, and I can see where I've grown, crucial things that I wish I had done differently, and just all the emotion I was feeling at the time. Honestly, I probably never would want anyone to read it. Ha Ha. I might as well entitle it "My relationship with Jeremy: The Beginning, The Middle, and the End." lol. (Though I'll admit, there are some other things in there besides things that had to do with him haha). And just as I started that journal when I met Jeremy, I ran out of pages very soon after we broke up. Coincidence? I think not. At the end of it I wrote, "I'm hoping that the end of this journal will kind of signify a new stage of my life, and a new start." And I feel it has. After I put that journal on my shelf, I really began to heal and move on from the heartbreak I had been feeling. Since then, I bought another journal. This time, it has a picture of Christ, with Mary magdelene. Once again, I love it. I'm pretty dang proud of myself, as I haven't missed a day of writing since I bought it. My life isn't very exciting, so it mainly just has senseless babylings about a cute boy in my ward, or how I'm not a big fan of school...But hey, when I started my last journal it started that way too....Though I'm hoping this one won't be like the last. hehe.
Anyways, kind of random, and likely no one cares, but I just wanted to say that if you don't have a journal, start one. I am grateful that I started writing in one, because I do often times go back and read it. It's awesome :) I do wish I had more than one from high school though :P
Anyways, kind of random, and likely no one cares, but I just wanted to say that if you don't have a journal, start one. I am grateful that I started writing in one, because I do often times go back and read it. It's awesome :) I do wish I had more than one from high school though :P
"The desire to keep a journal comes to God’s people as a blessing. It comes to all those who fear the Lord and call upon his name, who speak often one to another and acknowledge God in their lives. These journals, then, when written before the Lord, serve to strengthen lives and family units and become special missionary tools."
AND I recommend watching this Mormon Message entitled "O Remember, Remember". It has parts of a talk that President Eyring gave. He talks about how he writes every day about somewhere the Lord has blessed his life (or something like that). I've tried to follow that same pattern...I'll admit, I forget most of the time, But I think it's an awesome idea!
--Random Side Note: Today I found a pair of pants in my closet that I haven't worn in awhile because last time I tried them on, they were too tight. Imagine my delight as I put them on, and they were LOOSE! Yay!
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