Back again, Back again, Jiggity Jig

So, it's been a while. I've learned that I'm not really very good about keeping blogs. Not am I good at journaling. I think that might be the antithesis of Mormon female, but it's the truth! So much has happened in the past few months it's crazy.

I keep thinking that life will slow down, and that things will become routine. Each semester I settle into a schedule that becomes almost second natures-- but things never become routine. I suppose I am grateful for that. I think if life was too routine I'd be miserably bored and I'd become tired of it. But every once and a while I wish I could have a couple of weeks of boring.

On the other hand, some of the exciting changes have been totally worth it. I'm dating a boy. His name is Peter. I like him. That's probably a good thing, since I'm dating him and all that. It's a little bit strange for me to be in a relationship. I've never been in a relationship before. I worry about whether I'm doing things right, or if I'm doing things wrong, or if there is no right way to do things and what's going on with him, and what's going on with me-- but when I'm with him things tend to settle down and I'm happy.

50 points for the Boy, he can make my brain stop running at 100 mph. Subtract 15 for the times he makes my mind race. He's still coming out pretty far ahead, there! Wonder if he'll ever read this?

School is winding to a close, in just a few months I will be a college graduate. I don't think I ever expected it to really happen, but it's snuck up on me and bitten me in the butt! What do I do with that? Where do I go from here?

It's been an anxiety ridden time, that's for sure. But I keep coming back to one thing when I feel like my anxiousness is going to overwhelm me-- God.

There only purpose to this picture is to display my sassiness.

My relationship with my Heavenly Father is the one constant that I've been able to completely depend on over the past few months. He's always there to listen to my prayers, my rants, my raves, even the occasional curse-- and if I let myself I can feel his love.

I spent three hours at the Temple today, and let me tell you-- the only place I DON'T mind waiting in line for a five minute procedure is inside the temple. Any place that can quell my impatience for three hours must be a marvelous place.

All in all, that's it. Life is good. God is great. People are Crazy.

Facebook-- socially acceptable stalking

It used to be really hard for me to let go of friends-- the concept of moving on when life moved on confused me. I remember that each time I found myself separated from a set of friends I found myself feeling like we weren't friends anymore.  It's taken a lot of time and consideration to realize that's just not true.

Just because my friendships with them aren't in the same place they used to be, doesn't mean we aren't friends.  We can still be friends and call each other up once a year.  We can be friends and call each other up once a month.  We can be friends simply by stalking each other on Facebook.  Technology has given a variety of new avenues to keep in contact with people.

I called up a high school friend out of the blue a couple weeks ago.  Facebook stalking told me that she now lived somewhere between five and thirty minutes away from dearest Provo, and spends a good deal of time in Orem.  When she picked up the phone she sounded confused and a little bit shocked.  I told her who I was, and she responded, "Yes!  My phone told me!"

"I just wasn't sure if you still had my number."  After that awkward moment we launched into conversation like we'd seen each other every day in Chemistry and Physics for two years.  Before long we'd made plans to meet up and catch up.  A few delays, marriage plans, and homework problems later we sat down at the Creamery on 9th.  I intended to get something to eat, but when Sorina slid in across from me and began talking 2 hours passed before I realized it.

It was just like old times.  Well, it was really different from old times-- She's married, I'm single, she's graduated from college and working, I'm still in college and freaking out--  but the feeling was the same.

A few weeks before that, I was sitting in Barnes and Noble (I do that sometimes.  It's a comfortable place.  Lots of books, comfy chairs, easy accessible hot chocolate if the longing hits me hard enough) browsing random books when I got a call from a Freshman year friend.  Daniel-- now, I don't remember Daniel's last name.  I could find it, and look it up-- but I'll never remember Daniel's last name.  He's a friendly guy that lives in Oregon.  I hadn't so muchas thought of him in years, but when he called and said "Megan!  I just haven't talked to you in forever, and I was flipping through my phone and thought I'd call!" I thought it was the best thing ever.

We weren't even great friends back in the day.  But the fact that someone, who I used to know and like cared to take the time to talk to me when he really didn't have to made me feel special.

Several long anecdotes later, I'm still on the same point-- friendships evolve and change, but that's not a bad thing.  It's a good thing.  We can't maintain the same situations, people, and dynamics forever-- but we can remember how much we care about people and give them a ring every now and then.

I Should Be Sleeping

I should definitely be sleeping.  Instead, I've been stalking my own blog, trying to figure out what to do with it, posting it on my roommate's Caitlyn's Facebook wall and chatting at Nicki for no reason in particular.  She's not always responding.  But I am definitely chatting at her.

I should totally be sleeping.  I think that might be the motto of my life, though.  I've been much better about it this Fall Semester, unfortunately the past week or so hasn't exactly been the best of my better moments.  Not quite the worst of my worse moments, either.  However, homework is calling me and I am ignoring it!

Crap.  Gotta write a paragraph on audience invoked.  I forgot about that.

I wonder if I start writing this down in this blog, if I will remember things better.  That would be phenomenal.

For example, what is the liklihood that in a few years I will remember the INCREDIBLE trip on the alpine loop that I took with my roommates, Caitlyn and Nicki?  Steph was sadly missing, because she was with Benny-boo and Maxy-poo in SLC.  We still had an amazing time, borrowing Papa J's car.  Are we drop dead sexy?  Yes we are.

It scares me a touch that somebody might actually read this now.

Weird.

Also, I can answer my question-- will I remember in a few years this trip?  Yes.  Why?  Pictures, and this blog post.

Awesome.

Can You Feel the Love Tonight

 

No.  I'm not in love.  But this is the song my friend played for me tonight after my date.  Of course, they had to run into us while we were sitting on a bench during the walk we took after making dinner.  I love making dinner, by the way.  It's one of my favorite things.  And I had a Navajo boy teach me to make Navajo tacos.  I think frying the dough was probably the most unique part of it though.

Regardless.  Very tasty.

In any case-- I've also had a migraine for the past few days.  (Ouch!)  So I should probably hit the sack.  Y'know.  Sleep, so that I don't hate myself tomorrow morning.  Which is Tuesday and not Monday.

Crap.

Class is at 9.

Karate Kid

Great friends make life awesome.  I was at some friends' tonight and it's amazing how much fun something as simple as watching a movie can become when there are people I care about surrounding me.

Of course the snarky comments help a bit, too.

Additionally-- this newest rendition of The Karate Kid contains J-Bieber-- who, due to the Justin Bieber Movie thing I recently decided that I really like.  

Sorta ashamed, but totally true.

Also-- I am obsessively playing Scrabble and Words With Friends.

Love it.  

I forgot about this.

I was just reading my friend Keisha Lai's blog, and it made me think.  "Y'know.  I should have a blog.  It would be good for me to record the experiences in life that I'm having."  I sign into blogspot.com and LO AND BEHOLD.  I have a blog?

Cool.  Now I don't have to set it up.  Reading the post I made last September further increased my desire to blog.  I mean, FUN.  That's where I was back then-- and I'm in a totally new place in life now!  How cool would it be to always look back and see what life had been like?  I say awesome.   I guess this is why people keep journals.  The last journal I kept was in Junior High.  I know better than to go back and read that. Whoofta.

I spent the last few months in Washington D.C., for Brigham Young University's Washington Seminar.  Boy!  Was that a life changing experience or what.  I think that it was the best thing that I could have done for myself.  I increased in confidence, and sociability during the time that I was gone.  

I made friends with these wonderful people and more.  (This is just the most aesthetically pleasing picture that I could find quickly.)

I'm living it up back in Provo now!  A few of my D.C. buddies live within a block of me so I get to see them pretty often.  I'm taking class, Grammar of English, and New Testament.  Both are more difficult than I would like-- but it makes for great learning opportunities.

I've got some great roommates, though one of my favorites just moved out.  Along with our T.V.!  There's a big space in our entertainment center that we're going to try and fill.  Eventually.  I'm honestly okay with the lack of T.V.  The T.V. is distracting, and I already have Netflix distracting me from time to time.  I'm shamefully watching Glee.

Well!

Here's to posting on a more than semi-annual basis!

So it starts...

I've always been something of a shy person.  I say something, because to say shy would to be a bold faced lie.  I'm not shy, persay.  I can be loud, outgoing, funny, obnoxious even; but other times I am the serious person in the back of the room, behind the group.  A little bit awkward, unsure of what to say or do.

This year is my year to change.  I say that every year, of course.  A new beginning, new apartment, new ward, new school, new classes.  But this year I think that things might actually be changing!  It's a pretty amazing thing, really.

I've always been pretty lousy with boys.  :P  Absolutely lousy.  But I'm hoping that this is a situation that will be improving.  I'm trying to be less intimidating and such.  At six feet tall, I've been told that I'm intimidating; and I have a tendency to get terribly serious around boys.

But this year I am determined to change.  This will be the year of fun.  Of Awesomeness.  Of Blogging.   Of rambles.

I think I'm off to a pretty good start on the whole being more outgoing thing.  I've been attending church and school activities and socials.  Actually talking to people instead of running away.

We were about to go to the Stake Olympics.  It was AWESOME.  I have wicked bruises from the ten legged race.  You can see one of them in the picture below... sort of.

They Tell me that I look like a gorilla in this picture.  They say it's in the arms. ;)


I'm not sure anyone will ever read this.  And I'm not sure I want them to.  But if you do happen to read it and have something to say, go ahead.  :)  Leave a comment.