have you ever noticed that sometimes the people from utah try to treat the rest of us like we're crap because we didn't grow up here and because we're different? they seem to think that the things we do are heathen because they are different than what they did, and if we didn't enjoy all of our life up to this very second we must have had the wrong attitude. i really don't understand how these people live with themselves.
if growing up in a different town is a sin than mark me down as guilty. this is one sin that i am thankful that i commited however. i would never trade my real world experience for their naivitae. i would rather be able to talk to people and be happy to be myself than act the role of moment.
i'm not saying that all utah people are like this, it's just that i'm tired of taking the crap from people like this. i understand that their life has been totally different than mine and that their trials are going to be different than mine, but until they learn to accept the fact that we're different there is a part of me that will pity them. in the end all that matters is that we're all trying to make it to the same place so good luck to all.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
the last week in a freshman/sophomore life
so today was the end of classes and i must admit that although i am happy it is disheartening for the experience to be over. no matter how much i complained i guess that i did love my classes. i must also admit that mine and julie's room looked much more friendly with all of the glow in the dark stars up and with the pictures up on my wall. i guess that even that carpet that was moving to the door and julie's side of the room lit up my dorm life. it just doesn't seem like home with out it. i knew that i would take them down, but i never realized how startling an affect it had to take down my pictures.
as i look into the eyes of tomorrow, i know that it is sad right now, but it's on to bigger and better things than a dorm life. for instance: i won't have to share a bathroom with twenty people, the shower won't burn me as often as it does here, a living room to sit in instead of chilling in my room all day, being able to watch a movie and have people over to watch a movie any time we feel like it, no more visiting hours on sunday and wednesday, and lets not forget home cooking real food instead of the creamery hot dogs( not that they are bad, i just desire something of more sustinance).
as i look into the eyes of tomorrow, i know that it is sad right now, but it's on to bigger and better things than a dorm life. for instance: i won't have to share a bathroom with twenty people, the shower won't burn me as often as it does here, a living room to sit in instead of chilling in my room all day, being able to watch a movie and have people over to watch a movie any time we feel like it, no more visiting hours on sunday and wednesday, and lets not forget home cooking real food instead of the creamery hot dogs( not that they are bad, i just desire something of more sustinance).
Friday, April 13, 2007
the crapshoot of finals week
so i have recently decided that finals week and the weeks proceeding it are a crapshoot because
1. i haven't been able to practice percussion for the past week because i've been taking tests and crap like unto it. i try out in two weeks time. so in the next to weeks i'm going to eat sleep and breath percussion. this should be interesting. oh, and when i get home i only have one day to try out so i have to call my band director and get a pair of tenors for that day, and a videocamera, and a place to do my audition. i have to do this all over the phone and not in person. this should be interesting to say the least.
2. have you ever noticed that before you register for classes and you're online it all works great, high speed and everything. then midnight rolls around and what should happen? i'm stuck on a page for three minutes waiting for it to upload. plus the fact that one of the classes i wanted to take wasn't on the list when it should have been, and the fact that all of the latin dance classes were full. i was not excited.
3. just the whole idea of taking finals really doesn't excite me and i'm sure that when it is all over that i will be brain dead. just remember three finals down and four left to go.
4. sometime during all of this madness i have to start packing my stuff up. here's the thing. my stuff is all over the floor of our room. it's like a surging mass that is reaching for the middle of the room. i think that perhaps i should do laundry and maybe try to take care of business.
on an almost brighter note this is a story about an adventure at the creamery. so i ran out of deoderant and went to buy more and the only kind of girl deoderant that they have at the creamery is a kind that i'm allergic to. so it was either old spice or degree. i went for the degree and was standing in line in front of a group of guys and their reactions were priceless.
1. i haven't been able to practice percussion for the past week because i've been taking tests and crap like unto it. i try out in two weeks time. so in the next to weeks i'm going to eat sleep and breath percussion. this should be interesting. oh, and when i get home i only have one day to try out so i have to call my band director and get a pair of tenors for that day, and a videocamera, and a place to do my audition. i have to do this all over the phone and not in person. this should be interesting to say the least.
2. have you ever noticed that before you register for classes and you're online it all works great, high speed and everything. then midnight rolls around and what should happen? i'm stuck on a page for three minutes waiting for it to upload. plus the fact that one of the classes i wanted to take wasn't on the list when it should have been, and the fact that all of the latin dance classes were full. i was not excited.
3. just the whole idea of taking finals really doesn't excite me and i'm sure that when it is all over that i will be brain dead. just remember three finals down and four left to go.
4. sometime during all of this madness i have to start packing my stuff up. here's the thing. my stuff is all over the floor of our room. it's like a surging mass that is reaching for the middle of the room. i think that perhaps i should do laundry and maybe try to take care of business.
on an almost brighter note this is a story about an adventure at the creamery. so i ran out of deoderant and went to buy more and the only kind of girl deoderant that they have at the creamery is a kind that i'm allergic to. so it was either old spice or degree. i went for the degree and was standing in line in front of a group of guys and their reactions were priceless.
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