I've mentioned to several people how I view my luck in life. I'm going to try here to explain without sounding too pessimistic, because I don't want to come off that way. I'm really just realistic about my 'luck in life.'
I'm certainly not a lucky person. I don't ever win drawings or free things.
But at the same time, I can't complain of having ferocious bad luck. Because, well let's be honest, it's not like ever time I drive somewhere I get in a crash, or that I just happen to step in every wad of gum that sticks to my shoe or pothole that makes me trip. Or that if there is a 1 in 50,000 chance of some bad thing happening, it will happen to me. And I've never been directly struck with lightning, attacked by a rabid animal, or personally targeted by a mass terrorist group.
Rather, luck is just not present in my life. Whenever things could go really well, they don't. Whenever I have the chance to win something, I won't. Very often I do run into the 'bad luck' sorts of situations (or at least more than I think my fair share). But I can also have moments of pseudo-good luck.
Take, for instance, just a couple weeks ago. I was at the BYU Housing fair. There were lots of opportunities to win free things, in activities and drawings, and etc. Wandering around with a friend, we both filled them all out, but I had no hopes of winning any (it just doesn't happen). When, what do you know, a place that I remembered was giving away an ipod called me and said I won! Excited, I stopped by the next day to pick up my winnings- only to find out that they had two drawings: an ipod and a $10 gift card to Brick Oven. Guess which one I won? The gift card of course. Guess who actually won the ipod? My friend.
So, I can't say that I suffer from horrible 'bad luck' and never win anything, but of course, ironically, when I do rarely win things, it's never going to be the amazing 'luck of the devil' things.
Basically, Luck avoids me. I think he's too frightened off by Irony, who doesn't understand the meaning of a personal bubble.
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Monday, April 11, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Another one of those days...
So today was, unfortunately, a normal 'me-day.'
I'll guide you through a brief snippet of roughly 15 minutes, so you may understand.
You are rushing across campus to your 6th class of the day in too-big shoes.
You just got out of your last class late, having waited for several precious 'rush-minutes' in order to get your graded paper back. Unfortunately, all you got was the words that you wouldn't get your paper back with the others in the class because "the TA gave you a perfect grade." So, of course, the teacher must think the TA is blind, or graded your test whilst he was asleep or on hallucinogens or possessed by a hippo, or encountered some other difficulty that would cause him to have mistakenly given perfect marks. No way do you actually deserve a perfect grade. So, as the responsible and sensible person she is, the professor must sink her claws into your hard-earned A. She'll look over your paper herself, pick it apart, and return it to you with a shaky C.
With a sigh that's more of a gasp because of your quick pace, you try not to knock into all the other students that have deciding to enjoy the lovely 35° drizzle at a sedate pace. Whilst traveling from the previous disappointment to another class of certain enjoyment, your phone begins to ring loudly. You stumble, trying to pull it from your backpack pocket without dropping your umbrella or extra armload of dance gear. Miraculously managing to extricate it, you put it to your ear as the caller hangs up. Lovely.
You look at the CID and recognize it as your ride to an appointment later that day. Dreading what the call could mean, you redial as you again head toward your now-late-for-certain class.
Guess why that dear friend was calling? Wouldn't it just be lovely if they wanted to call and wish you a good day and promise a package of coconut M&Ms when they pick you up later? Well, whether it would be lovely or not, their actual message was to inform you that they can no longer give you a ride. Of course. Because how could your day get better than it now is?
But wait- you still aren't to that class. The fun isn't yet over. In the middle of assuring your friend that you bear no hard feelings, and thanks for being willing anyhow, you trip... over nothing. That happens a lot. This time, your phone goes flying across the sidewalk and into a puddle where both the case, the cover, and the battery separate like three negative ends of a magnet. Meanwhile your umbrella catches on another person (who pleasantly sends you a death glare) and stabs you in the side as you land hard on one knee.
At least you didn't face-plant.
And like an armored vehicle transporting goods on a cop show, you're still not safe because you're still en route. Having collected all your gear, you finally enter the science building that houses your classroom. Or, at least, you try.
A taller version of Frankie Muniz is chatting up some little blond in the doorway. Unwilling to move yet, he half-opens the door (which swings in) for you as you come barreling towards it. He props it open with his arm above his head and, after attempting a little 'oh, I've got it, or okay, nevermind, thank you' dance, you finally duck awkwardly under his arm and between the couple. But apparently that blond really has some hypnotic eyes because, within the 2 seconds before you're all the way through, the 'gentleman' removes arm and the heavy door swings shut.
Of course, you are foolishly thinking that the thoughtful Frankie was going to deal with the door, so you have your attention on putting your phone back together and folding up your dripping umbrella.
Wise move.
The heavy door charges toward you and catches you roughly on the elbow. Your arm is bruised, your is face red as some science nerd chuckles at you, and your phone is once again all over the ground.
After gathering your armload together, (it's a habit by now) you finally, miraculously, gloriously, reach your classroom and plop gracelessly into a chair. You're 10mins late, you've missed the quiz and your teacher gives you a dirty look. But at least you can sit (safely?) for 40 minutes before you are forced to brave the world again.
Isn't life an adventure? It's so much fun to be me.
I'll guide you through a brief snippet of roughly 15 minutes, so you may understand.
You are rushing across campus to your 6th class of the day in too-big shoes.
You just got out of your last class late, having waited for several precious 'rush-minutes' in order to get your graded paper back. Unfortunately, all you got was the words that you wouldn't get your paper back with the others in the class because "the TA gave you a perfect grade." So, of course, the teacher must think the TA is blind, or graded your test whilst he was asleep or on hallucinogens or possessed by a hippo, or encountered some other difficulty that would cause him to have mistakenly given perfect marks. No way do you actually deserve a perfect grade. So, as the responsible and sensible person she is, the professor must sink her claws into your hard-earned A. She'll look over your paper herself, pick it apart, and return it to you with a shaky C.
With a sigh that's more of a gasp because of your quick pace, you try not to knock into all the other students that have deciding to enjoy the lovely 35° drizzle at a sedate pace. Whilst traveling from the previous disappointment to another class of certain enjoyment, your phone begins to ring loudly. You stumble, trying to pull it from your backpack pocket without dropping your umbrella or extra armload of dance gear. Miraculously managing to extricate it, you put it to your ear as the caller hangs up. Lovely.
You look at the CID and recognize it as your ride to an appointment later that day. Dreading what the call could mean, you redial as you again head toward your now-late-for-certain class.
Guess why that dear friend was calling? Wouldn't it just be lovely if they wanted to call and wish you a good day and promise a package of coconut M&Ms when they pick you up later? Well, whether it would be lovely or not, their actual message was to inform you that they can no longer give you a ride. Of course. Because how could your day get better than it now is?
But wait- you still aren't to that class. The fun isn't yet over. In the middle of assuring your friend that you bear no hard feelings, and thanks for being willing anyhow, you trip... over nothing. That happens a lot. This time, your phone goes flying across the sidewalk and into a puddle where both the case, the cover, and the battery separate like three negative ends of a magnet. Meanwhile your umbrella catches on another person (who pleasantly sends you a death glare) and stabs you in the side as you land hard on one knee.
At least you didn't face-plant.
And like an armored vehicle transporting goods on a cop show, you're still not safe because you're still en route. Having collected all your gear, you finally enter the science building that houses your classroom. Or, at least, you try.
A taller version of Frankie Muniz is chatting up some little blond in the doorway. Unwilling to move yet, he half-opens the door (which swings in) for you as you come barreling towards it. He props it open with his arm above his head and, after attempting a little 'oh, I've got it, or okay, nevermind, thank you' dance, you finally duck awkwardly under his arm and between the couple. But apparently that blond really has some hypnotic eyes because, within the 2 seconds before you're all the way through, the 'gentleman' removes arm and the heavy door swings shut.
Of course, you are foolishly thinking that the thoughtful Frankie was going to deal with the door, so you have your attention on putting your phone back together and folding up your dripping umbrella.
Wise move.
The heavy door charges toward you and catches you roughly on the elbow. Your arm is bruised, your is face red as some science nerd chuckles at you, and your phone is once again all over the ground.
After gathering your armload together, (it's a habit by now) you finally, miraculously, gloriously, reach your classroom and plop gracelessly into a chair. You're 10mins late, you've missed the quiz and your teacher gives you a dirty look. But at least you can sit (safely?) for 40 minutes before you are forced to brave the world again.
Isn't life an adventure? It's so much fun to be me.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Unlocking Incompetence
I've come to dislike every situation that should be normal. Mostly because, for me, things really just can't be normal.
When people walk up to their door, they pull out their key, unlock the door, and enter their house. Right? I mean, nothing can really go wrong with that except, perhaps, realizing you don't have your key with you or having to set a grocery back down because you haven't enough hands.
But like I said, with me normal things aren't normal. I always have the biggest trouble getting my key out and the door unlocked.
Imagine, if you will, this small part of my life that so personifies my existence.
You set your backpack down beside you and pull out your keys. As you straightened, unlocking the doorknob, your backpack tips sideways.
But of course, you're ignorant enough that you keep your keys in the same pouch as your pens, pencils, and other tiny objects. And you're even so lacking in common sense that you didn't zip the pouch back up after retrieving said keys. So of course, because it can, your backpack tips sideways, spilling all of your things.
And yes, you live at the top of the stairs. So yes, of course, they all fall through the cracks of the stairs, several stories, spread all over the ground and stairway. You run about trying to quickly pick them all up so you don't look like a complete fool (failing in the process) and finally get them all gathered and shoved back into your bag. Gasping from the frantic running up and down stairs, groaning in frustration, and thoroughly disgusted with yourself, you snatch up all your things and rush into...
the door. Face first. Of course. Because you unlocked the knob, but the drawn bolt is still restricting entrance.
The only redeemable thing about the whole experience, is that it would be hilarious to watch. Too bad I don't have a mini recorder following me around. I could have my own slap-stick comedy show.
"Key to the city? Key to my car? Tic-tac?" *zzzzap*
When people walk up to their door, they pull out their key, unlock the door, and enter their house. Right? I mean, nothing can really go wrong with that except, perhaps, realizing you don't have your key with you or having to set a grocery back down because you haven't enough hands.
But like I said, with me normal things aren't normal. I always have the biggest trouble getting my key out and the door unlocked.
Imagine, if you will, this small part of my life that so personifies my existence.
You set your backpack down beside you and pull out your keys. As you straightened, unlocking the doorknob, your backpack tips sideways.
But of course, you're ignorant enough that you keep your keys in the same pouch as your pens, pencils, and other tiny objects. And you're even so lacking in common sense that you didn't zip the pouch back up after retrieving said keys. So of course, because it can, your backpack tips sideways, spilling all of your things.
And yes, you live at the top of the stairs. So yes, of course, they all fall through the cracks of the stairs, several stories, spread all over the ground and stairway. You run about trying to quickly pick them all up so you don't look like a complete fool (failing in the process) and finally get them all gathered and shoved back into your bag. Gasping from the frantic running up and down stairs, groaning in frustration, and thoroughly disgusted with yourself, you snatch up all your things and rush into...
the door. Face first. Of course. Because you unlocked the knob, but the drawn bolt is still restricting entrance.
The only redeemable thing about the whole experience, is that it would be hilarious to watch. Too bad I don't have a mini recorder following me around. I could have my own slap-stick comedy show.
"Key to the city? Key to my car? Tic-tac?" *zzzzap*
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Miss Clumsia
I think I have a talent. My ward has a talent show coming up soon, and I was considering singing. But perhaps I should change to my newly discovered superiority.
I trip. For no good reason.
Just within the last couple days I have: fallen out of a chair I was sitting on, literally walked into a wall, fallen flat on my face while talking to someone, did a Miss Congeniality in heels, nearly fell over taking a simple side-step in dance, and most amazingly tripped while standing still on a flat surface.
Honestly, I'm not sure you can beat that. There weren't even any stairs, dizzy spells, holes, or evil-5th-graders trying to trip me up.
I just have skill.
I trip. For no good reason.
Just within the last couple days I have: fallen out of a chair I was sitting on, literally walked into a wall, fallen flat on my face while talking to someone, did a Miss Congeniality in heels, nearly fell over taking a simple side-step in dance, and most amazingly tripped while standing still on a flat surface.
Honestly, I'm not sure you can beat that. There weren't even any stairs, dizzy spells, holes, or evil-5th-graders trying to trip me up.
I just have skill.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Magic Trips
So I've decided that I'm not meant to be a magician 'when I grow up'.
I've been remembering back to this summer and some of the interesting experiences I had. One of them resulted in this decision I previously mentioned. I was downstairs with my Aunt Nonnie and her adorable little (now 3 year old) daughter, Boo. And, to entertain her, i decided to do a 'magic trick.'
You know, the first time, it actually turned out really well. I had some strange little water-glitter-pillow-tube thing and I told Boo that I would count to three, lift it over my head, and it would disappear. So I shook it in my hands as I counted, and on three, I easily tossed it over my shoulder into the next room. She was very surprised and had no clue where it had gone. I then managed to pick it back up without her seeing. I stuck it in under the hat my brother was wearing and, after she'd searched around for some time (in both my hands, my pockets, etc.), told her to look there. She lifted the cap off and was thoroughly impressed with my skills. It was some sweet moves on my part.
Unfortunately, I didn't stop there. I should've learned by now that, if something actually does happen to go right for me once, I shouldn't push my luck- just be happy with it. But Boo thought it was so cool, she wanted me to do it again.
I tried.
But the second time, I threw the stupid thing too high and it whacked into the low ceiling and thumped onto the floor directly behind me. Boo raced under my legs and picked it up, smirking in triumph. The little devil.
She then told me that she wanted to show me a magic trick. She held the toy, waved it around for a bit, chanted some string of kid-babble and threw it across the room.
"Where'd it go? Magic!" she proclaimed like a true entertainer, as my aunt laughed uproariously at my expense.
Hmph. So yes. I've decided that I'm not going to be a magician... ever.
I've been remembering back to this summer and some of the interesting experiences I had. One of them resulted in this decision I previously mentioned. I was downstairs with my Aunt Nonnie and her adorable little (now 3 year old) daughter, Boo. And, to entertain her, i decided to do a 'magic trick.'
You know, the first time, it actually turned out really well. I had some strange little water-glitter-pillow-tube thing and I told Boo that I would count to three, lift it over my head, and it would disappear. So I shook it in my hands as I counted, and on three, I easily tossed it over my shoulder into the next room. She was very surprised and had no clue where it had gone. I then managed to pick it back up without her seeing. I stuck it in under the hat my brother was wearing and, after she'd searched around for some time (in both my hands, my pockets, etc.), told her to look there. She lifted the cap off and was thoroughly impressed with my skills. It was some sweet moves on my part.
Unfortunately, I didn't stop there. I should've learned by now that, if something actually does happen to go right for me once, I shouldn't push my luck- just be happy with it. But Boo thought it was so cool, she wanted me to do it again.
I tried.
But the second time, I threw the stupid thing too high and it whacked into the low ceiling and thumped onto the floor directly behind me. Boo raced under my legs and picked it up, smirking in triumph. The little devil.
She then told me that she wanted to show me a magic trick. She held the toy, waved it around for a bit, chanted some string of kid-babble and threw it across the room.
"Where'd it go? Magic!" she proclaimed like a true entertainer, as my aunt laughed uproariously at my expense.
Hmph. So yes. I've decided that I'm not going to be a magician... ever.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Cue crazy laugh
You know those days when you just have to give up and accept that it's going to be pointless and miserable and just hope you can get through it with limited damage? I had one of those. I'm sore from yesterday, and I just keep making a fool of myself. I mean, more than normal, that is. :)
As just a small part of this fantastic day, I went to Macey's to get a movie from Red Box and perhaps pick up some bread. But the movie wasn't there and I ended up getting a whole bunch of heavy stuff that wouldn't fit in my backpack because I already had it filled with books, dance shoes, and Mel's computer. On the way back the wind was blowing just short of 1,500mph in my face. I had to get off my bike and walk it because, with all my extra baggage and trying to ride uphill into that wind- well. I was too sore from yesterday and it just wasn't worth it.
I'm pretty sure I looked like a complete goof. But that's alright. Because it's getting later and soon it will be tomorrow and I can focus on doing homework and getting Mel's computer fixed and move past this 'epic fail' of a day.
*Mwahahahahah! ~Crazy laugh* -because it somehow makes things better. And sometimes it's the only option.
As just a small part of this fantastic day, I went to Macey's to get a movie from Red Box and perhaps pick up some bread. But the movie wasn't there and I ended up getting a whole bunch of heavy stuff that wouldn't fit in my backpack because I already had it filled with books, dance shoes, and Mel's computer. On the way back the wind was blowing just short of 1,500mph in my face. I had to get off my bike and walk it because, with all my extra baggage and trying to ride uphill into that wind- well. I was too sore from yesterday and it just wasn't worth it.
I'm pretty sure I looked like a complete goof. But that's alright. Because it's getting later and soon it will be tomorrow and I can focus on doing homework and getting Mel's computer fixed and move past this 'epic fail' of a day.
*Mwahahahahah! ~Crazy laugh* -because it somehow makes things better. And sometimes it's the only option.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Things...
So, I feel I need to jot down a few things so I don't forget.
1. Tanya and my efforts in transporting my bike via her car to Wyview was... quite the experience. We first tried the trunk. Silly idea. Then we tried shoving it into the backseat handles first. Again, silly idea. We had to move around to the other side of the car so it was 'downhill' and finally got the bike in. But it was too long. So we stuck one handle out the rolled-down-window, didn't quite get the other door to latch properly and shoved the driver seat so far forward that... well. To save dignity, I will end there. In any case. I laughed quite hard about how ridiculous it must have looked. My hands were black, Tanya had grease marks on her face, and the top-inside of the car was marked up from the handles.
2. I rode to school this morning. In 40° -something weather, with a plastic sack over my ripped-up, water-logged bike seat, and while it was hailing (sort of). Note to self -and anyone wise enough to learn from my experiences- DON'T DO THAT! Bad for you!
3. I'm pretty sure that I'm going to take Astronomy, first half D&C, Dance 380, and Weight Lifting. But who knows, honestly. I'm hoping to get a job Ushering in the HFAC (I turned in an application yesterday), but I'm thinking that might not happen.
4. I'm mostly unpacked. Yup, already. In 2 days. A record for me.
5. My friends Yuri, Grant, and Ben (probably others as well) made Spring team. I almost tried out, but I didn't want to have to get up so early every day. I'm beginning to regret not giving it a go though, it would have been fun. Oh wells.
I think that's all for now...
1. Tanya and my efforts in transporting my bike via her car to Wyview was... quite the experience. We first tried the trunk. Silly idea. Then we tried shoving it into the backseat handles first. Again, silly idea. We had to move around to the other side of the car so it was 'downhill' and finally got the bike in. But it was too long. So we stuck one handle out the rolled-down-window, didn't quite get the other door to latch properly and shoved the driver seat so far forward that... well. To save dignity, I will end there. In any case. I laughed quite hard about how ridiculous it must have looked. My hands were black, Tanya had grease marks on her face, and the top-inside of the car was marked up from the handles.
2. I rode to school this morning. In 40° -something weather, with a plastic sack over my ripped-up, water-logged bike seat, and while it was hailing (sort of). Note to self -and anyone wise enough to learn from my experiences- DON'T DO THAT! Bad for you!
3. I'm pretty sure that I'm going to take Astronomy, first half D&C, Dance 380, and Weight Lifting. But who knows, honestly. I'm hoping to get a job Ushering in the HFAC (I turned in an application yesterday), but I'm thinking that might not happen.
4. I'm mostly unpacked. Yup, already. In 2 days. A record for me.
5. My friends Yuri, Grant, and Ben (probably others as well) made Spring team. I almost tried out, but I didn't want to have to get up so early every day. I'm beginning to regret not giving it a go though, it would have been fun. Oh wells.
I think that's all for now...
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Pudding pie, sunburns, & ice cubes
Wow. I don't think I've laughed that hard in... well, quite a long time. Months, definitely. Ben literally was crying, he was laughing so hard. I couldn't stand up.
"Why did you... squeal?"
"Well, I think one of them said 'ow!'"
Oooh, boy. Still chuckling.
She came out of the bathroom and gave us a 'look.' Said, she really did need to go to sleep, so... And I was still laughing. I almost just told her- then go to bed already, you're not getting any closer standing out here in the hall.
It was only 10pm, honestly. :p
"Why did you... squeal?"
"Well, I think one of them said 'ow!'"
Oooh, boy. Still chuckling.
She came out of the bathroom and gave us a 'look.' Said, she really did need to go to sleep, so... And I was still laughing. I almost just told her- then go to bed already, you're not getting any closer standing out here in the hall.
It was only 10pm, honestly. :p
Strange Dreams
I usually never remember my dreams. Sometimes I wake up with a few images or something, but they usually fade. Last night I had some pretty interesting, lasting dreams that I thought I would share. They actually have to do with a few things in my life, so I'll gives a short preface (if I can manage to keep it short).
Yesterday, during one of my short breaks from studying, I watched a couple Britain's Got Talent performances. I saw someone sing, a couple of kids dance, and a dog perform.
Also, yesterday, I was worrying a lot about having time to study and take all my finals, and still be able to pick up my sister (Donalee) from the airport and take her to the MTC. I thought the testing center closed at 5pm on Wednesday (my lovely roommate informed me this morning that it doesn't, fortunately) and I wouldn't have had time to pick her up and take that final.
So, on to my dreams. I had two. The first was that I was on Britain's Got Talent (even though I'm American, I know). But instead of several rounds (semi, finals, etc.) We had to perform three different things in a row, and I couldn't just sing three times. I hadn't known this ahead of time so, panicking backstage right before I went on, I decided to sing an opera piece, then dance the polka in a Tango outfit with my 7 foot tall turtle. Yeah. lol It was crazy. They showed this whole clip of me with my turtle and how I raised it from a little egg and etc. Then I went onstage to perform and some director dude rushed after me and started fixing my dress and telling someone to 'fix up her nose.' What was wrong with me nose? I think I sort of woke up after that or something, because I don't remember how I did, or what my third act would have been.
My second dream, has to do with seeing Donalee and finals and all. I dreamed that I was with Donalee, but we were somewhere... else, where she was living, by the ocean. And I was visiting her because she was going to be leaving. So we were hanging out, taking boats out on the water looking at starfish mounds (I don't those actually exist, tho) and she was super excited to go see this aquarium, but it was like a 5 hour drive, and I told her that I couldn't because I had a final scheduled at 2:30 and it was already 11 and, really, I should probably do some studying. lol Basically, I was just all stressed in my dream that I wouldn't get to spend time with her and do my finals. Ridiculous how obsessed I am with things...
Yesterday, during one of my short breaks from studying, I watched a couple Britain's Got Talent performances. I saw someone sing, a couple of kids dance, and a dog perform.
Also, yesterday, I was worrying a lot about having time to study and take all my finals, and still be able to pick up my sister (Donalee) from the airport and take her to the MTC. I thought the testing center closed at 5pm on Wednesday (my lovely roommate informed me this morning that it doesn't, fortunately) and I wouldn't have had time to pick her up and take that final.
So, on to my dreams. I had two. The first was that I was on Britain's Got Talent (even though I'm American, I know). But instead of several rounds (semi, finals, etc.) We had to perform three different things in a row, and I couldn't just sing three times. I hadn't known this ahead of time so, panicking backstage right before I went on, I decided to sing an opera piece, then dance the polka in a Tango outfit with my 7 foot tall turtle. Yeah. lol It was crazy. They showed this whole clip of me with my turtle and how I raised it from a little egg and etc. Then I went onstage to perform and some director dude rushed after me and started fixing my dress and telling someone to 'fix up her nose.' What was wrong with me nose? I think I sort of woke up after that or something, because I don't remember how I did, or what my third act would have been.
My second dream, has to do with seeing Donalee and finals and all. I dreamed that I was with Donalee, but we were somewhere... else, where she was living, by the ocean. And I was visiting her because she was going to be leaving. So we were hanging out, taking boats out on the water looking at starfish mounds (I don't those actually exist, tho) and she was super excited to go see this aquarium, but it was like a 5 hour drive, and I told her that I couldn't because I had a final scheduled at 2:30 and it was already 11 and, really, I should probably do some studying. lol Basically, I was just all stressed in my dream that I wouldn't get to spend time with her and do my finals. Ridiculous how obsessed I am with things...
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Sunday Thoughts
Today it was really nice out, so Emily and I walked over to Kiwana's park and layed about on the grass for a bit. Walking back, I was smelling a couple flowers I picked, listening to When the Love Falls by Yiruma, and loving the beautiful day. But then a stupid, loud, smelly truck drove by and I just thought- "Now why did people have to go and ruin this awesome world by making those nasty things?"
I'm not an environmentalist, and I like air conditioning and dishwashers and motorcycles same as the next person. But they're loud and rather annoying, actually. And you know, for a while, all technology really made me miffed.
Later, I was in the kitchen trying to find something to eat. I finally decided to open a can of something, but most things I had were just sides, (beets, tomato juice, etc.). I found the can of freshwater shrimp that dad left for me when my family came to visit last month. It's funny, because, I remember him holding them out to me and saying "These are really good."
And apparently I wasn't paying attention, because I thought they were tuna. I said "Oh, I know. And I just got some baby dill pickles- which is perfect, because they're way good together."
He gave me an odd look. "Pickles?"
"Yeah, nothing better. SO good. I can't wait. Thanks Pops."
And he just half grinned like he thought I was super weird but he'd go along with me. I love him for that. I feel so silly now. Pickles and shrimp? Eh!
I'm not an environmentalist, and I like air conditioning and dishwashers and motorcycles same as the next person. But they're loud and rather annoying, actually. And you know, for a while, all technology really made me miffed.
Later, I was in the kitchen trying to find something to eat. I finally decided to open a can of something, but most things I had were just sides, (beets, tomato juice, etc.). I found the can of freshwater shrimp that dad left for me when my family came to visit last month. It's funny, because, I remember him holding them out to me and saying "These are really good."
And apparently I wasn't paying attention, because I thought they were tuna. I said "Oh, I know. And I just got some baby dill pickles- which is perfect, because they're way good together."
He gave me an odd look. "Pickles?"
"Yeah, nothing better. SO good. I can't wait. Thanks Pops."
And he just half grinned like he thought I was super weird but he'd go along with me. I love him for that. I feel so silly now. Pickles and shrimp? Eh!
Friday, April 9, 2010
My Manifesto
We had to write a personal manifesto for my History of Civ through Theater class. Here is mine. Still dunno how I feel about it...
*- “Men are that they might have joy.” ~2 Nephi 2:25
*- “But before ye seek for riches, seek ye for the kingdom of God.” ~Jacob 2:18
*- “All these things shall give thee experience, and shall be for thy good... therefore, hold on thy way.” ~ D&C 122:7,9
“Today you are you, that is truer than true. There is no one alive, who is youer than you.” ~Dr. Seuss
My Life is My own
*- “Men are that they might have joy.” ~2 Nephi 2:25
- “While in the pursuit of happiness, one should stop and just be happy.”
- "Most of us are about as happy as we make our minds up to be." ~Abraham Lincoln
- “Blessed are those who can laugh at themselves, for they shall never cease to be amused.”
- "It was when I was happiest that I longed most...The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing...to find the place where all the beauty came from." ~C. S. Lewis
- “When things go wrong, you can either laugh or cry. I choose to laugh, because crying gives me a headache.” ~Marjorie Hinckley
- “Whenever I feel blue, I start breathing again.” ~L. Frank Baum
- “Don’t take life too seriously. No one gets out alive anyway.”
- “Go on, enjoy yourself, call the life you live today your own… get rid of this too-much grief… for those solemn people and those people who scowl, life is not really life, but catastrophe.”
- ~Euripides
- "The best way to cheer yourself up: cheer everybody else up." ~ Mark Twain
- “God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there. There is no such thing.” ~C. S. Lewis
*- “But before ye seek for riches, seek ye for the kingdom of God.” ~Jacob 2:18
- “Success is not the key to happiness. Happiness is the key to success.” ~Albert Schweitzer
- “If you are rich, and you die, you still die.”
- “Spend your life on something that will outlast it.” ~ William James
- “The best things in life aren’t things.”
- “Change the way you look at things, and the things you look at change.” ~ Dr. Wayne Dyer
- “There are two ways to be rich; make more or desire less.”
- "Try not to be a person of success, but rather a person of virtue." ~Albert Einstein
- "But if I feel like just a teardrop in the rain when I meant to be a river- God sees the ocean in me.” ~Cherie Call
*- “All these things shall give thee experience, and shall be for thy good... therefore, hold on thy way.” ~ D&C 122:7,9
- "Think not those faithful who praise all thy words and actions, but those who kindly reprove thy faults." ~Socrates
- “Don’t say ‘why me?’ say ‘try me!’”
- “You don't have to move the sky, but you can chase the clouds away. You don't have to change the world, but you might do it anyway.” ~Cherie Call
- “Always expect the worst, then when good things happen you’ll be pleasantly surprised.” ~Marjorie Pay Hinckley
- “You fell? Well, get up.”
- "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." ~Lao-Tzu
- “This day we sailed on.” ~Christopher Columbus
- “Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail better.” ~Samuel Beckett
- “When life hands you lemons- smile. How often do you get free stuff?”
- "Whether you think that you can or that you can't, you are usually right." ~Henry Ford
- “Our problems are opportunities to discover God’s solutions.”
Stick to your task till it sticks to you.
Beginners are many, but enders are few.
Honor, power, place and praise
Will always come to the one who stays.
Stick to your task till it sticks to you;
Bend at it, sweat at it, smile at it, too—
For out of the bend and the sweat and the smile
Will come life’s victories after awhile
Beginners are many, but enders are few.
Honor, power, place and praise
Will always come to the one who stays.
Stick to your task till it sticks to you;
Bend at it, sweat at it, smile at it, too—
For out of the bend and the sweat and the smile
Will come life’s victories after awhile
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