A New Year (Somewhat early because otherwise I would probably just forget)

I was just looking through my archives to see what New Year's goals I made last December to prepare for a fantastic New Year's post this week, but it appears that I didn't put any on my blog. Either I was feeling rather unambitious or I wrote them somewhere else and they are now lost. In any case, they were probably something like exercise, get a boyfriend, learn to cook, etc. For those of you who are interested, I weigh about seven pounds less than last January (which unfortunately doesn't mean I'm healthier in any way), I found myself a boy to date (the sudden drop in posts corresponds with that event), and I am still really, really good at making toast.

This year though, I don't think I'm going to put any goals on my blog either. I mean, I could write about how I should eat healthier, but really, I'm not sure I desire that enough to actually eat any healthier. I could write about how I want to save money, but that vague goal is worthless unless I put a dollar amount with it, and as we know it's not polite to talk about money. (even though I seem to constantly complain about being poor....sorry fools)

I will say however, something that I would like to accomplish this year is going to be awesome at my major. I haven't really talked very much about my new school experience since I got my new major (Technology and Engineering Education) but I would like you all to know that I love it, so much. And after my interview last week, I did officially make it in. (there is apparently an entrance process) It's like I go to school now and everything we learn I think is fascinating. Pretty much everyone in my major is awesome and I think that we all mesh rather well. I love the environment, I love the subject matter, and I am getting closer to being sold on the idea of being a teacher. Somedays I'm 100%, and somedays I think I would rather work as a Graphic Designer. But we shall see I guess. Whatever I decide to do I would like to be good at it though.

It's such an unusual sensation, that now in class we do things that I think are really interesting, and that I want to be the best at. And sometimes I am. And I love it. I'm not really someone who's ever been the best at anything, I can think of exactly one time in highschool that a teacher ever told me my work was fantasticly good, I've always just kind of been sort of average. My own fault yes, but it never really bothered me. My work was good and I usually put a fair amount of effort into it, it was just never the best. But now that's something I want, and I can't tell you how fun it is to strive for that. How good it feels to look at your work and be proud of it.

So I guess I did end up writing about a goal I have. Does it sound arrogant? I hope not. Doing really good work just feels good, and sometimes being the best is great.

Ah, what the heck. Writing this post has given me some goal ideas.

1. Find the Imposter. Sometimes I'm tempted to add her on facebook but I will settle for a sighting without the friendship because I worry about if she found my blog and read all the things I write about her. I suppose if she googled herself my blog would be the first thing to come up though anyway...

2. Write on my blog sometimes. And not just crap as I've been doing lately. I feel like I used to be better at this, but now the only readers I have are the poor souls who got suckered in when I actually wrote about interesting things and have lost so much brain matter reading my posts, they don't know that they should leave.

3. That's about it for now.

In which my soul cries in anguish

The tabernacle

Is now this:

I really cannot tell you how devastating this is.

Full story here.

Excitement!

Woo hoo!

and Penelope Cruz? What the...

17

This is my brother Sam, and today he turned 17.

I would have blogged earlier today, but those cheetah wedges traumatized me so much....

A few fun Sam facts:

1. Sam is a biker. He bikes every day during the summer, and up mountains like they're nothing.

Lexi: Today I rode my bike to work, that hill by the gate? Yeah, hill of death.

Sam: I biked 65 miles today. I beat this guy up to Squaw Peak overlook.

Lexi: I'm a bum.

Crazy.

2. Sam is a vegetarian. More so because he doesn't like meat than anything else, he's a very picky eater. From ages 3 to about five he would eat nothing but pop tarts, and lived in mortal fear of bread. Not an exaggeration either. (he does eat real food these days.)

3. Sam will never let me take pictures of him. As you can see here, here and here. The one above I sneaked in from below when he was cutting his cake and couldn't push me away because of the large piece of cake in his hand and the white rug beneath his feet. His open mouth is saying, "Hey!"

4. I remember when Sam was born. The people at the hospital put him in a Christmas sock to take home instead of a blanket.

5. Sam speaks German. Surprisingly well.

Happy birthday Sam!

And for the mere price of my tuition I could have...

I want these. bad.

and to make matters even worse, there is not a single pair of leopard wedge booties left in my size (and my price range) in the entire world. Nowhere to be found.

My life is hard.

What the devil?

Last week I went to a White Elephant work party with Matisse.

This is what I took home:

From the moment the unsuspecting girl across the room opened it, I knew it must be mine. I stole it the next turn. (Luck? I think not. Pure divine intervention is what that was.)

What the devil is it!?!?

Anyone who can tell me will receive +100 good karma. Go.

And on the sixth day, it was clean

Once a month in my lovely apartment building we have cleaning checks. Generally they're not a big deal. Sometimes they spawn from Satan, as described here.

Regardless, they come every month without fail. This morning I awoke to my roommate cleaning the house in a mad frenzy. "Cleaning checks!" she said. Chelsea and I, who were on our way out the door for some exercise, (a run to my parent's house for breakfast) groaned and turned around to go look at the list of jobs and sign up for our share. it was thirty minutes to 10, when the checks start so we quickly cleaned the kitchen and bathroom. Then we left about our business.

Fast forward to 7 pm. I come home from various study groups and ask, "did we fail anything?" (Because last time that happened they charged me and then I was angry and told them to replace the lineolium floors every thirty or so years, and I'm fairly sure they now hate me. see again this post. But I diverge) Leah answered, "they never actually came."

I looked at the sheet. It was true.

I loked at the announcements. Cleaning checks the 18th of december. That's next week.

Blast.

Well, I felt cheated.

Soapbox please...

Ahem.

This video done by Divine Comedy has recently become rather popular. Ha ha, pretty funny, laugh at the stereotypes, whatever, I would just like to point out to everyone that BYU girls and Provo, UT girls are not the same thing. These are not Provo stereotypes, they are BYU stereotypes. I grew up five blocks from campus, and then I turned 18 and started going to BYU, and I am here to tell you they are not the same thing.

There is a difference!!!

I'm so tired of everyone coming to BYU and being like, "People in Provo are weird, I hate Provo. What is there even to do in Provo?"

Fools! There are weird people at BYU, it's a fact, but I can guarantee you that the vast majority of them are not native Provonians. Everyone comes to BYU and talks about how it's such a huge culture shock and then they blame it on Provo, but what they don't know is that BYU culture and Provo culture are two different things. If they decided to venture outside the bubble they would see for themselves.

BYU is not even a good representation of Mormon culture. It's related, yes, but even then it's still strangely different. Don't get me wrong, BYU is not completely made up of weirdos, there are are plenty of nice normal people who go there too. Also, even though I sound like I'm ripping on it, I am not a BYU hater.

I just want to remind the world that Provo, UT girls are not the same thing as "BYU girls".

And look! C. Jane agrees with me!