for the sake of blogging

The semester is over. Time for reflection...? Nah, I'm too tired. I'll do that later.
I held single's ward FHE at my apartment last night and decided to be creative and decorate sugar cookies.
Here is the ridiculousness that resulted.

people are curious creatures.

I buckled down and have been studying in our life sciences study room for several hours. It's about 65 degrees or less in here. Not conducive to nap taking... I'm usually freezing when it's below 75 degrees, so I'm currently a shriveled purple color.

We have these couches and chairs inside and outside this study room. The chairs are made of this hideous, yet appropriate, multicolored fabric. The arms of the chair are topped with a wooden panel an inch deep that run the length of the arm. They're mildly modern looking.

After years of use, these chairs and couches are holding up nicely in my opinion. However, many of the wood-paneled arms fall off. These panels are basically, glossy 2 x 4's, so when they hit the linoleum they make a surprisingly loud noise.

It is not uncommon to sit in a chair and have the arm panels fall to the ground in a great commotion. The hilarity of this scenario is that, without fail, EVERY SINGLE PERSON this happens to, before leaving, will carefully put the wood back on the arm of the chair for another unsuspecting fool to knock off and create more racket. It kills me!

How many years of college education does it take to remove all common sense from an individual?

Boneheads.

random memory

When I was born my maternal grandmother gave me a blanky that she made. That thing became my security blanket for probably close to a decade. (sad, embarassing, but true). For the first couple years of life, I was never without my yellow friend. It trailed close behind me everywhere I went. Following toddler years, I weened down to mostly sleeping with it. I made it through typical daily routine without toting it along. I did include it in play time; I brought it out when it was time to play house, dolls, or picnic. It went with me on sleepovers to grandma's as well.

Progressively, I became embarassed about it. The backside of the blanky was shredded due to being drug around in earlier years. Plus, it was faded, and just babyish. However, I still clung to it (in secret).

Then one day, without any prompting, I stopped. I just looked at it, and said, "That's it, we're done". And I THREW IT IN THE GARBAGE!
No kidding. I totally trashed it. (How sentimental of me)

That must have been 15+ years ago. I never thought about it again, until now.
I won't try to psychoanalyze what this could possibly say about my character or how my childhood has influenced my adult behaviors... yikes...too deep

However, I will say that I am regretting that impulsive decision all those years ago.

Steve Jobs

Happily, this morning, I went to my very last plant lab that I will ever have to go to again. My cute professor had us watch this on youtube. Shockingly (ok not) I got all choked up and inspired. Give it a little watch, you'll see what I mean :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UF8uR6Z6KLc