Can I Run Away Now?

Today I started looking at classes and deciding what I need to take for next semester. It hurts the brain to figure out what classes I need are when, and not conflicting with another class. It's hard because I'm at a point in school where I need to take certain classes for my major in order to graduate. Then there's the question of when will I graduate because I have so many credits left to take, so many left that are required for my major, an internship to finish at the end of school and can I take classes at the same time??? It's so confusing because I don't really want to be done with school, work at a real job, or leave Provo. Then there's a question of do I want to go to grad school. That opens up a whole other can of worms. Where do I go, how do I apply, when, do I take the GRE, how do I go about doing that, what time of year should I do it, should I just do it to have my scores???? It makes my brain hurt. I don't want to leave Provo and I want to live with Monica again and have good times. It's kind of shaping up like I will graduate December 2009 and work, maybe live in Utah after graduation if I can find a good job. I am freaking out. So to calm my blood pressure down I will stop thinking about this until I can meet with an advisor. I hate having to plan, I like to only have to worry about classes and stuff going on right now. Bah!

At the Window/Musica

I work in the HFAC ticket office and sometimes I hear random things that go on on the other side. I heard two guys discussing the pros and cons of taking a certain girl in the ward out on a date. My favorite today was this...and I'm not kidding.

"I'm so glad it's getting cold because I finally get to wear scarves!"-Man in the HFAC

You get all kinds.

New Music!
I just bought a bunch of new songs on a Russian music website where it only costs 15 cents per song. I have a couple of new favs. Jason Mraz-Make it Mine. It has a funky feel but it's really fun and I have been listening to it like five or six times a day. James Morrison is a new find. He is british and not really well known here. He has a raspy voice and a soul sound but really makes it work. My favorite song of his is You Give Me Something. I really feel proud of myself when I find new artists. Thanks to Mariss for the hot tip on the website!

News of the Day.

While reading CNN.com today at work these two articles caught my eye. "Got unhappy STD news? Break it with an eCard." Do you believe in love at first sight? Well these people want another look.

The world is weird. The end.

Life's Lessons Learned

There are a few things in life that you don't really learn until you have made the mistake of doing it yourself. Maybe some people are smarter than me, but sometimes I have to experience it to figure out that it probably wasn't a good idea.

Example 1: Don't wash your clothes with fabric softener. It will make them feel greasy. I (having not grown up using fabric softener) assumed it was similar to regular detergent and used it to do a load of laundry. What I learned: fabric softener is not the same as detergent.

Example 2: When you are carrying six text books, two cook books, one recipe box and one large oddly shaped book on skyscrapers for three blocks it is ok to let people help you. I told probably seven different people, five of them boys, that I could do it by myself. My arms were on fire by the time I got back to my apartment. I thought it wouldn't be too bad, but it was. I probably would've looked less gay carrying that big stack if I had not tried to do it all at once. What I learned: let boys help you.

Example 3: Another laundry lesson. When you wash your towels for the first time, (like when they are brand new) don't wash them with anyting else. The little fuzzies are still on the towel from when they were made. These fuzzies will wash off the towel and land on everything else in the load making lint rollers become absolutely necessary. This is very, very annoying. What I learned: be careful what you wash and how you wash it. Especially the first time.

Example 4: Don't leave raw meat under your bed for two weeks. It will start to smell. A lot. And it will make the whole house smell bad. I accidentally had meat in a bag I stuck underneath my bed with some other stuff and it ended up staying there for about two weeks. Disgusting. What I learned: Proper storage and containment of meat is necessary.

I will probably never do these things again having done them already so learn from my example and don't try what I did.

What's in a name?

Shakespeare said, "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." (or something like unto that). Well, I like my name. It's nice to be called by it. For example, I work at a ticket office and see many people during the day. The first few days I didn't have a name tag so no one knew my name. But the past two days I have been wearing it and it has been fun. People say "Hi, Meagan" and I enjoy it. Plus my name tag is spelled right because I made a big deal of it getting spelled right when I got hired. If I have to wear it and label myself with it, I want it correct. I read once in "How to win friends and influence people" (yes I read that book) that our name is something we love to hear, a lot. So if you learn someone else's name they will really appreciate it. I am pretty good a learning names, but there is a line that I have to be careful about. You don't want someone to know you know their name if they don't know yours. It might appear creepy. But you can say, "You're Marissa, right?" It shows you know their name but you haven't been thinking about it all day. Anyway, when you know someone's name, use it!

2 more random things

#1 I secretly want to form a dance crew. It will have asians and blacks because they are good dancers. I also need to find someone to teach me how to dance. I only know enough to look really really bad.

#2 In the past year or so I have developed a fear of germs. I didn't use to at all. Last winter I took to opening doors with my sleeve over my hand so I wouldn't have to touch a handle that a million other people have touched. It's weird trying to open things without having a sleeve. I also am very appreciative of all of the Purell hand sanitizer dispensers all around BYU campus. Whenever I see one I get some hand sanitizer and I feel better. I think part of my phobia goes back to the winter where me and my roommates almost died from the flu. It was horrible. Monica seriously almost died. The next winter I got a flu shot, used sanitizer, opened doors with sleeves, took airborne at the slightest hint of a scratchy throat and managed to escape without ever getting sick during winter semester. That is a miracle. I plan on the same strategy this year.

6 random things

1. I have no qualms about eating in class. I will totally pull out my whole lunch and eat it during lecture. I am hungy and cannot wait any longer, especially if I come right from work. I also eat in the computer lab. I feel a little more bad about that. I don't want to ruin the computers.

2. I love getting free stuff. T-shirts, food, pins, pens, anything. And I know the best ways to get it.

3. I am not a list person. I do not get satisfaction out of making a list and crossing things off. More power to the people who do though. I do, however, find it necessary to sometimes make lists of things I need to do just so I won't forget them. But they aren't necessarily "To-Do" lists.

4. I don't like when people shush me or pat me on the head. I guess I don't like feeling like a little child.

5. I go through stages of obsession. When I was younger I went through: tickle me elmo (even though I was too old for it), 'NSYNC, Harry Potter, Orlando Bloom, Mulan and other things. This usually meant buying merchandise associated with the current obsession. I still have my ticke me elmo doll, 'NSYNC concert poster, Harry Potter books 1-7 and trivia game, Mulan beanie babie dolls complete with a talking dog and Mushu. Most recent obsession: The Bejing Olympics.

6. When I was in elementary school, one year for the physical fitness test my PE teacher had me stand on his foot to lift me up to help me do a pull-up. That's the one and only pull-up I've ever done in my life.