[walking in the library]
"but the whole class got a lot better when I stopped thinking about him as a rational human being..."
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Things that never fail to put me in a better mood
1. Reading the scriptures. I haven't always gotten so much out of my personal study, but especially since I came to college, there is rarely a melancholy mood that isn't smashed by putting in my earplugs, grabbing a pen, and really reading the Book of Mormon.
2. Listening to music. Music has been inextricably tied to my emotions ever since I can remember. There are a few songs that literally never fail to lift my spirits. It's classical conditioning. I am a rat and Jay Sean or Mika or Sara Bareilles or Colors or Owl City is the bell. (I guess that makes my mood like my saliva.)
3. Exercising. I love how alive I feel after I have jogged around the block or put my healthy, young body to use somehow. There is something inherently rewarding about physical work.
4. Friends and family. I am blessed to have literally hundreds of friends on campus and family only a phone call away.
5. Cuddling. Hm. Not much to say about this one. But since we're sharing, I thought I'd be honest.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
My five minutes of fame
Did you know February was black history month? I'll be honest, I didn't know that until last December (2008) when my roommate Andrea told me she'd give me a jamba juice certificate if she could photograph me for her job (she worked at multi-cultural services).
A few weeks later, I was walking through the Wilk, eyeing the waffle cones at Sugar and Spice (as I normally do) and I suddenly come face to face with myself.
An almost life-size version of myself entreating those passers-by to become involved in black history month.
For a month, the most common comment I got about it was, " . . . but . . . [confused look] . . . you're white . . ."
Really?! Shoot, I hadn't noticed . . .
A few weeks later, I was walking through the Wilk, eyeing the waffle cones at Sugar and Spice (as I normally do) and I suddenly come face to face with myself.
An almost life-size version of myself entreating those passers-by to become involved in black history month.
For a month, the most common comment I got about it was, " . . . but . . . [confused look] . . . you're white . . ."
Really?! Shoot, I hadn't noticed . . .
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
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