It's Back

"What's back?" you may ask. Well a lot of things actually.

The first thing that is back is school. I just started my 8th semester of school and by this time next year I will either be in a master's program or I will be preparing to graduate. Weird right.

Part of me is really excited to be back in school. I've always loved school. I love learning. I especially love learning about things that I am already interested in. The other part of me is really sad. I just finished the most amazing break of my life. I spent a lot of time with this guy that I really like. With school back in I have to spend less time with him. Between school, work, and sorority I really don't have a lot of time left over, but we will make it work.

That brings up another thing that is back. The second thing is . . . Sorority! I love Zeta. It is such an amazing program. I've been in it for four years now. I've made some amazing friends, had some incredible experiences and learned things that I will never forget. We had Rush last week and got 7 brand new amazing girls. I'm excited to get to know them. Plus we have some amazing activities planned.

The Third things is yoga. I'm taking a yoga class again. The last time I took one was about a year and a half ago. It's part of the reason I'm excited for school to start again. I love yoga classes. It gives me a chance to exercise. Which I don't get to do a lot of during the school year. The added bonus is that, at least for me, exercise is an amazing stress reliever. I always feel better after I exercise.

The fourth and final thing that is back is me blogging. Do you realize that I haven't blogged in over a month. I was doing so well for a while. So hopefully I will start blogging more. I really do enjoy it.

Random Thoughts 2

This post is basically a way for me to get all my random thoughts out of my head so that I can focus on studying for my finals.

I got a job at Downeast! Yay!

I've been on four amazing dates with an amazing guy!

I can't believe the semester is almost over, but I still can't wait for winter break.

Does it ever seem like all the good things in life happen at once?

I can't remember the last time that I was this happy!

I love my institute class and my institute teacher.

I have no respect for my abnormal psychology professor.

Monday was one of the most uncomfortable days of my life.

I love being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.

I love being a nursery leader. It's probably the number one reason why I don't go to a singles ward.

I'm missing an amazing dinner tonight because of work. :(

I'm going to a Zeta sleepover tonight.

I love Christmas!

One of the most peaceful things in the world is listening to Christmas music while drinking hot chocolate and siting in front of a fully decorated Christmas tree.

I have to preform in my ballroom dance class and I'm not excited.

I really need to write my friend Jennie and it is going to be an amazingly long letter.

I really really want to see the light on temple square!

I warned you that it was going to be random. Now let's see if I can actually study now.

New Car

I should start this by clarifying that it is not my new car that I am talking about it is my moms. I just get to drive it.

Since I started driving I've been driving my mom's Mazda. I loved the Mazda. I even gave her a name. Her name was Elphaba Stitch Smith. Elphaba because she was green, Stitch because it was a 626 Mazda and Stitch was experiment 626, and Smith because that is my last name. Well as Elphaba became older, she is now 12 years older, she needed more and more repairs. It finally got to the point that every couple of months we were paying hundreds of dollars to keep her running. This week we had to get her inspected and she failed, despite the fact that we had just had her repaired in September. It got to the point wear it would actually be cheaper to buy an new car then to keep up with repairing Elphaba. So my mom bought a new car.

The new car is a red, Impreza hatchback. Now my mom is a very good sport and didn't even roll her eyes when my dad suggested the crazy lady as a name for the car, because the car is red and we are Ute fans. However, After Aly saw the car she told everyone that we couldn't call the car crazy lady because the car was a boy. Try as we might we couldn't convince Aly that the car was a girl. So we had to come up with a different name and the new name is better. Louie the Ute Mobile! Isn't that awesome. We decided that since Louie Sakoda (Utah's kicker in 2008) didn't get drafted we needed to honor him in some other way. What better way than to name a car after him.

We love Louie! The car and the person.

All Smiles

So there is this really cute boy in my institute class. I really like him. Today he asked for my number! I haven't stopped smiling since.

Little Lessons

A couple of weeks ago my littlest sister was playing with chalk in the front yard. After a while we heard her  yelling. We watched out the window to see if she was just having fun or if there was a problem. It was a problem. As we watched we discovered that there were three little boys across the street teasing her. She doesn't take tease very well because she is Autistic. We quickly brought her inside to calm her down.

It didn't take us very long to get her to calm down, but she still wanted to play outside. We tried to convince her to play in the back yard, but she insisted on playing in the front because she wanted to finish her drawing. We finally agreed to allow her to play in the front yard again on the condition that she ignore the boys across the street. My other sister and I decided that we would go out and play with her to make sure that there wasn't anymore trouble.

As we played the boys shouted things across the street obviously looking for a reaction. Every once in a while I would have to remind my littlest sister to ignore them. She would take a deep breath and then go back to her playing (which is very impressive for an autistic child). The more we ignored the the ruder their comments became. Finally I could hear them talking about coming into our yard. At that point I stopped coloring and started watching. Soon after one of the boys was making his way across the street. At that point I knew that ignoring them was not longer an option, so a yelled "If you come into this yard I will call the police." I knew that I actually wouldn't but I also knew that it would stop him from actually coming into our yard.

At that point he  stood in the street yelling at me. He told me that his dad could beat me up. After about a minute of this a asked Aly if she was  ready to come inside. She said yes and we started cleaning up. At this point my dad was on the porch watching. Once we were inside my dad told the boys that they needed to learned some manners. My dad can be very intimidating when he want to be and I'm sure that right then he was, but it didn't phase the boys. The one in the street told my dad that he wasn't afraid of him. At this point our dog Sparky escaped from the house and ran toward the little boy in the street (anyone who knows Sparky knows that he is harmless). The little boy screamed proving that he wasn't as tough as he looked. Sparky was then brought inside. We all hoped that we would never see those boys again, but we did.

About a week later I took Aly and My brother out to dinner. We got McDonalds and brought it home. As I pulled into the drive way I realized that the boys were back. I thought we will just go inside and not even deal with them. As I we were going inside Aly turned to the little boys smiled, waved, and said "Hi!" I motioned her inside. Once inside I said "Aly, those were the boys that were mean to you last week, why did you say hi?" Her answer amazed me. She told me "I want them to know that I am nice."

I learned an amazing lesson that day in forgiveness, humility, and Chirst like love. I have a greater understanding of what is meant when we  are asked to become like children. I hope that one day my little sister will be able to look up to me like I look up to her.

Tutus

My littlest sister is nine years old and has asking what I was going to be for Halloween since the beginning of August. I told i didn't know yet but to wait until the end of September and I would let her know then. Well the end of September came and I had no idea, which is weird because I usually come up with something. When she once again asked me what I was going to be for Halloween I avoided the question by asking her what she was going to be. A fairy princess she told me. Well the wheels started to turn in my head and I decided that it was a pretty great idea. So I told her that I would be a fairy princess too.

My mom got very excited about this because she had seen some really cute tutus that she wanted to try to make herself. We bought 40 yards of tulle later we started making the tutus. I cut the tulle into five inch sections and then tied them around an elastic. When I started I thought that there was no way that I would use all that tulle. Turns out I did. Yep, all forty yards of tulle where used to make two tutus.

I'm quite proud of my tutus. They are huge and poofy. It's wonderful. I'm not going to post pictures yet. I think that I will wait until after my family's Halloween party.

Make Good Choices

My first three years of college I lived at my Grandparent's house in Salt Lake, but I would usually go home to Layton on the weekends. Whenever I did that I would always leave Sunday night after dinner, as I would leave my dad you yell "Drive safe. Make good choices!" Well one week I was running out to my car to put my bag in it before I said good bye to everyone as I was running out the door my little sister yelled "Make good choises!" Everyone immediately burst out lauging.

Today I was leaving my pyschology class and as everyone was leaving my psychology professor yelled "Have a nice weekend! Make good choices!"

I get the feeling that someone is trying to tell me something. Hmmm...but what could it be?