Monday, September 29, 2008


I just recently read this book:

and it was fantastic. A.J. Jacob's first book, "The Know-it-All" is one of my favorites--it's about his quest to read the entire encyclopedia. Anyways, this book isn't quite as good as his first one, but nontheless he's hilarious and you would love him. I'm real proud of myself, I haven't read a novel since high school (and that was usually just for a class) and now I actually finished a novel! Gold star for me. The REAL reason for this post is that I am now bookless because of aforementioned (is that a word?) finishing of this book, so....what should I read? What's your favorite book? Suggestions are required. If you don't, then you will have bad luck for the next 22 years and a boils on your feet for a lifetime. In other words, please?

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Here's to the mailman

This man made my week. Six weeks later, I got a letter and gratefully Matt still exists. I promised myself I wouldn't be a letter-waiter, or cheesy and say stuff like "I love my missionary!" but y'know what


and I sprinted across campus to get it, and if that makes me very zoobie BYUish, then so be it. I embrace my lonely missionary widower tendencies.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Sad songs should be banned

I used to think I was original. That stereotypical chick flicks and sappy books about love such as "Charly" would never get to me. (Just so you know, Charly didn't). I'm a Twilight book-hater, and an anti-country music person, for example, because of both of their just ridiculous BLATANT unoriginality on the topic of love and reality. But, friends, big news. I'm a girl, and I'm freaking emotional as of late. I was listening to a microbiology podcast on iTunes, and right as it finished, the next song in my library started playing. Which, incidentally was Landslide by Fleetwood Mac. Have you ever listened to it? Or even read the words? If not, indulge now. Lyrics follow:

I took my love, I took it down
Climbed a mountain and I turned around
I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
till the landslide brought me down

Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail thru the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?

Well, I've been afraid of changing
cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older
and I'm getting older too

Oh, take my love, take it down
Climb a mountain and turn around
If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide will bring it down
If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well maybe the landslide will bring it down

Wow, right? okay, maybe not for you, but I was near tears after it was over. A combination of the crappiness that is hard college classes, the beautiful tone of Stevie Nicks' voice, and just every sad thing in my life that this song made me think of has made me an emotional child. And nothing in my life is particularly sad at the moment. Damn that Stevie Nicks.
And it's not just this song, mind you. After it was over I decided (foolishly) to go on a sad song binge and listen to every song that has ever had any meaning to me in my entire lame little emotional wreck life, and 1 hour later I tore off my headphones in disgust and started to write this post. Now I think I'm no better then those girls who break up with there boyfriends because their love isn't as real as Edward's and whats-her-face's and think that A Walk to Remember is the most profound and inspirational film every created. Kill me.