Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Note Taking and Tricks Up the Ol' Sleeve

This afternoon there was another group outside the student union telling people if they were going to heaven or...not. Everyone besides them fit into the "not" category. I'm pretty sure it's the same people who called me a whore-monger last week. (Although, apparently, that's only what guys are called. Girls are just plain old whores. They cleared this all up for us today, it was quite considerate really.) Anyway, I sat back from the crowd just enough to avoid all of the chaos but still close enough to hear them and took notes for a paper I'm going to write. For over an hour. I probably looked like a creep sitting there observing everyone, all the while my little pencil scratching away. Love it. That's why I'm going into writing. Anyway, after collecting about 4 pages of notes I headed on back to my apartment. As I was pulling in I saw a HyVee van. "Hmm," I thought, "someone must be getting a delivery." And then I continued on up to my little living space. (Which I LOVE, by the way. Having my own place is super exciting! Stephanie and I had our first movie party last weekend and hosted our Sunday dinner. I feel as if we're little Martha Stewarts!) Then I got a phone call from the apartment complex. What the heck!? I'm not late for any bills. So, of course I answered it to find out what was going on. "You have a delivery. Would you like me to bring it up to you?" Omygoodness! A delivery for me! I wasn't expecting anything to come so this was a nice little surprise. What could it be?! When she (Hannah is her name) got to my door I, of course, opened it and I had flowers! It wasn't my birthday or Valentines Day and no one had died or anything so I was pretty sure this might be a mistake. But alas, it was no mistake. I had gone on a nice, casual, fun date last weekend and he, the guy I went on the date with, had sent me flowers just because.  Someone had sent me flowers just because! No one had ever sent me flowers just because. I always wanted to get flowers just because! =) Oh and did I mention there was also a cute little teddy bear tied on with a ribbon? No? Well there was. Ooh buddy...we're playing hardball now and you sure have some good tricks up your sleeve.



Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Happiness in Poetry and Song

This semester I am taking a poetry class and we had to read a myriad of poems and then choose one to which we would write a response of sorts. I really liked one called The Secret by Denise Levertov.

The Secret
Two girls discover
the secret of life
in a sudden line of
poetry.

I who don't know the
secret wrote
the line. They
told me

(through a third person)
they had found it
but not what it was
not even

what line it was. No doubt
by now, more than a week
later, they have forgotten
the secret,

the line, the name of
the poem. I love them
for finding what
I can't find,

and for loving me
for the line I wrote,
and for forgetting it
so that

a thousand times, till death
finds them, they may
discover it again, in other
lines

in other
happenings. And for
wanting to know it,
for

assuming there is
such a secret, yes,
for that
most of all. 



And here's my attempt at poetry...


In response to:
The Secret


There is a truth
universally known:
We want what we 
can't have.


Ageless beauty, endless life
sought after by all
and lost looking for
the Fountain of Youth


Temporary fix, forgotten troubles
late nights drowning in that liquid gold
but with the morning light
regret comes knocking.


Every cupboard and corner
is meticulously scoured
searching for that awe-inspiring treasure:
the key to happiness.


It is accepted 
that such a thing
does not exist
but...what if?


What if there was
a key to happiness, a secret
and we could have it?
Would we take it?


What if happiness was 
as simple as 
loving your neighbor:
your friends, your family, your God?


What if happiness was 
not about having what you want
but wanting what you have?
What if.


Well there you have it, my first poem of the semester. Keep in mind it's only a rough draft. Anyway, hope you liked it! Smile and be happy today! Remember, your Heavenly Father loves you and is always there for you if only you're willing to ask. President Obama gave a very good quote during his inaugural address. He said, "We will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist." That's how our Heavenly Father works. He is willing to help us, he is begging for us to let him help us, carry us even. We just have to ask and allow Him into our lives. If you need a little something else to brighten your day, play the following song. It's a sure-fire way to put that extra bounce in your step and give you that feeling of "I'm awesome and I can do this!" 

Make it a great day! =)

P.S.- Yesterday I switched to the College of Journalism, I mean I'm still at UNL and all I'm just no longer in Arts and Sciences. Anyway, I've been contemplating this for quite a long time now...and after a lot of prayer I finally decided to go for it. I'm so happy about my decision I feel like I'm literally floating right now! If you have the time read about it on my other blog.
 http://missionarygirlfriend-sierrashanea.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-is-wonderful.html  If you don't have time...Well read it anyway. It's good for you. And builds character. And all that jazz.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Witnessing History/ Creeping

Today I witnessed the shortest skirt known to mankind. I'm pretty sure I was just a part of history and, someday, our children will read about that skirt in their textbooks and there, in the background of the picture, I will be. Wide-eyed and all. I wish I could have snapped a photo of this skirt to prove it to you, but it was a hit and run and unfortunately, I could not. I seriously cannot explain to you how short it was, I honestly don't believe you could even call it a skirt, perhaps some sort of strange underwear. I don't know. When I sent my mom a text informing her of this grandeur moment in time, (Yes. I text my mom. Quite often actually.) she asked where the picture was; after relating the tragic news that I didn't have time to collect evidence, the conversation carried on as follows:

Mom: Ahh...your ole mother would've taken one.Very inconspicuously...
Me: Haha like you did with the hippie in Colorado? Reeaaal inconspicuous.
Mom: Or like the bum in D.C...I'm a pro
Me: Ahh creeping. It's truly a hidden art.

Good ol' mom. I love her. =) Just so you know, the hippie wasn't subtle AT all. She grabbed my camera and very openly took a snapshot of him. I have to hand it to her though, getting the picture of the hobo on the side of the street was quite sneaky. She pretended like she was taking a picture of one of the guys who went with us in our group, even having him smile and pose, but she secretly zoomed in through the crook of his arm and captured a timeless photo of the only true hobo I have ever seen. Oh mother dear, how you've passed on your skills.

Monday, August 22, 2011

First day of classes? Clearly a success.

Today was the first day of classes. Bo Pelini already ran past me. *Sigh* Oh the life of almost rubbing shoulders with a legend. After that I had to buy a dang textbook that ended up costing me approximately $150. That's like a week of my earnings. Spent on one stupid book that I'm never going to open again after this semester all because some crazed, money hungry, man decided to price a book that is completely useless way too high. As I was waiting in the extremely long line to purchase this ridiculous book, I wanted to shoot myself in the face. Why you ask? Standing right behind me were two sorority girls who were like omygosh, sooo not excited to go to chamber tonight. Yes. That's really how they talked. Here's a little piece of their conversation that was burned into my memory:
"And you know she always wore like omygosh, the uuuggllieesst skirts every single day. And she only had like 3 of them, seriously, so I saw her same ugly outfits every week." "OMG are you serious?" "Yeah. Oh this store has like everything! Omygosh it's soooo cuutee!" "It really is!" "Oh did you see those new girls who pledged? Yeah...well we will see them tonight at the meeting and then we have chamber. Oh remember last year when we had to like sit and wait while the other girls went to chamber? Yeah. omygosh I hate chamber. And they have to meet with like everyone in the house. Ohhh did you see the (some random thing I forgot) on Chi Omega's house? Omygosh do you think they have to pay for that themselves?" "Oh no doubt! It's probably a part of their house fee!" "Ohh yeah. And I heard that the pledge year for Alpha Whogivesa Crappa (not their actual words but I can't keep all those stupid names straight) is reaallly hot!!" 

Okay. Do you understand why standing in that line was torture for me? My ears were practically bleeding. After I exited the union I walked right into a group of raging protesters, (getting started early in the year) who called me, among other students, a drunk, murderer, and whore monger.
Ahh I love college. All this is why I wake up in the morning. =)

Friday, August 19, 2011

Black and Whites

I am obsessed with black and white photos. I LOVE them! Especially early 1900's couples. They are my favorite. Old movie stars like Audrey Hepburn follow in a close second place, but to no avail. The Couples win. What can I say? I am a hopeless romantic. If you don't understand my obsession, don't worry, you soon will. Feast your eyes upon the wondrous photographs.




 These next two I actually have in my apartment. I loove them!



This last one I used to have in my dorm...until it fell behind the stupid desk attached to the wall that will forever claim what used to be the best part of my room. It was a tragic day.


Now do you understand? I thought you might. =)

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Sleep

I've been thinking...I need more sleep. I run on an average of 5 hours of sleep a night...and I wonder why I'm so tired. Sheesh. What's wrong with me? Sometimes I am really busy, but often I am still awake at 2 am for no good reason. Why do I do this to myself? Why, now that I am out of seminary and five sports a year, why am I forcing my body to exhaustion? I'm not really sure. I'm thinking I should probably change that.
Also, I cannot believe I am moving into my first apartment this weekend. My very own place. It's unbelievable! I am almost 20 and I still feel like I'm 17! It doesn't always seem like it, but life really flies by. Sometimes I think, I would love to be either younger than I am, I miss sports and theater, or older than I am, having my missionary home so we could start on this next exciting part of our life together. Then I realize, what am I doing? I will never get these two years back.If there was ever something I wanted to do on my own, this would be the time to do it. Go get 'em, girl! Show the world what you can do! Now I just have to figure that out myself...

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Too Much For One

So I've been thinking...I am way too opinionated to have just one blog. My other blog is all about how I am waiting for my missionary and my life during these two years without him. However, I have discovered that I love blogging! I have so much to say and share and it doesn't all fit into the theme of a missionary girlfriend. Even if no one reads this one, I don't care. I love writing. I love putting my thoughts into words and onto paper, or in this case into cyberspace. So that's what this blog is for, my thoughts and opinions. 
WARNING:
It will be random. It will be biased. It will be 100% what I think and how I feel and that will change quite often. This I guarantee. So sit back, relax, and enjoy (or don't, that's fine too) what I have to say.