I am now a public health major.


Goodbye, Apathy.

I voted yesterday. Then I paid my fine and my patriotic feeling soon left. I think we aren't paying these officials with tax money to be freaking RUDE and act like you're another teenage drunk driver who got pulled over. After leaving that situation practically in tears (okay, in tears. (not that anyone saw)), I will avoid Springville, speeding tickets, and relief society activities from now on. (Okay, maybe not the relief society activities, but it's a serious consideration).

Also, my roommate Katie wrote this blog, and I love it (I hope she's okay I'm posting it...)

“You may not like what comes from the authority of the Church. It may conflict with your political views. It may contradict your social views. It may interfere with some of your social life … Your safety and ours depends upon whether or not we follow … Let’s keep our eye on the President of the Church.”

-President Harold B. Lee

"Sometimes there are those who feel their earthly knowledge on a certain subject is superior to the heavenly knowledge which God gives to his prophet on the same subject. They feel the prophet must have the same earthly credentials or training which they have had before they will accept anything the prophet has to say that might contradict their earthly schooling. How much earthly schooling did Joseph Smith have? Yet he gave revelations on all kinds of subjects. We haven’t yet had a prophet who earned a doctorate degree in any subject. We encourage earthly knowledge in many areas, but remember if there is ever a conflict between earthly knowledge and the words of the prophet, you stand with the prophet and you’ll be blessed and time will show you have done the right thing."

-President Ezra Taft Benson

“I say to Israel, the Lord will never permit me or any other man who stands as president of the Church to lead you astray. It is not in the program. It is not in the mind of God.”

-President Wilford Woodruff

Good thoughts, n'est-ce pas?

So when a prophet of God tells us to do all we can to get Proposition 8 to pass in California, it'd probably be a good idea to comply. I really think it's ridiculous that members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints would make a petition and send it to the first presidency informing them of their opposition to Proposition 8. Did you or did you not sustain President Thomas S. Monson as a prophet, seer, and revelator a few weeks ago? So why are you blatantly disregarding his council? I'm not saying that we should blindly follow our church leaders, but it really says something to me when the church gets this heavily involved in political matters. It's because this isn't about politics anymore. Should Proposition 8 be defeated the decline of the family as we know it will greatly increase.

There's less than a week left until election day. With whom will you side?

Anyways, in other news, I got full points on my essay for my political science 202 class, and the average was a B. I also got 93% on my international relations class where the average was a 79%. So yeah, feeling pretty good about school right now. :) It's probably just a fluke.

Yes Please.

I don't live in California so there isn't much for me to do about Prop 8 (though I wish I would have known when the calling events were, I would have done that)....but this video is so good and inspirational. I hope that if I lived in California I would be that involved.

All Deliberate Speed.

The facts were these:

1. I turned onto Main Street in Springville, off of 400 South.

2. The street has two lanes for each side, commercial zoning, medians, lights, etc.

3. I subconsciously recalled my roading instructor teaching me that if a street had two lanes per direction, it was almost always safe to assume the speed limit is 35 at minimum.

4. I was concentrating on changing lanes, reading the north we were at, and remembered how far it was until Provo. I was not really paying attention to my speed, granted, but...I wasn't going 70 or anything.

5. I was pulled over at 7:16 AM, for going 39 in a 30. Thirty? What the crap?

6. He actually clocked me " " at 43. But I am pretty sure I was going that fast for two seconds before I slowed down because I was going through a light and yeah...lame.

7. I said that I hadn't seen a speed limit sign (which I honestly hadn't), had taken the fact that there were two lanes and had figured that it was at least 35. I mean I had been on that street for 4 blocks, maybe. It wasn't like I had tore through the town at 45.

8. Where I'm from, Orem, is apparently an exception, because Springville's two lane streets are not 35. Their Main Street is 30. Well I live on Main Street in Orem and it's 25! "Main Street" is not the issue here, it's the layout of the street, which I thought meant something to the speed limit.

9. He was semi-reasonable and ticketed me at 39, the lowest speeding bracket so I only have to pay $82.00. (Lucky me, huh!)

10. I have never driven in that part of Springville. 30? Come on! 1600 in Orem is mostly residential, one lane, and thirty five. Mostly commercial and two lanes is 30??

11. As I pulled back onto freaking Main Street, I soon went through the 400 N. light. (I was pulled over at 3-something North). I finally see a speed limit sign, and guess what it was?


Three blocks later it's at 55. I may be biased because I have to pay a ticket, but would it have really hurt anyone to let me get the half block further and matching the speed limit almost exactly?? I summit that it would not!

Yeah, I was speeding for the zone I was in. And maybe when you don't know the limit you should go a little slower. But...it was 7 in the morning. I didn't see a speed sign, which are always in your vision when you're paying attention to the road. Which I was. And I thought it was reasonable to think it was 35...gahhh.

Whatever, I do think I'm pretty lucky to have never been pulled over before. Maybe it's just karma.

One Sweet Love

Well I've had a million thoughts running through my head the last few days...so here they are:

In the category of good news:
1. no nutrition class at 8:00 on Tuesday! whoo!
2. freezing yogurt to eat a few hours later at school is the greatest thing I got from Suzy (okay, not really, but close :) ).
3. I've tentatively decided a schedule for next semester
4. I'm pretty positive I'm changing my major
5. I am positive I rocked my 170 exam, which is the same exam I was more nervous for than any other exam with the exception of perhaps an accounting test.
6. My 202 professor is throwing out the multiple choice part of our exam, which is very good since my raw score was 8/20. People did worse than that...can you believe it? I felt really awesome about that.

Bad news:
1. I believe the schedule I've thought of is a recipe for a mental/emotional breakdown, but...it happens.
2. I hate breathing hard when it's cold.

Other events:
In trying to keep up with the next group I had to switch into for my policy paper, I had one day between my topic approval and the rough draft due date. I'll admit I didn't use my time super wisely yesterday afternoon (okay, and maybe I read Harry Potter the first night I had to work on my paper...but it was a good idea at the time)...but the whole thing was a long and trying experience. The background part was easy enough, just combining my bullet points. The explanation, analyzing and recommendation part was harder because it was adding meat to my bullet points, and having find more sources and thinking about feasibility and realistically is something I apparently don't do well because maybe I'm an idealist...but anyways....

9:30 - 2 (with distractions and sloooow internet) last night, and then 9:45-2:00 this morning. It was awful. While I woke up this morning with only 2/3 of the last section to do, it sure took the longest. It was also a process deciding which formatting style to use, then finding a reliable source for that style....it took forever. It was also hard to remember that it was a rough draft, I've never analyzed policy before, and furthermore proposed changing a policy/improving it before. So my rough draft is probably pretty rough but I think it's pretty good and at least writing the whole paper is over...I'll just have to change a few parts for the final...and that isn't til next week so I'm worry free about that right now. I was also surprised I had no problem with the 7 minimum pages....I did ten! So if you want to know anything about Syria...let me know.

Also, probably part of my sanity was lost last night, along with sleep and a shower. Okay, just kidding. I did shower, even though I had half an hour before I had to leave in order to print my paper. But that wasn't until I found frosting in my hair...uh...(okay, maybe that came from my breakfast of frosting and pretzels...but I'm not saying anything).

I also would like to attribute my safety each night to none other than the awesome and rugedly handsome Dave...last night I walked home by my self for the second time this semester...and while it was only 8, all the paranoia of my mother and the daily universe is hard to forget. However, I made it home and the closest I came to danger was tripping over the sidewalk...but I missed the company and warm hands.

Thanks Dave. :)

I also feel bad because I have like 40 unread New York Times at my house and I feel really bad about reading them (not just because that means it was kind of a waste of money)...but I'll do better in the weeks to come. Hopefully. I'd like to. I like not feeling ignorant.

Other cool things:
1. ten months ago this week a real cute (sorry, I mean rugedly handsome) guy asked me on a date.
2. I have basically no homework this weekend. Go Cougars!!
3. I discovered igoogle. Which is like a facebook for google...aka a huge distraction with a lot of cool things. But I also think it's useful. ahem.

Debate Exposes Doubt

I wish all the debates were like this....this is hilarious.

Time Is Running Out

Murphy's 82nd law (or something like that):

Anything that could ever have any type of appealing pull to distract you from your homework will distract you when you need to focus most.

So it's not all my fault.

Shirts and Gloves

I believe there are few things more awkward than coed laundry. One of those things would be dropping certain items, or those things falling out of the washer of its own free will in front of said coed. Ah well.

15-0. Well, racquetball isn't for everyone I suppose. It happens.

Flight of the Bumblebees

Dave tripped up the stairs and I laughed and ten seconds later I tripped up the stairs and he laughed.

And I got stung by a bee today and it hurt. Lucky for me the stinger didn't get in it just swelled and was sort of red and sensitive.

Ah well.

Globes and Maps

They say that when you start to dream in a language other than your own, that means you've really mastered the language.

Does that apply to when you dream about the locations of the countries in the Middle East that you've got them memorized pretty good?

Ain't That Unusual

And yes, that was me that almost walked into a men's restroom, thanks for asking. With my hand on the door I thought "I thought the handle was on the other side" One quick peek over would confirm that yes, I am sort of a moron. Then, the next door over was the handicap bathroom, which scared me to death as you walk right into the one stall, so to speak. "Crap!" Wrong door again. Since all I needed was a tissue I wasn't going to turn around again...much to the dismay, I'm sure, of my viewers. Gah.

Oh and I think I have figured out what my 5-7 year plan is, as far as academia. Perhaps more details to follow.

Warm Whispers.

Today is the first day in two weeks I went home during my break because for one, I don't have a billion things to do in one day, and two, I needed to go grocery shopping. Then I was like well I can do a few hours of homework at home and then go to class. Yeah, except that's not what I thought last night when I left the book I need at school. So, quite a predicament. My bed is calling...so loud...but I hate feeling guilty about not doing my homework. Especially since I still have so much to read and two tests and blah blah.

New favorite singer: Sara Bareilles. I like few girl singers, but list is growing. She has a clear, beautiful voice. She joins the rank (in my mind) of Colbie Caillat and Ingrid Michaelson. Songs to check out: Gravity, Between the Lines, Bottle It Up and City.

New awesome TV show: Pushing Daisies. So unique, and the main guy is so Jim like. It's a cute/funny/random show. I also watched the first episode of Kath and Kim, which has Selma Blair and Molly Shannon...it's a definite laugh out loud show, very ridiculous and stupid...but I, of course, still will watch it because it's freaking hiliarious. The Office and Grey's Anatomy are still on my list, of course. Hopefully Scrubs starts soon. The internet is awesome. And I watch too much of it...but, at least right now, I only watch it after I did homework or something.

This is a favorite quote from Scrubs that I think about sometimes:

Relationships don't work they way they do on television and in the movies. Will they? Won't they? And then they finally do, and they're happy forever...gimme a break. Nine out of ten of them end because they weren't right for each other to begin with, and half of the ones who get married get divorced anyway, and I'm telling you right now, through all this stuff I have not become a cynic. I haven't. Yes, I do happen to believe that love is mainly about pushing chocolate-covered candies and, y'know, in some cultures, a chicken. You can call me a sucker, I don't care, because I do... believe in it.

Bottom line: it's couples who are truly right for each other wade through the same crap as everybody else, but the big difference is they don't let it take them down. One of those two people will stand up and fight for that relationship every time. If it's right, and they're real lucky, one of them will say something.

Anyways...I'm going to make a sandwhich or something and then walk up to school.

Oh and I'm memorizing the globe. (not for fun).

Yeah. It's all okay.

Oh and I'm liking my job less and less these days.

I hate being cold.

This is the Story of a Girl.

[Unfortunately, I can't get the original version on here because blogger won't take the format. Too bad, it was so much better that way.]

A Person I Know
By Alison Bench

The person I know is funny and nice. Her talents are piano and just making stuff. Her name is Amanda Bench. Amanda likes food, dogs, and movies. She hates onions and annoying people. She is as tall as a giraffe. Amanda also gets her self into situations.

One time when she was fifteen or sixteen she went ice-skating with her friends and the blade of the ice-skate cut her ankle. That is the life of Amanda Bench.

All We Are

This week is almost over and that is pretty much awesome. I got 90% on my D & C test, missed one on nutrition and pl sc....got my paper and outline done...and just have one more test tomorrow. If anyone wants to know about Ewing's sarcoma or a SIOU (a ridiculous made up acronym/term), I'm your girl. That beast of an assignment left me an expert on these things.

I hope tomorrow isn't a late day for personal finance. It probably is. Which stinks because I really just didn't have time to study for that test this week until tonight. (Yep, I'm getting a lot of studying done....). I therefore don't feel too bad (except I'm paying like five dollars) taking it late because sometimes things are more important than others. And this week this test just fell to the bottom of the list.

Last night Dave and I had a hot date with Bruce and his date. We went up Heber canyon about 15-20 minutes and walked for about 15 more to a field and watched the meteor shower we think Bruce may have made up. No, really, it was fun. Super cold, which is something I wasn't completely prepared for. I had a sweatshirt and we had a big blanket...but I still wished I would have thought it through and worn thermals, two pairs of socks, better shoes, another shirt, another jacket and grabbed another blanket. But luckily it wasn't as bad as I'm making it sound...and once we started walking we warmed right up and my toes eventually defrosted.

Anyways, after all of this word vomit, I'm trying to say that looking at those stars and feeling at peace outside was such a nice experience. Even though we didn't really have time to go and do nothing, it was worth it. To see a shooting star was sort of a reminder that there are bigger things than me. Life is so much bigger than I see. I wish there were ways to do all of things I wish I could. Someday maybe I'll accomplish something truly amazing. But until then, I'll just be content with how my life is right now.

And yeah, it's not perfect and I'm far from perfect, but I am striving to be perfectly happy with what I've been given, for I realize it's much more than I deserve.

All We Are - OneRepublic.

(The new song of the week. I don't know what it is about OneRepublic, but something about their music makes me want to turn it up so loud so I can just feel the song. I think they're that good.)

I tried to paint you a picture, the colors were all wrong
Black and white didn't fit you and all along
You were shaded with patience, you're strokes of everything
That I need just to make it and I can see that

We won't break, we won't die
It's just a moment of change
All we are, all we are
Is everything that's right
All we need, all we need
A lover's alibi

Answering Machine.

"maybe I should just quit school and be a rock star" - Dave.

(Can you say Steve Tyler?)

I remembered today how in fourth grade I asked my science teacher if, in response to the self-starter question, which was name as many dinosaur species as we could, if I could use names I knew from the movie Land Before Time XIXIXII.

I wonder if our dumbing down things for little kids to expose them to the world is really just making them dumb.

On Sunday, this is what my week looked like:
1. 200+ pages of "Millionaire Next Door" to finish
2. one three page outline of my policy paper by Tuesday
3. Personal Finance "Great Wealth of Health" due Tuesday, along w/ daily tasks and reading
4. nutrition quiz ch. 7 (online) by Wednesday
5. 3-4 page paper for Pl Sc 202 by Thursday
6. 202 quiz on Locke, Tuesday through Thursday (along with readings for class)
7. Religion Exam, Tuesday through Thursday
8. Personal Finance Exam, Tuesday through Thursday.

Not to mention studying for the exams/quizes...and doing day to day reading.

I don't think I've ever had a week like this! Luckily my 170's exam was pushed back two weeks, or things would be way, way worse. Oh well. As of tonight, 1, 2, 3, 4 are check, check, check, and check.

Weight of It All.

I know that there are other people in the world that suffer much more than I, but after that disclaimer...it's my blog and I'll vent if I want to...

I feel very out-of-my-element in my 170 class. My knowledge of world affairs, I am learning, is rather pathetic. I hope that I find it very interesting can make up for that. I don't know what to write my foreign policy paper on and I'm starting to freak out about it...ideas anyone?

There was going to be hell to pay at the bookstore if they didn't take back my warped, smooshed CD (totally their error of ridiculous packaging...). They did though, so my memorized spiel didn't make it's way out. Which is probably for the best.

We have one color printer working at work...which is lovely...

I have lots of reading and lots of paper writing. I knew my laziness would catch up to me...bah...

I'm still freaking out. This weekend is devoid of time. Not that I don't love General Conference and all.

I want some sugar and I haven't seen Dave all day. I know, I know...aaaaaaaall day. But...still. I haven't. (My blog, remember).