I woke up this morning after having slept near the fan. I suggest that no person ever sleep near a fan because it will dry out the sinuses and in the morning the pain in the nasal passages will be unbearable. I still cannot swallow without a lot of pain and it's 6:30 pm. Right now we're having a break from my Art History class at the Salt Lake Center for BYU. It's interesting but I'm having a lot of trouble keeping my eyes open. Last night I went to bed at 4 and I woke up at about 9, so I'm beat to say the least.
Last night I was at home after family home evening and my friend left to get her phone. I thought she was coming back but when she didn't I texted her and told her I was going to the library to study. She ended up saying that she wasn't doing well and couldn't talk to me. I didn't know where she was or what she was doing and I was pretty worried. When I was in the library she sent me a message and I ran home to see her. She was really broken up about another friend of hers. I wish I could get her to see how good a person she is. She is having the problem of seeing herself as she thinks others see her.
30 September 2008
26 September 2008
02 September 2008
Riding the bus
Maybe there is something out there that is worth staring at for hours at a time. Maybe not.
Today was my first day of fall classes at BYU. I've been here since last summer, taking a full load every semester except for the first.It started out pretty well but it morphed into worrisome all too quickly. I have my first class at 10 and it goes very well because I'm with a friend and I like the idea of becoming a better person. That Doctrine and Covenants class is taught by Brother Bott. My friend, Megan, who I'm with, took Mission Preparation from him and loved it. It has started well. Next I've got a 2 hour break until my Microbiology class starts. 1) I don't have the book and he has assigned several readings and 2) his grading system seems more complex than the nervous system. After leaving the class more than a little befuddled, I've got just under an hour to catch a bus that ends up costing me twice what I thought it would. I rode to Sandy on the Express 817 and proceeded to take Trax up to the Triad Center in Salt Lake where my art history class with Sister Howe would start at 5. Sister Howe is awesome. She's a great teacher and I had her for English 150 last fall. I enjoyed the first weeks worth of class jammed into 2 hours and a bit. At the end though I fell into a trap. Melina Jones had texted me in class and asked if I wanted to catch the bus with her down to Provo. Being the wonderful brown-noser that I am I didn't even look at my phone to find this out. I asked if there were going to be any of my classmates driving to Provo right after class and a lady, Kelly, from some small southeastern Utah town offered the ride. I stood around waiting for her to get her student ID when I could have been down at the bookstore buying the book for the class I'd just taken I didn't though. I wasted some time waiting and then thought about the fact that earlier I'd received a text . I checked and found what Melina had written so I gave her a call and decided to join her. I told Kelly that I'd be taking the bus. but as I exited the triad center I saw the Sandy Trax line take off from the stop. that would put me 20 minutes behind Melina and she had to catch the 8:17 of the 811 to get home on time. little did I know that the only other one that took off was at 9:47. I took the Trax anyway and right now, at 10:45. I'm rolling into Provo.
Today was my first day of fall classes at BYU. I've been here since last summer, taking a full load every semester except for the first.It started out pretty well but it morphed into worrisome all too quickly. I have my first class at 10 and it goes very well because I'm with a friend and I like the idea of becoming a better person. That Doctrine and Covenants class is taught by Brother Bott. My friend, Megan, who I'm with, took Mission Preparation from him and loved it. It has started well. Next I've got a 2 hour break until my Microbiology class starts. 1) I don't have the book and he has assigned several readings and 2) his grading system seems more complex than the nervous system. After leaving the class more than a little befuddled, I've got just under an hour to catch a bus that ends up costing me twice what I thought it would. I rode to Sandy on the Express 817 and proceeded to take Trax up to the Triad Center in Salt Lake where my art history class with Sister Howe would start at 5. Sister Howe is awesome. She's a great teacher and I had her for English 150 last fall. I enjoyed the first weeks worth of class jammed into 2 hours and a bit. At the end though I fell into a trap. Melina Jones had texted me in class and asked if I wanted to catch the bus with her down to Provo. Being the wonderful brown-noser that I am I didn't even look at my phone to find this out. I asked if there were going to be any of my classmates driving to Provo right after class and a lady, Kelly, from some small southeastern Utah town offered the ride. I stood around waiting for her to get her student ID when I could have been down at the bookstore buying the book for the class I'd just taken I didn't though. I wasted some time waiting and then thought about the fact that earlier I'd received a text . I checked and found what Melina had written so I gave her a call and decided to join her. I told Kelly that I'd be taking the bus. but as I exited the triad center I saw the Sandy Trax line take off from the stop. that would put me 20 minutes behind Melina and she had to catch the 8:17 of the 811 to get home on time. little did I know that the only other one that took off was at 9:47. I took the Trax anyway and right now, at 10:45. I'm rolling into Provo.
20 August 2008
Post Post Script
I decided against the peanut butter and marmalade...I've mixed brown sugar and peanut butter...I'm eating it plain.
Another late ni...allnighter
0344 hours is a heck of a time to start typing up something that may continue on for a while.
Since Friday the 15th (last week) I've worked every day. Friday I worked 16 hours and Monday I worked 16 hours. I'm thinking about doing it again tonight. But then, I probably won't. There are so much better things to do all night than work - such as sleep. I'm working all these shifts partially because I have to take shifts if I want people to take my shifts during my trip and partially because I want the money that will be coming my way.
I'm excited for the trip: Orange County from Friday afternoon until Monday noon. San Diego from Monday until Thursday. Wasatch-Cache Nat'l Forest from Thursday until Saturday.
The reason that all of this is going to be possible is because Grant Harward from my German 101 class last spring is going down to OC to visit family and wanted someone to split the gas money with. Michael McPhie just happens to be coming up a week later and has his gas paid for by the company that employs him. Having friends in SoCal doesn't hurt a thing either.
Not only am I going down there, but Brittany Brown and Sarah Schow are going to go with me. Brittany's never seen the ocean nor been to California. It'll be my second time in Cali and my 4th time at the beach.
Joseph Scoville and Danny Ng are going to be home alone for that time because Seth Winsor is in North Carolina with his family.
I just interupted my post for laundry. I figured that it would be an okay time to do it since I'd probably be up for a while anyway and I may as well get something done in the mean time. As I always do when I go downstairs, I sifted through the many second hand items in the DI Barrell. Every time that happens, I invariably find a book that at some point could turn out to be interesting. Well, tonight I found one that is not only mildly attractive but that is very important to me. I chucked the copy of So Many Books, So Little Time on top of a couple DVDs that I spotted and sent my wash through.
I spent the next few minutes looking at old clothes that people were throwing away and afterwards thought that it would be dumb to go all the way back upstairs when I could just stay another 20 minutes here reading so I picked up what I thought would be a little boring and began a journey. Granted, I'm only on chapter 4 of my journey but it's a journey none-the-less.
I'm not going to try to tell you about what the book is, but if you find yourself involved in books quite often and aren't really sure about which type you like the best, you should pick this one up. I do believe that I'll start reading more non-fiction now.
Life, again. It's now 0529 and I'm not really interested in bed except that I know in 8 hours I have to be to work again. Needless to say, I've decided not to work another double.
Random:
I tend to eat just about all of anything that I have. And in odd ways sometimes. I am looking back on what I've consumed in the last 24 hours and it's pitiful. I got home from a double at work and cooked an entire can of generic SPAM or as Seth enjoys, Luncheon Loaf. I just sliced it and fried it, and my intention was to give some to Angelica Mamani and Janette Toolson because Angelica wasn't disgusted with it and Janette has never had the pleasure.
They turned out not to be home so I wandered around the Campus Plaza apartment complex in a half-dazed way, in my PJs, holding a plate of cooked SPAM and munching away. I nearly devoured the whole can right then but because of the slight nauseousness that I get when I have too much grease I desisted with 5 slices left. I wanted to balance out the spaminimity so I had some frozen vegetables and conked out on the living room floor for the next 5 or 6 hours. ThEn, I proceded to polish off the can.
Because I was already late for work, I'm nearly sure that I didn't eat anything else except a chocolate chip cookie and approximately 2 cups of Rocky Road ice cream. At work I had another cookie that was probably burnt and a mug full of strawberry/kiwi and cranberry juice. Needless to say I was hungry when I got home and I mixed some tuna and ranch dressing together with corn niblets. Those I plopped on deli sliced turkey to make miniscule and odd burritos, maybe. Now only 5 hours later, I'm eating a spoonful of peanut butter dipped in orange marmalade...I feel that I've sunken to a new low...which is very low...for me.
Since Friday the 15th (last week) I've worked every day. Friday I worked 16 hours and Monday I worked 16 hours. I'm thinking about doing it again tonight. But then, I probably won't. There are so much better things to do all night than work - such as sleep. I'm working all these shifts partially because I have to take shifts if I want people to take my shifts during my trip and partially because I want the money that will be coming my way.
I'm excited for the trip: Orange County from Friday afternoon until Monday noon. San Diego from Monday until Thursday. Wasatch-Cache Nat'l Forest from Thursday until Saturday.
The reason that all of this is going to be possible is because Grant Harward from my German 101 class last spring is going down to OC to visit family and wanted someone to split the gas money with. Michael McPhie just happens to be coming up a week later and has his gas paid for by the company that employs him. Having friends in SoCal doesn't hurt a thing either.
Not only am I going down there, but Brittany Brown and Sarah Schow are going to go with me. Brittany's never seen the ocean nor been to California. It'll be my second time in Cali and my 4th time at the beach.
Joseph Scoville and Danny Ng are going to be home alone for that time because Seth Winsor is in North Carolina with his family.
I just interupted my post for laundry. I figured that it would be an okay time to do it since I'd probably be up for a while anyway and I may as well get something done in the mean time. As I always do when I go downstairs, I sifted through the many second hand items in the DI Barrell. Every time that happens, I invariably find a book that at some point could turn out to be interesting. Well, tonight I found one that is not only mildly attractive but that is very important to me. I chucked the copy of So Many Books, So Little Time on top of a couple DVDs that I spotted and sent my wash through.
I spent the next few minutes looking at old clothes that people were throwing away and afterwards thought that it would be dumb to go all the way back upstairs when I could just stay another 20 minutes here reading so I picked up what I thought would be a little boring and began a journey. Granted, I'm only on chapter 4 of my journey but it's a journey none-the-less.
I'm not going to try to tell you about what the book is, but if you find yourself involved in books quite often and aren't really sure about which type you like the best, you should pick this one up. I do believe that I'll start reading more non-fiction now.
Life, again. It's now 0529 and I'm not really interested in bed except that I know in 8 hours I have to be to work again. Needless to say, I've decided not to work another double.
Random:
I tend to eat just about all of anything that I have. And in odd ways sometimes. I am looking back on what I've consumed in the last 24 hours and it's pitiful. I got home from a double at work and cooked an entire can of generic SPAM or as Seth enjoys, Luncheon Loaf. I just sliced it and fried it, and my intention was to give some to Angelica Mamani and Janette Toolson because Angelica wasn't disgusted with it and Janette has never had the pleasure.
They turned out not to be home so I wandered around the Campus Plaza apartment complex in a half-dazed way, in my PJs, holding a plate of cooked SPAM and munching away. I nearly devoured the whole can right then but because of the slight nauseousness that I get when I have too much grease I desisted with 5 slices left. I wanted to balance out the spaminimity so I had some frozen vegetables and conked out on the living room floor for the next 5 or 6 hours. ThEn, I proceded to polish off the can.
Because I was already late for work, I'm nearly sure that I didn't eat anything else except a chocolate chip cookie and approximately 2 cups of Rocky Road ice cream. At work I had another cookie that was probably burnt and a mug full of strawberry/kiwi and cranberry juice. Needless to say I was hungry when I got home and I mixed some tuna and ranch dressing together with corn niblets. Those I plopped on deli sliced turkey to make miniscule and odd burritos, maybe. Now only 5 hours later, I'm eating a spoonful of peanut butter dipped in orange marmalade...I feel that I've sunken to a new low...which is very low...for me.
04 August 2008
so-so
I've got a test on every anatomy term that I've learned in the last 9 lab classes that I've had. I've also just opened an email from my friend's brother that has some hilarious, amazing and disturbing images on it. I'm falling asleep in the middle of the day.
30 July 2008
It's late at night and for the last couple days I've been thinking about the blogging and journal writing. My roommate Joseph Scoville had a great idea that I think I'll do as well; rewrite the mission journal in digital form. I've got some friends with amazing things on their blogs, pictures, videos, fun posts and information. I thought it'd be nice to have the same, but different.
07 June 2008
After a long while...I write little.
I feel kind of like I've created a blog for naught. This is actually an ingenious idea, I've discovered. I just need to exploit it. I do wish that I had a camera in order to document the happenings in my life. Maybe I should just use this to be my journal. Well, today was just work and such so it wasn't too exciting. I'm a CNA at Rock Canyon Rehab and Nursing in Provo, UT. It's a heck of a job that I enjoy immensely. I'm in German 101 here at BYU and I just finished applying to the BYU nursing school. So, that's my life in a nutshell. Have fun with it.
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