Sunday, May 18, 2008

coffee table items

What is on my coffee table:
two journals (previous ones, I mean. They're full.)
New York Times
T.V. Remote (para american idol)
Syllabus for "Judaism and the Gospel"
"Candida Hofer: Architecture of Absence" (Book)
Preach My Gospel
2008 May Ensign (General Conference Edition)
Scriptures/ (my) small plates
"That Thing You Do!" DVD
mail Key
mechanical pencil
regular keys
"101 Powerful Promises from the Book of Mormon" (Book)
cellphone
"Looking for Summer" (photography book)
Piano Classics/Anastasia/Disney Piano Solos (sheet music)

Saturday, May 17, 2008

jiggity jog

A few days ago my co worker said "home again home again jiggity jog" to herself as she left. I corrected her saying "home again home again jiggity jig." She said "no, it's 'jiggity jog.'" I contested. She then recited:
"To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, jiggity jig.
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggity jog."

I was like "Whoa, sorry. Wrong STANZA."

she laughed her way out of the office that day.

three

I miss Marae.
I fell in love with Joshua Radin tonight.
I wish...you know the problem with most people is that they go around wishing things, but never do anything about it.
I had fun tonight.
I finished my homework that was due.
I have not kicked my Jamba Juice addiction.
I want to live in a cute (cheap!) house.
I miss my friends who are not around. (*cough*roommates*cough*)
It was a beautiful day today.
I was late to my Lit class.
How come I don't have more time?
I am running out of space in my journal.

with much love and affection,
Bets

Monday, May 12, 2008

Ah, me...

So today, I totally walked into the wrong religion class. I heard what I assumed was my professor's voice out in the hallway, and I'm not very good at remembering classroom numbers anyway, so I went in, sat down and started pulling out my laptop before I looked up and realized that it wasn't my class. And because I'm such an undeniably expressive person, I'm pretty sure I said that aloud, in hushed tones, put my laptop back in my bag, and walked out. My class was next door. Ay carrumba.

And THEN in my CompLit 201 class, I was kind of sitting back, minding my own business, and making the usual sarcastic comments in the background, and then my Professor called me on it! Apparently he heard me, and stopped teaching the class, looked directly at me and asked "Is there going to be mocking of me today, Betsy?" I was like "It's Monday, I gotta do somethin'" And he was like "I'm just teasing" so I didn't have to reply anything anyway, but WOW I've never had a professor throw down the gauntlet like that before! Sha-ZAM!

So the other day my Dad called me (which is kind of unusual)
Dad: What's the name of that museum you work at?
(pause)
Me: Um...the Museum of Art? But I don't work there Dad. I used to volunteer there.
Dad: Oh. And how long ago was that? How far out of date am I?
Me: Like a year?
Dad: (starts to laugh) Oh, is that all? (more laughter) Well that's not too bad, is it?

That's basically my Dad.

Almost as fun as the time he called me me six times in within 20 minutes one morning (at 6:30am) b/c he kept sitting on his phone. I had to call Mom to ask him to stop. It was pretty funny.