pendulum court and life

Whoa, here we go. I've been inspired by one of my friends who updates regularly, and I'm back on track to doing the same.

Life is good right now. I mean, it’s good all the time, but right now especially. I’m looking at what it would take to graduate in April with an English degree, and then getting certified from there, but I’m not so sure about that option. Why would I want to shorten my BYU experience? I don’t think so.So I'll probably apply to the teaching major again, if not in the Winter, next fall.

Did you know you can subscribe to a Digital version of the NYTimes, complete with reader software, through the daily universe’s website? http://newsnet.byu.edu/section.cfm/home if you’re a BYU student, that is. It’s pretty sweet. This will stop my sprint to the HRCB every day, and save trees!

Yesterday I was sitting in the Eyring Science Center, and I looked up from reading Hamlet to see this guy trying to eat a muffin. Not that he wasn’t successful, he was. But he had one of those huge muffins, and he basically unhinged his jaw to eat it in 3 bites. He was all business, that muffin went quickly. He chomped down on it like a kid stuffing his face. It was amazing. Also, in the same foodcourt, I saw a girl eating applesauce out of a little cup (you know, the snack size), but she didn’t have a spoon, and she was using the foil top of her cup as a sort of spoon. More like a chip with salsa. She would scoop up applesauce with it, and eat just the apple sauce, and dig in once more. Ingenious. While I was in the ESC I had a non student ask me how the pendulum worked, and I didn’t know, but I called Thomas, and he told me, and I got to relate it to the mother who asked me about it. It’s pretty sweet to hang out with Physics majors.

Also, I just bought this blik design , I think we’ll put it in our kitchen. It will just fit our little hardwood floors. Hee hee.

ps my date on Saturday was not the best date I have ever been on in my life, mostly because of my social incompetance under pressure, and if you want the details I'll call you and detail my embarrassments, but I don't feel like posting them on the web. But I don't think anything will happen. It's okay. There are plenty of other boys. Amazing ones.

pps I saw High School Musical 3 on friday, and if you liked the first one, and heaven forbid, the second one, you will not be disappointed. It was good. Just let out your inner-11 year old, and it will be a-MAZE-ing

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)

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

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.

In lieu of flowers, hug someone.

Seriously, the last line of an obituary for Edna Louise Fullen.

How to be remembered

So we're going over obitiuaries at tgn.com today, and this is the closing line of one I got, "[So-and-so] will be remembered for his kindness, hospitality and lively, if mischievous, intelligence."
I like it.

Interesting Surnames

How would you like your last name to be "Inkster"? I ran across a few at work this morning. Would that mean you were a really good writer? Quill-maker? Or a vandal? Maybe just a zealous printer...

Stress

Man do I have an excessive amount of stress in my life right now. I feel like I can't waste a spare minute from now until finals because I have so much to do.
It's good though, I have a great life, with roommates I love, and jobs that I enjoy, and my classes are good too, albeit the source of much stress. On the other hand, it's not like I didn't sign up for this. There are those who would do anything to be where I am. So I've got to appreciate it. And I do. A lot.

"Wish your Mom a happy 31st for me."--Taylor

Wow, what a great day today was! My morning was all right, I didn't get enough study time in, but isn't that the way it always goes? Then I went down to campus to run a few errands, and I called my Mom on the way down there because it was her birthday today!!! She informed me that in honor of her birthday she was taking all of the kids (my siblings) and their friends bowling, so if I wanted to take some friends bowling in honor of it as well, she would fund it. I said "Ok! If i have time." and it turned out I did have time, but I'll get to that later.
Post-errands I came home and cleaned my apartment, which was a great feeling. I made myself an excellent lunch and then post cleaning took a nap; supposed to be only 20 minutes, but ended up being more like...an hour. Go figure. It's vacation. Then I posted about Thanksgiving, Diana came home and I talked with her, and I will admit (much to my everlasting shame) I started to watch "America's Next Top Model" with her. I loathe every principle of that show, but somehow I can't stop watching it. We all have our crosses to bear I guess...
Then I called Dad to tell him I saw William Shatner on TV hawking World of Warcraft III, which is just incredibly weird to me, and Dad laughed, and of course we ended up talking on the phone for an hour or so, getting updated on all of the family news/Green Bay happenings. I get to hear more about my siblings that way. I also worked on my author presentation for ENGL 420 a bit.
Then Taylor Kelly came to pick me up, and he, Nicole, and Dylan went bowling as per Mom's request. It was a really good time, I wish one of us had thought to bring a camera to document the event, but alas, we did not. I know for a fact however, we mentioned it was Mom's birthday and how glad we were that she was born, and cool enough to sponsor fun on her birthday at least 4 times throughout the evening.
Post-bowling (the bowling place closed early, like it's a holiday weekend or something) we all came over and had a rousing game of Chutes and Ladders, narrowly won by Taylor. Much to Nicole's chagrin. He was kind of beating her all night, because she went right after him in bowling too. However he did it with such class, I don't think I would have minded. It was a fun talking point. While we played, everyone looked over the books I brought home from the library; I have this really amazing one called "Go! A guide to the world of transportation," an informational text about EVERYTHING transportation, "Robot Dreams" which is a wordless graphic novel, much enjoyed by all, and "The Invention of Hugo Cabret" by Brian Selznick, who is a Caldecott award-winning illustrator who decided to write a book, but he was so used to illustrating that he would want to illustrate instead of narrate sometimes--the end product being a hybrid picture-chapter book, which is amazing. I recommend all three. Dylan had me write down all of my favorite books for him, no mean feat; and I even ranked them for him.
Then Dylan discovered that I owned the movie "Little Manhattan" which apparently he dearly wanted to see, but of course him wanting to see it prompted me and Nicole wanting to watch it, so we agreed to watch it, and Nicole would bring it to him tomorrow (by the way, I forgot to give it to her).
So Nicole and I watched it, and for those of you who don't know, it's pretty much the best movie ever, with the most likable narrator/protagonist I've ever met. I think it's excessively well-written, but I am kind of biased because I like it a lot. Nicole liked it too I think. Diana made us peanut butter cookies and I erroneously let Nicole have some ice cream, which is really not good, but I quickly realized that was a problem and took it away (with much grumbling on Nicole's part).
Nicole stayed over for a little while talking, and then hugged and parted ways.
It was a really, really, good day.

Giving Thanks!!!

So my Thanksgiving was awesome this year. It's probably against the rules of life to have an awful thanksgiving, but you never know. I'm grateful mine are rad (haha).

This year I headed down to Heritage Halls to have Thanksgiving dinner with my pal Nicole, she's a freshman this year, and I know her through her older brother Jimmy--who coincidentally I also had Thanksgiving dinner with my freshman year a couple of years ago. :) That one was a great time, and I figured if it ain't broke, don't fix it, so I was all up for another thanksgiving dinner in the dorms.

We, meaning mostly Nicole and a little bit of I, cooked the turkey. Nicole has some amazing neighbors who let us have a turkeybag to help out, and she was actually the one to rinse out the turkey and prepare it to be put in the oven. You can see this documented really well on facebook, if you've got time. She also had some fascination with the neck of the turkey, so we shoved that in the bag too, but I want to make clear that was all Nicole's doing. I was grossed out by it, and Nicole's roommate Genevieve said she was almost going to throw up. We listened to a lot of great Veggietales tunes while cooking too, I also highly recommend the "Barbara Manatee" part of the photo album. It's very true-to-life. It's awesome to have friends who have good taste in music. And by "good taste in music" I do specifically mean "love to sing along with/act out Veggietales."

I made the potatoes, and having asked my good friend Seth for the most amazing recipe ever. He had some pretty specific instructions like "boil until you stick a fork in them and pieces fall off" and other more hilarious oddities. I would like to state that I followed them to a T. Also very well documented on facebook. To get the full experience you totally have to listen to "Hooked on a Feeling." HIGHLY reccomend it.

Overall we had a great time. The food was amazing for a couple of college kids. I was really proud of us.

Turkey
Gravy
Mashed Potatoes
Bread and Butter
Grapes
Salad
Kiwis
Cinnamon Rolls! (not pictured)

we realized the only thing we were missing was pie, but also I didn't miss that "I'm going to explode out of my waistband" feeling. Although that is kind of traditional.

It was a great experience. Nicole carved the Turkey b/c let's face it: she's Nicole, she runs the show. That, and I remembered when I had Thanksgiving with Jimmy it was him and me and two other girls, so we made him cut the turkey because he was a man. So I'm a little sentimental about the Gillie-ness. *shrug*

I helped clean up, then exscused myself politely because I wanted some Betsy time. And I spent the rest of the night alone, which sounds sad, but really isn't very much. I recorded myself reading a chapter of Ella Enchanted--one of my favorite activities, and it made me very happy. I don't know why I love to narrate, but I do. And as I've done it more often, I've gotten a little pickier with how I record things. There was this one passage I couldn't get just right, and I had to splice it, and tape over it a few times before I was satisified. And Ella Enchanted is without a doubt my favorite book ever. I really enjoyed it. Then I watched Pride and Prejudice (the new one) because I was in the mood for some lush orchestrations and sweeping landscapes, and as reading Ella had already made me eager for a spunky female protaganist, it was a good fit.

It was, without a doubt, a great Thanksgiving.

p.s. Thought: I am also really grateful for my family. I'm not super close to a lot of my family, I mean, I love them and all, but we're not BFF's. But I am really grateful for my relationship with my Dad. Nicole has this picture of me starting to scrub potatoes while I'm on the phone with him, because I had talked mostly with Mom, and then she handed off the phone to him, and when I'm on the phone with Dad, mostly he asks about the boys in my life (none really, presently) and then he proceeds to tell me the local ward news in Green Bay. I think I'm a lot more like my Dad than any body else in my family, which is why we get along so well.

Peace

So today, I was running on the track, and there were two more serious runner guys there, and it's not like they were racing or anything, as far as I could tell, but as one passed the other for the first time, he held up his hand with two fingers sticking up, and sped past the first one.

I thought it was hilarious, and had to stop running so I could laugh. That and I felt like I was going to die because running is hard.