Monday, March 26, 2012

How to Write a Really Long Paper

So I'm an English Teaching major, and I'm taking three English classes this semester.  In other words, all I do is read a lot and write tons of papers.  But seriously, I write so much.  Most of it is easier stuff that I can whip out in less than an hour, but I have plenty of other papers that make me want to die.

This last paper was no exception.  It had to be around 10 pages, which isn't totally horrible, but when it's for an actual writing class, those 10 pages actually have to be good.  What a concept.  Anyway, I planned to finish all my homework early in the weekend, so I'd have most of Saturday and Sunday to write my paper.  And that's exactly what I did.  Not.

I can proudly say that I did finish all my homework by Saturday, but then I hit a wall when I realized that there was nothing left to do but start my paper.  And that's why I first went on six mile run, showered, did my dishes, cleaned my room, vacuumed the apartment, and practiced my cello (something I hadn't done in over a year).  Oh, and then I went to the Hunger Games.  IT WAS SO AWESOME.

The next day wasn't much better.  I went to church for three hours, and it also happened to be the last Sunday of the month so I had to visit teach and be visit taught.  PROCRASTINATION INCEPTION.  I also made dinner.  Real meal number 3.  I was really avoiding that paper.
Kimchi and spam fried rice. 

This is a happy plate. 
I could go on, but I didn't really start my paper till around 10pm.  I made myself stand up while I typed so that I'd just get it over with.  I was in bed by midnight.  BAM.
It looked kind of like this.  Except this is when I was writing a different paper.

And that's how you write a really long paper.  Kind of.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

I'M 20

I'm 20 now.  I remember when I thought that was old.  I also remember saying that I'd probably get married when I was 20.  Needless to say, my perspective has changed a lot since then.

So what did I do the last few days as a teenager?  Nothing too crazy.  I considered streaking, but I decided against it.  BYU campus isn't the place to do stuff like that.  No, instead I decided to do much more conservative activities such as going to work, watching Avatar (Joel had never seen it, so I basically forced him to watch it with me), going to a world folk dance thingy, and going to church.

It was crazy.  

But then I had an awesome pierogi party on my birthday.  I ate lots of pierogies and sugar.  As the hours passed our conversations continued to get stranger and stranger.  That's as close as I've ever been to being drunk.  Like I said, it was crazy.

For the poor souls who don't know what pierogies are...THESE are pierogies.

Everyone looks pretty good, but I have no idea what happened to Tiff and Meghan.

Awesomeness captured.

This is when we started to get our sugar high.

So yes.  That was a fun night.  The next day I opened my birthday package from my family.  I got some delicious squished cupcakes, a grown up wallet, hangers, and awesome letters.
I finally retired my duct tape wallet from 7th grade.  I am now truly an adult.

My mom's pretty cute.

Ok, this blew my mind. 

You fold it up, and it turns into a face!
And that was my birthday weekend.  I'm a lucky girl.