The Roller Coaster of Life

The infamous "they" say that life is like a roller coaster. Life is not like a roller coaster. Life is like one of those teacup rides, the ones that spin you around and around and around until you are so dizzy,you barf. Well, it's really not as unpleasant as it sounds...wait, yes it is. But, there are people who actually enjoy that sort of thing, right? And to be honest, it usually is a lot of fun, up until that moment you are bent over the garbage can. Then, it's just embarrassing because you are puking in public.

This last semester was definitely a whirlwind of life; something that included: too many credit hours to count, a new found passion for rock climbing, an excessive amount of Ben and Jerry's, singing in public, forts on a Saturday night, one beautiful powder day, crowd surfing covered in colored chalk, an amazing season of total domination by our Cougars that play lacrosse, being an extra in a movie, snowstorms in the wrong season, my first road race and run for cancer, the engagement and marriage of my best friend, not enough Muzungu reunions, a small fortune of postage saved by the existence of DHL, meeting Cosmo, hamburgers for breakfast, and spending many long nights in the company of my dear friend, Harold. All part of a crazy ride that ended in a public display of that morning's breakfast.

Like I said, it isn't really a roller coaster... but I enjoy every minute of life spinning in a blur, until the moment when everything comes back up.

Things I've Learned (so you don't have to)

I'm officially done with my second year of college, on to my second off-campus apartment and I'm now a blogger. When did that happen?! I guess you could say a lot has changed in the past year. Mostly me. Everyday I learn something new that makes me more of who I am.
Here are a few things that I've learned in my life:

one ABC gum is not educational, it has already been chewed two you shouldn't put a ring on everything you like three Robin Hood didn't live in Utah, and if you wear his boots, your feet will get wet four there is in fact a monster under the bed, it eats socks five get-to-know-you cards are not a good medium for creativity, unless you want to embarrass yourself six remember to pack granola bars when moving to Africa seven no matter how many quarter you have, you will never have enough to do all of your laundry eight take pictures at every opportunity you get nine BYU guys don't wear boxers, don't have a boxer party, they are incapable of participating ten minivan drivers have a blind spot only for runners eleven doors always open out, especially in public places twelve put your socks on before your pants and don't fall for your best friend.

Bruised Knees, Boyfriends, Hotdogs, and Hipsters: Unexplained Mysteries of Life

First, I have a bruise collection. I thought it was more original than collecting postage stamps and toy trains. I also had no choice is this matter because I have no idea where 95% of them come from. Of the twelve I am currently sporting, two are explainable. The rest are a mystery.

2. Let’s be honest, no one really understands boys. They don’t even understand themselves.

3. The only thing in life you learn about hot dogs is to not question them; mostly because if people did, J-dawgs would certainly go out of business.

4. I’ve developed a new hobby of picking hipsters out of the crowd. I have this fascination with hipsters, it’s such a bizarre culture and bold fashion statement that has gone completely mainstream. I mean, true hipsterdom can’t really just include all the kids running around campus in super skinny jeans, flannel, and fake glasses. Definitely not, what posers. But still, hipster and hipsterish hunting is my unexplained entertainment.

Lesson On Patience

I hate waiting...

waiting for my roommates to get out of the shower

waiting for summer to start, or summer to end

waiting for a prayer to be answered

waiting for the commercial break to be over

waiting for the mail to arrive in the afternoons

waiting for my freshly painted fingernails to dry

waiting for the bus (especially when I've already missed it)

waiting for my grilled cheese sandwich to cook and all that delicious white Vermont Cabot cheese in the center to melt

waiting for this headache to go away

waiting for that cute boy who sits next to me in class everyday to ask for my number

waiting for my TA to finish grading my exam

waiting for the interviewer to call me back with a job offer

waiting for water to boil so I can make a cup of tea

waiting for that terrible song on the radio to be over so I can switch back to my favorite station

waiting for the cleaning check lady come to inspect our apartment

waiting for my next flight in an overcrowded airport

waiting for my lunch to digest so I can go for a run

waiting for a missionary to come home

All this waiting, you'd think I need a lesson on patience or something.

I wait for a lot of things. Believe me, it's harder than it sounds. I mean there's really nothing you can do, except sit there. and wait.