The White Wall In Front of Me

A few days ago, my friends from my writing class introduced me to the Media Center. I have decided that it is probably the best place in the Harold B. Lee Library, and I mean, there's a lot of stuff here, but I'm pretty sure that the Media Center wins, hands down. It's just a room full of people on computers, watching movies, doing homework, writing papers and 80% of them all have headphones on.

It's WONDERFUL.

I went there yesterday to write a paper that I had absolutely NO desire to write, and in the two and a half hours is took me to force the paper onto the screen, I fell in absolute love with the Media Center. It's bright and happy, and if you sit in the back looking at the wall, you don't even notice the world moving around you.

It's so peaceful.

Now, when I'm in the Media Center, I feel like I should have homework to do online. This is not a common occurrence in my classes, but I can assure that I will find a way to get there as much as possible. Like everyday possible.

I'm actually in the Media Center RIGHT NOW.

There's something else, besides the getaway from the world to do homework. It is the precious gem of the Media Center that I found today. When I found this, I cried, well not really, but there was probably that much emotion and joy in my heart upon coming across this program. I will assure you that I will probably be in the media center a lot from now on.

I found Photoshop.

[[Harold B. Lee Library: Study like a Scholar, Scholar]]

To Fall in Love

I don't know quite when it happened, or why, or how, but I fell in love a few years ago.

I fell in love with the art of photography. I am so madly passionate for it that I often have an itching to hold a camera in my hand. There are so many moments to catch. So many things that happen, that no one bothers to notice. I think that may be how I fell in love with photos. I would see so many things in life that I wanted to save forever. But I didn't want to save them just with writing or with a boring old picture. I wanted to take a picture with character. I became obsessed. I love not only taking the perfect picture, but being able to bring out it's greater qualities for everyone to see. It just makes me feel so happy I guess is the right word, maybe even blissful.

I don't have a camera. It breaks my heart, everyday. Everyday I see things and say, man, I wish I could capture that. Sometimes when I'm stressed or busy, I want to take a break and just go take pictures. But I don't have a camera. It makes life hard to be so passionate about something and not to have it. But I can assure you, I'm going to make it. I think that it will just make me appreciate my camera that much more once I actually get a job and buy one.

The thing about photography, is that it makes me happy. But I don't like, feel a strong desire to have everyone see. I just want to enjoy it. I just want to have it to look back on. Someday, I'm going to have my pictures hanging from the walls of my home or even my apartment and just seeing them will bring joy into my life.

[In this moment, now capture it, remember it]

Gee, I'm Opinionated!

So in my writing class today we got into groups to exchange our opinion editorials. I gave my paper to three of my classmates and in return they gave me theirs. I know for a fact that mine isn't perfect, especially since I completely rewrote the entire thing in two hours yesterday. But as I read the papers of my fellow classmates, I realized that I'm super critical, and with some, I wondered if they had ever learned how to write.

The first one I read was titled "Cherish the Experience". It was a touching little piece about how a student could make the best of their freshmen year of college. Her arguments were that studying and classes were stressful, so she talked about having good study habits and then she talked about being more involved with "your peers". She tossed about some of her accomplishments, "sophomore class president", "student body president", "track", "basketball". It ended with a half page on how college only happens once and we need to enjoy it while we can. Presh, really. I guess I've never really been that concerned about not enjoying college because of classes.

The second one I read was titled "Energy Drinks, Good or Bad?" I'll give her fifty billion thousand bonus points on her title creativity. Hers was a very freshman year of high school organized paper. It was well written, don't get me wrong, just poorly organized. She had a lot of facts and it wasn't really, personal. I couldn't really see HER opinion, just the researchers' that she quoted. It got pretty boring by the end. And her thesis statement was like, at the end of the page. I had no idea where she was going with the next two pages until then. And we like, JUST talked about that in class. But hers was definitely the most convincing.

The last one I read, was a good laugh. It was titled "How Dancing Across Campus Can Get Easier". Just ponder that title for a while. I was not quite sure what to expect from her paper, but when I read it...it warmed my little heart. Two words for you, country music. Yes, this paper was not about dancing in general, it was about my peer's uncomfortableness towards "rap" music at school dances. Her arguments were weak and she pretty much made it sound like the students who appreciate dancing to rap music were going to spend a long afterlife in Hell. And then the random point that was a tad irrelevant happened to be that she believed that more slow songs should be played to give dancers a break from the constant "rushed beat". She believed that people should learn how to country swing dance rather than always dancing to the same type of music. I laughed a lot. It is going to take all that is in me to not tear her writing completely apart when I edit her paper, because apparently, I have strong feelings toward it. Apparently.

Now that I have been so critical of my peer's work, I would like to admit that it is an opinion editorial, and my peers may not agree with my paper either. They may in fact, find that it is poorly written. They may not agree with my point of view on following your dreams. But we'll see. But all in all, I think that I might just be a little bit more opinionated than I thought.

[[and I just keep dreaming, not knowing if they'll ever come true]]

Peace for One Day

September 21st is a Global Cease Fire Day. On this day, doctors, and people with supplies are able to enter countries that are not normally accessible to any one. It's really quite an amazing day. It may be that in the world we may not have long times of peace ever again. But we can and we do have peace for one day. It's something that not many people know about, but it is truly an amazing day when amazing events are able to take place. So may you feel the peace as the whole world experiences it.

[[ peaceforoneday.org ]]

You Made My Happy!

Some days are just good. That's kind of what today was like. I've decided that some of the best days are spent simply. It's so easy to think that the only way to have a good day is to have every minute planned. But I find the best days are when you just spend your time with good people. It's easy to get so caught up in activities, but sometimes it's best to just sit and talk and laugh. Some of my favorite memories involve just sitting and talking, or even, just driving around singing at the top of our lungs. Those are the good times. There's no existence of time, or responsibility, just friends, being together.

On a side note, on my doorstep tonight, I found a note that said "Cali- You Are Loved!" And then there was a plate of cookies. It was a nice gesture....but there's another girl in our ward named Cali, and that's how she spells it. I'd feel bad if they were for her, we already ate them.

"It's smells like new bracelet."

In the Hunt

One of my all time favorite past times is looking for jobs. I'm seriously considering adding "filling out job applications" to the list of skills on my resume. No one seems to want such a beautiful, talented, perfect girl to work for them anymore. In all the applications I've filled out, I have had two actual jobs. That is not that many.

Now I'm at college, and I've applied for at least ten jobs and am getting so desperate. I'm considering adding to my applications: I like food, I'll work for that much. It's a little frustrating. The past couple of days have been no good for jobs on the website, but today, I struck gold. I applied for five positions today of varying description.

The first one is a cashier/stocker position at The Creamery.

The second is a phone registrar job. I'm still not so sure all that it entails, but I like to talk and there were FIVE whole positions open. That's a lot.

The third is a "potwashing job", whootsause I can dig it I guess.

The fourth is really hardly a position at all. It's to work concessions at the home football games. So I'd work...five days this semester. Not ideal, but I've done concessions before.

And then the last position I applied for is one that I am hardly qualified to fill at all. Like, I only met two out of the six qualifications. I just REALLY wanted to apply for the job because it's at the Museum of Archeology. I could work at a DINOSAUR MUSEUM if I was qualified. I made myself sounds really awesome though.

If there's one thing I've learned from job hunting, it's to

1. Show your confidence and make it sound like you're really qualified for anything

and

2. Give every job a chance, you'll never know the things you'll learn and experience. So don't just not apply.

"I'm super motivated and excited to learn new skills!"

Starting Again

Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl who just got so busy that she stopped writing in her blog. Now, that she's even busier and and has even more going on, she's going to start again. I'm not starting over, or making a new start, it's just that I'm starting again.

A starting again post has to be especially special. But you see, it's hard to decide what really is special.

Today a boy in my writing class informed me that he was writing his opinion editorial on people have serious addictions to music. When he said that I thought, I am definitely addicted to music. I analyze songs by listening to them over and over and over again. And when I'm not listening to music, I'm playing a musical instrument, and if I'm not doing either of those, there's a good reason.

When I asked him what is so wrong about people being addicted to music, he could not supply an answer. I have a feeling that his opinion editorial is going to be lacking in something.

As for me, I simply cannot decide what to write my opinion editorial on. I have two papers I'm writing and I just can't decide yet which I will turn in.

College life is different every day. There's always something else I could be doing no matter what I'm doing. But I've decided I'm going to make the most of it.

[[[ Some people walk in the RAIN. Others just get WET ]]]