Sunday, January 25, 2015

I've Got the Fever: The Curse is Reversed

Bex & Hutch

Well after an exciting start to last MLK day with free French toast and MLK vs. Black Rapper, I spent the rest of the day doing HW. I do that a lot now. But I will always stop for a game of kickball (which my team won) and when I find out one of my ward friends is the cousin of my mission friend and they're hanging out for his birthday, with free ice cream and cake. Thank you, Noah and Kjersti. I like them. They're funny.
I got a job! It's only a temporary fix, but I work at Scoreboard Grill. It stresses me out because it's not as relaxed or fun as the Malt Shoppe. The search continues. Although I do enjoy seeing Sage, my roommate occasionally there. I already covered someone's shift and earned an awesome card this week. That's right. A card. For being awesome.
My basketball team, consisting of myself, my trainer, my friend Ho'o, and Ho'o's mission friends (including my old ward mate and my BFF from kindergarten), played our first game this week. Despite being wildly out of shape and out of practice, we didn't do too badly. In fact, we won. Our water polo team found a permanent goalie and John Fife actually shaved his face. And we won by a landslide.
Just how I remember:

My best friend Lauren turned 23 this week. I love her a lot. Hence, my spending multiple hours making Yummy Bars, her favorite Canadien dessert. We made a Pringle wheel. We "danced" and "felt the heat" (good thing they have a ton of space heaters).
The Pringle Wheel at its finest.
Emarie Swenson and I had a delightful pancake lunch. Mallory Layton and I had a wonderful cereal dinner. Derek came to my water polo game and agreed to play at least once, if only for the experience. Taua, Victoria Beeny, Hailey Howden, Wheeler Heck, and Devon Gardner all found me on campus at the same time. Cam's band had a concert where I saw my now bearded friend Jake. I'm a fan of the beard.  Andrea Mann had a fancy grape juice/cheese tasting party for her birthday. It was white tie attire, which I translated that to mean sweatpants. I kept wishing there was waiters to replace my empty glasses and carry cheese platters around, but whatevs. I went to the temple and saw everybody that I know-John Fife, Megan Bird, Jessica Harris, Victoria Beeny, Kjersti Roberts. John Fife even tried to help me find my future husband. Too bad all his ideas are awful. And now Bex Huckstep is visiting from Utah State!
I love my French class. I feel at home because most of my mission is in that class. Plus, it's French, which I love. I don't get in trouble for repeating everything Dr. Lee says with my grossly exaggerated accent. And I'm like the only one he really corrects because he knows I can handle it. Also, I planned on going to the writing lab to work on my paper for his class, which I found out later was illegal, but he said I could go anyways. But it was also good for me because I realized I'm actually not that good at French. Apparently, I'm a good writer, but my French basics need some serious work. Yikes. The lady recommended I read some real French literature and not just the Livre de Mormon.
And I watched Fever Pitch this week, which is the best movie I've seen in a long time. I'm wearing my Red Sox shirt and never taking it off. I also want to get a whole bunch more Red Sox paraphernalia. And I keep wondering why nobody else is obsessed as I am. The Curse is Reversed. I love the Green Monstah. I love Sweet Caroline in the 7th inning stretch. I love the exhorbitantly overpriced hot dogs. I love Boston. And I love love love this movie:

Tuesday, January 20, 2015


What a splendid holiday. Shoutout to my black friend, Kirby. He has so many MLK and black rights posters in his apartment, I can't even count them. We even let him cheat at kickball because it was his special day. And in honor of such a prestigious holiday, we played a little game called MLK or Black Rapper? (credit to Noah and Hannah). So, here it is. Who said it? MLK or a black rapper? (Double points if you can guess the black rapper.)
1. Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.
2. Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.
3. It was a weird mix of emotion. One day, your best friend could be killed. The day before, you could be celebrating him getting a brand new bike."
4. Take the first step in faith. You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step.
5. I look at things as everything is meant to be.
6. Let the Lord judge the criminals.
7. You only live once, that the motto, yolo.
8. Don't go through life...grow through life.
9. I've been criticized for the things I chose and the things I've chosen to do.
10. A man who wouldn't die for something is not fit to live.
11. I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.
12. Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.
13. A man can't ride your back unless it's bent.
14. I'm a reflection of the community.
15. A lie cannot live.
16. I like being misunderstood.
17. I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.

MLK, MLK, Jay-Z, MLK, Lil Wayne, Tupac, Drake, Drake, Lil Wayne, MLK, MLK, Tupac, MLK, Tupac, MLK, Lil Wayne, MLK

"It's hard because I feel like the black rappers quote MLK half the time!"

Sunday, January 18, 2015

I'm Getting All the Jobs

Work. Shoutout to Uncle Zach this week as I applied and interviewed around campus for all the jobs. I wore a skirt way too much this week. But among others, I interviewed for a planning position with Elder Kunz's aunt, which was probably the most exciting interview I'd ever had. Not because she was his aunt, but because she and her coworker are just exciting people. The only problem with job hunting is that I don't know if I'll be here for the summer. Also, I did get a part time job at the Cougareat.
Sports. Well first off, it rained one day and was slippery and I rolled my ankle. But the great thing about my Athletic Training lab is that I know how to tape it up and I get free tape. And just in time for our ward volleyball activity. Which was better than expected, but not as good as I'd hoped. Sage and I pegged out the good players though, so next time we'll know who to call. A nice kid named Dean drove us home so we didn't have to walk in the snow. I made my roommates do P90X with me this week, kenpo style. They loved it.  We had our first inner tube water polo game of the season. It was rough, but we found our new goalie. If we can just get all the newbies to stay in their tubes, we'll be a real threat. I am still working on my pull-up goal for the year. By the end of the week, I felt like I had gotten shot in the arms. I'm taking that as a good sign.
School. My first exam is in two days. I went to the French lab and spoke to Sadie Hirschi's Quebecoise friend for twenty minutes. I started helping out a guy with an experiment by using ultrasound on my trapezius muscles three times a week. I also get paid for that.
Life. Mals took me to Teazan Tuesday where I just hung out with Bowan Call and Cole Fox and Julia Reintjas all night eating nutella-covered bread. We asked them to go to our water polo game, but they couldn't come. So after the game, we went to visit them and found a really convenient hole in the railing on their balcony. Mals and I climbed right up and slowly opened their sliding glass door. We poked our heads in and the two boys jumped about a mile. Turns out it was the middle of a scary part in The Conjuring and they were really freaked out. Unfortunately, both of these boys were mere roommates, so it wasn't as funny. But still good. I went on a ward temple trip (taking my friend Cam along with me, as per usual) and got free food AND ran into an old friend, EJ who served his mission in Congo, knows some good friends, and speaks French now. Crazy small world. I did my laundry at Derek's house and watched 127 hours (edited), Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along-Blog, and played Injustice with Taylor. I like them. Even if all they do is watch movies. Then I had a sleepover with some of my best friends. Ho'o (who also served a mission) and I fell asleep first and woke up first. And I had a weird dream:
I was working in MOA security and holding a sharp butter knife in hand while I frisked people exiting, but strictly from the waist down. Among them, I saw my illegal immigrant friend and we decided to ignore that fact that we knew each other, for our own sakes. Then this lady starts sprinting away before I could frisk her and literally everyone chases after her, even the patrons. I stop and look back and see my tiny roommate, Johnst, do a crazy ninja flip thing as she starts to join the chase as well. But then, somehow she breaks her leg and bones are sticking out everywhere. Using my AT/EMS skills, I splinted her up. Then I was looking for a non-emergency number to call the hospital and Derek kept trying to convince me to watch some new movie with him. 
In other news, I forgot how much I love music. Sometimes I just walk home with my beats bumping and I just think about how happy I am. I'm especially into the Guardians of the Galaxy soundtrack. I also went over to a neighbor's house and played their piano for an hour and a half yesterday.