Nothing in particular...

I don't have anything in particular to talk about tonight but I feel like writing. It's not even that I have a ton of things on my mind. But, I usually don't have too hard of a time finding things to say.

I applied for an internship today. I also found out how competitive they are. If I got it, I would be working full time for between $15-$20 an hour. :) That wouldn't be too bad. And the nice thing would be having a set schedule everyday. But I don't want to count on anything and get my hopes up. I should hear within a couple months if I got it or not. As much as I don't want to get all hyped up about it, I do hope I get one.

I saw Across the Universe again tonight with a Kelly and a couple guys from my ward. I love taking what someone shared with me and share it with other people. One of my favorite feelings is showing someone something you really like and watching their reaction as they enjoy it. I'm not sure why that feeling is so satisfying, but it is. Anyways, even thought it was my third time seeing that movie in the theater, I still really enjoyed it. It comes out in a few days and I'm planning on purchasing it! That excites me.

I finally went grocery shopping tonight. I didn't buy much, but I got some essentials like milk, cereal and peanut M&Ms. I got frustrated with my bag of M&Ms because i opened it so there was just one little hole in the corner, only big enough for one M&M at a time. Well, I decided I wanted to have more than just one coming out at a time (maybe 2 or 3) so I went to rip it a little more and ripped it down the whole side. Do M&Ms go stale? Yuck. I hope not. Anyways, that was just silly of me. And now I can fit my whole hand in the bag which means they will just get eaten faster...by me of course. :)

I always wonder what triggers my dreams. I know that it can be from anything that happened during your day or whatever but the other night I had a dream about a volcano exploding and my family, friends and I all running from it. I honestly can't remember the last time I even heard the word volcano or thought about one for that matter. So what would trigger a bizarre dream like that? I think I want to do some research on dreams.

I'm starting to understand why learning is fun. I always heard people who said they loved to learn and I honestly thought they were kidding or completely insane. I've come to realize that this is what high school does to you. I can probably count all the classes that really helped me or affected me in a big way during high school on one hand. Those would be...Sophomore english honors with Miss Crass, Women Writers with Mr. Deatherage, and War and Peace with Mr. Wall. Yeah, I think those are the top 3 classes that actually taught me something in high school. Honors english was incredible in the learning department. It helped me get a real feel for writing. My women writers class was a literature class that was completely based around books written by female authors. This class taught me good work ethic. I learned how much I was actually able of doing and it helped me appreciate reading and writing more. And finally, my war and peace class taught me a lot about history. I've never been big about history, so it's rare for me to actually enjoy a history class. Somehow, Mr. Wall was able to bring history to me personally. The things we learned in that class will be things that I will probably never be able to forget. And I appreciate that. Man, I should write letters to those teachers or something. Haha. Now though, I feel like learning isn't such a bad thing. Going to college has been kind of relieving. I've found professors that are so in love with what they teach that I actually find interesting and might actually stick. I find myself in Physical science leaning forward in my chair paying close attention to everything my professor says and actually looking forward to learning new things in it. I haven't felt that way about science since . . . actually, I've never felt that way about science. Also, as much as I appreciated my Book of Mormon teacher last semester, he couldn't really keep my attention in class. This semester on the other hand, my teacher not only keeps my attention but has me taking notes and looking forward to class each day. What's funny is, this still sounds weird coming from myself, but I like hearing it.

I'm really looking forward to being a sophomore next year. But when I say that, it's more like . . . I'm really looking forward to not being a freshman next year. :) As much as I love being new to the whole college experience, I can't wait to get out of the freshman group. When the new semester started I suppose I had forgotten that there were going to be more new freshman. But unlike those newbies, I had been here for a good 4 months already. The first few days of classes I was asked by several people where buildings were, where certain classrooms were and just general questions about campus life. And surprisingly, even to myself, I knew all the answers. I was so proud of myself. There were some things that were frustrating about being a freshman though. You certainly get treated like a freshman. At the first week of orientation, you feel like you're at some extended EFY. We wore wrist bands and were put in groups to spend the week with. I hated it. I understand that they were trying to make it fun and entertaining for us but it still proved somewhat annoying. As this year progresses though, I look forward to the time when my friends from back home start moving down here and I can watch them go through the embarrassing freshman events and activities and I can reminisce about how I too suffered through it all.

I'm starting to feel old. Although I'm only 19 years old, thinking about how I'm turning 20 this year seems crazy. It's crazy to think that if I lived to be about 80, I'm currently finishing the first fourth of my life. The first fourth went by pretty fast and I can only imagine the next three fourths going just as fast if not faster. All my guy friends are leaving on their missions and I even have one that comes home this summer. I remember thinking that missionaries looked SO old when I was little. Then one night I had a conversation with my sister about how they seemed so old. She told me to be careful because before I knew it, I would be the same age as them and then eventually they would start to look young. She said, "then you'll know you're getting old." I look at the missionaries going out now and to think that I'm about that age if not older seems insane. It seems like just yesterday we would have missionaries over and I would get all giddy and hyper and embarrass myself in front of them. I would make up jokes and tease them. Then as I got a little older I would get creepy winks from some of them. ;) Good story behind that one...

Dang, it's after midnight already. I think I'm going to wrap this up so that I can get some sleep. My plan is to get up early tomorrow and by early I mean around 9 or 10 and start a load of laundry while I study for physical science and then I have an ASL lab at 1 that I'm going to. Then I plan on coming back and studying for a couple more hours before my exam review at 4. Then after the review session I'm going to go take my exam. So even though I have no classes tomorrow, it's going to be a long day. Dang...that should be fun. We are also having our home teachers over :) Last day of the month...perfect and we're having a roommate meeting because there has been some...unwanted drama lately. Only from like one person though so it will prove interesting. Anyways, I'm going to bed.

So long, farewell!
Until next time...

which I hope will be relatively soon.