The Black-Eyed Peas have thrown me into a musical identity crisis. You see, I don't like techno music, and I usually don't like hip-hop music. But I like the Black-Eyed Peas new song, "Boom Boom Pow." It is full of synthetic vocals and engineered sounds, and is a kind of electro-hip-hop song. You would think I'd hate it. But I don't. I even dance and sing along to it in my car.
Now I get kind of restless when I listen to the radio or flip through my cd's. I am constantly changing radio stations while I am in the car (which drives my mother crazy), and I often don't even let a song finish before I am looking for a new song. I skip through song's on my cd's very quickly, and usually give up and flip through the radio stations again.
Maybe I have ADD. But I prefer to blame the Black-Eyed Peas.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Where Have I Been?
How did I miss the little bit of news that Lindsey Lohan is gay, or bi, or whichever she is?
I don't follow tabloids or star magazines, but I occasionally read the covers when I wait in line at the grocery store. Through this method, I knew when Britney shaved her head, Paris went to jail, Lindsay Lohan went to rehab, Brangelina hooked up, and most recently that Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson might be dating.
And yet somehow I missed the piece of news that Lindsey Lohan was dating a woman.
I don't follow tabloids or star magazines, but I occasionally read the covers when I wait in line at the grocery store. Through this method, I knew when Britney shaved her head, Paris went to jail, Lindsay Lohan went to rehab, Brangelina hooked up, and most recently that Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson might be dating.
And yet somehow I missed the piece of news that Lindsey Lohan was dating a woman.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Quick Update
Not too much to say, because my life is pretty uneventful. Still not job...but my sister employs me a few times a week to watch the kids. My parents have given me a few projects around the house.
During the weekday evenings I keep myself busy with shows like So You Think You Can Dance and Wipeout.
Like I said, uneventful.
I completed my orientation for my internship a little over a week ago. It was wholly intimidating on the first day, being introduced to the many assignments I must complete during my rotations. I gained confidence as the week went on, but I find that confidence is waning as I sit at home with no job and little responsibility.
I have been keeping busy with church stuff. I have two callings: Sunday School teacher and Activities Committee co-chair.
I spent the afternoon in San Francisco yesterday pulling weeds for a YSA service activity. It was an absolutely gorgeous day: clear skies, nice breeze...a day you don't often see in San Francisco. We were pulling an invasive species of grass out of a hillside on Inspiration Point in the Golden Gate National Park. Unfortunately the area had a bit of Poison Oak growing in it. And I got into a groove and stopped paying attention to anything but the grass I was pulling. At one point Shelly, the park employee, told me to watch out because there was poison oak near me. I looked around and realized there was poison oak all around me...and I had been working in that area for nearly 15 minutes. We were provided with poison oak wash after we were done, but I'm pretty sure a lovely rash will be appearing in the next few days. In fact I already have a red spot on my cheek that is about the size of a nickel. Fantastic. I don't think I have ever had poison oak, but I am hoping the experience will be worth the rash I am about to get.
During the weekday evenings I keep myself busy with shows like So You Think You Can Dance and Wipeout.
Like I said, uneventful.
I completed my orientation for my internship a little over a week ago. It was wholly intimidating on the first day, being introduced to the many assignments I must complete during my rotations. I gained confidence as the week went on, but I find that confidence is waning as I sit at home with no job and little responsibility.
I have been keeping busy with church stuff. I have two callings: Sunday School teacher and Activities Committee co-chair.
I spent the afternoon in San Francisco yesterday pulling weeds for a YSA service activity. It was an absolutely gorgeous day: clear skies, nice breeze...a day you don't often see in San Francisco. We were pulling an invasive species of grass out of a hillside on Inspiration Point in the Golden Gate National Park. Unfortunately the area had a bit of Poison Oak growing in it. And I got into a groove and stopped paying attention to anything but the grass I was pulling. At one point Shelly, the park employee, told me to watch out because there was poison oak near me. I looked around and realized there was poison oak all around me...and I had been working in that area for nearly 15 minutes. We were provided with poison oak wash after we were done, but I'm pretty sure a lovely rash will be appearing in the next few days. In fact I already have a red spot on my cheek that is about the size of a nickel. Fantastic. I don't think I have ever had poison oak, but I am hoping the experience will be worth the rash I am about to get.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
New Blog Name
You may have noticed I changed the name of my blog. I had originally named it after a song from the soundtrack for Pride and Prejudice. I was never totally satisfied it, but I never came up with anything that I thought was worthwhile enough to change it.
Not that I think I have chosen a stellar title. I have mentioned in a past blog that I am painfully indecisive, so of course even though I have made my decision, I can't be completely confident in it. This title comes from Virginia Woolf's essay "A Room of One's Own." I initially created this blog as a creative outlet, my own corner in the expanse of cyberspacefor me to express my opinions, explore ideas, excerpt some of my thoughts, examine the happenings in my life or in the world... a room of my own if you will.
Too bad I have only been slightly more dedicated to writing in this blog as I am to my personaly journal. Nonetheless, I feel that the title "A Room of My Own" adequately defines how I view this little blog.
Not that I think I have chosen a stellar title. I have mentioned in a past blog that I am painfully indecisive, so of course even though I have made my decision, I can't be completely confident in it. This title comes from Virginia Woolf's essay "A Room of One's Own." I initially created this blog as a creative outlet, my own corner in the expanse of cyberspacefor me to express my opinions, explore ideas, excerpt some of my thoughts, examine the happenings in my life or in the world... a room of my own if you will.
Too bad I have only been slightly more dedicated to writing in this blog as I am to my personaly journal. Nonetheless, I feel that the title "A Room of My Own" adequately defines how I view this little blog.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
THE RESULTS ARE IN.....
And I have been accepted to the Utah State dietetic internship!!!! I am so excited! When I first saw it, I was very surprised. I applied to two internship in San Francisco, so I have been envisioning my life as if I were going to be living at home. But I was matched to Utah. It only took a minute, and then I became very excited and happy!
I am so grateful for the peace and excitement that I feel. I have been stressing over this whole thing for so long, and I would pray every night for faith in God's plan and comfort that I did all that I could do. At times I felt peace, but mostly I talked myself through the last two months, continually telling myself that it would work out for the best, and trying to believe that. But not one minute after I read the results of the computer matching, the peace came like a tidal wave, and now I have nothing but hope for the future.
In conclusion, the Gospel is true, prayer works, the Holy Ghost is real, and Heavenly Father knows and loves His children.
I am so grateful for the peace and excitement that I feel. I have been stressing over this whole thing for so long, and I would pray every night for faith in God's plan and comfort that I did all that I could do. At times I felt peace, but mostly I talked myself through the last two months, continually telling myself that it would work out for the best, and trying to believe that. But not one minute after I read the results of the computer matching, the peace came like a tidal wave, and now I have nothing but hope for the future.
In conclusion, the Gospel is true, prayer works, the Holy Ghost is real, and Heavenly Father knows and loves His children.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
My Garden of Forking Paths
I realized something today as I stood in front of the beverage section of the Twilight Zone: I am paralyzed by too many choices. Even now I still stand here, creating this post using my iPhone. Okay not really, and I don't have an iPhone, but in some other version of this world I do. Eventually I did pick out a bottle of V8 Splash, leaving behind the dozens of other choices.
I then sat down to by bagel, apple, and "juice" and attempted to read "The Garden of Forking Paths," all the while sufficiently distracted by the warmth provided by the sun that finally decided it had ignored Provo long enough. Needless to say, I didn't get much reading done, nor did I understand much of what I did read. I quickly read a summary online, and then went to class, hoping I was prepared enough. But no, not really. There was an essay quiz, for which I was able to produce moderately coherent ideas...at a very slow pace.
"The Garden of Forking Paths" by Jorge Borges presents the idea through a fictional short story that at every point of choice, time branches off into many possible futures, all of which happen simultaneously. These paths completely diverge or run parallel to each other, and sometimes they converge. While I am not sure about the many continuum of time occurring simultaneously (if there is anything I am not it is a physicist), the class discussion certainly sparked my interest. What about the decisions I had made recently? If I had been more prepared for class, perhaps I would have included some brilliant insight in my essay, which would have left my teacher weeping on her desk. Certainly she would have shown this insight to her husband in the English Department, who would have shared it with the rest of the faculty, leading to an offer to work with me on some book that will change the world and immortalize me...but that is in some other time continuum. In some other divergent forking garden path it is very probably that I did stand in front of the beverage section, iPhone in hand, unable to make a decision (but then I never would have read the text or been in class, making this particular post not probable, but let's not overanalyze anything). As I told my rommate about all of this, and said something to the effect that my choice of juice probably wouldn't have changed the course of my life, she provided this alternate future: "What if you had picked up some juice with cranberry in it (I hate cranberry juice, and she knows this), and the guy behind you in line was so impressed, because he loves cranberries, that he asked for your number, you guys dated and got married. Your marriage would be based on a lie!" So it's a good thing I didn't choose cranberry...or is it? Maybe my choice to buy that delicious, but surely calorie-dense cookie began my path towards 50 pounds of weight gain. But maybe my decision to go running made by path converge with another where I maintain weight (dare I mention lose weight?).
Whatever other possibilities existed for me in the infinite versions of my future, I am glad that this one includes graduation from college in a short while.
I am fast approaching a fork in my garden, and one which is more obviously divergent. Dietetic internship results will be posted on April 20th, at 12 am CST. Which means that at 11 pm on April 19th, I will be attempting to access the webpage, along with every other person that applied for an internship. So when I finally see the results two hours later, I will be taking my first step on the diverged path of my future.
I then sat down to by bagel, apple, and "juice" and attempted to read "The Garden of Forking Paths," all the while sufficiently distracted by the warmth provided by the sun that finally decided it had ignored Provo long enough. Needless to say, I didn't get much reading done, nor did I understand much of what I did read. I quickly read a summary online, and then went to class, hoping I was prepared enough. But no, not really. There was an essay quiz, for which I was able to produce moderately coherent ideas...at a very slow pace.
"The Garden of Forking Paths" by Jorge Borges presents the idea through a fictional short story that at every point of choice, time branches off into many possible futures, all of which happen simultaneously. These paths completely diverge or run parallel to each other, and sometimes they converge. While I am not sure about the many continuum of time occurring simultaneously (if there is anything I am not it is a physicist), the class discussion certainly sparked my interest. What about the decisions I had made recently? If I had been more prepared for class, perhaps I would have included some brilliant insight in my essay, which would have left my teacher weeping on her desk. Certainly she would have shown this insight to her husband in the English Department, who would have shared it with the rest of the faculty, leading to an offer to work with me on some book that will change the world and immortalize me...but that is in some other time continuum. In some other divergent forking garden path it is very probably that I did stand in front of the beverage section, iPhone in hand, unable to make a decision (but then I never would have read the text or been in class, making this particular post not probable, but let's not overanalyze anything). As I told my rommate about all of this, and said something to the effect that my choice of juice probably wouldn't have changed the course of my life, she provided this alternate future: "What if you had picked up some juice with cranberry in it (I hate cranberry juice, and she knows this), and the guy behind you in line was so impressed, because he loves cranberries, that he asked for your number, you guys dated and got married. Your marriage would be based on a lie!" So it's a good thing I didn't choose cranberry...or is it? Maybe my choice to buy that delicious, but surely calorie-dense cookie began my path towards 50 pounds of weight gain. But maybe my decision to go running made by path converge with another where I maintain weight (dare I mention lose weight?).
Whatever other possibilities existed for me in the infinite versions of my future, I am glad that this one includes graduation from college in a short while.
I am fast approaching a fork in my garden, and one which is more obviously divergent. Dietetic internship results will be posted on April 20th, at 12 am CST. Which means that at 11 pm on April 19th, I will be attempting to access the webpage, along with every other person that applied for an internship. So when I finally see the results two hours later, I will be taking my first step on the diverged path of my future.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
My Hilarious Niece
I am going to take the time to refer you to my sister's recent post. It is hilarious. Where my niece comes up with these things, I don't know. I almost hope she made it up, because can you imagine if it was a real song? Anyway, you will just have to check it out.
http://bardsleyland.blogspot.com/2009/02/blackmail.html
Someday I will upload some pictures and give an update about my life. But not until applications are mailed, research papers are written, and tests are failed. Thank you for your patience.
http://bardsleyland.blogspot.com/2009/02/blackmail.html
Someday I will upload some pictures and give an update about my life. But not until applications are mailed, research papers are written, and tests are failed. Thank you for your patience.
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