Isn't it funny.

So, had to blog about this; all of Kyler's friends are getting married. It's exceptionally weird. I can't see these immature people (not that I'm any more mature) 19 and 20 year olds getting married and having families. It's just mind-boggling. I'm just wondering though.. what IS the hurry? You get to spend the rest of your life with this person, can't you wait a few years and have a little fun first? I mean that in the best way possible. Spending time with your best friends, doing spontaneous things, going on trips to places you've always dreamed of going to. I don't know what the rush is. If anyone has any insight on this... feel free to comment lol.

Also, just uploaded this playlist. HAHAHA I found the first couple of songs that came to mind. Enjoy these oldies/goodies/weirdies that I hold dear to my heart :)

Feb 2010 and work that's not really work

First of all, a little update on my life: things are going well. When this semester first started I felt like I wanted to die every night. Not only was the homework load seemingly impossible but at work I was being given more and more responsibility. I honestly felt an anxiety attack creeping up behind me and chilling the hairs on the back of my neck quite often. Fortunately though, things are going much better. I devised a schedule that is working out quite well. M-F: Wake up, eat breakfast (98% of the time I eat poptarts, about 90% of the time if I can help it they are S'more flavored, so good), get ready, study like a fool, go to work, come home, eat dinner, and study some more. Saturdays are play/sleep days and Sundays = long hours of reading and studying. I often feel jealous and somewhat angry when people complain about how stressed out they are when they just have to deal with full-time school. Full-time school + full-time work = full-time stress for me! But it's all good :) I'm not ignorant to the fact that my life is great and could be much worse and full of many more extreme stressors. I'm definitely blessed and very thankful.


Anywho, with work, I don't think I've talked about how much I love it; about how I don't consider it work at all and often times I forget my paycheck until my boss reminds me to take it home. Right now, I work at the Boys and Girls Club of Brigham City and absolutely love it. When I first applied for the job I did so because I was being forced to finally grow up and start working. I decided I might as well do something that'd (hopefully) make a difference in someone's life. I applied there with extremely high hopes that I would be hired. Luckily, they had a spot. But to my dismay, it was just a desk job; I wouldn't even be working with the kids.

So I was hired and trained to work the desk; answering calls, checking kids in and out, doing tedious paperwork. AKA not for me! I was so happy to be informed though, upon my second day of working there, that a Fanz staff just quit and I would be taking over her position with the kids. What a "Fanz" staff was I had no idea... but I was undeniably thrilled.

That was about a year and half ago. I had planned on only working there for the summer, ended up staying for the fall, and then couldn't find it in myself to leave. I had become so attached to these little hellions and couldn't imagine saying goodbye and not seeing them everyday. The kids at the club are absolutely amazing. Yes, there are the bad days. I do sometimes get called every name in the book and have tiny schemers plotting to get me fired; but they are minimal. I'd say the ratio of good days to bad is about 20:1. Which is great. The good days are unforgettable. THe good days inspire and excite me about life. The fact that I get paid to hang out with kids every day, teach them things about life and about themselves and help them to have higher self-esteem and confidence means the world to me. I still can't believe I get a paycheck every other week, I guess that's why I always forget it.

Language

So lately I've been debating on whether to learn American Sign Language (ASL) or Spanish. Both are very interesting to me but I hardly have time for either. I love watching ASL and have always wanted to know how to sign but I think in the future, Spanish would be much more beneficial. I've never even met someone who is deaf and I don't know how much longer technology will allow us to have issues with hearing. I think eventually technology will allow us to fix all hearing problems and there won't be much need for sign language unless it's concerning babies, the elderly, and things like this. With Spanish, more and more Spanish-speaking people are moving to the United States and I'm working with more Spanish-speaking children who are learning English as a second language. Too bad it's super hard to learn a second language lol. If only I would have taken Spanish in school (rather than German) and took it seriously. Oh well! In the meantime, perhaps I'll try to study a little of both. It wouldn't hurt to know a little Spanish and I'd love to learn more sign language. If you ever get bored, get on youtube and watch the music videos of people signing, they're super fun to watch and try to replicate :)

Teachers that hate me

I've come to the realization that not all teachers love to teach. They may say they do, may think they do, but I've learned from experience that they in fact, do not. So far I've had two college professors that I don't have any idea WHY they decided to get their teaching degrees. I honestly think they love making people miserable. I think their teaching certificate was just a sneaky tool they decided to get their hands on for the sole purpose of making students, especially young and obnoxious college students, miserable. I never thought I'd have a professor like that... Anywho. They're very tricky, these evil teachers. They'd give a too-smilley-smile that made you uncomfortable.They'd coax you into thinking they're personable and linient on the first day, reading through the syllabus and telling you not to worry, everything will be fine as long as you work hard and do your best. WRONG-O. So far I've had two statistics classes. The content wasn't too horrid but the teachers were, well, part of the evil clan of teachers that were probably sent up from the devil to punish me for all my wrong choices... ha! I didn't do bad in the classes... Just didn't learn much. Funny story... one of these classes was "interactive broadcast." This is when the professor is in a different location and I, with the rest of my class, get to watch a T.V. screen and pipe in when I felt brave over the mic. The bad part of this is the small green button that says if your mic is on or off--you can barely see it. Sometimes you even bump the mic and it turns on, and you speak into the mic without even knowing it. Luckily, most of the time when this happens the other classes (and professor) can just hear static or a slight cough. They quickly inform you that your mic is on, you blush, mumble a quick sorry, and turn it off. You're now obsessed with not touching the mic button and making sure the small green light is off. Too bad for me... One day, while mocking one of my statistics teacher, my notebook decided to magically slide over to the mic, and turn it on at the worst possible moment. The professor stopped talking, and the class went quiet. I looked up at the T.V. screen to see what was going on, for I of course was paying absolutely no attenetion. "Your mic is on" my professor said, staring at me through the television screen, piercing my sole with her evil look. I slid my finger over to the button, shut it off, and stared at my notebook waiting for class to continue. Note to self: don't mock the evil teacher when there's a possibility that your mic might have turned on. I didn't get much sleep that night.

Work that's not really work, part 1

When you find something that you love to do, whether it has the title of "work" or "play" you realize time flies when you are doing it. So, if you fortunately come across a "job" that you enjoy doing, you might think of it as more of a hobby or an activity you do for fun; the bonus: you get paid. My first job consisted of cleaning tanning beds and sweeping floors. Not something someone wakes up every day excited about. Not something you go to sleep early so you can wake up to do it. Just a job that needs doing in a timely matter.

With this job, it had it's ups and downs. The downs: cleaning human body hair off the floor, fecal matter from porcelain, and being surrounded by small containers that yell "you're going to get cancer" or "don't drink Brigham City water, look at all the crap in it". Now, these probably don't make sense right now but let me explain. This place was called "The Wellness Center." People went there because they felt they either weren't well, or didn't want to become un-well. (Yes, the tanning beds were a very ironic installment to The Wellness Center that I loved to smirk about, often). This organization sold herbal supplements, vitamins, bottled water that sat next to a display of calcified metal (said to be from the drinking water in Brigham) and cheap tans. It wasn't too bad for my first job, at age 15.

The ups of working there consisted of somewhat easy labor, a list of things you needed to do that you could check off with a sigh of satisfaction, and kooky health-obsessed people to talk to. There were more ups though, such as laughing at the people from school (in my mind) that happened to be male, that happened to come in to use the tanning beds, that happened to choose the red heart-shaped stickers to see how much of a tan they were getting. These small things, were hilarious. I thought about them when I had to clean toilets. It was my own little way at getting back at the people. Yes, I have to clean your nasty toilets, and yes if I wanted, I could tell everyone about you're little tanning trips and heart-shaped stickers.

Blogging!

I've decided to put up a blog so that I can "vomit" all of the thoughts out of my mind and onto paper (or in this case...virtual paper). This action, thankfully, will get some thoughts out of my head so I can 1. get more sleep 2. focus on what I'm supposed to be doing, and 3. write about a few things I believe everyone should put some thought into.

For this blog, I will not be worrying about grammar, punctuation, or anything related to things like this; so don't bother correcting me. After all, during our cognitive processes, when we think about anything in particular, I don't think we care about spelling, grammar, or punctuation. We don't stop ourselves mid-thought and think "oh, I think I might have just used poor grammar when I insulted that idiot for running the stop sign." It's just free thought. Thought that spills out after you're inspired or worked up about something. You can't really stop it or slow it down, it just keeps coming whether you want it to or not; such as vomit.

And so here it is! My blog. Take it or leave it. A small peak into my life and the things I think about. I say small (although it's an understatement) because I don't think I could ever write about all the things that circulate through my mind. Welp, enjoy :)