Hello dear readers. Today is the day that my stay in Arizona technically begins. Yesterday was just nonsense because I was so exhausted. But now I am more rested, and am ready to take on any challenge that may come my way while I am staying here in Prescott. Okay, so it really is weird to be back here. Mostly because there is very little happiness associated with Arizona. The only silver-lining that I can think of is my family. And I can't even tell you how amazing it is to see them again!! It is weird how you don't realize that you missed something so much until you have it back in your life again. Like talking to my mom. I have done it over the phone a ton these past few months, but it was great to do it for real. I missed my family so much, and I am so grateful to spend these next two weeks with them.
Right now...I have no car. This is slightly concerning to me...I really hope that the van gets fixed soon!! I can't stay in Dewey for too long, or I may go slightly crazy. This was a side track. Thank you.
So the point of this blog today is to supply Emmilie with ideas for a story. I really want to write something, and I have more than enough time on my hands these next two weeks. But I am suffering from severe writers block. It is kind of a problem. Not gonna lie. If you have any ideas, please pass them on ASAP!!
I promise to keep all of you seven peeps that read this up to date! I will take pictures, and actually remember to post them. I promise! Have a happy summer! Thank you, and goodnight.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
My Brain Hurts From Lack of Sleep
The title does in fact say it all. Amen.
Okay, so I’m sitting in the Salt Lake Airport, slightly delirious due to the fact that I have not really slept in over 24 hours. I had about an hour long nap on the shuttle…but other than that…I’ve been awake!!! How fun! I have now hit the point where I just start to get bizarre. So I apologize here and now for any odd, or awkward comments that I may make. Don’t judge me too harshly. Anyways- Why have I been up for so ridiculously long you may ask??? Well dear friends, I am going back to Arizona today. I’m really excited to see my family, but am really not excited to be back in Prescott. It is slightly the bane of my existence. I hate it there. That’s all. And to be perfectly honest, I was so sad to leave Rexburg!!! (What has this world come to??) But for real!!! I have made some awesome friends, and I won’t see them for a month! What if they all become way lame and get girlfriends? That would be retarded, and I would have to mock them. That’s all. Seriously though, it was really hard to leave. But I know that this is the right thing to do, and I know that the Lord is not going to punish me for doing what is right. I know that it will all work out. I just hope that my peeps don’t forget all about me. That would be the saddest thing ever.
So I am slightly dreading going back to Arizona…and rightly so. But I have decided to be happy no matter what. And it is one of those things that to be happy I have to work a little bit on it, and get some help. (Okay, not like medical help…I’m not crazy…awkward.) Anyways… I have decided that I will do three things to maintain sanity and optimism. 1. I will in fact go running everyday. (Except for Sunday, because that is the day of rest.) 2. I will eat healthy. 3. I will always try to make sure that I look cute and presentable. All of these things are excellent. And, on the plus side, since I know that I will not even have to worry about making friends, I can just foucs on feeling better about myself. Hooray!! So it will be good. I really hope I made the right decision to come home for two weeks. It seems like it is going to be forever. After I go back to Prescott for two weeks, I am going to San Jose for two weeks to visit my dad and Julie. It will be good, and I’m excited. Oh, and exciting- I’m going to a 49ers Trainers Camp!! Okay, so kind of random, but yet still exciting. And so dear readers, I will be sure to keep you up to date on what’s happening in my life over the next month!! Stay tuned!! Thank you, and goodnight.
Okay, so I’m sitting in the Salt Lake Airport, slightly delirious due to the fact that I have not really slept in over 24 hours. I had about an hour long nap on the shuttle…but other than that…I’ve been awake!!! How fun! I have now hit the point where I just start to get bizarre. So I apologize here and now for any odd, or awkward comments that I may make. Don’t judge me too harshly. Anyways- Why have I been up for so ridiculously long you may ask??? Well dear friends, I am going back to Arizona today. I’m really excited to see my family, but am really not excited to be back in Prescott. It is slightly the bane of my existence. I hate it there. That’s all. And to be perfectly honest, I was so sad to leave Rexburg!!! (What has this world come to??) But for real!!! I have made some awesome friends, and I won’t see them for a month! What if they all become way lame and get girlfriends? That would be retarded, and I would have to mock them. That’s all. Seriously though, it was really hard to leave. But I know that this is the right thing to do, and I know that the Lord is not going to punish me for doing what is right. I know that it will all work out. I just hope that my peeps don’t forget all about me. That would be the saddest thing ever.
So I am slightly dreading going back to Arizona…and rightly so. But I have decided to be happy no matter what. And it is one of those things that to be happy I have to work a little bit on it, and get some help. (Okay, not like medical help…I’m not crazy…awkward.) Anyways… I have decided that I will do three things to maintain sanity and optimism. 1. I will in fact go running everyday. (Except for Sunday, because that is the day of rest.) 2. I will eat healthy. 3. I will always try to make sure that I look cute and presentable. All of these things are excellent. And, on the plus side, since I know that I will not even have to worry about making friends, I can just foucs on feeling better about myself. Hooray!! So it will be good. I really hope I made the right decision to come home for two weeks. It seems like it is going to be forever. After I go back to Prescott for two weeks, I am going to San Jose for two weeks to visit my dad and Julie. It will be good, and I’m excited. Oh, and exciting- I’m going to a 49ers Trainers Camp!! Okay, so kind of random, but yet still exciting. And so dear readers, I will be sure to keep you up to date on what’s happening in my life over the next month!! Stay tuned!! Thank you, and goodnight.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
If You're Happy and You Know It...
Hello dear readers. Today is Sunday. Sunday is a happy day. Why? Church, sacrament, quiet times, moments of reflection, no homework day, and blogging/whatever I want. Yes friends, Sunday is a happy day. It is on this glorious Sunday that I feel like blogging. What about you may ask? I have no idea. But that will make it more interesting. I just really wanted to write!!
But I do have some exciting news!!! I only have one week of this semester left. So naturally, that means it's almost next semester...and I'm way excited. There are so many wonderful and exciting things happening!!! First of all, my very best friend Mary is going to come and room with me!!! That is by far the best part. We shall have a great time, as long as she does not kill me. That would be a slight downer. Seriously though. I'm also way excited for my classes. I am taking fun classes next semester. And by fun I mean English, and Film, and Communications. (Okay, so I think they are fun!!! But I'm weird like that...) It will be so nice to never have to take Math or Science again after this semester!!! I could do my Footloose dance I'm so excited. Indeed. Another exciting thing is that I am going to be an I-Team leader!!!! I'm way excited to get to work and interact with so many different people! That is so much fun, and I can't wait. I'm also pretty excited to work with the incoming Freshmen. (And I am happy that I no longer am a little Freshman.) So that will be fun. AND... I am going to be on the improv team next semester!!!! I am SOOOO excited about that one! I haven't done improv in so long, and it will be so awesome to be able to get back into it. Hooray!!! Things are going so well, and I can't wait.
So this last weekend I went with my peep Courtney to go and visit our other peep, Angie. It was so much fun! So...I really like Boise. Weird?? Anyways- it was way fun! We went boating, and I learned how to water ski! We went hiking, and played all around downtown! It was so much fun.
Me and Angie outside of the Boise Train Station!
Me and Courtney boating. Yes, I know that I do in fact look like a bug. Thank you.
Hahaha...Okay, so this picture really makes me laugh. That is me learning how to water ski. That was where I was trying to get control of my skis, and ended up almost doing a back flip in the water. It was really funny.
Nature!
Me and Courtney being excited for Fireworks. Can you tell?
So...yeah. Much fun was had by all. It was so great!! We played this game on the ride home that was pretty much amazing. We rolled down our windows and took pictures of random cars. It was so funny!!! Their reactions were pretty great too. Not gonna lie. So dear readers, I must go on to bigger and better things this fine Sunday. Like reading my visiting teaching lesson... Farewell... Thank you, and goodnight.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Take Two
Okay, so here is the second date. Not as amusing, but still entertaining nonetheless. And sorry it's kind of long. It was a long night...
Dating Journal 2
The second date I went on this semester was one of the most awkward experiences of my life. Let me give you a little background. There was this missionary that was serving in the area I was living during winter semester. He was a nice boy; but also an extremely awkward one. Bless his heart. He was clearly very admiring even while on his mission. Unfortunately though, I was never able to return his interest. I felt bad, but alas. The phrase “She’s just not that in to you…” rang through my mind several times. So Elder Forsgren found out that I go to BYU-Idaho. He was very excited, because he is actually from Rexburg! Isn’t that great news? Not really. So he quickly wanted to know when I would be going back up there. I told him I would be returning to Rexburg in April to attend the Summer Semester. To this he responded, “Well, I’m getting released in March…so you know… We’ll do something.” It was a very awkward situation. I didn’t want to reject him a date while he was on his mission. Isn’t this the reason why missionaries are not supposed to talk to girls?? But alas. Elder Forsgren asked me on a date while he was on his mission. I just nodded my head slightly in what I hoped was a very noncommittal way.
April came, and I moved back up to Idaho. I did not call Elder Forsgren, who had so conviently given me his business card with all of his information on it. I was slightly worried about running into him up here. It’s not that big of a town, and I knew that it was bound to happen at some time or another. I did get a rather interesting phone call from my Step-Father. He informed me that Elder Forsgren had called his former companion in Arizona (who is still on his mission!!) to ask my parents for my phone number. Luckily, they kindly refused. So that was kind of a close call, but it didn’t stop the inevitable. I saw Elder Forsgren at stadium singing, and he was pretty excited to see me. I was not so thrilled to see him. But I knew that I date was going to happen no matter what, so I decided to just let it happen. I tried to think positive. If nothing else, Elder Forsgren could be a good friend. However, he had a little bit more than friendship on his mind.
So I went on a date with Elder Forsgren. (Whose name is actually Brandon, but it was too weird to actually call him that. So he was Elder Forsgren) It was so awkward. Luckily it was set up to be a double date, so I begged my roommate to come with me. She took pity on me and came. However it turned out to be just as awkward for her, because her date was two hours late. That was fantastic. So Elder Forsgren has planned it all out: we went to a campsite to roast hot dogs and make smores. Sadly, he forgot the buns. So we got to wait for two hours and make awkward small talk, while my poor roommate Jessica sat there. It was quite bad. The interesting thing was, with most people your conversation is only “small talk” for a while until you become more comfortable with one another. Sadly it was all awkward small talk with Elder Forsgren. His friend finally came, and we ate cold hot dogs. Why were they cold you may ask? Because he wanted to roast them when we first got there. So that sat and got cold in the two hours that we were waiting. I had completely burned my hot dog, and to make sure I didn’t make that foolish mistake again, he made me a smore. Which was, granted, a very sweet gesture, but it took the fun out of it all… But oh well. It was a refreshing act of kindness. I normally just date jerks, so his care and concern was very touching. And if it had been anyone else I may have been attracted to him because of it. However I was not. During our awkward small talk we decided to go see a movie. That was all my idea, because it took up about two hours of not having to talk to each other. I thought it was a very smooth move.
The drive to the theatre was one of the most comical experiences of my life. He kept telling me all of the things we were going to do together. I mostly stayed silent for those moments in the conversation. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that this was a onetime thing at that moment in our date. It was kind of annoying because he kept trying to show off for me. I find that terribly obnoxious when any man does that, but it was exceptionally bad with him. He would accelerate really fast and look over at me to see if I was watching. I would look the opposite way out of the window so he could not actually see me smiling at the hilariousness of the moment. Then he decided to impress me with his sound system. This too was terribly unsuccessful. The bass in his truck was up so loud that the vibrations from it began to hurt my back. Then he decided to roll the windows down so that everyone could see how cool he was. I was so embarrassed. I just kept thinking that if anyone saw me in this ridiculous situation my life would end. If not, I would have some humorous explaining to do. Luckily the drive was short and we went in to the movie.
Once again the awkwardness of the date brought a smile to my face. Every time my hand would move in any way, Elder Forsgren got really excited, like I wanted him to make a move or something. So I sat with my arms folded tightly across my chest for the entirety of the show. About half way through the show I realized that I was pushed up against the opposite side of my seat, allowing for the most space physically possible to be in between me and my date. That too made me laugh. At the end of the movie we had about 45 minutes until curfew, but I had had enough. I pulled the “I’m just really tired” card, which gratefully worked. However the three minute car ride became the most awkward part of the date. Elder Forsgren had obviously thought that the night had gone extremely well, because he was practically planning out our future together. He asked me what I was doing for the Fourth. Luckily I had already made plans to go to Boise. (That was a blessing and a half) He was so terribly sad by this news that I almost felt bad. Almost. But then he told me how he wanted me to come to Sunday dinner the next night, and that he wanted me to meet his parents, and the rest of his family, and all of his friends. I was somewhat frightened. He then wanted to know my plans for next weekend. I told him that I didn’t know what my plans were, I would have to check. He then wanted to know if I was going to stadium singing, and if he could give me a ride. I assured him that it was nice, but completely unnecessary. Luckily, by this point, we had reached my doorstep, and all that was left was the awkward scene that always follows. He gave me a hug, but held on for a little too long. Just long enough to further confirm all of my fears. He then told me that he was sorry that I had been so stressed with school. But to not ever worry about it again. “If you ever get stressed out, just call me! That’s what I’m here for!” Oh dear. He thinks we are dating. This thought terrified me. But alas, it was real life. I finally manage to get into my apartment; I start laughing about everything that had happened that night. When too my utter horror, I see Elder Forsgren, bending down to peak into my window!!! That just about sealed the deal. Not only was that incredibly creepy, but he also say we smiling, giving him the false hope that I had had a fabulous time on the date. I was genuinely concerned. However, this story has a happy ending. He called me on Sunday night about stadium singing, but I was on the other line, and “forgot” to call him back. (Probably not the best way to handle this on my part…) He didn’t call the rest of the week until Friday night. I was at work and happily missed his call. He has not called back since, so I do believe that he has gotten the message. All is well. I will give credit to him, because I am normally not used to being treated well on dates, so his kindness was a nice change. Too bad he had to be awkward and creepy. And thus ends the story of Elder Forsgren. And thus ends the tale of my awkward/horrible dates of summer semester. Once again, I was grateful that the most I got out of this date was a few extra points in my Dating and Courtship class.
Thank you, and good night
Dating Journal 2
The second date I went on this semester was one of the most awkward experiences of my life. Let me give you a little background. There was this missionary that was serving in the area I was living during winter semester. He was a nice boy; but also an extremely awkward one. Bless his heart. He was clearly very admiring even while on his mission. Unfortunately though, I was never able to return his interest. I felt bad, but alas. The phrase “She’s just not that in to you…” rang through my mind several times. So Elder Forsgren found out that I go to BYU-Idaho. He was very excited, because he is actually from Rexburg! Isn’t that great news? Not really. So he quickly wanted to know when I would be going back up there. I told him I would be returning to Rexburg in April to attend the Summer Semester. To this he responded, “Well, I’m getting released in March…so you know… We’ll do something.” It was a very awkward situation. I didn’t want to reject him a date while he was on his mission. Isn’t this the reason why missionaries are not supposed to talk to girls?? But alas. Elder Forsgren asked me on a date while he was on his mission. I just nodded my head slightly in what I hoped was a very noncommittal way.
April came, and I moved back up to Idaho. I did not call Elder Forsgren, who had so conviently given me his business card with all of his information on it. I was slightly worried about running into him up here. It’s not that big of a town, and I knew that it was bound to happen at some time or another. I did get a rather interesting phone call from my Step-Father. He informed me that Elder Forsgren had called his former companion in Arizona (who is still on his mission!!) to ask my parents for my phone number. Luckily, they kindly refused. So that was kind of a close call, but it didn’t stop the inevitable. I saw Elder Forsgren at stadium singing, and he was pretty excited to see me. I was not so thrilled to see him. But I knew that I date was going to happen no matter what, so I decided to just let it happen. I tried to think positive. If nothing else, Elder Forsgren could be a good friend. However, he had a little bit more than friendship on his mind.
So I went on a date with Elder Forsgren. (Whose name is actually Brandon, but it was too weird to actually call him that. So he was Elder Forsgren) It was so awkward. Luckily it was set up to be a double date, so I begged my roommate to come with me. She took pity on me and came. However it turned out to be just as awkward for her, because her date was two hours late. That was fantastic. So Elder Forsgren has planned it all out: we went to a campsite to roast hot dogs and make smores. Sadly, he forgot the buns. So we got to wait for two hours and make awkward small talk, while my poor roommate Jessica sat there. It was quite bad. The interesting thing was, with most people your conversation is only “small talk” for a while until you become more comfortable with one another. Sadly it was all awkward small talk with Elder Forsgren. His friend finally came, and we ate cold hot dogs. Why were they cold you may ask? Because he wanted to roast them when we first got there. So that sat and got cold in the two hours that we were waiting. I had completely burned my hot dog, and to make sure I didn’t make that foolish mistake again, he made me a smore. Which was, granted, a very sweet gesture, but it took the fun out of it all… But oh well. It was a refreshing act of kindness. I normally just date jerks, so his care and concern was very touching. And if it had been anyone else I may have been attracted to him because of it. However I was not. During our awkward small talk we decided to go see a movie. That was all my idea, because it took up about two hours of not having to talk to each other. I thought it was a very smooth move.
The drive to the theatre was one of the most comical experiences of my life. He kept telling me all of the things we were going to do together. I mostly stayed silent for those moments in the conversation. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that this was a onetime thing at that moment in our date. It was kind of annoying because he kept trying to show off for me. I find that terribly obnoxious when any man does that, but it was exceptionally bad with him. He would accelerate really fast and look over at me to see if I was watching. I would look the opposite way out of the window so he could not actually see me smiling at the hilariousness of the moment. Then he decided to impress me with his sound system. This too was terribly unsuccessful. The bass in his truck was up so loud that the vibrations from it began to hurt my back. Then he decided to roll the windows down so that everyone could see how cool he was. I was so embarrassed. I just kept thinking that if anyone saw me in this ridiculous situation my life would end. If not, I would have some humorous explaining to do. Luckily the drive was short and we went in to the movie.
Once again the awkwardness of the date brought a smile to my face. Every time my hand would move in any way, Elder Forsgren got really excited, like I wanted him to make a move or something. So I sat with my arms folded tightly across my chest for the entirety of the show. About half way through the show I realized that I was pushed up against the opposite side of my seat, allowing for the most space physically possible to be in between me and my date. That too made me laugh. At the end of the movie we had about 45 minutes until curfew, but I had had enough. I pulled the “I’m just really tired” card, which gratefully worked. However the three minute car ride became the most awkward part of the date. Elder Forsgren had obviously thought that the night had gone extremely well, because he was practically planning out our future together. He asked me what I was doing for the Fourth. Luckily I had already made plans to go to Boise. (That was a blessing and a half) He was so terribly sad by this news that I almost felt bad. Almost. But then he told me how he wanted me to come to Sunday dinner the next night, and that he wanted me to meet his parents, and the rest of his family, and all of his friends. I was somewhat frightened. He then wanted to know my plans for next weekend. I told him that I didn’t know what my plans were, I would have to check. He then wanted to know if I was going to stadium singing, and if he could give me a ride. I assured him that it was nice, but completely unnecessary. Luckily, by this point, we had reached my doorstep, and all that was left was the awkward scene that always follows. He gave me a hug, but held on for a little too long. Just long enough to further confirm all of my fears. He then told me that he was sorry that I had been so stressed with school. But to not ever worry about it again. “If you ever get stressed out, just call me! That’s what I’m here for!” Oh dear. He thinks we are dating. This thought terrified me. But alas, it was real life. I finally manage to get into my apartment; I start laughing about everything that had happened that night. When too my utter horror, I see Elder Forsgren, bending down to peak into my window!!! That just about sealed the deal. Not only was that incredibly creepy, but he also say we smiling, giving him the false hope that I had had a fabulous time on the date. I was genuinely concerned. However, this story has a happy ending. He called me on Sunday night about stadium singing, but I was on the other line, and “forgot” to call him back. (Probably not the best way to handle this on my part…) He didn’t call the rest of the week until Friday night. I was at work and happily missed his call. He has not called back since, so I do believe that he has gotten the message. All is well. I will give credit to him, because I am normally not used to being treated well on dates, so his kindness was a nice change. Too bad he had to be awkward and creepy. And thus ends the story of Elder Forsgren. And thus ends the tale of my awkward/horrible dates of summer semester. Once again, I was grateful that the most I got out of this date was a few extra points in my Dating and Courtship class.
Thank you, and good night
Dating Journals
Okay, so for my Dating and Courtship class, I have to keep a dating Journal for extra credit. Well, I need all the help that I can get in that class... so a Dating Journal I kept. (For all two dates that I went on...) I thought it was somewhat entertaining. I thought you might too. So here we go. Let me know what you think.
I have only been on two dates this semester, and I have to tell you; they have been pretty interesting. The first date I went on was somewhat of a misunderstanding. I was under the strong impression that this boy and I were to be strictly “hanging out.” Nothing more. But alas, Kyle had a date in mind. Had I known that he had been thinking that this was a date, I may have reconsidered. We had had several awkward encounters in the past, which would make dating each other slightly uncomfortable. (And it was…)
Kyle picks me up at my apartment, and we begin to walk back to his apartment to watch a movie. We begin the awkward, cliché, first-date-small-talk. It was awkward, but that was to be expected. Literally within five minutes, he says to me, “Wow, so I have nothing really to say to you anymore.” I sarcastically told him thanks, to which he responded, “Whoa, harsh!!” To which I had nothing more to say than, “You are the one calling me boring!” He readily agreed with this statement, and I knew that the date was off to a roaring start. As we are making the walk up to his house (which seemed to take more of an eternity rather than just a few minutes) he begins to think up some more questions to ask me. Unfortunately, whenever I would respond with my honest answer, he would look at me as if I was a total moron from a completely different planet. Anytime I would say anything he would respond, “What?! Why would you do that?? You are crazy!” And this was not playful banter. He genuinely wanted to know why I was such an idiot for wanting to do something as silly as change my major to psychology. Another topic of interest for Kyle was my name. First of all he thought it was a ridiculous name. I have yet to find the incredulity of the name, Emmilie Rae Buchanan. Then he began to chastise the spelling of my name, reminding me once again how completely moronic it did indeed sound. At this point in the evening, (which was about eight minutes after we left my apartment) I decided that I was no longer going to say anything. I had had enough of feeling horrible about myself. I did not even feel remotely rude for only giving very short, and direct answers to his questions. For when he asked me what my favorite color was, and I responded “red”, I felt like I had reached the maximum humiliation by him telling me I was stupid for liking red. I did begin to wonder if I had in fact reverted back to the third grade, when the school bully makes fun of you for wearing that ugly red sweater. But oh no, this was real life in college.
After this stimulating, and uplifting conversation, we get to his apartment. I’m already wondering how long the wretched movie is so I can escape. Kyle decides to watch Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Which, thankfully is one of my favorite movies. Sadly though, this film is only funny when the audience is able to joke, and laugh and have fun with each other without fear of constant ridicule. And alas, there was an overpowering fear of ridicule on this date. So we begin to watch the movie. It is in fact a comedy, so naturally, I laugh at the parts that I find amusing. Daring to hope, I look over at Kyle to see if he too is laughing. Oh no, he is once again looking at me as if I was an idiot for laughing at a humorous part. He tries to tell me something, presumably how idiotic I am, but thankfully he spares me his precious thoughts and simply shakes his head as if I am a petulant child that needs to be taught a lesson. At this point I decide that the time has come for me to be silent. I chose not even to respond when he told me about how he was so bored and would rather be doing so many other things with other people.
Thinking that my situation could not improve in any way, shape or form, I try to formulate a plan that will allow me to leave after the movie is over. Sickness is the first thing that comes to mind. So I put my hand to my head. As if on cue, Kyle looks over and so politely asks, “What are you sick or something?” I respond that I am indeed very sick, and should probably go home. To my joy, Kyle responds, “Well I guess I’ll just take you back now, because this is really boring.” I agreed. And he took me home. I walked back to my apartment as quickly as I could trying to put an end to this awful night. Unsurprisingly, Kyle starts firing the questions as soon as we start walking. Once again, he tells me how ridiculous I am for liking the music that I do. But like all things, that walk had to come to an end. We reach my apartment building. He doesn’t even walk me to the door, just offers a charming “See ya…” Indeed he will not. I walked inside and began to sob. It was one of the worst dates I had ever been on. But it was over. And the most positive thought that I was able to muster up was that I would be getting extra credit in my Dating and Courtship class.
Dating Journal 1:
I have only been on two dates this semester, and I have to tell you; they have been pretty interesting. The first date I went on was somewhat of a misunderstanding. I was under the strong impression that this boy and I were to be strictly “hanging out.” Nothing more. But alas, Kyle had a date in mind. Had I known that he had been thinking that this was a date, I may have reconsidered. We had had several awkward encounters in the past, which would make dating each other slightly uncomfortable. (And it was…)
Kyle picks me up at my apartment, and we begin to walk back to his apartment to watch a movie. We begin the awkward, cliché, first-date-small-talk. It was awkward, but that was to be expected. Literally within five minutes, he says to me, “Wow, so I have nothing really to say to you anymore.” I sarcastically told him thanks, to which he responded, “Whoa, harsh!!” To which I had nothing more to say than, “You are the one calling me boring!” He readily agreed with this statement, and I knew that the date was off to a roaring start. As we are making the walk up to his house (which seemed to take more of an eternity rather than just a few minutes) he begins to think up some more questions to ask me. Unfortunately, whenever I would respond with my honest answer, he would look at me as if I was a total moron from a completely different planet. Anytime I would say anything he would respond, “What?! Why would you do that?? You are crazy!” And this was not playful banter. He genuinely wanted to know why I was such an idiot for wanting to do something as silly as change my major to psychology. Another topic of interest for Kyle was my name. First of all he thought it was a ridiculous name. I have yet to find the incredulity of the name, Emmilie Rae Buchanan. Then he began to chastise the spelling of my name, reminding me once again how completely moronic it did indeed sound. At this point in the evening, (which was about eight minutes after we left my apartment) I decided that I was no longer going to say anything. I had had enough of feeling horrible about myself. I did not even feel remotely rude for only giving very short, and direct answers to his questions. For when he asked me what my favorite color was, and I responded “red”, I felt like I had reached the maximum humiliation by him telling me I was stupid for liking red. I did begin to wonder if I had in fact reverted back to the third grade, when the school bully makes fun of you for wearing that ugly red sweater. But oh no, this was real life in college.
After this stimulating, and uplifting conversation, we get to his apartment. I’m already wondering how long the wretched movie is so I can escape. Kyle decides to watch Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Which, thankfully is one of my favorite movies. Sadly though, this film is only funny when the audience is able to joke, and laugh and have fun with each other without fear of constant ridicule. And alas, there was an overpowering fear of ridicule on this date. So we begin to watch the movie. It is in fact a comedy, so naturally, I laugh at the parts that I find amusing. Daring to hope, I look over at Kyle to see if he too is laughing. Oh no, he is once again looking at me as if I was an idiot for laughing at a humorous part. He tries to tell me something, presumably how idiotic I am, but thankfully he spares me his precious thoughts and simply shakes his head as if I am a petulant child that needs to be taught a lesson. At this point I decide that the time has come for me to be silent. I chose not even to respond when he told me about how he was so bored and would rather be doing so many other things with other people.
Thinking that my situation could not improve in any way, shape or form, I try to formulate a plan that will allow me to leave after the movie is over. Sickness is the first thing that comes to mind. So I put my hand to my head. As if on cue, Kyle looks over and so politely asks, “What are you sick or something?” I respond that I am indeed very sick, and should probably go home. To my joy, Kyle responds, “Well I guess I’ll just take you back now, because this is really boring.” I agreed. And he took me home. I walked back to my apartment as quickly as I could trying to put an end to this awful night. Unsurprisingly, Kyle starts firing the questions as soon as we start walking. Once again, he tells me how ridiculous I am for liking the music that I do. But like all things, that walk had to come to an end. We reach my apartment building. He doesn’t even walk me to the door, just offers a charming “See ya…” Indeed he will not. I walked inside and began to sob. It was one of the worst dates I had ever been on. But it was over. And the most positive thought that I was able to muster up was that I would be getting extra credit in my Dating and Courtship class.
This is all completely true. Thank you, and good night.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Dating and Courtship Secretly Equals Death
So, I'm pretty sure that my dating and courtship class is going to be the death of me. Indeed, I dread that class more than any other I have ever had. Yes dear readers, even more than Astronomy. That is how much I loath this wretched class. I started with such good intentions and high hopes. I had a good attitude about it. Alas, it is all gone now. For some bizarre reason, I thought that my extreme hatred for having to talk about that crap (dating, courtship, marriage, families, that crap) had somehow disappeared. Oh, how wrong I was... I hate talking about dating. I hate talking about marriage. I hate talking about courtship. I hate those Family classes. Now, I'm sure that I will probably go to Hell in a hand basket for my extreme dislike of such important topics. It's not that I hate the topics themselves... I just hate discussing them. "How do you feel about that?" (What is this? Therapy??) I feel feelings of animosity towards you!!! That's what I feel!!! To top this lovely scene off, I'm pretty sure I have a D in my dating and courtship class. That would explain so much. And it's not entirely my fault. Okay, so maybe it is. But you don't understand the conditions in which I have to subject myself! So my professor is a therapist. So pretty much any time I say anything in class, I get the sneaky feeling that he is analyzing my every word. I keep feeling that at the end of the semester he is going to hand me a bill and a certificate stating that I hereby suck at dating. (Like I need a professional reinforcement on that subject...) I'm perfectly aware of how much I do in fact suck at dating. Upon careful analysis of my dating life while in this class, I have come to the strong conclusion that I only date jerks...ever. Jerks or creepy stalkers who want to marry me. No thank you, Steve. So it's been a slightly depressing semester, realizing that not only are my past dates riddled with jerks and awkward moments, but all two of my dates this semester have been an excellent display of both: The Jerk Date, and The Awkward Date. If you want to heart these fabulous stories, please give me a call. They are far too good to just read. You have to get the full effect. Okay, so that was in interesting sidetrack... moving right along. So my professor may in fact be the death of me as well. I have Dating and Courtship at 9 AM on Mondays and Wednesdays. No big deal, right? It's not that early. Alas. My professor has the most soothing voice I have ever heard in my life. It puts me to sleep faster than anything else in this known world. It's kind of a problem. So I pray SO hard before every class to stay awake. And most times it works, but some mornings, his voice is just too much. There was about four classes in a row that I would be out in the first 8 minutes. It kind of made him mad... He would always announce to the class that those of us who do not get enough sleep at night should try to work on that. He would always look at me. But I'm pretty sure I was half-way dead to the world whenever he made this little announcement, because of course, he said it so soothingly!! And I can't possibly tell him that it is his voice that causes me to get sleepy! How awkward would that be?? "Your voice is just so soothing, Brother Winfree..." Analyze that!! So such is my lament for my wretched Dating and Courtship class. But hey, I have learned a few good things. Like how to improve my marriage... Which is probably a really good thing, because when I try to talk to him, he just doesn't' respond... It's like he is not even there... I'm so worried. Wait... Thank you, and goodnight.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Happy June!!
Ok peeps. Here is the low-down. I am back at school, and loving it! Ok, so this semester has been quite challenging with roommates, and not knowing many people, but alas. I am so very blessed, and I know that things are going to all be okay! Life is so good! So what am I doing with my life you may ask? I have no bloody idea. Right now I am in fact a Theatre Ed. major, but that is switching. I don't know to what yet, so that makes life interesting!! I'm thinking maybe Psychology, because I really like it. I think that it is fascinating, and I would love to maybe look at becoming a psychologist. However comma, I want a family. (Lots of kids...) And becoming such a psychologist requires lots of school. So we'll see where I end up. Right now I'm just trying to enjoy the ride.
My classes are going well. I'm only doing 14 credits this semester, so that keeps my life nice a open. Nothing to challenging. Hey, it's summer!! I'm taking Dating and Courtship, Biology, Math in the Real World, Book of Mormon (the second half) Psychology, and a fabulous Biology Lab. So lots and lots of crappy generals. But, after this semester I'm done with science, and possible math!! Hooray!!! The red flag for Psychology is that I have to take Stats... (yes, the doom march is playing in the background...) I really like everything except for Biology. I pretty much want to kill myself everyday in that class. But alas, the human body is oh so fascinating. My Dating and Courtship class really makes me laugh. I took this class because I'm kind of toying with the idea of becoming a Marriage and Family Therapist. I thought this class might be able to help. Anyone who knows me, knows how much I suck at the whole dating thing. So even if the class backfired, I thought it may be beneficial in teaching me how to date!! Sadly, I'm really not learning how to date. I'm learning some useful things, but this class is nothing like I thought it was going to be. And it is kind of challenge for me. The class itself is not at all difficult. But, I have this class at 9 AM. Which is really not early at all, but my professor has the most soothing voice I have ever heard in my life! He puts me to sleep faster than anything else on this earth. It's kind of a problem. So, most mornings I have this internal struggle: Do I want to sleep at a cold, hard desk? Or here on my warm hard bed? Luckily my bed has only won once. So I just sleep in class. I need to start taking drastic measures. It's kind of bad...
Math in the Real World is always entertaining. One of the first days of class we played with puzzles, and I couldn't help but think that I had finally found the right math class for me. Oh, don't worry. It's not all fun and games. Right now we are doing financial crap, and going to be starting taxes soon. Which is a party and a half in and of itself. Biology is lame, but there is this very attractive man who sits next to me. He looks, dresses, and smells amazing. That's all.
My Book of Mormon class is good, but I hate my professor. His attitude is, "I'm so much better than you." Well, that's probably true. Have a nice day. Oh well, at least I can stay awake most of the time. My Psychology class is my very favorite. I have learned so much, and find it all so fascinating. This is what I will probably change my major to. It's just a matter of time. I really love it. That's all.
Oh, so I made the Broadway Revue!! That was exciting!! I'm singing Stars and the Moon, from Jason Robert Brown's Songs for a New World. I'll have to let you know how that all goes! So yeah- things are going very well for me indeed. I just need to start making new friends. I have made many new acquaintances, but no real friends. So I just keep praying, and know that everything is going to turn out great!! Thank you, and goodnight.
My classes are going well. I'm only doing 14 credits this semester, so that keeps my life nice a open. Nothing to challenging. Hey, it's summer!! I'm taking Dating and Courtship, Biology, Math in the Real World, Book of Mormon (the second half) Psychology, and a fabulous Biology Lab. So lots and lots of crappy generals. But, after this semester I'm done with science, and possible math!! Hooray!!! The red flag for Psychology is that I have to take Stats... (yes, the doom march is playing in the background...) I really like everything except for Biology. I pretty much want to kill myself everyday in that class. But alas, the human body is oh so fascinating. My Dating and Courtship class really makes me laugh. I took this class because I'm kind of toying with the idea of becoming a Marriage and Family Therapist. I thought this class might be able to help. Anyone who knows me, knows how much I suck at the whole dating thing. So even if the class backfired, I thought it may be beneficial in teaching me how to date!! Sadly, I'm really not learning how to date. I'm learning some useful things, but this class is nothing like I thought it was going to be. And it is kind of challenge for me. The class itself is not at all difficult. But, I have this class at 9 AM. Which is really not early at all, but my professor has the most soothing voice I have ever heard in my life! He puts me to sleep faster than anything else on this earth. It's kind of a problem. So, most mornings I have this internal struggle: Do I want to sleep at a cold, hard desk? Or here on my warm hard bed? Luckily my bed has only won once. So I just sleep in class. I need to start taking drastic measures. It's kind of bad...
Math in the Real World is always entertaining. One of the first days of class we played with puzzles, and I couldn't help but think that I had finally found the right math class for me. Oh, don't worry. It's not all fun and games. Right now we are doing financial crap, and going to be starting taxes soon. Which is a party and a half in and of itself. Biology is lame, but there is this very attractive man who sits next to me. He looks, dresses, and smells amazing. That's all.
My Book of Mormon class is good, but I hate my professor. His attitude is, "I'm so much better than you." Well, that's probably true. Have a nice day. Oh well, at least I can stay awake most of the time. My Psychology class is my very favorite. I have learned so much, and find it all so fascinating. This is what I will probably change my major to. It's just a matter of time. I really love it. That's all.
Oh, so I made the Broadway Revue!! That was exciting!! I'm singing Stars and the Moon, from Jason Robert Brown's Songs for a New World. I'll have to let you know how that all goes! So yeah- things are going very well for me indeed. I just need to start making new friends. I have made many new acquaintances, but no real friends. So I just keep praying, and know that everything is going to turn out great!! Thank you, and goodnight.
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