Death by Testing

So I'm at work right now, and I feel a little something like this. Annoyed with the world, while bemoaning my current state, feeling slightly despondent. Yes, I am at the Testing Center of death. Yes, I am fully aware that it is in fact Saturday morning, and I should indeed be tucked up in bed. Alas, I am not. Instead I walked through the frozen tundra of Rexburg where there this wretched thing called wind blows you about in every direction. What the St. Francis? I don't mind this shift when it comes right down to it. Working from 7:30 to 12:30 gives me my whole day, which is lovely. However, it takes me until about 10 to wake up...it's fine. I'm not mad. But that leaves the problem of me being dead to the world for the first two and a half hours of work. Sorry students of BYU-I, but seriously, what the crap are you doing out of bed that early when you don't have to be? Celebrate your youth. Stay home so I can too. Thank you, and goodnight.  

Not a Narcissist

So this one time... not this semester, I was highly bored. Naturally, I decided to make a collage of myself. No, I'm not a narcissist. I was just trying to pass time. Don't judge me. 

Thank you, and goodnight. 

Are we Done? I Want to Play.

This is what it's like in COMM 140 sometimes. Heidi and I have three classes together. Bless her. D&C is amazing, and blows my mind every time. Mass Media is fun, but sometimes, mostly on Fridays, I feel like this. "Are we done yet? I want to play." That is what this face says. Are we done? I want to play. Don't get me wrong. I love my classes, but Fridays are hard. Fridays I'm in love, and I don't want to have to sit in a classroom all day. So we'll keep on keepin' on; we'll endure to the end. Pray for us. Thank you, and goodnight. 

Dillema of My Heart

Okay, so I'm sitting in my English 311 class right now, the thoughts of failure swirling around in my skull. Not the best way to start the day, but that's okay- I'm not mad. For the life of me, I don't know how I'm going to accomplish everything for this class that is required for an A. I would drop down to a B, but then I have a flash back that goes a little something like this:

I'm back in 6th grade in that wretched little place called Minnesota. Sitting, crying my eyes out, so sad that I was doing so poorly in all of my classes. I was trying to talk to the School Counselor, hoping that he would help a sister out. False. He told me, in my weepy condition, that I would never be an A student. I was more of a B or C student, and that's all I would ever be. Well, Johnny Raincloud, I would love to show you my 4.0 senior year, thank you very much. I'll punch you in the face, and then show you all of the A's on my report card. Jerk.

So this little bit of baggage from my past has caused me to be very hesitant to get a B. (Unless it's Science, then anything goes...) But this is English! I can write! This shouldn't be a problem. I suppose what I am saying is that I am full of pride. I can't get a B in this class... although I just might have to in order to save my sanity. It's the dilemma of my heart right now, and all I have to push me forward is that wretched School Counselor from that wretched town in Minnesota telling me I'll never be awesome. That just might be enough. Thank you, and goodnight.

Saturday's Warrior

Okay, so today I saw for the first time ever, Saturday's Warrior. What the heck. Who made that? 

"Saturday's Warrior is a popular Latter-day Saint musical written by Douglas Stewart and Lex de Azevedo. It was first performed in California in 1973 as a college project. 

"In 1989, Bob Williams made a video version of the musical, keeping it true to the original play, and setting it on a stage as opposed to giving the movie a more naturalistic look. It is among the first popular LDS films to not be made or sponsored by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints or Brigham Young University." 

Thank you, wikipedia. 

Needless to say, this was the worst movie I have ever seen in my life. At least four times, I found myself saying out loud, "False!" This was a rather large misrepresentation. No one promises to marry each other in the Pre-existence. Who wrote that? Oh, right, Douglas Stewart and Lex de Azevedo. Good job guys. I laughed out loud on more than one occasion where it was entirely inappropriate; my bad. By the end of the film I was laughing harder than I have in a long time. Oh snap, Bob Williams. Bless your heart, but what were you thinking? Pretty sure there are no fog machines in the Pre-existence for us to dance around in. Just saying, but nice touch. 

Please bless that I never have to watch that movie ever again. Thank you, and goodnight. 

Go Ahead

So I think that being a Journalist is going to be good for my overall source of knowledge. Already I'm a vault of wonderful facts. Go ahead, ask me anything about the parking in Rexburg. I will give you codes, names, quotes, statistics, bills, regulations, procedures, policies, the works. I can give you statistics for the Residential Parking as well as University Parking. I can tell you how many permits a week are being released, and I can tell you how many lots are on the BYU-Idaho campus. 

Not only does my knowledge encompass parking, but I can tell you about the building sites in Rexburg as well. Do you know which areas are switching from Low Density Residential to High Density Residential? I do, and I can show you on a map. 

I can tell you a lot about the 2016 Olympic bids, and I have a pretty good knowledge about what is happening in Indonesia. Next time you're thinking of a battle of current events, or have any questions about parking, call me. Thank you, and goodnight. 

Please Bless

Right, so last night was a little stressful. You know how there was that big tsunami in Indonesia? Yeah, well part of it also hit the Philippines, not far from where Drew is serving. That induced a little bit of panic, and possibly some tears. It's fine. Missionaries can't die, right? That's against the rules of the Church, right? I know that God can do all things, but it still didn't stop fear and anxiety from gripping my heart. 

Dear Drew, 

Please be safe. Please come home to me, and be alright. Please bless, please bless. 

Love, 

Emmilie

So here's a little hope for Drew. Be safe and keep spreading the gospel. Thank you, and goodnight.