Oops I did it again

I accidentally dropped my school id card into the toilet today. I didn't know what to do, so I flushed it. And then I laughed. I really wanted to tell all the random people I passed, but I my better self thought it wouldn't be proper.

Things lost to toilets: headphones, id card. Hopefully this list won't grow anymore.

Jelly Beans

Today I brought a small zip-lock bag full of Jelly Bellys to school for a distraction in case I accidentally fall start nodding of in class. Usually when I eat them, I just grab a few, pop them into my mouth, and chew. But for some reason today I took my time, and ate them slowly one at a time.

These happened to be magic beans.

As I ate them time slowed down. I could enjoyed each Jelly Bean's individual distinct flavor, and the distinct memory attached to the flavor. Or the feeling. Or color. Do colors have taste? Or do tastes have colors?

Perhaps these beans turned out to have a magical philosophical flavor because I ate them right after my english class in which we talked about different ways to record our experiences, and different lenses with which we can view the world. We talked about how things aren't real, until they are communicated. In some instances the transcribing of experiences, or thoughts is in where they gain their value. But other things are lost in the translation. We can choose to view the world from different perspectives. As an artist, adventurer, civilian, ecologist, you name it. Each role would see and experience different things. There are also different meanings found it the different modes of transcribing our thoughts. There is a difference between oral, written, typed, or photographed expressions. Each will show a different perspective, and therefore create a different reality for the doer.

I'm grateful for the effect of the magic beans, that slowed time and helped me to create a moment to stop and smell the whatever.

C's

I added it up today, the estimated amount of time it will take to do all my homework is more time than exists. And I'm somehow ok with this. C's get degrees by golly.

I wanna go to grad school so bad!!! Cause I wanna be a librarian of course. I could graduate in June, or December. Do minors really matter? I'm debating whether or not to get a minor in editing, or to just not minor in anything and move on with life. Questions questions.

I sold Bertrand (my car!) ! Two weeks ago actually. He went fast because he had such a great body. A very nice girl bought him and I know she will love him and drive him everyday. The best news of all is that I haven't missed having a car even once. Ok, I did once, but that was just because I needed to go the pharmacy. I had forgotten how much I love walking. It gives you time to think, it gives you time to notice the leaves changing colors, and it gives you a reason not to feel as guilty for not going to the gym for the day.

This really happened.

A few days ago, I was sitting in the Library with my friend Brittany. We were at a table, facing some armchairs. In those chairs opposite us there was a guy and a girl that I assumed were dating. I paid little attention to them. As they got up to leave, the girl stopped and complimented me on my sandals, asking where I got them and stuff. Small talk. Meanwhile, the guy stands up and interrupts. He explains that said girl is actually his side-kick. He sends her into situations to break the ice, so he then can come and ask cute girls out. He then proceeded to ask me out for this weekend. Well, I've heard about crazing things like this happening, but I didn't believe they actually did. Something to ponder I suppose...

Niceness

I was sitting outside today between classes eating an apple before I went into the library. I was totally zoned out thinking about who knows what. Out of the blue there was a gentleman standing in front of me asking if he could share my bench while he ate his sandwich. His name was Dan. He impressed me very much, just with his courage at coming and sitting by a random girl and striking up a conversation.

Mary Stewart Living

Today I feel like a homemaker. I went grocery shopping, and pretty much only got raw vegetables. I also got a giant bag of chicken. I really wanted to get the kind that was pre-grilled, and pre-sliced. But it was $7.00 for 1 lb. So I got the regular kind and got creative. This is where I really felt like a mom or something- I grilled the giant bag tonight on a George Foreman, and sliced it, and re-froze it. I also bought a real live plant today. I'm not sure what kind it is, but it is an inside plant. This plant's purpose is to serve as a test to see if I can have babies someday. If I can keep a plant alive, then someday, I can probably try to keep a baby alive. The plant's name is Jessica.

This semester I really lucked out. All my roommates are super clean and tidy. We have NO clutter! Yippee! and there are at least two other people who love clorox wipes as much as I do. This could be a good thing... or a bad thing really. A bad thing only because it feeds my slight obsessive compulsive disorder. Only slightly.

I don't want to be misleading at all, grilling chicken was really the pinnacle of my homemaking shenanigans. For the two whole weeks I've been in Provo I've had the same thing to eat every day. Cereal for breakfast, PB&J for dinner, and a quesedilla for dinner. I'm going to work on the whole balanced diet thing.

School, school. I love school. I want to go to school forever. Not really forever. Just for a really long time.

Bertrand

I'm selling Bertrand. He's 8 years old, but not childish in the least. He and I have spent a lot of time together, singing, dancing, eating, driving, seeing the world. The Western US that is. Bertrand will always be in my heart, no matter what "they" say. I just hope that someone who will respect him, and take care of him will be the purchaser.