Too much sugar

So Rachelle is my fabulous roommate. Rachelle and Michelle, it just works :) We make awesome roommates basically because we're both awesome. We have just decided that we're going to quit life. It was just going to be school, but now it's life in general. Really, who wants to be a teacher and a speech pathologist? Obviously not us. Amid the stress of writing lesson plans and Human Physiology, we have come to the conclusion that the only option is to quite life. Who else is with us?


We've decided to escape to our Island. Our Island used to be a place we'd visit when we were stressed with boys, because of course no boys are allowed. On our Island it's always the perfect temerature, it rains lightly whenever you want it to, and the Pineapple is plentiful. We've now decided our Island is the perfect place to escape from life in general, as well as boys. Afterall, neither of us have awesome boy situations, this will actually be ideal :) Any other awesome girls are welcome to come with us.

I'm currently avoiding studying for Physiology . . . . I'm seriously so bad at studying. I never learned how to study in high school because it was so easy for me. I went to class, took notes, and then looked them over right before the test and always did fine. College was sometimes a rude awakening, especially in classes like Physiology. So now I'm blogging and eating an apple, both very productive things. . . . It's a Pink Lady, which is my most favorite apple ever. Seriously, you will never go back to a Golden Delicious or Fuji . When I took the stem off my apple I got G - apparently my FEC's name is going to start with G . . . Gerald, Grant, Gary, Garth, Garret, what other G names are there? Hmmmm, I obviously haven't met this person yet. I'm sure I've twisted quite a few stems off my apple and gotten many different letters. The question is, which one will it really be? The first? The last? Some random one in the middle?


Wow, I think all the suger I had today is really getting to me. I'm pretty sure I hate 1/2 a bag of hugs (they're so addicting and delicious), and my entire dinner was crap, but it was delicious. Kathy and I had pancakes with peanut butter, syrup, chocolate syrup, and bananas. It was amazingly delicious, but not the most healthy thing ever . . . We also ate Mark's Minion cake tonight, so needless to say I've had way too much suger, and it's a little obvious . . . .

So besides working and avoiding studying, I have done something slightly productive, I learned the chords for 'The Only Exception' by Paramore. I don't really listen to them, but I LOVE this song. It's actually super easy to play and sing, which is awesome. My guitar is definitely coming to the Island with me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J7JWUhls&ob=av2el

Anyway, I really should get to bed, I have class from 8:30 to 5:30 tomorrow . . . gross!
Goodnight!

~Michelle~

As of Late . . .

This past week has been super eventful, and tons of fun. A week ago Saturday we went and played Sardines in the Fine Arts Building. EPIC is the only way to describe it :) When Rachelle as it she hid in this super creepy shower in the theater department. It totally looks like one of those showers for a horror movie.
Last Monday we went to my house my house and shot trap. I only missed one, and was quite proud of myself :) We also went swing dancing, which was way fun.

Todd decided it was a good idea to turn our entire apartment upside down . . .

Wednesday we had a 'Girl's night' and did our nails and other such girly things

Thursday we were trying to figure out something exciting to do, and somehow we decided to jump into First Dam . . . . at 10:30 at night, in the middle of January. There was ice on the edge of the water, which was definitely comforting ;) I was super excited until we actually got onto the dock, and then I kinda freaked out, as evidenced below :)

Friday we went to the Institute activity and then played Sardines again. Saturday was definitly an interesting day. I went out to my house around three to do laundry and help Steph make Mark's 1/2 birthday cake. Everyone else was coming out around 6 to have pizza and make fried icecream. However, right as they were driving up to the house, the power went out. Our power NEVER goes out. It was exciting for a little bit, until it was out for 3 1/2 hours. So, we had a cake in the oven, couldn't bake our pizzas, and our icecream wasn't getting hard enough to fry. We actually had a ton of fun though. We were starving, but we were determined to eat our pizza. We played Ticket to Ride in the dark, and just hung out. Why was the power our for so long you may ask? Apparently our telephone pole was on fire!! I have no idea how that happened, but someone called saying our pole was on fire, and the power company went and put of the fire. We finally got power around 9:30, and we were able to eat our pizza. It was definitely worth the wait. Since we weren't able to do the ice cream, we came back out to my house Sunday afternoon. After church (which was super good, my ward is absolutely amazing), I went home to finish Mark's cake with Steph. It turned out pretty freaking awesome, I must say. The best one we've done by far. We also were able to finish our fried icecream, which was awesome. A lot of work, but fun every once in a while. Who wouldn't want a Minion cake?

Tonight for FHE we were combined with another family from our ward and we met at the Stake Presiden'ts home. The lesson was AMAZING. Rachel and Mark did such a good job on it. The spirit in the room was so awesome. There are seriously the strongest, most incredible, spiritual people I know in my ward. Our lesson was on building your relationships with others. I can't even describe the feeling that was there. It related a lot to the discussion we had last night with Parker, who's Rachelle and Heidi's hometeacher. He came over last night and asked all of us to stay for the lesson. Lesson's like last night's and tonight's help me to put things in perspective, and remember what matters most in life. At times I seem to lose focus of what's really important in life. As long as I put God first and trust in him, everything will work out how it's supposed to, even if I can't see it now.

Song of the Day:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LhHPiAPakYw

So, this blog has taken much longer to write than I though because I've been having a comment war with my roommmates and Mark on fb. It's quite entertaining, I must say. Somehow we got from my love for Rachel to olives . . .

Anway, I have Physiology in the morning (yuck) and I really should go to bed at a decent hour, so farewell whoever may read this :)

~Michelle~

Working on trust and patience

Today I had an interesting morning. I have Human Physiology at 9, so I set my alarm for 7. I woke up, turned it off and though, "I'll lay here for just a minute." Bad idea! Next thing I know it's 8:2o and I have to leave in 15 minutes. Normally not showering wouldn't be the worst thing ever, but we went swing dancing last night, and I felt so gross! Somehow I made it to class by 8:45, only wearing mascara, brushing my teeth, and getting dressed. It's my goal to get an A in physiology, so there's no way I was going to miss the third day of class. Luckily it's my only class on Tuesdays, so I was able to come home and shower before work. I'm sure it was quite funny to watch me run around getting ready in a panic this morning :)

After work I was going to clean the kitchen, and I found a bunch of stuff our guy friends had left at our apartment. I took them back to their apartment, and ended up watching two episodes of Psych. Not super productive, but very entertaining. I then went to an SI for physiology. Man was that a wake up call! I thought I was understanding everything, but aparently not. Our SI instructor put four questions on the overhead, and I only knew two of them. I guess I need to study . . . . a lot. Why did I save physiology for my last semester? Well shoot!

I swear, Taylor Swift has a song for however I feel about boys. If I hate them, like them, am frustrated with them, she has the ability to put into words exactly how I feel. The lyrics don't always fit perfectly, but some are so true. The song that's been describing my life lately is 'The Story of Us'

'Cause lately I don't even know
what page you're on
Oh, a simple complication
Miscommunications lead to fall out
So many things that I wish you knew
So many walls up I can't break through

Now I'm standing alone
In a crowded room
And we're not speaking
And I'm dying to know
Is it killing you
Like it's killing me?
I don't know what to say
Since the twist of fate
When it all broke down
But the story of us
Looks a lot like a tragedy now

How'd we end up this way?
See me nervously pulling at my clothes
And trying to look busy
Why are we pretending this is nothing?
I'd tell you I miss you
But I don't know how
I've never heard silence
Quite this loud


I really hate how so many of my emotions can depend on one person. Whenever something's not working out I always wonder if it's something I've done wrong . . . . I'm not a flirt, and I've had people tell me that they can't tell when I like someone. Of course my roommates always know, because we talk about it . . . a lot. But I guess I don't flirt like most girls do, and apparently guys can't tell if I'm interested. I've been trying to figure myself out lately. I'm so used to nothing ever working out, that I've come to expect it not to. For some reason, I'm super weird when it comes to a boy knowing I like him. I think I don't flirt a lot, because I worry that they'll think I'm weird for liking them, and then it'll be awkward, even if the guy's shown interest. I think that I'm also scared of getting hurt. I figure if I don't put a lot into it and it doesn't work out, then I won't be as hurt. Because, if I put everything into a relationship and it doesn't work, then it must be me that's the problem. My roommate once told me that you have to take risks to get the greatest rewards, and I know it's true, but I hate taking risks. Even now when there's a boy that I like a lot, I didn't take any risks, and now I don't know where anything stands . . . He treats me different than my roommates, and it drives me crazy. I've tried so hard not to like him, and I haven't made any progress. I really hate having this problem, and I can't fix it. I hate not having control over it . . .

So Sunday night I had my fb status something about being frustrated about something I can't fix. The next day I got a random text from a boy I actually don't really know that well. I know him through my roommate. Last year we were bored at a Secondhand Serenade concert waiting for it to start. We decided to be creepers and text each other's friends we didn't actually know. She gave me the number of one of her high school friends. We had fun creeping him out, and we've texted randomly since then. I met him once this summer when I visited, so I know him a little. He texted me and asked how I was. I replied fine and asked him how he was, thinking it was a bit random. He then told me he wanted me to explain my fb status. While it might seem weird to explain the whole story to a boy I barely know, it actually really meant a lot to me. Here's this boy, who I don't even really know, and he knew I was upset about something, and wanted to make sure everything was okay. It was really sweet, and it made me feel tons better. Even though I don't know him well, I told him the gist of what's been going on. He got one long text message :) I don't know if he was expecting me to actually tell him, but I did, and it felt so good to be able to tell someone who doesn't know anything about it, or anyone involved really. I'm pretty sure his text was one of those little tender mercies, and I'm very greatful for it. It also helped me to see how God can answer people's prayers through other people. I didn't pray for someone to text me, or to even ask how I felt, but I'd prayed to feel better about the situation. My friend didn't fix anything, but he listened, and I felt better. God is so loving and good, and I need to have more trust and faith in him. I know everything's going to work out, I just need to get past the frustration of the moment. No matter how much I want things to work out the way I want, I know that what's right and best for me will happen. Once again, patience.

I'm also greatful for my sister and roommates. I'm sure they're all tired of hearing me go on about things, but they always listen, and I'm greatful for that. Even if the talking doesn't actually solve any of the problems, it helps me feel like I'm not alone in my problems, and that they're not going to explode inside me.

Beginning Blogger

So, I've decided that I should start documenting my life. The Prophet has told us to keep a journal, which is something that I've always been terrible at. I've decided that a blog is a way that I can have a place to document my life, as well as just write to get my feelings out. Hopefully I'll do a better job with this than I have with my journal :)

I was planning on writing a real post on here, but setting this up took a lot longer than I anticipated, and seeing how it's now after one in the morning, I'll save that for later.