In This Place

This place has made me dehydrated. I wasn't lacking for water in Arizona and I probably drank less there, but Utah has dried me up like a raisin. Not like the ones that are still plump and juicy, but the ones that have been sitting in the box for so long they are eternally stuck together in a big rock-like lump. So as I was searching for something I could guzzle down my parched throat, my roommate turned on some snappy music so loud that her iHome speakers were crackling. It made me think of how great today was. I went to the Mt. Timpanogas temple with my sister and remembered when I was there before. It was the first temple I had ever been to and I got to see every part of it because it was the open house. I love that temple! While I was waiting for my sister to finish her session, a little family came out dressed in their white temple clothes after being sealed together forever. Oh happy day!

This afternoon, Lynnette dropped me off at the Wilkie so I could take that blasted office skills test. The lady was kind enough to let me take it even though they were supposed to be finishing up the testing for the day. I sat down at the computer pretty confident in my office skills. But au contraire! (Is that how it is spelled? You speak French right?) Apparently, one has to be fluent in Microsoft Excel in order to get a secretary job at Brigham Young University. Gee whiz. Oh well. I did not let that ruin my wonderful day. I left the Wilkie, pulled out my iPod and turned on "Till Kingdom Come" by Coldplay and I just went bobbing along my merry way across campus all the way home. I also listened to "Caroline" by Chicago. Great great songs! Check them out. Seriously. Do it.

I don't really know what the point of this blog was....I was really thirsty and Stephie was in the shower so I was bored...so here's a great post! Crazy things happen in this place, but no matter how much complaining I might do about being in this place, I am glad to be in this place. I might even be beginning to like this place.

Mercy!

"It is good for us to be here." -Thomas S. Monson

Record Breaking

I am now an official record-breaker, and I feel pretty special.

Never has anyone anywhere (as far as I know) been asked out by two different bald red-heads in one day.

Lucky lucky me.

Unfortunately, I could only say yes to one, so naturally I went out with the one I like best.

But I am still a record holder.

That is all.

J-Dawg Heaven

I have discovered heaven, and it comes in the form of a hot dog stand.

One word: J-Dawgs.

Not only did I get a FANTASTIC Polish hot dog with some super secret but super awesome sauce and a delectable cup of root beer for only $4, but I found my future husband. He works at the hot dog stand. He took my order, my money, and gave me my cup for root beer with naught but love for me in his eyes. I'm pretty sure he wanted to propose marriage to me on the spot, but there was a line. Next time hot dog man. Next time.

Day One of How Many?

I survived my first day being in Utah. The people are crazy, and everybody is a runner, and no one looks at you when you pass them on the sidewalk. I suppose it would be kind of weird if everyone was chipper and friendly all the time, but is it weird that I expected that from Provo? I guess so. The good news is, everyone in my apartment complex is really nice, I even got help moving all my stuff in. It took ten minutes to pile everything in my room as opposed to the week it took to pack it all.

I applied for some jobs, took a very confusing office skills test, got a really ugly student ID, ran around in the massive library, found a backpack for $15, and got a really small and sort of crappy new phone. It's all been so crazy for me, and I feel absolutely lost and overwhelmed all the time, but it's frightfully boring to blog about. Believe me.

Just know that most of all, I am so grateful that my roommates are Lynnette and Stephenie. I couldn't ask for anything better, and I feel super lucky to have them.

My brother-in-law shared some wise words with me today: "Dear Kelly, work harder."

I guess that's all I really need to do. This place scares me to death and I feel ridiculously inadequate, but with lots of prayer and hard work, I know that everything will be fine.

I hope.

So Long, Farewell

I made a monumental decision this morning. I am getting rid of my blog playlist. I know you're sad. I know you enjoyed my snappy music just as much as I did, but I came to realize a few things:

I get irritable when I'm listening to my blog playlist and I visit another blog and their blog playlist starts playing and the annoying cacophony of my Ella Fitzgerald and their Kris Allen mix together and it about drives me insane. So naturally, I hunt for their playlist to turn it off because I would rather listen to good ol' Ella than Kris Allen any day. I'm tired of the constant battle between my playlist and everyone else's, so I'm choosing to surrender. Besides, I know you probably turn mine off so you can enjoy what's playing on your playlist or your iTunes, just as I do. I know that it's not because we have personal vendettas against each other's playlists, in fact we're fairly confident in each other's good taste in music, but I know it's a constant battle. It is for me at least. So I am giving up my fight and surrendering my playlist. So enjoy the peace and quiet of my blog. But I would advise you to invest in some Ella Fitzgerald. She does the heart good.

Reverse Pyschology

There is absolutely nothing I will miss about the Gila Valley. Not one little thing.

I won't miss Eastern Arizona College. I won't miss the teachers, the administrators, or the students.I won't miss the dirty, chocolate river (it's really a canal) that runs right through campus.

I won't miss seeing Mt. Graham everyday.

I won't miss all the hours I spent at the institute with all the teachers and people that I also will not miss.

I definitely won't miss how the prison workers keep campus so green even in December.

I won't miss the miles and miles of cotton fields.

More than likely, I won't even miss the Gila Valley Temple.

And I don't know anyone who would ever miss these Thatch Nasties. I know I never will.

And most of all, I will not miss this family. Not one little bit.

That's settles it. I am decidedly against missing anything about that wretched place.

"Reverse psychology is an awesome tool, I don't know if you guys know about it, but basically you can make someone think the opposite of what you believe, and that tricks them into doing something stupid. Works like a charm." -Michael Scott (The Office)