Random Happenstances

I have a story to tell.

Once upon a time, I was in my Tuesday night class, Psychology of Performance. Halfway through class (it's a two hour class), my professor said that he was dismissing the class for twenty minutes. We were to go perform for three random people in this time (I did not hear the part about three people, so I only performed for one person). When leaving the classroom, I decided to wander over to the Cougareat in the Wilk, and just serenade some poor unsuspecting soul eating his dinner. As I entered the Cougareat, I looked around for someone to sing to. A nice-looking boy smiled at me, so I walked over to him and explained my assignment. For some reason, I had decided to sing "I Am a Child of God" instead of messing around, so I had a rather large group of people staring at me by the time I finally finished. The boy complimented me, introduced himself, and told me he'd like to run into me again. Well, it was about time for me to be getting back to class. I said goodbye, and walked back to the HFAC, wondering if anything would ever come out of that random meeting.
A few days later, I decided to look him up on facebook, just to see if I could find him. There he was, the first result. I don't know what possessed me to click the button, but I added him as a friend. Nothing really happened for a few days, he accepted, and life went on. A little while later, I figured that I should probably tell him who I was, in case he didn't remember. I don't know if he remembered, but he replied and again said that he'd like to meet me again. One thing led to another, and this Tuesday at 2, I'm meeting him for lunch.

The end.

or is it the beginning?

I wouldn't have a problem with this, except for two things: I like someone else, and my mother and sister are trying to get me to move on and like the guy in the aforesaid story. Which makes me angry, since they are judging he who I already like without even knowing him. I should never have told them the story. Or anything. However, life goes on.
Life is good.
And happiness comes to those who wait...and read their scriptures and pray.

I want one.

Wanna know a secret?

For the first time in my life, I want an Apple product.

I really, really want an ipad.

judge me.

2009 --- 2010

It's a new year. It's almost the end of the first month of the new year. The second decade of the 21st century is finally here. I'll be 20 in exactly two weeks. And what's going on in my life? Pretty much the same thing as a year ago. However, I am infinitely happier. Isn't it weird how little things can change everything? I read my scriptures every day, I pray often, I wake up and decide to be happy. When I look back at my days and weeks since the year began, I see the happiest three weeks of my life. I have plenty to keep me down, like the fact that my grades were terrible this last year so I have to work really hard this semester, or my enduring "single" status. No, I find joy in my wonderful classes like math and psychology of performance, which challenges me every week. I had to go perform for a random person, so I sang "I Am a Child of God" for a random guy in the Cougareat. It was a good experience. This year has been good. One thing could make it better, but it's not looking like it's going to happen, so I'll live.
I guess I should evaluate 2009. And the decade. I'll start with the decade.
When this decade, century, and millennium began, I was 9 years old. I turned 10 two months later in Austin, Texas. I moved...five times this decade. Henderson, Eppstein, Marietta, Parker, Provo. I finished elementary school, middle school, and high school, and my first 60 credits of college. I fell in love, broke some hearts, then had my own broken. Moved right before my senior year. Learned and grew more than I will in any future decade. Made many, many mistakes, but learned a lot from them. I discovered who I was, and this decade, I'm working on improving and applying what I learned.
2009 was a terrible year. It was. I started with vomit, and ended alone. Again. I slacked in school, I made lots of bad decisions. Basically...the worst year ever. However, I'm not letting that ruin my new year. This year is going to be great. All I want to be is a better person, and to focus on others more than on myself. Love is what matters.

A year ago, I wrote about what I learned my first semester at BYU. It's my first blog entry. I'll comment briefly on how I've applied what I've learned...

1. Well, I learned that I had some health issues that caused my nausea...so yeah. I learned from that.
2. I'm still not taking classes very early. 12:00, every day. I do get up around 8 or 9 every day though.
3. Last semester, I still didn't do my homework. I do it this semester though. I'm trying to work hard.
4. As for studying...I've tried. I'm just so bad at it...
5. Dating at BYU? I went out with someone a couple times last winter semester, and went on a precious few dates last semester. No one's really asked me out though. None of my roommates really date. Darn BYU.
6. Professors...they do care. I need to care.
7. The depressing thing is again related to my health issues. I hope I've been better about that.
8. DVD region thing isn't a big deal. I've just been getting my german movies in english.
9. Money...I've been trying to be better about that. A lack of a job is making it difficult though...
10. Making friends. I try. I'm just not very good at it.

Life goes on. Grow and learn.