Bailing to Backpack

I was seriously considering bailing on college. Who needs a higher level of education anyway? I hear that the tree-cutters in Alaska, even without high school diplomas, are doing pretty well. I walked around campus, huffing and puffing, searching for my classes. Wouldn't it be so much simpler to just say "no"? I could just sit on my parent's couch for the rest of my life, eating potato chips and watching "Pretty Little Liars". No need to meet new people, learn new things. No need to get up early in the morning and catch the shuttle or trek to campus. No need.

But then I got a new backpack. It's pretty, but not in a super girly way. I refused to get a girly backpack. I wanted a backpack that looked good... but not super masculine. I got it in ice blue. I have a major weakness for school supplies. Going back to school is worth it to buy some notebooks and a spanking new pack of ballpoint pens. I love it. So, this new backpack fits into my school supply obsession. So how could I possibly give up on college when I have this wonderful new school accessory? It just wouldn't be right.

So folks, I'm going to college. Thank you dearest Osprey backpack for saving my college education, and quite possibly, my life.

What Is Love?

The famous question, "what is love?" is extremely hard to answer. I don't know if I've ever felt it truly, but I found the most beautiful descriptions. This is one of the purest sentiments of love I've ever seen:

"It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff, now; so he shall never know how I love him; and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."

This excerpt from Wuthering Heights along with the following Shakespearean sonnet serve as a pretty darn good summation of what I believe love is.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! It is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's no Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Yes... this is my inner English nerd coming out.

Hobbies. What?

As I was filling out a form for the bishop of my new ward in Provo... I realized I have no hobbies. How sad is that? Doesn't everyone have hobbies? I asked my parents for some hobby examples; fixing cars and gardening. The only thing I know about cars is that they need gas before the orange needle points at the big E and that the more horse-power, the better. Gardening? I tried that once. Things didn't bode so well for the pansies I planted. It's pretty safe to say that I lack a green thumb. Some other famous hobbies I have heard of are things down the alley of "stamp collecting". I have to admit that I do see more stamps than the average teenager, but most definitely not because I collect them. I throw those stamps onto envelopes addressed "Elder" so fast, no one could ever mistake me for a collector. Scrapbooking. Isn't that considered a hobby? I like cutesy paper and pictures, but when it comes to writing in a swirly font, forget about it. My handwriting is comparable to chicken scratch (side note: The most awful thing I write is my name. The "ff" gets me every time). My dad did happen to mention photography in his very limited list of examples. What are the odds that there had been a photography box under "Interests/Skills" earlier on in the form? Since I had already checked the boxes relating to any kind of hobby-type activity I participate in, I left that section blank. BLANK. I have no real hobbies.

Which is Better?

Is it better to, in life, seize every moment and every opportunity, even when being hurt or disappointed eventually is imminent? Or is it better to just seize only the moments that will bring you the most happiness in the long run? Is it really better to just smile that it happened and suck up the fact that you are hurting now because it happened, like all the quotes say? It is hard for me to say that having a few good times can balance out all the bad times that follow. Is it wrong for me to say that it could be better to have only some good times and less hurt? But on the other hand, I guess life is for taking advantage of every good thing that comes your way. Maybe all the good times help you through the bad times. Maybe the good times protect your heart from too much hurt. So.. I guess what I'm saying is that I think it's better to live your life to the fullest, no matter the hurt and sadness that may come (but always live with good moral principles, of course).

Any Takers?

I need to do a photoshoot ASAP. I have some photography stuff that I have yet to use... help a sister out? PLEASE? I have lots of ideas and I feel like my head is going to explode. Check out my photography tab... I have put up a few of the pictures I have taken. Take a minute and think about it... and then say "yes". You would be doing me the most gigantic favor ever!

Tiny Miracles

Have you ever thought about how many things in your day go right? Even when it feels like the world is against you and everything is falling apart... there are still thousands of tiny miracles keeping you sane. 

Think of it this way: 

Sure, you woke up late... but you still caught the bus. Didn't catch the bus and got to school late? At least you got to school. Didn't even get to school? At least you got some exercise. Didn't even leave the house? At least you have a house. Don't have a house? At least you're alive.

Sure, it's raining and you forgot an umbrella because the weatherman said it was going to be sunny... but you still have a pocket to keep your phone dry. Don't have a pocket? At least you didn't drop your phone in a puddle. Dropped your phone in a puddle? At least it didn't get run over by a car. Phone get run over by a car? At least you didn't get run over by a car. Did you get run over? At least you're alive (assumption).

So now that we've established the fact that even having a bad day can be a miracle... can you imagine the amazing-ness of an awesome day? It blows my mind at how many things align to make it that way. And... (drum roll please)... can you comprehend the miracle alignment needed to meet the person meant for you? The person that completes you? That's insane planning from the Heavens above, because I refuse to believe that you can just "bump" into your true love on the subway one day when there are 7 billion people on the planet. I just don't believe in coincidence. 

We are so blessed to have the tender mercies of the Lord. Even if every single day went horribly wrong, and every single thing imaginable went awry, you're still alive (again, I'm making that assumption). Isn't that the coolest miracle ever? There is no way that we just grew here on earth because the living conditions were prime... we were placed here, and we most definitely weren't abandoned here. We have a Father in Heaven who loves us, and he sends us tiny miracles every day to let us know how much (even if it feels like the only good thing of the day is that we are alive... and sometimes that doesn't even feel like a good thing. It is). 

Blue Suede Shoes

Last night I went and saw "All Shook Up" at CPT. I loved it! Partially because I had been in the show before and it was one of my very favorites, but also because they just outright did a great job (also my BFF Hayden Call was in it). It was tough to sit through for the first half because I had wanted to audition so badly, but I stuck it out and I loved every single minute. Sure, it's a super cheesy show and some of the blocking was awkward... but that's alright!
It's a show about finding the person that completes you and makes you, you. About finding the music inside yourself and achieving your own happiness. It doesn't hurt that it's all Elvis music, am I right? It also doesn't hurt that Chad wears a leather jacket. I quite appreciate a man who can pull off a black leather jacket.
I, pathetically enough, am a hopeless romantic. Bleh. After watching every TV relationship not go anywhere, it was good to see people actually end up together. Yes, I do find comfort in watching fake relationships work out.
*Shout out to Jane By Design fans (which is the root of most of my bitterness)... Eli=D-bag and Billy=Idiot* That just needed to be said.
True, "All Shook Up" is entirely unrealistic as it all happens in one day and... how many couples are there at the end? five (three end up married, one couple is too young for marriage and the other (the main couple, which should be the only one getting married if any were to get married at all) decides to just ride off into the sunset... that part is a little whack in my opinion).
Despite a flawed plot, I just adore the show. The music seriously makes me want to just dance uncontrollably. I guess that's why I love theater.

P.S. Don't Step on my Blue Suede Shoes.