March 11, 2012

First of all, I have to mention that I think this blog is cursed, or perhaps I'm the one that's cursed. The moment I mention a habit or something I've been doing, it seems to fall all apart. For example, my late night workout sessions. I did that for two straight weeks and then I wrote about it. I haven't done it since. The latest victim of the curse has been my attendance. I feel completely ridiculous because just last week I was boasting about how I had not missed a single class this semester. I was so proud of myself. This week I missed D&C on Wednesday and Chemistry on Thursday. It's not too horrible, I know. Thankfully the chemistry day happened to just be a review day.

I'm starting to realize that I'm not as young as I used to be. Now I'm sounding like an old fart but really, it's true and I don't regret saying it. I pulled an all nighter last Sunday/Monday. In a normal semester, I would have probably already had a couple sleepless nights just because I procrastinate and/or am most productive late at night. In fact, I've even prided myself on the fact that I can go longer than 24 hours without sleep, my record is about 78 hours. I'm not sure, I think I lost track after 72 but that's not the point. I used to be able to do these things. I used to be able to go to class, function at least semi normally after spending all night on hw, or reading a book, or working on art. Not anymore. I have decided that all nighters have to go on my Murtaugh list. I about died, in seven different ways. The moment I got home from classes, I collapsed and fell asleep. I did not wake up until eight hours later.

I've made a pact with myself now to no longer do this. No matter what, even if I have hw still to do, I have to sleep at least a little. I started this by going to sleep before midnight on Thursday night. It was amazing! I woke up on my own at 7:30am and there were birds singing! Literally, birds were chirping outside my window. Yeah, I bet you thought that was just in stories too but no, apparently it really happens. I guess since I'm not a morning person and I'm usually in too big of a rush to actually hear it. That or I'm waking up at 2pm and by then all the birds have shoved off.

Friday was a very good day. I woke up at 7:30 and with that, had time to make myself french toast. French toast. That's right, home made french toast with my home made bread that I had made the day before. I had made more challah bread because I'm addicted to the stuff. I've now made four loaves of the stuff over the course of the semester and each time I make it, we devour it even faster. The last one didn't even make it 24 hours. I'm getting better and braiding it as well. I may not be able to braid hair but dang can I braid dough. Just look at that beauty! (It was eaten too fast for me to remember to take a photo of it after it baked but I guess I've already posted pictures of it on here before)

So it has come to my attention that I go through a lot of eggs, flour and sugar. I blame the bread. It's ridiculous though. If I were not a college student and had a place to put things, I would definitely start buying stuff in bulk.

I also made another key lime pie this week. I think I'm just bound and determined to make it until I start liking it. This recipe was definitely better than my last one but I found an even better recipe I think just yesterday so I'll probably be making another. I don't know who's going to eat the pie though. Probably me. I'm the kind of person who will eat pie just because it's pie even though they don't even like it. Oh life is just so hard sometimes...

Another good thing about Friday was registration! I got to sign up for next semesters classes and I got into everything that I wanted to get into.

Chem 106
Bio 180
World Religions
Business 101

Depending on how busy I feel, I might take an economy class as well. If you haven't guessed, I finally made a decision on my minor. Business. Now everyone gives me weird looks about that but you know what, I honestly don't care. I want to have some business experience because a small part of me will never give up my wild fantasies of owning a cafe with my friend Kat. It's odd because she and I are actually talking about it a lot, in very serious ways. I know how silly it seems to my parents and everyone else but I'm tired of not doing things I want to do because of that. I've had a lot of dreams over the course of my twenty years and I think anyone who laughs at me for reaching out towards at least one of them can take a long walk off a short cliff.

I'm really quite excited for the World Religions class. It's a shame that BYUI only has one class dedicated to religions other than mormonism. Unless you count the humanities classes and yes, they glaze over things but it's still not the same. Hopefully this will give me the break I need and also be really interesting. I've always been interested in other faiths because some really are just so beautiful and different and to think that we all live in the same universe, I love it. Hopefully the teacher teaches it in an unbiased way though. I do worry about that a lot.

The 10th was Sabrina's birthday! Her parents came to visit since Montana is really only a few hours away. With them, they brought Sabrina's dog, Sophie to stay with us over the weekend. She's adorable and was really well tempered (meaning she didn't bark too much to have anyone report us). Danielle just went crazy over her. She's much more a dog person than I am. I did however snap a quick picture with me and Sophie.


For Sabrina's birthday, we had a cocktail party. I was bad and ended up buying myself a new dress and shoes and such for it because I needed a nice spring dress anyway. (The weather the past few days has been absolutely gorgeous but that's supposed to end tonight with snow). The cocktail party was great. We had margaritas, mohitos and appletinis. I was able to put my bartending experience to work while we also had chocolate fondue. It was a lot of fun when we were all dressed up and feeling fancy. We played some games and watched Midnight in Paris. I have to say, that movie is in my top ten. This wasn't the first time I've ever seen it, but it pretty much is the story of my life. It makes me miss Paris a lot. I just watch it, pointing at every scene and saying 'I've been there!' and 'I've been there!'. The cinematography is just beautiful, every shot is just beautiful. The actors? Spot on. I don't care that Woody Allen is crazy and married his wife's adopted daughter, he directed one heck of a beautiful film.

Today, I applied again to the Disney College Program. They changed the the application process this year so I didn't have to answer the 'do you smile 24/7' question again and there was no 'Sorry, you're not the Disney personality that we're looking for'. Perhaps this year I'll get in? This is kind of another option to my life plan at the moment. Considering I feel like I'm sitting at a crossroad, seeing a million different little pathways that I could take, I have no idea how everything is going to turn out. I'm trying to keep one figure in every pie so that no matter what, I'll have somewhere to land my feet at. I don't want last autumn happening ever again.

So apparently this whole daylight savings time thing is a big deal to the world so I had to lose an hour of sleep. I don't appreciate that much, it's already messing with my new pacts I made about sleep. See? It's the curse. The curse of the Pumpkin Blog.