The Industry of Student Demise

It's the final countdown! Only a little more than two weeks left until the semester is over, hurrah! I could so use a vacation right now. But this also means we have just over a week until finals which in college terms means the worst torture of your existence begins now. This week I have had four papers due, a portfolio, and a test. Why do I procrastinate? I tell myself every time I do this that I won't do it again, I am now just realizing that promise is so unrealistic I may as well not make it. So, hear I sit on the computer attempting to finish my eight page paper and my Social Work portfolio, both of which are due tomorrow. But, instead of working on that I'm on blogger. This makes no sense. What am I doing? I tell you what it is, it's the industry of student demise. Facebook and Pinterest are in on it too. Sorry, Blogger but you aren't safe for my criticism either. I swear social media was created to cause college students to procrastinate despite all costs. And we are so good at it! I realize I should accept the fault myself but it is so much easier to blame all the websites I sit on that aren't my homework. Darn you facebook. >:[ Why do I love you soooo much!?!?

Turkey, Crazy Midnight Shoppers, and a Brand New Baby!

Happy Thanksgiving! Yea, so, I'm late, get over it. How was your Thanksgiving? Mine was amazing. We had BBQ Cajun turkey, which at first glance may sound not so delicious but I assure you it was very delicious, and that is saying something because I don't like turkey. Then we of course went black Friday shopping, it's only like the second greatest thing about Thanksgiving. I only like going to watch the crazy people, but my "sister" actually buys stuff. This year her big ticket item was a little kitchen set for her one year old daughter, very cute thoughtful gift. Unfortunately, we got to Walmart to find they had 8 total kitchen sets and 14 blood thirsty savages also on the prowl for them. Ick. And even better she thought it would be a great idea to leave me (the least aggressive girl on the planet) to stand there waiting for them. Even more unfortunate, they started cutting the boxes ten minutes early and she wasn't back in time for the craziness. Being the passive-aggressive sweetheart I am when I saw bodies leaping forward with the grace of football players doing ballet and the look of pure survival instinct in their eyes I backed up in fear. I wasn't going to interrupt the pack feeding on their antelope. No way, Jose. Needless to say my poor sister did not get that kitchen set. Sorry Babe, maybe next year? The week did not end on that sour note though! My other "sister" who has looked about ready to pop for the last two weeks had her baby this morning! Yay! We are all very excited and I am especially excited to go home on Friday to see my cute new "nephew." The world is a better place with pretty little babies in it. :)

Hang It Up Grandma

So, by now you should all know (and by all I mean pretty much me and the group of imaginary hummingbirds that fly around my head) that I work at a call center. It's the most wonderful job on the face of the planet not even Disney World itself could be more spectacular! That is if there are rainbow pooping yellow polka dotted lizards flying through the air singing the Gilligan's Island theme song. Oh, you mean there aren't? Well then, that explains why my job stinks. If someone were to ask me what the worst part of my job were, besides the amount of boredom I experience, I would have to say old people. Don't get me wrong I love my Grandmas, but that doesn't mean I have to love yours, and I definitely don't. The conversations I usually have with eighty year old women (or men I am not discriminating) usually goes something like this "Hello?" "Hello." "Hello?" "Heeelllllooooo." "Hello?" "Hello!" "Heeeeellllooooo....???" "Heeeeeelllllllllooooooooo....!!!!!" "Ugh" *Click* Holy frustration. I'm sorry what is the point of owning a telephone if you are deaf? I mean you can't hear what anyone is saying on the other end....I thought that's what the point of a telephone was. They don't let blind people drive, so why then why do they let old people who can't hear have telephones? Apparently killing someone on the street is more important a consideration than the annoyance that call center agents have to experience. Okay, maybe it actually is, but still this is a serious issue people! If you can't hear what's going on inside the phone it's time to hang it up Grandma. (Except in cases of emergency where the use of a telephone is acceptable (I am not responsible for any elderly related accidents associated with this post (read at your own discretion))).

The Jane Austen Plague

There are two types of people in the world. Those that watch Jane Austen movies and those that don't. To add to the amazement you are now experiencing because yes, people do watch Jane Austen, they actually enjoy it as well! I know it surprised me at first too. I just don't understand it. One- you barely understand what anyone in the movie is talking about, I really don't think anyone actually talked like that I mean come on people get real. Two- It is the epitome of boring. I swear some old British dude was sitting in a rocking chair being bugged by his wife while he read the newspaper and was finally like okay, I know what will shut her up, let's make this book into a movie. Ya know, because the book wasn't terrible enough we need two ways to enjoy the torture. Ugh. The part that bugs me the most? They've seen this movie a dozen times and yet it takes presidence over having a conversation with me. Sigh. I guess it's one of those things I have to live with. Kind of like my roommate's snoring, and the other one's slurping (she literally slurps everything, and I mean everything). Small things that make for a very annoyed Felicia, but that is okay. I think. Hopefully. I need to learn to live with the annoyances that make a person who they are, otherwise how am I ever going to learn to live with a husband. ;)

A Great Letter from a Great Boy

So, I'm sort of kind of (not willing to admit) that I'm waiting for a missionary. Whew. Now that that's out in the open, I got a letter from him today! Yay! He is doing fabulous, by the way in case you were wondering, you probably weren't but I thought I'd say so anyways. Anyways, the point of this post is to tell you about the funny thought I had while reading said letter. So, the thing about my handsome young man is that he is the cheesiest, most romantic, gag with me a spoon kinda guy. Which is very endearing and sweet and makes me feel very loved, but I just am not. And that doesn't go to show that I don't love him or appreciate him, because I definitely do. I just can not muster it up out of myself to be that. In this weeks letter as he was discussing how cheesy he was being he happened to compare himself in a very interesting way to something I would never in a million years use to describe him, a fifteen year old girl. If you are a man reading this 1. Stop, why are you reading this? You should hand in your man card just for being on Blogger. 2. NEVER compare yourself to a girl, let alone a fifteen year old one, they are the worst kind. It made me laugh, hard. Which his letters do almost every week, it's one of the things I love about him-he's funny. :) But because of the laughter Kaitlin had to ask me what was so funny, and when I told her the response was "well then what does that make you?." As I pondered this question for a whole 5 seconds (because really that is the longest I can ponder just about anything) I came across a very disturbing answer. If he is comparing himself to a fifteen year old girl, that makes me a lesbian pedophile. Oh my!! So, conclusion? Never again will he ever ever be allowed to use that comparison. Not just for his sake, but mine as well.
                       

Mawwiage!

My best friend in the whole wide world is getting married in February, and while I always thought I would be the first to get married of the two of us (seeing as I have the most adorable man on the planet coming home in less than a year now (so excited to be able to say that)) I am soooo excited for her! Just today her wonderful fiance, whom I have yet to meet, asked me for advice on how to propose. No, she is not technically engaged yet. Yes, she has picked a date. Oh, women, aren't we so fun? ;) It's alright at least her man is home and her wedding date is near by. By the time my sweetheart comes home I think I might have my entire wedding planned out, seeing as that's how I celebrated his one year anniversary of being gone haha. But, back to best friend. Of course, I am the maid of honor. She is getting married in the Manti temple. Which is pretty far away, to be honest I am not looking forward to that drive, but alas I will make it simply because of my love for her. I am very happy, but I can't help but feel a little sad that my best friend is going to be stolen from me. While she and I will still remain as close as ever I have to realize that when she is feeling down or has a problem it is him she is more likely to turn to. Which is how it should be. But it's kind of a little sad ya know? Haha I am the most selfish best friend ever, doesn't it rock? Gotta love it! So excited for you bestie!