Sometimes I Wonder...

This is where I used to live.
Layton, Utah.
I lived in this house for 11 years of my life.
These were the years I remember.

Then we moved here.
Tucson, Arizona.
Moving turned my world upside down. I was sure my life was over.
I had what I thought was the perfect life. I had my friends, my school, everything.

As time went on though, I found my place. My heart changed.

Now this is my home.
Logan, Utah.
I often wonder what would have happened if I never moved.
Who would I be today? Where would I be?
I would never have had the same opportunities that I got to experience.
I wouldn't know myself as well as I do.
I wouldn't be the same person I am today.
The things I've been through/learned/experienced have changed me.
They have taught me.

Words That Speak

Every once in awhile I'll come across a song with lyrics that really seem to understand me. Usually it's songs I've recently discovered, but every year around this time, Donny Osmond's "The Kid in Me" reminds me of everything I love and how much I never want to grow up.

Today I ran all over Logan because I wanted a Christmas coloring book. I was not going to give up until I found one! I ended up at Walgreen's and found not just one, but FOUR coloring books for only 50 cents each!! Mickey Mouse, Sesame Street, Peanuts and CARS!! I'm set!

Everything about the Christmas season gets me excited. I love twinkling Christmas lights and happy Christmas music. (Yes, I listen to it before Thanksgiving) I love the spirit and service of the season. I love the food and the family. I love finally being able to go home for awhile. I love snow. I love Christmas cookies.

I love the sights, the smells, the sounds and the tastes of the holiday season.

It's funny how Christmas brings out the kid in me.

Bragging Moment

So this week I started writing for The Statesman, our campus newspaper.
I got my first assignment on Tuesday to cover the speech to be given Thursday by the Rwandan Ambassador.
I was told it would run on Friday. (That's today.)
I went to the speech, loved it, wrote what I felt like was a great story.
This morning, I look at a copy of the paper, and there, on the front page, above the fold, is my story. MY STORY! This was my very first one and I was definitely not expecting that!! Needless to say, I freaked out a little bit.
So here you go, for those of you who are not at Utah State, here's the online version of our paper if you're interested in reading it.

No Title Necessary

Today was just a good day! Here's why:
*got to sleep in because it was Friday
*picked up my sideline pass for the football game tomorrow
*only went to one class
*SAA scholarship luncheon
*Statesman (our school paper) "interview" (I'm now writing for the school paper!)
*button making with Lee Cannon
*found out I got and 87% on a test I most definitely did not feel ready for
*rolling with the Spectrum on Wheels
*beating Weber State 66-60 for the first real game of the season
*dance party in the Weber State parking lot
*finding things to make fun of Jenni about
*meeting fellow (attractive male) Aggies at Wendy's
*toll roads, "cities," Reese's Pieces
*laughing hysterically the whole way back to Logan
*having a great night with my Aggies and three of the greatest girls ever!!

Good Day :)

More than anything else, I hate being not good at something. I can handle mediocre on occasion, but being below that is not ok with me.
More than that though, I love being good at something, especially if someone notices it and tells me.
Today in my newswriting class we were working on a story. My professor was standing behind me, reading over my shoulder.
I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around to him. He says "you're really good at this, you know that?" No, I didn't know that. I knew I love it, but I had my doubts at my talent of it.
At the end of class, he told me I should look into working for The Statesman, our campus newspaper.
Thank you, Jay Wamsley, for making my day. Thank you for the confidence you gave me. Thank you for giving me another assurance that I'm finally doing what I need to be doing.

'tis the season

yes, it's here. Christmas is coming... and that means

movies...

I see movies to escape reality.
That's why I'm not so sure if I liked this movie or not.
I want to see happily ever after.
Even if I know it's not like that in real life.
That's why I enjoy movies.
That's why I'm not sure if I liked (500)Days of Summer...