It's my life, and I will fight.

The source for the title of this blog is Ryan Shupe and the Rubberband, and their wonderful music that I'm currently listening to. I guess it also kind of fits with the topic for this post.
I changed my major. I am no longer a (pre-) dietetics student, but am instead studying to become a certified-in-the-state-of-Utah Home Economics teacher. The exact name of my major is Family and Consumer Sciences Education (FACS Ed) in the school of family life at BYU. I changed my major because I lost the fire for nutrition. I believe that I used to have it- I loved the idea of helping people in hospitals figure out their life with new health restrictions. Being able to have a hand in helping them make their diets healthy with my knowledge of nutrition would have been wonderful. However, I found that the process of getting there was much more tedious than I am able to bear, especially when there's something I would rather do. I hate reading for and being in my nutrition classes, and I could never really see myself being confident in my half-knowledge of nutrition enough to tell someone how to eat. Another evidence of how nutrition is not for me: every time I've tried typing out nutrition, I typed nutrtion. If you truly love something, typing the name should come easily. See- home ec teaching. Easy.
The real reason I changed to FACS Ed is because I thought about what I love doing. My ideal day would be sewing a blanket or cooking or crocheting or teaching children... Ok, so not the last one, but I do love kids and I think I would like teaching. The classes look wonderful, too! I almost feel bad for taking some of them- they're the fun classes that I've always wanted to take, but have had to take the boring, required classes instead. And with my spanish minor, I could even teach spanish if I wanted to. Or teach home ec in spanish. The possibilities are endless... well, there are two anyway.

Time for a change

You may have noticed, but I changed the layout and colors... and everything basically. So, let me know what you think.

Lost, not found

Recently I've been feeling more scatterbrained than usual. That sentence may mean more to some than others, but for me, to be more scatterbrained than normal, means that my level of scatterbrainededness is reaching a population high. Meaning, I was already higher than most people, but now I'm lucky that I haven't forgotten where I live and lost my shoes behind a dumpster. I lost my cell phone last night. Yeah, that's right, it's the replacement cell from when I lost my real cell about three and a half weeks ago. About the same time I lost my first phone, I also lost my iPod. But, it wasn't the same day- it was the day after. And I didn't really lose my iPod, it was stolen out of my bookbag while I was at work and my bag was in the changing-bathroom. Which was kind of like when my camera was stolen from my bookbag in the women's locker-room in the RB about a month before that. But when my iPod was stolen, no one took any money along with it. I'm thinking that maybe I'm supposed to learn something from all this. Like, maybe don't own anything that you like, 'cause someone else likes it too, and they know where you keep it in your bag.
Along with all of my posessions, I'm losing my mind, but that's not really new

By the way, if you see any of these- they belong to me...

The first phone, the one I loved best:



The second phone, lost within a mere three weeks after the first:



The best camera I've ever had. And it was purple...


And my iPod, which I named "Silver Surfer". We had so many dance parties...




PS. By changing-bathroom, I mean a bathroom in which one changes clothes. I do not mean a bathroom which changes itself... into another less useful room.

A tid bit of information

So, while I'm in the mood to update my blog, I'm not quite sure what to blog about. This may turn out to be one of those ranting posts. I apologize in advance.
One of my best friends is getting married. And as much as I love her, we all know that once people get married they obtain amnesia, and forget that they ever knew you, or just forget your phone number. So, it appears as though there may be an opening for a best friend position in a couple of weeks, if anyone's interested. Applications may be sent to: mariesmyfriend.org, or you can visit your local Marie Bravato for questions.
In other news, local airlines are augmenting their prices for this holiday season, and the prices aren't looking good. It would cost me about 500 dollars, in the minimum, to fly round trip from Utah to Florida. So, my dear roommate Rachel has agreed to make my dream come true, and finally have a road trip. Usually when I had thought about road trips, I considered somewhere closer as an option- like California or Vegas (not nerve... I know, that was a bad anatomy joke) but Florida works just as well, and even better! I'll get to spend two complete days in a car with my two dear sisters, Rachel and Judith Smith. I'm quite ecstatic about the entire situation, and can't wait to start singin' like Donkey, "on the road again, I just can't wait to get on the road again..."
This Halloween I went through a couple of different options for my costume, and finally settled on a pirate. I know, it's not unique, or even that cool, but when one finds a red and white striped vest at DI for $2, one must be a pirate. I was planning on being Harley Quinn, Joker's sidekick in the Batman cartoon/comic books. Displayed here:




In the end I decided against this costume because of the difficulty in making it. I should start now so that I can be Harley next year. Applications are now being accepted for the position of Joker.

It's about time

  School has been underway for a whole week now, and I remember why I wasn't excited to start.  I am taking three nutrition classes (Nutrition 100 & 200 and Food science) , food science lab, spanish 206, and the second half of the New Testament.  I no longer have to wonder what I'll be doing every day- I know that all I have time for is homework and more studying.  However, I have been receiving questions about my last posts, and I think they need some updating.  First, the mission.  I have decided to wait to go on a mission.  I'm going to apply to the dietetics program in February, and if I get accepted, then I'll be in it for at least a semester before I go on a mission, that way when I come back from my mission I can jump right back into the program.  If I don't get accepted then I'll probably just leave right then for a mission, and when I come back I'll either try again for dietetics or have found a different avenue to go down.  The only thing that would completely stop me from going on a mission in the next year is if I get married.  Don't worry, that's not likely to happen any time soon either.  

As for the post about some of my favorite things, when I said that I should end the phrase that I like to read with "and play dungeons and dragons", has come to pass.  I recently was in a group of people who got together a couple of times a week to have role playing sessions.  I know, I know.  I think it would have been more fun if it had been dungeons and dragons, but it was a lesser known game called "Big Eyes, Small Mouth" (BESM) that the GM got from a book.  It was fun, but is now ended, and I am all the more geeky because I can say that I have done Role Playing.  It brought some learning experiences, and goes very well with what I live by : Live and learn, and then get Luvs.

These are a few of my favorite things

I don't think I need to tell you that if I had a nickel for every time I have been asked, "so what do you like to do for fun?" I'd be a rich woman. I'm sure you know just as well as me how often this question comes up after introductions are made and you've moved on to small talk. You probably also know what a silly question this is. If I said everything that I like, people would either think that I was bragging about myself or I just happened to get smacked over the head and for the moment and got amnesia. So, I have decided that it might be good idea to actually have an idea of what I really like to do so that I don't have one of the two extremes. I give any and all who are reading to stop at any time. Really, this is just for myself, and will probably be boring, so feel free to use your time in a more productive way. So, I'm going to use the classic style of brain storming- whatever comes to mind, say it.

I enjoy reading books. I have said this ever since I learned to read, which was later in life than most children. I remember being adamantly opposed to learning to read- probably because it scared me. I was in kindergarten and just learning letters was enough for me, it seemed so impossible to put them all together. I remember various people attempting to teach me, but the one who really accomplished the task was my stepmother, Malvina. After that first book, it was so wonderful to keep getting books from the library and discovering their stories by translating the letters and understanding the pictures. In later years of elementary school I loved going to the school library and searching for the fattest book in the fiction section. Thin books seemed like a waste of time- they were over too quickly! So, from my youth I have carried the love of books and a good story. It seems like when I say now that I love reading it's almost like a lie because I never have the time to read. Reading is also something that seems to set people apart- usually it sounds like I should also complete the sentence with, "... and play dungeons and dragons."

Another thing I really enjoy doing is exercising. It's true, I enjoy going to the gym and getting a good workout. I enjoy the good feeling afterwards, knowing that I'm being healthy, and seeing my muscles grow over time. However, saying this isn't usually the best idea when you aren't just trying to think of what to do after school with your friend. Let's admit it- when you hear someone say, "I go to the gym every day" immediately you think they're trying to show how they're better than you because you seem to have muscular dystrophy. The only other time you hear it is if a guy's trying to show off and while he says it he conveniently points to something behind him.

I started this post on the 20th of December, and never came back to finish it.  However, I don't really have time now to complete that list of things I enjoy doing.  So, here is the beginning post, and maybe someday I'll decide to finish the ever-lengthening list of hobbies I enjoy.

Marie

  I love being me.  I love having red hair, and having my name.  So, just for fun I selected a few others who share my lovely name.

  The first is a woman who not only shares my name, but also my religion...  Marie Osmond.

   This Marie is from Everybody Loves Raymond, and shares my sass.

This next Marie is one of my favorite frozen food items.  I love Marie.

This Marie is not exactly my favorite- I never read her, and I'm embarrassed of some of the covers...

This Marie is the most wonderful example of a Marie.  She won two nobel prizes for her work in radioactivity.  Marie Curie. 

This last Marie is my personal favorite.  He is Angel Marie, from Muppet Treasure Island.

Thank you to all those Maries out there- you're making the world a beautiful place.  :)

A little stress

I'm bored.

This is the face of a really bored person.  My mother warned me when she said that I shouldn't come until she was done with finals.  Maybe next time I'll listen to her when she tells me that she has a tendency to go crazy when she's stressed.  Many of you know my mom.  You might recognize her if you saw her on the street.  However, a more updated- stressed picture is required.

This is how she looks when she's studying, and I'm doing the dishes.  This is her, dazed, but not computing how upset she is that in a few hours she's going to be tested on the information that she's cramming into her brain.  Notice the wide eyes, the limp way she's holding her book, and the most important detail that assures you that this is indeed my mom- the bun.  Of course, she looks a lot younger now- in the 20's.... 1820's that is.

This is my mom as she now appears.  You may notice that she is no longer human.  The anger from a group project has brought large, sharp teeth.  Sitting for hours has given her many scales and a large tail.  After slowly turning into a monster, she has looked up from her stress to see me in my bored state.  The fire starts building in her throat, and her eyes start glowing red.  That's when I start to fear for my life.  I should leave the house before it starts burning around me, but I have nowhere to go.  Though fire is shot out in the form of names like, "annoying" and "lazy" and "unable to understand", I escape alive.  I can now say that I have looked into the eyes of a monster: the kind that comes from a normally loving, and kind woman.  

Brotherly Love

  I lied in my last post: Steven is not my favorite brother, although I do love him very much.  It turns out that he isn't going to let me stay with him this fall, and he therefore is bumped from favorite-brother position at this time.  I care for all my brothers, and find a special love for them at different times.  I finally understand my mother.  Amazing.

My mom used to tell me that she has no favorite child, and that she loves each according to the love they need.  When my brothers are in danger or need love, she worries and cares more for that son at that time than for the rest of them.  Of course, that applies only to my brothers.  She loves me the most all of the time.  But, I'm beginning to understand what she means- I love Steven, but Anthony gave me a computer.  I love Anthony, but Michael's letting me use his car while I'm home in Florida for the next two weeks.  I love Michael, but Sean is the only other redhead in the family.  I love Sean, but Anthony's going to be having his first child pretty soon.  I love Anthony, but Steven is a person that I can easily talk to and who is strongest in the church.  So, it seems like they're all turning out to be pretty even, eh?  Yeah, they are all pretty awesome.  I love them all.

I'm too young to die

And too young to go on a mission.  But I won't be in 8 months...  And then, we shall see, shan't we?  That's right, I want to go on a mission. 

  

 I want to go on a mission so bad, that I'm not going to school this Fall semester.  Instead, I'll be moving back home where i will save money by living with my favorite brother, Steven.  I'm allowed to say that 'cause none of my family reads this.  Except my mom, but she can't say anything about it 'cause she has her favorite too. 

 

                          Need I say more?

Other new and exciting updates of my life:      ... well, there has to be something.  Let's see... well, for starters I'm scared of not being able to find a job this summer or this fall.  Which means that I won't be able to save up money for a mission.  Which would really bite big time.  Like Jaws' bite.  

Eesh, that picture gives me the heebee jeebees.  I've always been terrified of Jaws.  One specific shark that is out to devour little kids in the deep end of the pool.  

Well, that's about all I can think of right now- probably 'cause my brain is fried from staying up super late last night, waking up really early this morning, and eating hardly anything until 10 minutes ago.  I want to sleep for forever and a day.