dating poem

dating






sucks








amen.

tiredness and frustration things

So I've been really tired and frustrated lately.

I just don't understand how people can be so lazy. Honestly, I don't get it. Why is that? How can that even be?

We are all given the exact same number of hours in the day. And we will be held accountable for what we choose to do with them. So maybe watching TV for 23 hours a day isn't a sin, or maybe doing assorted other things isn't a sin, but we will be held accountable for the knowledge we didn't gain. And for the people we didn't help. And the commandments we didn't keep--for instance, the commandments to be involved in the happenings of the world. Heavenly Father has told us multiple times that we have the responsibility to be active in the workings of our community and our nation. And yet people selectively blip that one out, just like they ignore the command to be good stewards of the earth.

Time is precious. We can't afford to waste it. ::sigh::

my brother = my hero

From my mother:

"Finally, a funny story about Sam:

He was assigned to write a college application essay - a real, true one, in English. He wrote it all right, but because he is not applying to college, he did not make it real. He presented himself as a poor kid who grew up in Sweden because Daddy was a government worker there, and when we left a few years ago all he had to his name would fit in a sack on his lap. And the poor thing never learned American slang because Swedish kids don't know it, and Daddy and I are educated and did not use it, so he has felt left out, but "latt borda some ne annan bar" as Daddy always says, which is "it is an easy burden another carries." It goes on and on, and I guess Sam did NOT tell the teacher it was totally bogus, and the teacher now feels all sorry for him. "How inspiring!" was one of the comments written on it.

This would be the same teacher who, when Sam challenged him on his support for voting for women or black people just because they LOOK different, said, "Well, when you put it that way, you make it sound so superficial!"

I can't decide whether to call the teacher and tell him that we really are not poor and Swedish, or to just let him go on thinking it...."

I love my brother. <3

hee hee hee

I should not nearly be so gleeful about the fact that we will never date after this.

crazy dream

I had this dream just now that was really interesting. I was in the Kennedy Center lobby talking with this one very liberal associate of mine. We were discussing our respective clubs and how we both felt oppressed. He was feeling oppressed because he was liberal.

And then I started talking.

By the end of my spiel, this associate just looked at me and was like, "dang. You are oppressed." And the reason was because no one took me seriously, because I was female. At least in my dream that was the case (and I know it's often true in real life, but I'm trying to be optimistic).

And then I woke up and felt like I had to liberate all the women out there... or somehow change things for them... I don't know. It was weird. I love waking up passionate in the morning.

But honestly, the truth is that there are a whole lot of people out there--both men and women, and some really great ones, too--who just don't take female leaders seriously. It's really a shame because there are some of us out there who can be quite frightening. Personally, I think Hillary is a great example. She should be taken seriously. Then you have Margaret Thatcher, what a phenomenal woman. Boudicca and Hatshepsut and Abigail Adams, Susan B. Anthony. There are many women out there who have done so much for the world. Or at least for their respective nations. Not enough, I feel, but hey. What can you do, when the world is populated by a whole bunch of people whose ambitions have never extended beyond.... anything. What can you do? I guess just ignore them and do what you have to do.

I dated a lot more before I took my ambitions seriously.

I was pondering that, and how lame it was, and then I decided that it wasn't really that lame, it was just kind of sad. But just as well. At least now I know I only go out with boys who are not severely intimidated by my accomplishment, or whatever.

But anyway, women leaders. I heard one of my really good friends say yesterday that he slept through every female speaker at Conference. Honestly, I can't really blame him because the female leaders of the Church kind of bug me sometimes, just linguistically (did you know that Mormon RSPs in the Mountain West speak their own particular dialect? We studied it in one of my linguistics classes once). I used to enjoy listening to them because I would analyze how oddly they speak in relation to the rest of society, but now it just seems silly. There is no reason to change how you speak just because you live in Utah and got a different calling.

I think I was the oddest RSP my girls ever saw, in retrospect.

ANYWAY. Even really great guys who are basically awesome don't take many women leaders seriously, and it's sad.

But it's okay. I can make them take me seriously.

so then this one time

So then this one time I started a whole blog just to keep track of my song lyrics, lexi-lyrics.blogspot.com. Yes, I know it compromises my secret identity. I don't actually care that much. Sorry if that spoils the fun, ey.

Things are going pretty decently. I dropped SID and SFA, to focus my time on my political endeavors and not failing out of Bio 120. Serious, I'm pretty much preparing myself for a hardcore F. I've never gotten a bad grade before. I'm partially excited about it. The nice thing about life is that I'm applying for an internship for the summer, and since I've only taken one class in my major, I can honestly say my major GPA is 4.00. Sweet, ey?

In other news... bought some chick lit today, because do you ever get those days where you just need to read some cheesy and pointless romance stuff? Meg Cabot is the best writer ever for cheesy romance stuff. Weird day, kids: the BYU Bookstore is totally selling Phillipa Gregory Boyle books in the Fiction section. First, she only writes historical fiction, thanks, and second, her books can be kind of pretty graphic. Learned the hard way, goo goo g'joob. I was slightly shocked.

Hmm... trying to think of other good stories. Saw Across the Universe the other day, FINALLY, and it was SO TRIPPY!!! It was like being on an acid trip, except without the acid (not that I would know from experience). I told one of my Utah friends that today, and she got so confused. Has to ask what acid was. :^P

Basically, the movie is less like a cohesive line and more like a string of connected music videos. The major complaint I've heard is about nudity, and yes, there was enough nudity that maybe it should have been rated R. But the thing with it that was interesting was that it wasn't pornographic, I thought. Really, usually that stuff grosses me out and so forth, but it was really artistic, oddly. More like looking at a Greek statue than a trippy hippie movie. Anyway, I loved it, and now I love the music even more, and PLEASE can Jude join the Church, use a time machine to come to the present, stop being a fictional character, sing me some Beatles songs, and marry me?

Although actually that would probably be a recipe for disaster... I've seriously dated two Judes in the past, and you know, I think I'm more hardcore than Lucy was. In real life, Lucys and Judes just don't work out. So, oh well. Obladi, oblada, am I right?

Well kids, life is so fantastic I can barely handle it. And Harry Reid comes tomorrow! (It's still Monday night in my head)

(I should go to bed)

(my circadian rhythm is so dumb)

realization

So then this morning while I was in the shower, I had this epiphany (isn't it odd how the shower is the place for that sort of thing? I think it's just because you can't write anything down in there... unless you have those bath crayons or whatever... but I don't have those). Which epiphany was: since like February, I've been sort of more or less crazy about this one guy (or being the keyword most days), and it has finally hit me, hopefully for good, that I have basically been insane. Every moment I've wasted even pondering the whole thing has been exactly that: a moment wasted.

It's really quite liberating.

So, now I can get back to the things that matter. That was officially the last moment I ever spent thinking about such a loser non-prospect.

[isn't it amazing how willing we are to waste our lives over completely hopeless and/or stupid things like that? amazing]

happy october, everyone

Well kids, autumn is finally here, and so is TIM BURTON MONTH!!!! Join the gals of Sherwood Up for exciting movie nights stochastically during this entire month. We will be celebrating Tim Burton, and also that our carbon monoxide levels are currently 680 times higher than that of the ambient atmosphere. Did the calculations myself (aren't you all glad my entire major revolves around air pollution?).

But no worries--according to my research, we're still several ppms away from imminent death. By several I mean several hundred. Unless TPM measured incorrectly, which is a possibility. Oh well.

The new apartment theme song:

Carbon monoxide
Soon we’ll go to sleep
No one will notice we’re gone
Cause we don’t have a job to keep
They’ll just say that we’re being lazy
They’ll just say we’re living our whole life in bed
And we’ll be in bed but we’ll be oh so very much
Dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a
Dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a
Dead-a, D-dead
Yeah
But we’re so cool, we’re so cool, we’re so cool
Dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a
Dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a
Dead-a, D-dead
Dead
But we’re still cool, we’re still cool, we’re still cool

:^P

Hooray Regina Spektor