the roommate situation

Several of my friends and friendly strangers who read this blog have expressed concern over me and my roommate situation based on this entry. Just to clarify, it's really not as dire as it seemed. None of my roommates do all of those things, although two of them do make up about 80% of my irritations. The problem is probably mostly with me and my lack of patience lately. I've had a lot on my mind lately, and have been having some problems with my condition lately (DON'T WORRY!! I'm working with my doctor and it's going to be fine, we just have to adjust my dosage. Again. And there's nothing you can do.), and am lonely and bored. Thus, my patience level is even lower than usual and I'm doing a horrible job at masking my impatience and irritations. So don't worry about me, I'm fine. Oh yeah, and, three more weeks! :)

sibling differences

• Sociology Major, History and Family Resources Minors (BYUI '08)
• Applied Mathematics Major, Physics Minor (BYUI '10)
• Elementary Education Major (BYUI '12)
• prospective Interior Design or Art Major
• prospective Mechanical Engineering Major or Astronaut School

And people wonder why sometimes we don't get along like the so-called ideal family. Everybody's smart. I'm the dumb one of the family, but we're all way different smart. Our brains work differently, as you can see.

my math major sister's next gift

Number Scarf by Little Factory
They also have similar ones with upper- and lower-case alphebets.

Neighborly Angst

"I have to write a ten page paper on SACAJAWEA! There's not ten pages of information on Sacajawea in the WHOLE WORLD!"

Here, honey, have some help. I think you should be ok. Just breathe.

Dear Obnoxious Roommates (all five of you),

Leave me alone!!!!!! Quit borrowing my stuff without my permission. My shoes are not public property. Quit asking me if I'm feeling all right or if I need anything when I've told you a million times if I'm fine. Stop weirdly tiptoeing around the apartment and town. Stop trying to feed me. I eat when I'm hungry and I eat my own food. I'm not going to eat yours, most of the time, especially when it's things which I hate, like peas, or things you KNOW I'm allergic to, like strawberries and fish. Quit criticizing me for reading bad books (this coming from the girl who reads her scriptures and nothing else, and forgive me, but Well Behaved Women Seldom Make History and Price of Honor: Muslim Women Lift the Veil of Silence on the Muslim World are in no way harmful). And stop trying to make me stop listening to my music and reading my books and watching my movies and living my life because they're "un-Christlike". I respect your opinion, but this is my life and I am comfortable with it and my situation, for the most part. Stop complimenting me in your fake tones. Quit inviting me to do things when we all know you don't want me along, and I don't want to go anyways. Please stop narrating your life out loud to the world. Stop telling me I don't know anything about anything, ESPECIALLY not the mental illnesses in my own family, ESPECIALLY not the ones that I and my brother have. PLEASE stop the baby talk! We are all adults. You are an adult, and you don't need to use baby talk, even when you're talking to your mother. When I'm crying, I'm crying because my family or my friends or myself are hurting, and you can't help. I don't want your help or your fake concern. Stop giving personality to your food. And the weather. And the furniture. And your socks. And believe me, if I felt like I could trust you, and I had anything to confide in you, I would. But I don't feel like I can trust you. Every time I've tried, you've betrayed me, so I quit. And I swear sometimes. Deal with it. I try not to, but when I'm especially fed up, it happens. Sorry. Stop talking about me behind my back. And stop pretending like you like me. I know you don't. And stop pretending like we have anything in common.

Thank you,
me

PS: Four more weeks. Four more weeks. I can handle your crap for four more weeks. MAYBE!

Baby Kangaroo Rat

I went home a couple weeks ago for my little sisters graduation. When I came back to Idaho, I couldn't find my camera case. I had my camera, but no case. My mom's been looking for it, and when she called me this morning, my brother begged and pleaded to talk to me (because he NEVER gets to talk to me...yeah right). He said he'd found my case, but that he was using it as a bed for a baby kangaroo rat that our cat had brought home (she's always doing this, bringing home baby rodents unharmed that we have to rescue and my brother always tries to keep them for a few days in the cage we used to have our parakeet in many years ago. We think she wants a pet.) I got upset, fussed and tried to convince him that my camera case was NOT a good bed for a rodent. He didn't seem to understand. "It's just sleeping in it, it's not like it's using it as a bathroom or anything". Whatever. Gross. I was demanding he put Mom back on the phone when he started giggling.

"April Fools!"

Whatever. It's June, kid.

Work Experiance

A friend of mine says that everyone should work at least a week in the following areas: a call center, a restaurant (preferably as waitstaff), and in a janitorial position of some sort. I start my second of the three tomorrow. I'll let you guess which one. I should be getting to bed, since it requires an earlier start than I'm used to. Of course, earlier than I'm used to is currently about noon. :)

I can has?

more cat pictures

A kitty would do nicely as well...

Two Things of Artistic Interest

1. This commercial for the Zurich Chamber Orchestra entitled "Roller Coaster"
2. One of my pictures has been shortlisted for inclusion in the second edition of the Schmap Northwest Guide, an interactive online travel guide. I won't be paid for the use of my photo, but I will be credited. This is the photo selected:

I don't think it's my best, but I'm honored and flattered. I'll know in a few weeks if it's been selected.