hello there!
I hope you're all enjoying my new holiday lay-out. I like it :)
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In Marriage and Family class, we are assigned talks to read out of the manual every night, then he gives us a worksheet of questions, and we memorize the answers for a quiz on (a chosen few of) the same questions
the next morning. We have a quiz every day. (These details will soon matter, I promise.) So the other day, I went into class and our reading had been about self-esteem. You can guess what a church talk about self-esteem will entail. At least, I thought most people could. With the exception of the girl sitting next to me, who, in response to the question "What did President Benson say were the three keys to self-esteem?" wrote "Talent, beauty, intellect."
Ok, so I may have been looking at her paper. And when I told this story later, someone said "You were cheating?" I said "No. Not really. She was sitting about 6" from me, and I knew the answer. It wasn't cheating." So I'm saying it wasn't cheating, just eavesdropping. With my eyes.
Anyway- the whole thing just made me laugh. Here was this girl (and I'm about to get hated on for stereotyping probably) with dyed hair, dark tan skin, lots of make-up, skinny jeans, and Ugg boots sitting next to me, who, not having taken the 2 minutes to read the actual article, came up with "talent, beauty, intellect" as the three keys to self-esteem. Seriously? You're in a church class. You're quoting a prophet. You really think that's what he said as the keys to self-esteem?!
For your information, the answer was: 1) love God, 2) fear God's judgment, and 3) seek out, know, and do His will.
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A co-worker/friend of mine got her mission call tonight. That's the first mission call opening I've gone to since Vinny Grosso's in CT. She's going to Germany. She was born there and lived there for a few years of her young life, so she's pretty excited to go back. I'm excited for her. This just means work will be way less exciting next fall without her.
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I went to a Vocal Point concert tonight. Vocal Point is a male a capella group on campus. Their tickets always sell-out really fast, so this year Freshman Academy had some that were going to be wasted, so I grabbed two for free and went. It was surprisingly good, and interactive, and funny. I may have even developed a completely irrational, absolutely middle-school-ish crush on one of the singers. Embarrassing.
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Yesterday I came home and there was one of those UPS InfoNotice sticky notes on my door. The UPS man/lady/worker-person left it for me. They wrote my name on it, and the date, and that was it. There is a column that says: "The package was not left because:" Nope, nothing marked. Then there's another section that says "We will try again on:" Nothing. So I read the back and it said to ONLY sign the notice if the reason for the package not being left was that it required a signature. Otherwise, do NOT sign it, and leave an address where the package can be delivered instead. Well, because the UPS worker was so incredibly vague on their little notice (completely negating the purpose of the notice) I signed the paper, and left an address, and my own sticky note asking them kindly to leave it the next time they tried to deliver it.
They did, and I got new pajamas today :) (They were on sale for $9 and I'm pretty excited about it.)
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I'm going to Idaho for Thanksgiving. With my Aunt's grand-daughter. It's complicated.
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I am making a pecan pie next week!
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The UConn Women's Basketball team is coming to Provo on Tuesday to play BYU. Megan is going to come down and we're totally going.
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School will be out exactly one month from today.
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I got invited to a focus group in the library about Advanced Writing vs. First-Year Writing and had to talk about high school and college research. And then got $10 for it :)
And, I don't know if it has to do with growing up on the East Coast, but, I was the only one out of a room of 8 that had written an actual Research Paper in high school- that required sources (including primary source documents), and more than 5 pages of text. That was weird.
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Alright, well those are all the random details of my life at this point.
I hope you all are doing well.
And if I don't write again before then (which I probably will) Happy Thanksgiving!!
-mollie
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
iPod shuffle
So I just did one of those survey things where you push "shuffle" on your music player (aka iPod) and then answer the questions with the title of the song- does that make sense?
Well, the person who made the survey asked the question "How will you feel on your wedding day?" twice and the first time I got "I'm Not That Girl" from Wicked, and the second time I got "Leave Me Alone" by The Corrs.
I'll try not to take that as a bad omen :P
I just thought it was funny, so thought I'd share.
The end.
-mollie
Well, the person who made the survey asked the question "How will you feel on your wedding day?" twice and the first time I got "I'm Not That Girl" from Wicked, and the second time I got "Leave Me Alone" by The Corrs.
I'll try not to take that as a bad omen :P
I just thought it was funny, so thought I'd share.
The end.
-mollie
Thursday, November 13, 2008
even though it's november...
bonjour ladies and gentlemen!
I am writing to you as one of the newest members of the BYU chapter of PsiChi (the Psychology Honor Society). I know, pretty exciting! The induction ceremony was tonight. They had dinner (aka a table with food) and then gave a presentation about the organization and our responsibilities as members, and then inducted us and gave us certificates, very similar to the one pictured here, which I doctored for you, so you could get the full effect :) I also got a lapel pin and a "lifetime membership card". That brings my honor society memberships up to 3: National Honor Society, Tri-M Honor Society, and now PsiChi. I don't know what I'm going to do with all the lapel pins...
The whole thing was about as classy as the Tri-M induction... so you can imagine. Except without the audience, since people at college don't really have family to come watch.
I also took a test on Tuesday and got a 98! That's up from 96 on the last one for this class. Tomorrow I go in for English to read my mid-term paper to my professor and get him to grade it. I'm pretty much scared out of my skin. I might pee on the floor or something. Which isn't even very funny because it has been known to happen... ask my siblings about Sam's Club.
In other news, I may have turned my radio to the permanent Christmas music station last week.
And I may have created a Holiday music radio station on Pandora, which I'm listening to now.
I remember living at home, and mom used to say that Christmas decorations shouldn't come up before Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving just gets ignored as Christmas takes center stage starting right after Halloween. I used to agree with her. The season isn't special if you celebrate it for 3 months of the year.
But once I came to college, and over the years, I have found myself celebrating Christmas earlier and earlier. My freshman year, we started Christmas after Thanksgiving- I was the only one staying at the apartment over the break, so I decorated it all Christmas-like for my roommates to come home to. Last year a Christmas tree ended up in our living room sometime right after Thanksgiving- not yet December. And this year, well, as I've already confessed, I've started the christmas music. I can't help myself. I think it's because when I lived at home, I could afford to wait for Christmas to come. There were decorations and everything, and Christmas "started" when all the decorations were up and the house was cheerily Christmas-ed out with garland and marching bands and little houses and nativity sets, complete with kid art on the walls. Megan and I were the last ones living at home, so we got to do it longer than the other siblings. We cut down the tree and liked to watch it being set up, but avoided having to be the "straightness supervisor"- "a little to the left. no, a little back to the right. more. more. too far." ... while Dad tried to maneuver it with pine needles sticking into him everywhere and patience waned.
Now that I don't live at home, I don't get to see the house decorated. I don't get to be a part of the build-up of Christmas. Christmas doesn't start until Christmas break, which this year is sometime around the 20th of December. So, Christmas to me starts later than it ever had while living at home. So because I can't take out the decorations, and I can't pick out the tree, and I can't carry box after box down from the attic, I don't get to have all the physical Christmas around, so I have to find my own way of bringing Christmas to my life: radio stations. And who cares if I start in November?? And who cares if I post pictures of my house all dressed up for Christmas because it makes me happy?
So as I listen to my Christmas music, I have noticed one artist that sang The Christmas Song- saying "tiny tots with their eyes all aglow will" ... find it hard to sleep tonight? NO! it said something else that I can't remember now. This story would be cooler if I could remember the wrong lyric. But anyway- it was disconcerting- someone recorded the song singing the wrong words?! Hmmm. One guy just sang "where the treetops glisten and the kiddies listen"... it took me a full second or two to realize he was not talking about felines.
Anyway- so, I've had a true Christmas change of heart- please, put up your Christmas tree two days after Thanksgiving. Let the stores get their Christmas displays out weeks before Thanksgiving. I don't mind. I'll turn on my Christmas music and walk around with "it's beginning to look a lot like christmas" in my head for weeks, happily. Because all these signs of Christmas mean school is almost over. It means snow and Coca-Cola polar bear commercials, and mittens, and christmas lights on houses. But most of all, it means I'm going home soon.
... at least it usually does. This year I'm not going home for Christmas. This was how Christmas in Idaho in a cabin was pitched to me:
mom: "What do you think about Christmas?"
me: "What do you mean?"
mom: "What do you think about not having Christmas at home?"
me: "... but I want to go home. The house is always decorated and we've never had Christmas away from home."
mom: "Well, you could have Christmas at home with your three brothers, which would be really boring"
me: silence
mom: "Or you could have Christmas in Idaho and have both your sisters there and all your siblings and family together."
me: silence
mom: "Don't you want the family to be together?"
me: "yes, mom."
So Christmas in Idaho it is. I'm sure my opinion was not the only one sought on the subject, but that was how it was pitched to me. So I don't get to go home this year. I will miss getting to see the people I only get to see when I'm home. I don't get to leave Provo after finals, and do the whole airport thing. I don't get to see all the christmas lights out the plane window in all the little towns where the Whos lay a-snooze. The house won't be decorated. But the family will be together I suppose. And, as I've learned after 19 years of hearing How The Grinch Stole Christmas read on Christmas Eve, you can't stop Christmas from coming (it CAME!). It'll come "without ribbons, without tags! Without packages, boxes, or bags" and all that. And as the Grinch learns, so I have learned "Maybe Christmas... perhaps... means a little bit more".
Of course, if I stay on track with the Grinch there, the next step is to do some whizzing through the air... so I better go.
And I will listen to my Christmas music and wait for Christmas to come. And I'll just skip "There's No Place Like Home for the Holidays" and "I'll Be Home for Christmas".
until again,
mollie
p.s.- this was supposed to be a short entry... sorry.
p.p.s.- did you know that the Grinch is not green in the book? Movie people colored him green in the 1966 cartoon and he's been green ever since...
I am writing to you as one of the newest members of the BYU chapter of PsiChi (the Psychology Honor Society). I know, pretty exciting! The induction ceremony was tonight. They had dinner (aka a table with food) and then gave a presentation about the organization and our responsibilities as members, and then inducted us and gave us certificates, very similar to the one pictured here, which I doctored for you, so you could get the full effect :) I also got a lapel pin and a "lifetime membership card". That brings my honor society memberships up to 3: National Honor Society, Tri-M Honor Society, and now PsiChi. I don't know what I'm going to do with all the lapel pins...
The whole thing was about as classy as the Tri-M induction... so you can imagine. Except without the audience, since people at college don't really have family to come watch.
I also took a test on Tuesday and got a 98! That's up from 96 on the last one for this class. Tomorrow I go in for English to read my mid-term paper to my professor and get him to grade it. I'm pretty much scared out of my skin. I might pee on the floor or something. Which isn't even very funny because it has been known to happen... ask my siblings about Sam's Club.
In other news, I may have turned my radio to the permanent Christmas music station last week.
And I may have created a Holiday music radio station on Pandora, which I'm listening to now.
I remember living at home, and mom used to say that Christmas decorations shouldn't come up before Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving just gets ignored as Christmas takes center stage starting right after Halloween. I used to agree with her. The season isn't special if you celebrate it for 3 months of the year.
But once I came to college, and over the years, I have found myself celebrating Christmas earlier and earlier. My freshman year, we started Christmas after Thanksgiving- I was the only one staying at the apartment over the break, so I decorated it all Christmas-like for my roommates to come home to. Last year a Christmas tree ended up in our living room sometime right after Thanksgiving- not yet December. And this year, well, as I've already confessed, I've started the christmas music. I can't help myself. I think it's because when I lived at home, I could afford to wait for Christmas to come. There were decorations and everything, and Christmas "started" when all the decorations were up and the house was cheerily Christmas-ed out with garland and marching bands and little houses and nativity sets, complete with kid art on the walls. Megan and I were the last ones living at home, so we got to do it longer than the other siblings. We cut down the tree and liked to watch it being set up, but avoided having to be the "straightness supervisor"- "a little to the left. no, a little back to the right. more. more. too far." ... while Dad tried to maneuver it with pine needles sticking into him everywhere and patience waned.
Now that I don't live at home, I don't get to see the house decorated. I don't get to be a part of the build-up of Christmas. Christmas doesn't start until Christmas break, which this year is sometime around the 20th of December. So, Christmas to me starts later than it ever had while living at home. So because I can't take out the decorations, and I can't pick out the tree, and I can't carry box after box down from the attic, I don't get to have all the physical Christmas around, so I have to find my own way of bringing Christmas to my life: radio stations. And who cares if I start in November?? And who cares if I post pictures of my house all dressed up for Christmas because it makes me happy?
So as I listen to my Christmas music, I have noticed one artist that sang The Christmas Song- saying "tiny tots with their eyes all aglow will" ... find it hard to sleep tonight? NO! it said something else that I can't remember now. This story would be cooler if I could remember the wrong lyric. But anyway- it was disconcerting- someone recorded the song singing the wrong words?! Hmmm. One guy just sang "where the treetops glisten and the kiddies listen"... it took me a full second or two to realize he was not talking about felines.
Anyway- so, I've had a true Christmas change of heart- please, put up your Christmas tree two days after Thanksgiving. Let the stores get their Christmas displays out weeks before Thanksgiving. I don't mind. I'll turn on my Christmas music and walk around with "it's beginning to look a lot like christmas" in my head for weeks, happily. Because all these signs of Christmas mean school is almost over. It means snow and Coca-Cola polar bear commercials, and mittens, and christmas lights on houses. But most of all, it means I'm going home soon.
... at least it usually does. This year I'm not going home for Christmas. This was how Christmas in Idaho in a cabin was pitched to me:
mom: "What do you think about Christmas?"
me: "What do you mean?"
mom: "What do you think about not having Christmas at home?"
me: "... but I want to go home. The house is always decorated and we've never had Christmas away from home."
mom: "Well, you could have Christmas at home with your three brothers, which would be really boring"
me: silence
mom: "Or you could have Christmas in Idaho and have both your sisters there and all your siblings and family together."
me: silence
mom: "Don't you want the family to be together?"
me: "yes, mom."
So Christmas in Idaho it is. I'm sure my opinion was not the only one sought on the subject, but that was how it was pitched to me. So I don't get to go home this year. I will miss getting to see the people I only get to see when I'm home. I don't get to leave Provo after finals, and do the whole airport thing. I don't get to see all the christmas lights out the plane window in all the little towns where the Whos lay a-snooze. The house won't be decorated. But the family will be together I suppose. And, as I've learned after 19 years of hearing How The Grinch Stole Christmas read on Christmas Eve, you can't stop Christmas from coming (it CAME!). It'll come "without ribbons, without tags! Without packages, boxes, or bags" and all that. And as the Grinch learns, so I have learned "Maybe Christmas... perhaps... means a little bit more".
Of course, if I stay on track with the Grinch there, the next step is to do some whizzing through the air... so I better go.
And I will listen to my Christmas music and wait for Christmas to come. And I'll just skip "There's No Place Like Home for the Holidays" and "I'll Be Home for Christmas".
until again,
mollie
p.s.- this was supposed to be a short entry... sorry.
p.p.s.- did you know that the Grinch is not green in the book? Movie people colored him green in the 1966 cartoon and he's been green ever since...
Friday, November 07, 2008
Orange, Red, and Blue
Well hello there!
I feel the need to update, so here we go. Last Friday was Halloween- I wore an orange shirt- which was the extent of my dressing up. My stake had a dance, but dances don't generally strike my fancy, so I went to Erin's instead. I carved my pumpkin and handed out candy, and ate all sorts of junk.
On Saturday I helped Erin keep Sawyer's attention as she tried to take his picture on the river trail. Then I went over to Katie's and we did as we usually do- talked and ate. I went to church on Sunday and ate dinner at Erin's. On Monday, I gave blood!
The Red Cross was doing a blood drive for our stake, and I decided I finally should. I hadn't given blood since high school and my only reasons for not doing so were because I was afraid and I never drink enough water and didn't want to pass out. So I spent my weekend drinking water. Which also meant I spent my weekend taking frequent trips to the bathroom. But, I gave blood on Monday! I have officially saved 1-3 lives. Or at least contributed to their saving. :) I was pretty proud of myself.
I think the nurse lady knew I was scared (It was rather obvious- I said "I'm scared!" and turned my head away from my donating arm the whole time) because she kept trying to reassure me and tell me how much longer I had left. It took me 7.5 minutes to donate. It took the three people around me about 5 and a 1/2. But oh well. I did it, and that's what counts :)
My ex-roommate Katie went with me, and she was supposed to hold my hand. But then she decided she wanted to donate too (for the first time) so she did. Which meant I had no one to hold my hand :( But I survived.
I'm just telling you all this because it was really a momentous occasion for me. I just wanted that brunette man who stands around watching other people do nasty things tell me "Fear (of needles and blood) is not a factor for you."
And hey, did you know that only about 38% of Americans are eligible to donate blood? Isn't that weird?
Moving on.
Tuesday, Election Day. Let me just say I am so glad Election Day is over! I was getting really tired of the blatant campaigning of friends and random acquaintances. Oh, and most of that was ineffective anyway because I mailed my absentee ballot two weeks ago. (I voted in my first presidential election!)
I went to Erin's because she was having a bye-bye Bush party, during which we ate food and watched CNN report. My brother Mike works for Google and got asked to go to Chicago to do data analysis for the Obama campaign, which he did. He told us at about 8 pm that "We won 2 hours ago", which would have meant at 6 pm here, it was over. CNN didn't announce a winner until about 9-9:30 ish. For those few hours when we had info. the rest of the country was waiting for, we felt pretty darn cool. We didn't have to worry about the CNN reporters saying they weren't sure which way it would go.
So, Obama won! I know I live in Utah, so... Obama supporters seem to be few and far between, but actually the results showed Utah was only 60% McCain- which surprised me. But I still went to work on Wednesday with no one to celebrate with.
True story:
me: "Hey guys- my brother worked for the Obama campaign last night, so he told us he knew like 4 hours before the news reported it, that Obama won. Isn't that cool??"
room of 10 people: silence
girl sitting next to me: "So, your brother voted for Obama?"
Oooooooook.
I listened to people all day talk about how they don't want our country to be socialist, how they're moving to Canada, and how the End of the World must be just around the corner because the country is sure "going to hell in a hand basket"- of course people say "heck" and not "hell" but that's besides the point. Seriously though? Seriously?!
Please, move to Canada. Then I won't have to hear your whining anymore- you're annoying me. I just think it's obnoxious. Because, you're NOT actually going to move to Canada. Because... regardless of who won, Obama IS the President Elect. And for all the talk about how Obama isn't American and doesn't support "Old Glory", if McCain supporters can't recognize their defeat and realize they should support ANYone who has the responsibility to run our country and solve the mess we're in, I just want to ask them, "Who's being un-American now?"
Urgh. I'm just saying. If McCain won, I would not be going around talking about how the world is ending. Would I be disappointed? Yes. But I would realize nothing will change it and I might as well deal with it. I would not be complaining about moving to Canada. And not only that but... Obama won by A LOT. I'm not saying the popular thing is always right, but... doesn't your opponent winning by something akin to a "landslide" make you (McCain supporters) feel a little sheepish about complaining as much as (some of you) are? I'm just saying, please stop complaining because it's not going to change anything, and it's (most likely) annoying the people around you. You're probably the same people that boo-ed McCain in his concession speech when he mentioned Obama. Oh so classy.
Ok. So politics annoy me. No. They don't. Whiny defeated (generally McCain) supporters annoy me. Sorry- had to get that out there. Because it's my blog and I can- and I have to bite my tongue in BYU public. I am not a confrontational person, so I want to get it all out on here, so I can continue not arguing with these types of people in real life. :P It'll just make me feel better if I know someone (even just my mom and siblings) know my real opinion on the matter. And I haven't written a ranting post in a while, so I think I've earned this one :)
I'm just saying- it's not that I hate McCain supporters or anything- I don't. I think everyone is entitled to their own opinion, and Hallelujah that people exercise their right to take part in the democratic process. I'm glad people are interested in their government. All I'm saying is "You lost. So support the new President, or at least stop complaining. And maybe you should hold your tongue about moving to other countries or socialist governments until you see what happens in the next four years." Ok really. Rant over. It's just funny because if I was in Connecticut right now, pretty much everyone would be cheering about Obama's win.
Anyway. I did think it was funny though, that while I was driving home on Tuesday night, I was listening to the radio DJ who was talking about how sad it must be to live in Alaska or Hawaii- your polls haven't even closed and the election is over. Talk about your vote not "counting". I thought, "That IS sad!" and then I laughed about it for a little while. Poor Alaskans and Hawaiians. Why go to the polls when the news stations are already reporting the winner?
So then after Election Day, not too much has been happening. On Wednesday morning I woke up to snow covering the ground and still falling. It has all melted since then.
Last night I curled up in my warm bed to read with a cup of hot cocoa. I think I burned every taste bud off my tongue because I was too impatient to wait for it to cool off, and kept thinking "surely, after these past 3 seconds have passed, it's cooled enough to drink". Nope.
I have a test I need to take soon- I'm thinking Monday though. And then another test next Thursday. It looks like the second round of mid-terms has officially started.
I only have one class on Fridays, but it got canceled today for "medical reasons [my professor] will explain on monday". I also had my consultation to read my paper to him and finally get a grade on the mid-term, but he had to cancel that too. Looks like I have to wait 7 more days.
I wouldn't have to go to school at all today, except I have a meeting with my students' professors at 2 pm. Blah.
Anyway I'm gonna go get dressed and do some reading.
Until again, dear readers,
-mollie
I feel the need to update, so here we go. Last Friday was Halloween- I wore an orange shirt- which was the extent of my dressing up. My stake had a dance, but dances don't generally strike my fancy, so I went to Erin's instead. I carved my pumpkin and handed out candy, and ate all sorts of junk.
On Saturday I helped Erin keep Sawyer's attention as she tried to take his picture on the river trail. Then I went over to Katie's and we did as we usually do- talked and ate. I went to church on Sunday and ate dinner at Erin's. On Monday, I gave blood!
The Red Cross was doing a blood drive for our stake, and I decided I finally should. I hadn't given blood since high school and my only reasons for not doing so were because I was afraid and I never drink enough water and didn't want to pass out. So I spent my weekend drinking water. Which also meant I spent my weekend taking frequent trips to the bathroom. But, I gave blood on Monday! I have officially saved 1-3 lives. Or at least contributed to their saving. :) I was pretty proud of myself.
I think the nurse lady knew I was scared (It was rather obvious- I said "I'm scared!" and turned my head away from my donating arm the whole time) because she kept trying to reassure me and tell me how much longer I had left. It took me 7.5 minutes to donate. It took the three people around me about 5 and a 1/2. But oh well. I did it, and that's what counts :)
My ex-roommate Katie went with me, and she was supposed to hold my hand. But then she decided she wanted to donate too (for the first time) so she did. Which meant I had no one to hold my hand :( But I survived.
I'm just telling you all this because it was really a momentous occasion for me. I just wanted that brunette man who stands around watching other people do nasty things tell me "Fear (of needles and blood) is not a factor for you."
And hey, did you know that only about 38% of Americans are eligible to donate blood? Isn't that weird?
Moving on.
Tuesday, Election Day. Let me just say I am so glad Election Day is over! I was getting really tired of the blatant campaigning of friends and random acquaintances. Oh, and most of that was ineffective anyway because I mailed my absentee ballot two weeks ago. (I voted in my first presidential election!)
I went to Erin's because she was having a bye-bye Bush party, during which we ate food and watched CNN report. My brother Mike works for Google and got asked to go to Chicago to do data analysis for the Obama campaign, which he did. He told us at about 8 pm that "We won 2 hours ago", which would have meant at 6 pm here, it was over. CNN didn't announce a winner until about 9-9:30 ish. For those few hours when we had info. the rest of the country was waiting for, we felt pretty darn cool. We didn't have to worry about the CNN reporters saying they weren't sure which way it would go.
So, Obama won! I know I live in Utah, so... Obama supporters seem to be few and far between, but actually the results showed Utah was only 60% McCain- which surprised me. But I still went to work on Wednesday with no one to celebrate with.
True story:
me: "Hey guys- my brother worked for the Obama campaign last night, so he told us he knew like 4 hours before the news reported it, that Obama won. Isn't that cool??"
room of 10 people: silence
girl sitting next to me: "So, your brother voted for Obama?"
Oooooooook.
I listened to people all day talk about how they don't want our country to be socialist, how they're moving to Canada, and how the End of the World must be just around the corner because the country is sure "going to hell in a hand basket"- of course people say "heck" and not "hell" but that's besides the point. Seriously though? Seriously?!
Please, move to Canada. Then I won't have to hear your whining anymore- you're annoying me. I just think it's obnoxious. Because, you're NOT actually going to move to Canada. Because... regardless of who won, Obama IS the President Elect. And for all the talk about how Obama isn't American and doesn't support "Old Glory", if McCain supporters can't recognize their defeat and realize they should support ANYone who has the responsibility to run our country and solve the mess we're in, I just want to ask them, "Who's being un-American now?"
Urgh. I'm just saying. If McCain won, I would not be going around talking about how the world is ending. Would I be disappointed? Yes. But I would realize nothing will change it and I might as well deal with it. I would not be complaining about moving to Canada. And not only that but... Obama won by A LOT. I'm not saying the popular thing is always right, but... doesn't your opponent winning by something akin to a "landslide" make you (McCain supporters) feel a little sheepish about complaining as much as (some of you) are? I'm just saying, please stop complaining because it's not going to change anything, and it's (most likely) annoying the people around you. You're probably the same people that boo-ed McCain in his concession speech when he mentioned Obama. Oh so classy.
Ok. So politics annoy me. No. They don't. Whiny defeated (generally McCain) supporters annoy me. Sorry- had to get that out there. Because it's my blog and I can- and I have to bite my tongue in BYU public. I am not a confrontational person, so I want to get it all out on here, so I can continue not arguing with these types of people in real life. :P It'll just make me feel better if I know someone (even just my mom and siblings) know my real opinion on the matter. And I haven't written a ranting post in a while, so I think I've earned this one :)
I'm just saying- it's not that I hate McCain supporters or anything- I don't. I think everyone is entitled to their own opinion, and Hallelujah that people exercise their right to take part in the democratic process. I'm glad people are interested in their government. All I'm saying is "You lost. So support the new President, or at least stop complaining. And maybe you should hold your tongue about moving to other countries or socialist governments until you see what happens in the next four years." Ok really. Rant over. It's just funny because if I was in Connecticut right now, pretty much everyone would be cheering about Obama's win.
Anyway. I did think it was funny though, that while I was driving home on Tuesday night, I was listening to the radio DJ who was talking about how sad it must be to live in Alaska or Hawaii- your polls haven't even closed and the election is over. Talk about your vote not "counting". I thought, "That IS sad!" and then I laughed about it for a little while. Poor Alaskans and Hawaiians. Why go to the polls when the news stations are already reporting the winner?
So then after Election Day, not too much has been happening. On Wednesday morning I woke up to snow covering the ground and still falling. It has all melted since then.
Last night I curled up in my warm bed to read with a cup of hot cocoa. I think I burned every taste bud off my tongue because I was too impatient to wait for it to cool off, and kept thinking "surely, after these past 3 seconds have passed, it's cooled enough to drink". Nope.
I have a test I need to take soon- I'm thinking Monday though. And then another test next Thursday. It looks like the second round of mid-terms has officially started.
I only have one class on Fridays, but it got canceled today for "medical reasons [my professor] will explain on monday". I also had my consultation to read my paper to him and finally get a grade on the mid-term, but he had to cancel that too. Looks like I have to wait 7 more days.
I wouldn't have to go to school at all today, except I have a meeting with my students' professors at 2 pm. Blah.
Anyway I'm gonna go get dressed and do some reading.
Until again, dear readers,
-mollie
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