Get Over Yourself, Frog!

The events of this weekend gave cause for me to evaluate my life. Where do I stand? Where am I going? What do I really want? Although there were some frustrations and tears, I think that I've done a lot of growing up. I also think that I'd like to share some favorite song lyrics with you. The first I shall dedicate to one that will remain nameless:

"Get Over Yourself" -SHeDAISY

You say you're gun-shy,
I say you're spineless.
You think you're pensive,
I think you're mindless.
Such a busy little drone
That your heart beats in monotone,
So loud you can't hear me
Repetition's what you need.

Get out of my air,
Get off of my cloud,
Get out of my hair,
Get off of my couch,
Get off of my lips,
Get out of my life,
Let me give you a tip
Get out of my sight!
Get off of your knees,
Get out of my face,
Get out of my sleep,
Get out of my space,
How long do I have to show and tell, scream and yell?
Get over yourself!

You say you're complicated,
I say too dramatic.
You think I underrate you,
I think I've finally had it.
With you never havin' time
'Cause half the time you spend designing brilliant tragedies,
And it's becoming your disease.

Won't let you unnerve me,
Won't let you deserve me,
And even if I kiss the dirt you're going to see me how I don't hurt,
And I don't hurt.

Hey, get over yourself!

The second shall serve as a reminder to myself and all of my friends:

"Princes and Frogs" -Superchick

All princes start as frogs and all gentlemen as dogs.
Just wait 'til its plain to see
What we're growing up to be.
'Cause some frogs will still be frogs
And some dogs will still be dogs.
Some boys can become men,
Just don't kiss us 'til then.

You hate men is what you say, and I understand how you feel that way.
All girls dream of a fairy tale,
But what you've got's like a used-car salesman
Trying to conceal what's wrong behind a smile and a song,
And I'm not saying that boys are not like that,
But I think you should know
That some of us will grow.
Because. . .

All princes start as frogs and all gentlemen as dogs.

Just wait 'til its plain to see
What we're growing up to be.
'Cause some frogs will still be frogs
And some dogs will still be dogs.
Some boys can become men,
Just don't kiss us 'til then.

You found him is what you say,
And we all want you to feel that way.
The frog you've got seems cute enough to kiss,
And maybe frogs seem like that's all there is,
But just because you haven't found your prince yet
Doesn't mean you're still not a princess,
And what if if your prince comes riding in
While you're kissin' a frog what's he gonna think then?
So look into his eyes,
Are you a princess or a fly?

All princes start as frogs and all gentlemen as dogs.

Just wait 'til its plain to see
What we're growing up to be.
'Cause some frogs will still be frogs
And some dogs will still be dogs.
Some boys can become men,
Just don't kiss us 'til then.

Yes, that pretty much says it all. :)

Of Frustrations and Letting Go

Recently I have become quite frustrated with a plethora of events in life that are somewhat beyond my control. Why is it that, as humans, we tend to worry the most over that which we cannot control? Perhaps, if I could answer that question, I could remedy this plague and make my life much more simple. I feel that it should be easier for me to deal with certain circumstances. There just seems to be some block in my head. Some mental block that I can't get rid of. That's right, I am a blockhead.

"What is the root of your frustration?" you might ask.

"Boys," I will tell.

Well, I'm going to be in my hometown this weekend. I'm going to visit some of the loved ones that I hold so dear and miss greatly. I'm going to do my best to just let go and let life take me where it will. You have my word.

Shelf-less Service

"Cherish! Come here! Come see this!" a voice echoes from the boys' hall.
"Uh-oh..." I think. So many thoughts cross my mind. What could it be? I follow the sound, and it leads me to Jay's room.
"Is this blog-worthy?!" he beseeches pointing to the shelf on the wall. The shelf now full of food storage.
"Oh, yes," I say and snap a picture on my phone, "it most definitely is."
"It'll last about a week," he ponders, "I think."
"You could sell it!" I offer.
"I could..." he concludes.

Oh, dear. What have I done?

Football Follies

Yesterday was the Badgers' first home game! Exciting, right? Not so much... We played the Arizona Western Matadors, and we lost. The final score was 35-17. Ouch. I've never seen our team lose, so my bubble was burst! It's okay, though. I'm not totally heartbroken. It was just strange. There were a lot of injuries to our team members, too. It was kind of bizarre. I hope they're all okay! On the plus side, the game ended with an awesome rainstorm which produced a stunning double-rainbow. It was a pretty cool sight.

Our QB went down...

...but so did one of their guys.

Team Shot!

Lava-Lava Leaving

Today marks the first day of a long weekend! Woo hoo! Time for sleeping in, relaxation, and...homework. Oh, dear. Not fun. Most of my dormbies have vacated the premises. Majority of them went home for the weekend to enjoy camping or other activities of the sort with family and friends. Another group decided to go to the stomp put on by the Snow Rugby team! They were all pretty excited. It is rather quiet in the hall. Something I'm not used to. It almost makes me a little bit sad, BUT I'm glad that my little dormbies are having the times of their lives! A few of them decided to make their own lava-lavas to wear to the stomp.

                  Kota and Ashley making their lava-lavas

                    

                                                                          Jay showing off his sweet design                    

RAd Adventures

So, this is officially my second night as the RA on-duty. I have been pretty lucky to have had mostly uneventful nights. The college has done a pretty good job of keeping my dormbies busy. Well, one of the girls decided to play a harmless little prank on another group of girls. How did they retaliate? Like this:

They took all of the signs from every other door and stuck them on hers.

I'm lucky they're rather harmless. I love girls sometimes. Only sometimes.

Hopper Horror

Living in Ephraim, Utah allows me to experience many new and exciting things each and every day. It is home to a wide variety of creatures (and I'm not just talking about the college students). It seems to me that Ephraim is being overrun by gargantuan, revolting grasshoppers! I hate grasshoppers! Do they know this? I think so! I swear to you, they plot against me. As I'm walking along, they tell each other, "Now, on three, we're all gonna jump at her from our surrounding positions. She'll scream. It'll be great entertainment for us! One...two...three...go! Oh, no, Harry! Hopper down!" Gross.