I have 10 minutes

More than twice this year I've seen people carelessly walking around campus with a giant wad of toilet paper in one of their nostrils. Runny nose? I think that would be a horrific experience to be caught with anything protruding from my face besides my nose itself--attached my most important limb in all it's glory. I will admit, that right now I feel very much tempted to conform to their grossness because there is an unhealthy amount of liquid seeping from my nasal cavity. I hate being sick.

I've had two "epiphanies" this week:

"Does you Mother know you're dressed like that?"

You can interpret that one as you will--I thought that when I saw someone walking in a t-shirt and shorts when it's ridiculously cold outside--winter--snowy mountains...but immodesty on campus bugs me too.

and

"How is it possible that people get paid to play computer games?"

 I was walking to drop off a paper and saw tutors just playing games on their computers in the JKB. If I knew more about video games I'd know the name but they were probably making an army to go kill someone. I'm sure there could be something more productive to do. Am I judging? Yes. Are you judging me? Probably.

I could lie but it's not that kind of blog.

A Dream About Quarters

Waking up in the morning like I had been out and about is not exactly what I was going for when closed my eyes last night. It feels like a dream--wait it was a dream. Sometimes I feel guilty when i wake up after having strange memories of something that I wondered was real or not... like I should be able to know where I had been for the last few hours of my life but could not tell reality from surrealism. My body was in my room but last night my mind had been outside during mid-day walking on the sidewalk on 9th. east going south. As I was walking along I saw a quater.

( I know, it's not a quater. Google pics only can answer so many pleas)

No one should get overly excited, but I did.  With delight in my step I picked up a quater. My eye caught hold of another--really? Another one? Not complaining. I picked it up. Low and behold, as I kept continuing forward I kept finding more of them. They were multiplying and i started to be grateful for math. What I would find were quarters evenly dispersed-- waiting for me. As I came across them it was automatic to pick them and while doing so wondered who was watching and who had "dropped" them here.


As I kid whenever I would find a penny I would scream, sort of obnoxiously, "MINE!" and run to grab it. It was so bad even my family was aware that I was overly obsessed with finding coins on the ground. My brothers, as loving as they are (note the sarcasms?), planted a penny on the carpet in our living room. I was probably doing math problems my Mom gave me as homework (during summer vacation mind you) when my brother Phillip said, "Oh, look, there's a penny right here. I wonder who's it is?"--yep, he said that nonchalantly to himself...I should have known. I screamed, just like the naive and inoccent 8 year old that I was the four letter word: "MINE!". He laughed a while and then said, "Diana, we put that there." The fact that he said we meant that it was a conspiracy three brothers versus one sister. I probably got smug and stuck in it my pocket. I made my own rules as a kid...i chose not to believe but made the mental note: Don't listen to your brothers. Annnnd I stopped getting overly excited about a finding.


Was my subconscious getting to me? Is it from my Human Development class where I'm learning about Fraud and how the subconscious can withhold certain "truths"? If that is the case, then my eduction is paying off--I didn't realize I was learning anything yet and it's been 3 weeks. Woody Allen is right. 80 percent of success really is showing up.


i bent down and collected 2 quarters, then 3, and this process continued on as I with disbelief started to question the wealth I was receiving from the shower of quarters under my feet. Near the end of my quest I was led to a pile of quarters and a thrown and lonely leather wallet who laid upside down yet opened revealing no bills, and by the looks of it had lost it's owner. I picked it up. Distraught that all these silver circles of importance had an owner and was resolved to returning them, I reflected back to my disbelief that I knew that my find had been too good to be true.


When I saw the picture on the I.D. I wondered how this could be. I knew the owner. It was my Pearl of Great Price religion teacher from Winter 2009. DREAM. But, in reality, He always reminded me of a cartoon character, with his white hair and round body--he'd throw his hands in the air when he was tickled--intellectually. 


I think at the end I found him, and he started lecturing me. I woke up how my dream ended...slightly disappointed.

Slipped

Like a foot to the ice
and the fall to the ground
what was once in my mind
escaped

Poem writing isn't my forte. I had a profound thought a few minutes ago and then it slipped me and my mind. It has been one of my longest days and that is the first of many, and I am questioning the next four months of my life....good thing Elder D. Todd Christofferson came to BYU campus and spoke to all the world and single adults last night. What would I ever do without an apostle of Jesus Christ in my life? Not to mention the prophet. He gave wonderful counsel and of that counsel what sticks out in my mind is when he said, and I am paraphrasing...when you want to give up, just hang on. I don't plan on giving up...but just from being physically tired, it can turn the picture grey.