28 November 2011

All I Want is the Muppets

Thanksgiving was fantastic. I did absolutely nothing productive. Really. I sat and read most of the break. I’m currently hooked on the Mistborn series by Brandon Sanderson. It’s fantastic. Really.

I also went over to my sister’s in-laws for Thanksgiving, for the third year in a row, which I can’t believe. It was again fantastic. We ate. And sat. And sat. And ate. And sat. And sat. I could not imagine a more satisfying day of digesting.

And now I’m back at work. And all I want to do is watch The Muppets. Doesn’t this picture make you want to drop whatever you’re doing and rush to the theater? I know. Me too. But instead, I’m at work. And I’m trying not to be grumpy about it, but instead think of the joy that awaits me as I go to watch The Muppets as soon as I can.

19 November 2011

Civic Duty?

Today I called the cops for the first time. I've lived in really safe places my whole life (except for maybe Sao Paolo....that was a little sketchy at times) and I've never really felt unsafe.

I won't go into detail, but suffice it to say that there was a sketchy kid hanging around my apartment complex and I decided that the cops should come by just to check things out.

I got a call a couple hours later from an officer informing me that they had caught that kid stealing and he'd been arrested.

Everyone keeps telling me good job for fulfilling my civic duty and after the cop called I felt the same way. But now I don't know. It's the same feeling of buyer's remorse. I'm not sorry that I called. I needed to. I'm just sad that someone was arrested because I called. I know that I didn't get him arrested; he got himself arrested. But it just feels like that.

I hope that I'm never in this position again. It's not fun.

14 November 2011


Yesterday my apartment was asked to do an "apartment spotlight" for our ward (LDS congregation). My roommates weren't super thrilled with the prospect, but I thought I would have some fun with it. So I wrote some limericks about my roommates (and me!). I thought I would share them with you.

Amanda has hair that is ginger,
Young men's hearts she tries not to injure,
Her disposition is kind,
She has a keen mind,
When dancing she tries not to linger.

Angela is one lovely raven,
French cuisine she's sure to be cravin',
Psychology she studies,
She's good to her buddies,
Her cooking transports you to heaven.

Our Lauren is prone to giggle,
When sleeping she tends to wiggle,
A care-taker pro,
To one's aid she does go,
Lauren's sure to never be fickle.

The limerick about me was written by my friend Chelsea a couple years ago, but I lost it and could only remember the first two lines and the fourth. So I made up the rest.

Laura is a linguistic RM,
Of her friends she inquires about men,
She reads lots of books,
And tells stories forsooth,
On her bike you can find her. Amen.

I hope that was as entertaining for you to read as they were for me to write...

11 November 2011

Numbers Crunching

Let's pretend this is me, okay? Okay.
Can I tell you a secret?

Okay good.

I love crunching numbers, making pie charts, and creating statistical reports. I think it's fun. So thank you Independent Study directors, for requiring that I make a weekly report. I'm sure I will look forward to it every week. (Note, this was not written with a sarcastic or ironic tone. I'm serious. Really.)

07 November 2011

Getting Older

Today my coworkers were talking about how they're getting more tired as they get older. They're both in their mid-late 30s.

Unbeknownst to them, I had taken a nap in a booth in the former cafeteria that houses my office during my lunch break because I could barely keep my eyes open. A bench. And I had to wake up to my alarm. Well, pretend to wake up at least. Granted the past few days had been very taxing. But still.

I'm only 25. Things do not bode well for me.