Really this post is about my lack of desire to do my homework. I have this outline due tomorrow and I have zero desire to work on it. Isn't it funny how interesting every other aspect of life becomes once I have homework to do? My room all of a sudden needs to be cleaner than an operating room, my nails need to be painted, and my books need to be alphabetized. 

I've know about this outline for quite some time now; three weeks if we're putting numbers on it. Really though, I didn't mean for it to come down to the night before. I was struck by the Provo Plague a week ago and it really threw everything off. (For those of you unfamiliar with the Provo Plague, it is the worst type of cold known to mankind...I'm not sure I am going to make it, but the doctors are optimistic). On top of this bought with illness all of my other classes assigned massive papers too. So instead of tackling this mountainous pile of homework, I'm updating my blog :) I noticed that I have been neglecting it for quite some time so here's the update on my life:

1. I finally replaced my CamelBak water bottle that I lost about 6 weeks ago and am again enjoying full hydration.
2. I purchased a signature scent (Miss Dior by Christian Dior) and feel that I am now one step closer to being all grown up.
3. I decided to go on a limb and purchased a tube of bright red lipstick. I am enjoying this newfound boldness.
4. I am finishing up my application to the strategy program and should know by the end of the semester if I am accepted.
5. I am beginning to look for internships on the east coast and bubble with excitement at the prospect of a summer in New England.
6. I began reading the Chronicles of Narnia and love CS Lewis even more.
7. I now play Scramble with friends and realized that Boggle is not one of the talents that I was blessed with.
8. I have successfully made 2 delectable soup and dessert combos. 
9. I have stepped on every crunchy leaf between my house and campus. 

I LOVE FALL!! It is the best season ever :) I love the leaves, the crisp morning air, wearing sweaters, and the abundance of pumpkin dishes that make their way into my diet.  I love seeing the fiery red, warm orange, and mustard yellow dotting the mountainside.  It feels like the mountain has caught on fire and it is slowing creeping down to the valley.  Fall makes me want to buy a house in New England with a big wrap around porch so I can bask in the glories of autumn while I drink warm apple cider.  

Idyllic 


Fall also seems to bring an increase in rain.  I often fall asleep to the sound of rain on the roof.  The cloudy days make me want to curl up on the couch with a quilt and watch Pride and Prejudice over and over again. 

Fall is the beginning of sweaters, scarfs, corduroys, and pea coats.  The rich colors of the leaves are seen in the olive green, mustard yellow, and deep burgundy sweaters splashed across campus. I love seeing everyone bundled up against the autumn wind as we all scurry to class. For some reason it just makes me happy.  

I don't know what it is, but there's just something magical about fall!


You may be thinking that I am about to divulge all the secrets of my love life based on the title of this post, but, before you get too excited, let me just say that you will be sorely disappointed.

Yesterday at work some co-workers and I decided to delve in the philosophical realm.  We started with some easy: What is love? (baby, don't hurt me...sorry I couldn't resist).  The answers of respect, putting another first, etc. came but we wanted something a little more tangible than that. 

We came up with a few litmus tests to determine when you're in love (thanks to all the contributors!):

Love is when you let them eat the last piece of cheesecake.

Love is when you don't want hang out with anyone else.

Love is when we're willing to give them a foot massage.

Love is when you let them choose the radio station, even if it's oldies.

Love is crossing international borders for them.

Love is when you can kiss them even if they have bad breath.

Love is when you let them DVR over your favorite show. 

Love is when they go fishing with you even if they hate it.

Love is when you spill your spaghetti and it doesn't even matter.

Love is pretending not to be cold so she can have your jacket.

Love is pausing a video game to text her back.


Last night I was talking with a friend who had been having a hard day.  She suggested that we play the 'Thankful Game' to help her feel better.  In this game you alternate between the two players saying what you're thankful for.  We began and said everything from thunderstorms to flannel pj pants.  At point I said that I was thankful for my professors.  I said it just kind of in passing, but as I was thinking about this later I realized how truly grateful I am for them.

Teaching is such a selfless profession.  My father and my brother are both teachers and they spend so much time helping others.  I remember Papa Lo leaving in the evening to go to the rescue of a student who was struggling in class or teaching the morning he broke his hand so his students would be prepared.  Papa Lo has bought books, written letters, and made countless phone calls on behalf of his students.  

I am grateful for my professors who spend just as much time on my behalf.  I am grateful that they plan lessons, hold office hours, and answer my countless questions.  It is so wonderful how invested they are in my future! I am truly blessed to be in this situation. How amazing it is to learn from these renowned scholars and teachers. The selfless sacrifice of teachers everywhere, I'm sure, will continue to bless the lives of students for years and years to come.  
Yesterday as I was leaving work I stopped into one of my supervisor's office, grabbed a pack of Skittles, and ran to class.  It was looking like it was going to be a good day.  As I was bouncing along, listening to the new Imagine Dragons album (fantastic!) I realized that there was a major flaw with my fun-size bag of Skittles: there were waaay too many yellow ones! Why do they even MAKE yellow Skittles?! No one likes them. The ratio of purple:yellow Skittles is always off. There's never enough purple and too many yellow.  Honestly, it's a crime.  

To deal with this dilemma I alternate between two schools of thought on how to properly get through a bag of Skittles.  
1) I eat the yellow first.  This makes sure that I end the bag on a high note (the purple).  However, by the time I eat the mountain of yellow, which is inevitably in every package, I am pretty much done with Skittles and can feel the sugar on my teeth...not good. 

This leads me to school of thought 2) Eat the yellow ones last.  This way I know I'll enjoy the purple and red ones, but I leave the situation with the after taste of simulated lemon in my mouth which I am not a fan of.  I have this thing where I can't throw half of the bag away so by the end I'm upset because of the sugar on my teeth AND because I'm eating yellow skittles. So really option two is a lose lose.  

Maybe the real answer to my problem is stop eating Skittles...or just buy the wild berry pack :) 

Notice the disproportionate amount of yellow present in this image....poor form, Skittles 

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