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Adventures of the Week 9/27/15

Delusion shattering “pizza”

One thing I seem to be pretty good at is convincing people I have my life together. Sometimes I’m so good at this that I even manage to convince myself that I’m a functioning adult. But then something happens and I remember that actually I have no clue what I’m doing with my life. For instance, this week I tried to make pizza out of cauliflower. It was alright, but it wasn’t pizza. The next day, though, I had left overs. It was disgusting. I don’t know what happened to the caulipizza in my refrigerator overnight. But it was all sorts of nasty. I have learned that it’s always best to have a pizza back up plan. So I threw away the rest of the caulipizza and ate frozen pizza instead. Like an adult.

Furthermore, I have trouble feeling like I responsible adult when people ask me about my life plans. I think I’ll just start responding with the following picture.

didn't think I'd get this far

This actually applies to so many situations I find myself in.

Creepy guy outside my window

As a general rule, I don’t like guys using ladders to climb up to my window. Especially when I’m in there taking a nap and the noise wakes me up. But I guess it’s okay if he a) proposes really romantically or b) cleans my window for me. It happened to be the latter of the two this week. I have no idea who he was or why he climbed up on a ladder to clean my window. But thanks, Mr. Creepy Window Cleaner Guy. You’re alright, I guess.

Does anybody even care about the genitive case?

I recently started TAing for a class, and the past week has been kind of hectic trying to figure out what exactly is going on in the class. Friday I found out that I had to do a review session for a test the students are having on Monday. I haven’t taken this class in like 3 years. I also don’t have a text book for the class. So I’m not sure how to prepare to teach anybody anything. And I was looking at their assignments and it’s mostly stuff I remember, except that there were a bunch of subclassifications for types of the genitive case.

I don’t remember ever learning about the genitive case. Also the only online resources I can seem to find about it are in Latin. I always knew I should’ve learned Latin. So anyway, I’m going to wrap this up because I have to go to bed so I can wake up early so I can learn about the genitive case, even though I’m pretty sure it’s stupid and I don’t care about it.

Taylor Swift lyrics of the week: “Hey Stephen, why are people always leaving? I think you and I should stay the same.”

Other lyrics I like this week:

“I’m only one call away. I’ll be there to save the day. Superman’s got nothing on me. I’m only one call away.” One Call Away, Charlie Puth

“And if you want to buy me flowers, just go ahead now. And if you like to talk for hours, just go ahead now.” Two Princes,Spin Doctor

“But I love you more than words can say. I can’t count the reasons I should stay. One by one they all just fade away. But I love you more than words can say.” At Least It was Here, The 88

Adventures of the Week 9/20/2015

My organizational skills leave something to be desired.

I recently bought a new computer. I decided this week that it was finally time to go through all the files on my old computer and decide which needed to be transferred. I came across one titled “He Liked Green Jello.” Naturally, I transferred this. It was obviously important, though I didn’t remember writing it. As it turns out, the file was an essay on feminist approaches to Othello. I guess because Othello rhymes with jello? I’m sure whatever it was, I thought I was being very clever.

As a 90s kid, I am complete.

I was a good 90s kid. I ate my share of Wonderballs, French Toast Crunch, and 3D Doritos. I watched Full House and Animaniacs.I played with my Game Boy and those spinning fairy dolls that could decapitate small children.

You know. Those ones.

You know. Those ones.

But there’s one aspect of my 90s childhood that I have never quite been content with. And that is my lack of boy band knowledge. During the 90s my family exclusively listened to country music. This week I decided to check out some 90s boy bands. Because why not?

I. Love. Boy bands. I never expected to like them so much, but there it is. And now I’m wondering why I didn’t listen to them sooner. The songs were catchy. The dancing was synchronized. I can even see why girls thought the boys were cute, even if Justin Timberlake’s hair did hold an uncanny resemblance to Ramen noodles.

Children's Institute International's

Not that I can say much. I’m pretty sure I spent a good part of the 90s sporting sparkly, hot pink pants. As I understand it, true fans were either team *NSYNC or team Backstreet Boys. And I don’t know. Choosing is hard, but I think I’m leaning toward *NSYNC. But the Backstreet Boys want to show me the shape of their heart, so that’s pretty cool too I guess. I’ll let you know. Maybe this week I’ll try out some Hanson. Maybe even some New Kids on the Block if things get really crazy.

Strangers can be really nice.

Last night I was in need of a place to watch the BYU football game. An acquaintance invited me over to his house. So I show up at his house to watch the game, and the door is open so I just walk inside. This guy says hello, and I say “Hi, I’m here to watch the game.” I couldn’t see the guy who invited me over, but I assumed he was just in the kitchen or something. So I got chatting with these guys and finally one of them asked who invited me over. I said Dylan did. And it turns out nobody named Dylan lived there. But they also said I could stay and watch the game anyway, which was nice.

I did end up finding the party I was actually invited to. Which was kind of fun. They had a projector up in the back yard and had pulled a bunch of couches out onto the lawn. There were like 50 people and two dogs watching (actually the dogs were mostly sleeping). The guy who invited me still was not actually there. But at least I know his roommates. So like 3/50 people were not strangers.

Taylor Swift lyrics of the week: “You can plan for a change in the weather and time. But I never planned on you changing your mind.”

Other lyrics I like this week (which reflect the 90s binge):

“You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.” Kiss Me, Sixpence None the Richer

“Lookin back on the things I’ve done, I was trying to be someone. I played my part and kept you in the dark. Now let me show you the shape of my heart.” Shape of My Heart, Backstreet Boys

“You don’t wanna lose it again, but I’m not like them. Baby when you finally got to love somebody, guess what? It’s gonna be me.” It’s Gonna Be Me, *NSYNC

Adventures of the Week 8/13/15

Too much sportsball, not enough time!

One of the most common misconceptions that people have about me is that I don’t like sports. I’m not sure why people think that, but it isn’t at all true. I love sports. Like pretty much all of them. Except for soccer, which I think I’d like but I don’t have time to watch any more sports so I’ve just been avoiding it.

Things can get tricky this time of year because there are so many sports to watch. For instance, Friday night I had to choose between going to the women’s volleyball game or watching the  Cardinals play baseball. Not to worry, though. The baseball game had a rain delay which resolved the issue. Basically this whole post is going to be about sports because I can’t actually remember what else I did this week. Even though I’m sure I did lots of really cool stuff.

Football! Football football football!

On the off chance you haven’t been on Facebook in the past 24 hours (or I suppose if you aren’t friends with many BYU fans) I’ll point out that BYU won. Our new quarterback seems to be getting the job done. And with flair too. I think he’s going to be good. I don’t know why. Just a feeling. That has nothing to do with his music preferences, I’m sure.

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Rant time

One of the great things about having a blog is you can write about all sorts of things that people probably don’t care about. It’s a great medium for facilitating rants, such as the one I’m about to go on.

I have very strong feelings about proper seating etiquette for large group events. That is to say, if you’re that person singlehandedly trying to save an entire row of seats, I think you are very inconsiderate. I get saving a seat. Maybe two. But if I’m at a game an hour before it starts and can’t find a seat because you feel like taking up the entire bench, I bite my thumb at you. I mean there’s a girl climbing up to the nosebleed seats on crutches because you’re taking up all the available spots. Where is your humanity. Oh wait. She’s wearing the opposing team’s jersey. Eh. Let her hike.

But seriously people. Be considerate and let the people who are actually there early (not the ones who show up at halftime) have the seats.

Okay, rant over. For now.

Taylor Swift lyrics of the week: “It’s like I’ve got this music in my mind saying it’s gonna be all right.”

Adventures of the Week 9/6/15

Hi, I’m not interesting.

Ah, the first week of school. In which you get to make a lot of small talk with people, even though you’re ultimately going to have to ask them what their major is at least five more times. Introductions are sort of funny, though, in the sense that that they can be really effective in making you realize that you’re the most boring people in the room. Like everyone else is all “I can ride a unicycle” or “I climbed Mount Kilimanjaro this summer.” And you’re just sitting there trying to decide if there’s any possible way to put an interesting spin on your trip to Idaho. I mean that’s almost as glamorous as going to Tanzania, right?

Whatever. Like I said, nobody really remembers anything you say in your introduction anyway.

Library rage

This week I decided to take advantage of the fact that I didn’t have much homework yet. So I went to the campus library to grab a book. Except that I couldn’t find the book I was looking for, and I got unreasonably angry about it.

Not being able to find library books bothers me because it makes me feel stupid. Like I should know how to read call numbers, shouldn’t I? Such was the cause of my frustration while trying to navigate BYU’s “sampler” section. The sampler section, as it turns out, doesn’t use real call numbers. Just the author’s last name. The shelves are organized into genres, so it shouldn’t be too bad, though. Shouldn’t.

Riddle me this: where does one find a historical fiction when your shelf options are Romance, Mormon Fiction, Science Fiction and Fantasy, Westerns, Non-fiction, and Graphic Novels. Good question. I was not able to discover the answer. After 20 minutes of fruitless search, I tracked down a copy in another part of the library. They would only check it out to me for 48 hours. I know I read fast, but seriously?

What a hassle. Can’t a girl just check out a book about the persecution of Christians in seventeenth century Japan? For fun?

I should be sleeping

I don’t sleep well when it’s hot, and unfortunately it has been lately. Earlier this week I was lying in bed wide awake and I started thinking about this song by Emerson Drive “I Should Be Sleeping” and how fitting it was. So I got out of bed to listen to it on my computer. And that somehow led to me trying to decide what my favorite music videos were. I’ve included the list below, on the off chance you’re interested in knowing. Not surprisingly, they are skewed in favor of Taylor Swift.

Here’s to hoping it cools down soon.

Taylor Swift lyrics of the week: “All I know is you held the door. You’ll be mine and I’ll be yours. All I know since yesterday is everything has changed.”

Kyra’s Favorite Music videos

1) “Take on Me” by A-ha

2) “Bad Blood” by Taylor Swift, featuring Kendrick Lamar

3) “Everybody’s Got Somebody But Me” by Hunter Hayes featuring Jason Mraz

4) Blank Space by Taylor Swift

5) I Really Like You by Carly Rae Jepsen

6) Everything Has Changed by Taylor Swift featuring Ed Sheeran

7) Lego House by Ed Sheeran

8) Bad Day by Daniel Powter

9) Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran

10. Honey Bee by Blake Shelton

Honorable mention to Leader of the Pack by the Shangri-La’s (since it’s not actually a music video).