Tuesday, July 31, 2012

For me

I figured out a way to be less mopey. It's pretty simple, but the answer is stay busy.

The answer is not watch 5 episodes of Grey's Anatomy by yourself all night then go to bed. 
The answer is not browse the internet/stalk people at work all day.
And it's not think/talk about how sad you are forever.

The answer is go to the Provo Library and get a library card. Check out some books and hang out in that upstairs area that's usually empty. 
Then read the books you checked out while you're at work instead of melting your brain with pics of ex-boyfriends and recently married people on the internet. 
The answer is maybe find a cool bike to buy since your old one got stolen and go out and buy it. 
Talk to your neighbor. 
Walk down the street to get a soda instead of driving through somewhere.
Do things. (knit?)
Stay busy.
Stop whining.
Stop worrying about what OTHER PEOPLE THINK. Or at least try really hard.
Be a good example.
Read your scriptures/listen to conference talks/pray.

There are still a lot of things to be sad about and to be anxious about, but I'm kind of just now realizing that they don't have to be my #1 focus. I feel pretty good right now and I hope when fall semester starts and I'm feeling bummed out again I can just remember this.

Not to mention my nephew is the cutest human in the world. 

And here he is with his Grandpa (my dad) being adorable.

So basically the answer to being happy or at least less mopey is stay busy, and nephew. Oh and also:

Think of how far you've come/think about cats

Friday, July 13, 2012

writing&life&stuff lol

Okay okay okay. 
So I was saving a word document last night and I stumbled upon a story I wrote in my freshman creative writing class.
You guys.
It was SO. BAD.

I remember writing it and thinking I was really obscure and cool and super talented. I was like SUPER excited to read it for the class on the last day.


I can't even...

You know how in like middle school your teacher would have you write something and then compare it to your writing at the end of the year? It felt like one of those moments. Only way more real. It also made me feel like my life is a lie. Maybe I'm actually still a terrible writer but no one will tell me. EESH.
I wish I had it with me right now so I could quote it to you. But really. It made me nauseous.

What word document was I saving in the first place you might be wondering? Oh just some "fan fiction" I've been working on called "Harry Goes to Hollywood." Not a big deal. 

It's totally a joke and I don't know if I'll even finish it, but it felt good to be writing. Maybe that's why I like twitter so much. I'm just getting ideas out there. Even if it's for comedy purposes.

In the fall I'm signed up for a class called "Writing for child and adolescent literature" because it basically sounded like the COOLEST THING EVER. And I'm also signed up for a sketch writing class. As in like comedy sketches...we'll see if I drop that one out of annoyance. (That blonde chick from Divine Comedy is teaching it and I didn't get into Divine Comedy and well I get really angsty when people think they are really good at something when they're just OK but people praise them for it anyway--see every EFY talent show I ever attended)

Anyway. Fall semester is lurking. It's coming up soon but I refuse to believe it. I bet it will be awesome, but not doing homework right now is kind of THE BOMB so I'll be sad to let that go. 
Also, ask me if I've done anything with the ad lab yet. I haven't. Being in the advertising major makes me feel like everyone around me is trying REALLY HARD and it stresses me out. So to compensate I do nothing? Basically.

Also, I got a new smarter phone a few weeks ago. It's pretty cool. And now I have instagram which means I take a million pictures of myself/everything.