Giving Up

I have a really hard time when people break up. Whether its on tv or in real life I just hate change. So tonight when I heard very clearly my roommate and her fiancée breaking up, I felt awful and very awkward. I didn't know if I should say something or what when I knew she was crying in her room. So I took in the only remedy I knew of to fix a broken heart. I knocked at her door and when she opened I said, "I have horribly fattening food. You need it." She didn't argue at all and I felt like for once I may have actually said the right thing.

Friend Purging....

I think the whole "Friend Purging" thing on Facebook is utterly ridiculous. Why is it that you want to spend hours upon hours unfriending people? Does it really matter how many people you're friends with on Facebook? No.
I just realized I was unfriended by someone...and then I realized I didn't care...because I didn't like that person anyways. Again....not really seeing a point to the friend purge.

This is what happens when you make us read a poem about boobs.

So today in British Literary History Dr. Cooper-Rompato split us into groups and made us read and report to the class on Robert Herrick's, "Upon the Nipples of Julia's Breasts". This is apparently classical literature. And while I try not to question Dr. CR's judgment I feel that maybe the boys in the class and myself are not mature enough to handle this material. In fact, all the poems we read today were about sex and this poor Julia character that has been forever immortalized as a skank through Herrick's poetry.
Unfortunately, the assignment was to read the poem to the class and explain it to them. If you actually read this poem Herrick is in no way unsubtle in his attempt at describing this woman. I mean the title is blunt enough. So then when my group got up to share what the poem was about....we had to somehow make it about the iambic tetrameter and the rhyming couplets...and not about what the boys in the back of the class were sniggering about.
The actual laughter from the class comes with Andrew Marvelle's poem, "To His Coy Mistress". This poem is about carpe diem and you're only young once...so the narrator is trying to convince the girl to sleep with him. Somewhere in the poem vegetables are mentioned. I admit this was confusing...but then a boy in my class put it very beautifully, "I ask you, what on earth is sexier than a cucumber?" This remark pretty much alleviated the tension in the class...but I still find myself missing Donne's poetry....a flea is a lot less blunt.

Nursery

My mother is in the Primary Presidency of our ward. So when I go home it is not uncommon for her to ask me to either teach a class or help with sharing time or something.
Well this past weekend my mother asked me to go help out in nursery. This is probably the best calling. Ever.
First the kids watched a video about what the creation. I even enjoyed this video...it played awesome music while showing animals and fish. It was entertaining.
Then we got to do a lesson...which I don't actually remember anything about because I was too busy watching this little boy try to put the moves on the only girl in nursery. He kept scooting close to her and putting his face right next to hers. Then I moved him over by me so he just tried to make a break for it. It was quite funny.
We all went on a walk...and the little kids get to choose an animal loop and we basically keep them on a leash while we go on the walk. Little lover boy from before turned out to be a bit of a handful. He kept letting go of his animal and trying to play with other things around the church. Eventually he just told me to carry him and I did.
Finally it was time to play with toys. This is where the real hilarity ensues. Little Quaid decided to play with a toy camera. It was one of the kind that if you pushed the picture button a picture inside the camera changed. He didn't realize this until I told him to look in the little hole. He tried to look at it with both eyes...which was funny, but eventually exclaimed, "There's a bird in there! How do we get it out?" He was extremely concerned for about ten minutes over the bird inside the camera. I about fell off my chair laughing.
I think that if my mom sticks me in nursery each week I might actually go home.

I'm still here....

I haven't updated in over 2 weeks. Not because I've forgotten....just because I haven't written anything I felt needed to be posted.
Spring break got thrown in the mix and I don't think I touched my computer for four days in a row. That happens when you have an iPod. So let's blame that shall we?
I feel like time is just flying past me. Is it already Thursday? Wow. I just got back up here on Sunday and it feels like it was yesterday.
Time just keeps slipping through my fingers. It blows my mind. I feel a little out of control. Like how I feel when I bomb it down a run really fast on my snowboard. There's a thrill in that, but also a paranoia....because at that speed crashing really hurts. I feel kind of like time is barreling me that fast through it...and there is the thrill...but the paranoia that I'm missing things.
Sometimes I feel like I'm in a dream state and that when I wake up I only remember a few of the things that happened. I don't know how to slow time down, stop the clock and catch my breath.
Each week seems to go by at a break neck speed....and I arrive at the weekend, only to speed up trying to get things done.
A good friend of mine once said, "Time stops for no one." Maybe at some point it will slow down a little bit so I can really enjoy the moments that I feel are passing me by.