Oh, I should so be doing my Pearl of Great Price Homework right now. See, I just kind of attempted to do it (and completed one of two worksheets, so kudos to me), but definitely bought the wrong packet of readings - Doctrine and Covenants instead of Pearl of Great Price. Fail. Whatever, so that's going to have to wait until Tuesday, when I can buy the right one.
Also, I'm attempting to write this while watching Megamind. Inadvisable. Have you missed that one? I think you have...I don't remember...Grand Dreamworks animated film. Focuses on a really crappy supervillian with a heart of gold and his arch-nemesis with a giant chin and great hair. Voiced by Will Ferrell, Tina Fey, Brad Pitt, David Cross and totally hilarious. You'll have to see it when you get back if you didn't catch it on the way out. Of course, following your immediate and undoubtedly repeated viewings of HP 7.1 and 7.2.
First week of school. I love school. I'm such a sick person. I forget how insanely exciting is the first week of school - I was practically vibrating with happy energy all of Monday. Classes seem like they will, at the very least, be a lot easier than last fall semester. Perhaps even an improvement upon Winter and Spring Semesters :) I kind of love my classes, and my favorite professor - who was supposed to retire, but got roped into one last class - is teaching one of my classes. I'm excited. Do you ever feel like some things are promising because they remind you of other really awesome times in your life? This feels like the beginning of my fall semester sophomore year. Most auspicious :)
Hahaha the other thing about first semester of school, however, is that Chris is back in my presence on a regular basis.
Dahahahahhaa.
First of all, he was good enough to shave his head. Well, buzz, if we're being fair. Regardless, he looks nothing like himself. That's convenient for me. It's really difficult to do that stupid thing where you reminisce while creepily staring at someone when their head stares back.
[Interruption of regularly scheduled programming to inform you that I just saw a picture of Gandalf with Morgan Freeman's face captioned "Gandalf the Black."]
Also, his girlfriend is a civil engineer (too lazy to check if I already told you that), so I've seen them wandering around the engineering building together. So marvelously, hilariously awkward. The way we determinedly avoid eye contact on these occasions is a work of art. I've decided that awkward totally improves my life. Awkward is magnificent. It's hysterical. 90% of my dating stories would stop being funny if awkward weren't a significant part of them.
Eh, and at least Spencer is off being good with someone else's family now :) The girl he's marrying is, like, ridiculously beautiful. She's all giant slanty blue-green eyes and lots of dark wavy hair and some deeply enviable clothes. As long as we're talking about how strangely my mind works, I will confess some weird depression upon seeing her. I don't miss Spencer (although he's absolutely a wonderful person), but there's nevertheless something unsettling in feeling that you threw away someone who subsequently proceeded to procure an upgrade on you.
Actually, I could go on for a while about my thoughts on being around people who knew me at specific parts in my life, and how I prefer to avoid people who are connected to certain eras.
The reason I have more thoughts to share on this subject: I was surprised to find people in my current ward - boys - who lived in my freshman ward and remembered me. Was also surprised to find some level of discomfort with that fact. Not their presence - I rather like both of them, actually. Honestly, I think I weirdly expect people like, not to recognize me if they last saw me during a completely different phase of my life. Granted, this desire for shock and awe is a little more justified in their case, as I was all chubby with hair about ten inches shorter and practically black the last time they saw me, but still. This really strange thing happened freshman year...it's like I was moving on a trajectory following high school, completely changed course freshman year, and then went in an altogether new one for the rest of my college experience. I wasnot. happy. for so much of freshman year, which is a greater contrast to how I am now than the way I look. I suppose I want people's jaws to drop at how different I am, even if they have no hope of seeing the true depth of my transformation. And, it must be said, sometimes I vainly just want them to be like, "hey, weird, that girl's actually sort of hot now. Who knew."
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