Our toilet's name is Moaning Myrtle.

Naps are my new best friend, my saving grace, in fact. I fell asleep this afternoon with the intention of waking up after 20 minutes. An hour and 40 minutes later I wake up from my nap in a panic. I had a huge project due tuesday that was still far from being completed. I rushed to consult my syllabus a final time before fully diving in. I do this only to find that I had made a mistake. Fatty project isn't due for another 4 weeks! Instead I am expected to turn in a much smaller assignment tomorrow. I should take naps more often =]

I kind of have this obsession with ninjas. I am a ninja-chaser, afterall. It started last year when I attended a Japan club activity. We were split up into teams to find "the seven scampers" around campus. My team tore across BYU campus for over an hour trying to hunt down the handfull of asians in neon-colored unitards. We were given clues to five of the scampers' locations, but the remaining two scampers would just be running around campus as well, and we would have to catch them.

With only minutes left before we were to report back to base camp, my team spotted the last of the scampers. His unitard was black. He was jogging by the Tree of Knowledge? sculpture, and the moment he noticed us he booked it inside the McKay building. The chase was on.

My friend Jordan in the lead, we chased that dumb ninja through the McKay, Swicket, and JFSB, lunging over entire flights of stairs in efforts to keep up with him. We finally cornered him in the basement of the JFSB, and took our picture with him as our trophy.

Although we were not the first team to return to base camp, we were awarded first place because we were the only ones who succeeded in finding all seven ninjas.

I have been in love with ninjas ever since.

Quote from the day: "Life is awkward. You can do awkward things." -Melissa

My cousin Bron is my best friend. We are only five months apart in age, and we grew up, literally, across the street from each other. We had the same friends, we were in the same classes, and we were involved in the same after-school activities. I am the reason he graduated high school. He is the reason I cherish my childhood. Even when we arrived as freshmen at BYU, he and I were randomly assigned to the same freshman orientation group, and ended up having most of the same friends. Bron is currently serving a two-year mission for the LDS church in Auckland, New Zealand. He had wanted to go there ever since he saw Lord of the Rings. Before he left, the longest I had ever gone without seeing him was for a month, during summer 2008. And what a lonely month that was.

It has been five months since Bron left on his mission. It took an incredible amount of willpower not to storm the MTC during the week when our times in Provo overlapped. An event that happened in my family this fall had me aching for him, and Christmas just wasn't the same. I pray for his safety everyday.

Apartment-hunting has begun again. Melissa, Elise, and I took to the streets Saturday afternoon to check out some of our options. We fell in love with a couple different complexes, so it will be interesting to see where we will end up. Oh please, let the deciding-process be easier than last year!

I'm not sure I can call 2am a reasonable bedtime.

-Susie

Once Upon a Dream

The sun was setting as I broke out into a run. I chanced a glance over my shoulder as I rounded the corner. I was running out of options. I was running out of options of where to run. My chest was pounding. If I could just make it two more blocks....If I could just make it to Steven's....He'd protect me. My pursuers had been following me for hours, I knew this. But they had waited for the broadcast this afternoon before they started their chase. I knew what the wanted. But if I had anything to say about it, their efforts would all be in vain. I was almost there. I had finished my task and I was almost home free.....Keep on running Susie....



I have dreams similiar to this one all the time. Whenever I'm not sleep-drprived enough to actually remember my dreams, I'm regularly treated with some sort of a I've-got-to-save-the-world-secret-mission-ninja-chase. I'm not sure what this says about me or my life's motivation. But I've known for a while that I want to make a difference.

Since entering college however, my plans to make a difference have seem to be deflated somewhat. It was easy to make a difference in high school. People all around me were on my side, cheering me on, wanting to see me suceed. Then came BYU. Man, was I humbled. I was no longer unique. I was no longer the best. I was no longer sure of my role in life.

I struggled with picking a major for a long time. I bounced from Theater Education, to Media Arts, to Recreation Management, then to Elementary Education. As I was taking the pre-reqs for El Ed, I was trying the answer the question in my mind, "Do I want to help kids inside or outside of the classroom?" I finally came to the conclusion that I could make a difference in the lives of children outside of the classroom. I was back to Rec Management. I'm taking a couple of the classes for the major this semester, and so far so good.


I'd be jealous of my dreams too. =]


<3Susie