Candlelight

SO. David (The Boy) and I usually have a date night on Fridays. Last night was his turn to pick the date activity. For a while I thought he wouldn't be able to come up with something.... but he did. Here is the story.

We went to the gym on campus, which I love to do. Gym on a date night is awesome! Good job, David. We pumped iron hardcore, then we went back to our respective apartments and showered and beautified ourselves. (Well, I suppose David handsomeized himself and I beautified myself... anyway.)

I went over to his apartment to see what else he had planned. He opened the door and he was wearing a classy suit with a classy wine-red dress shirt. Woohoo!

I walked into the kitchen and found this:
(excepting that the lights were off so it was all candle-lighty and lovely)

Cute, yeah?!?! The sandwiches are pb&j and pb&deliciousyummyhoney, and the little green square on my plate is a piece of dee-lish German chocolate.

:)

David did a very good job. We even spoke Spanish for the duration of the meal so as to make it more romantica. :) Heh heh. It was good for me to practice my Spanish... the conversation was very one-sided at points because I didn't know enough words to respond to his fluent-ness. :)

Anyway, I thought I should do a post on this date just to show all the guys out there an example of a very cute, thoughtful, original (and uncostly) date, as well as to thank David for a fun night. (P.S. this was my first candlelight dinner, which makes it even more cute. Woohoo!)

So... what's my motivation?

Hallo. I am on campus right now, once again blogging when I really do not have time to blog.

Here is a picture of my current view.


I'm not sure why it's all heavenly and shiny/1980's looking (prob cuz my camera phone is dirty or something). It is certainly not heavenly. However, it is my favor-ite spot in the library. This is the first floor of the atrium. If you stand on the staircase, you can see up to the skylights in the library's main entrance.

Why did I post this?

Mostly, I want to distract myself from my giant pile of homework.

I have no motivation.

I need some motivation.

Somebody give me some motivation!

Bright lights and bright birds

It has been far too long since I have updated this blog. I have had absolutely no time to blog. Actually, I don't really have the time to right now, but I'm doing it anyway. Gotta let off some steam.

This week has been nuts. And apparently it's only Monday afternoon. Oh well. This is life eternal.

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Today my roommate and I were walking through an exhibit in BYU's fine arts center. The exhibit is up in preparation for BYU's production of the play A Thousand Cranes, which is the story of a young Japanese girl who had leukemia as a result of the atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima. She believed that if she folded 1,000 origami paper cranes, her illness would be cured and she would be able to live. She folded and folded and folded, but passed away after many months of suffering from cancer.

The exhibit consists of a massive display of folded paper cranes, tied in long rows with string. I remember my mom folding and stringing colorful paper cranes when I was little. The strands of folded birds are beautiful, created from a variety of types of paper. The end result is beautiful.

The gallery surrounding the exhibit is composed of photographs and drawings of the aftermath of the bomb. The destruction is completely devastating. Crumbling buildings,charred fields, and maimed bodies are a testament to the horrors that destroyed cities within seconds.

My roommate and I were both astounded at the poignancy of the display. We both thought back to our high school days, and we realized that much of the history education from the WWII period focuses on Western Europe, almost completely passing over the events that occurred in the Pacific and other parts of the world.

What amazed me the most about the exhibit at the fine arts center was the contrast that was so easily visible. On the one hand, the dark gray of burned buildings in the photographs, the dismal dark reds of the images of injured flesh; on the other hand, bright paper cranes, in every color imaginable. Bright flashes of light--unstoppable blasts of atomic force--led to the creation of both scenes. How is it possible? And how is it possible to be able to recover from such destruction?

Today I will remember bright birds. I will remember them so I can remember what kind of hope is possible when everything else seems to be destroyed.

Poetic blast from the past

I have absolutely NOTHING interesting to post, so I'm going to post some poetry I wrote in 9th grade. Yes, I used to write poetry. All the time. Multiple times a day. Every day. I was a little bit freaky in my younger days. There's nothing wrong with poetry, but I was one of those weird kids who always felt so much and just had to get it out by writing. I only wrote in black pen and I wore mostly black shirts. Yeah.

I'm going out on a limb (my left arm, to be specific) by publishing this. I've never done this before. Here we go!

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Static

The headphones cling
like shining leeches
to his sweat-slicked ears.
The static hisses--

heavy,
faithful

--and he sulks
beneath his black
noisemaker god.
There is a glare in his
monster-green eyes and the

hisssssssss

is creeping over his tongue.

He jumps
at a

pause

in the music and
with a
snap
breaks his own
stiffened neck.

Fresh Start

I just got out of my first class of the semester--Women's Studies 222, taught by Prof. Brandie Siegfried (look her awesomeness up on Google).

I feel like I am covered in pixie dust.