20th Anniversary of Life

Real quick.

Yesterday was such a beautiful one. Birthdays are so great because so many people tell you ‘happy birthday!’ and it just doesn’t get old. If it weren’t for cousins and cheese balls though it wouldn’t have been quite as good. And oh. It was.

So I wake up for work, get all ready to go, open the door to the kitchen and woah! On the counter right in front of me a gigantic tub of cheese balls with balloons and a cutely bowed-up present on top. Good morning to you too!

(p.s. Cheese balls are disgusting, so good, addicting, and tradition.)

Fast forwarding through work and dance and classes and reading textbooks in the library to the end of the day…

Lisa says we should forget homework and go to Zupas for dinner and then watch a movie. I say let’s! And let the movie be Batman Begins. So that’s what we did. We each three snuggled on the couch (not necessarily together haha) eating our delicious sandwich and salad to-go, and Christian Bale was out-of-this-world dazzling as usual.

I also got unlimited texting from Jameson, a really cool chocolate cookbook from Lisa (chocolate roulade, lebkuchen, and chocolate cherry cake coming soon to Apt #4 - please come), a pretty necklace from Aunt Teresa, snickers with a tiny toothbrush because “eating sweets is always okay as long as you brush your teeth after,” and even a ‘happy birthday’ pencil from the BYU Testing Center found in the depths of our couch. They’re creative those testing people. Let’s not forget lots of facebook well wishing. And of the best a singing voicemail from the family. I’m not embarrassed to say (okay I’m a little embarrassed to say) I listened to that thing… mmm… lots of times. I like it when that bass of Papi’s comes in. I don’t know why he sits at work and hides his bass under a bushel. He could go on tour. Actually the real reason I keep listening to it is because I forget which channel the big fat lady is on.

Channel 80 by the way. I uh, double checked.

It's All In the State of Mind

The Man Who Thinks He Can

If you think you are beaten, you are;
If you think you dare not, you don’t.
If you’d like to win, but think you can’t,
It’s almost a cinch you won’t.
If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost,
For out in the world we find
Success begins with a fellow’s will;
It’s all in the state of mind.

If you think you’re outclassed, you are;
You’ve got to think high to rise.
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.
Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man;
But soon or late the man who wins
Is the one who thinks he can.

--Walter D. Wintle

A Potent Contagion

So I met an exceptional person recently. But get this. He’s exceptional …and young. Why so exceptional? Oh, just because he's good. As I’m sure you have, I’ve met many an angelic grandma or grandpa, but not often do you run into a young someone just as good. (Now don’t underestimate the adjective.)

I’ve wondered what makes me so sure that a person’s good when they’re good. For one thing, they pretty much always have great people skills, which are all about lifting everyone else up. For instance, back to this guy. He compliments, he encourages, and he makes you feel like a million bucks. There’s this absence of pride, and lots of decency. Maybe it sounds cheesy, but there really is something about a person’s countenance too. You can read it! And you get related vibes when you're around them. Some people give off vibes of plain ‘ol goodness.

The cool thing is that it is so contagious.

After being near him 25 minutes I’m ready to devote my life to making other people feel the way he makes other people feel. And why couldn’t/shouldn’t/wouldn’t I? I have a mouth, arms, legs... and I'm set. Not to imply that it doesn’t take considerable effort, because the influence a good person has on others stems just from their being so thoroughly good, which is harder to be than I’d wish it. But those kind of people make me feel like doing good is way too simple and way to influential to not do. So what do you say we go hop on the bandwagon and do some good in the world.

Also? They are extremely attractive. So attractive in fact, that I would take a truly good guy over Jimmer Fredette any day. *Woah now. She must be serious.* Haha : )

good

Wholesome, Right, Virtuous, Commendable, Kind, Benevolent, Honorable, Pleasant, True, Loyal, Pure, Innocent, Favorable, Agreeable, Saintly, Angelic, Respectable, Righteous, Pleasing, Genuine

Saturday is a Special Day

First of all, today is Saturday. Second of all, I’ve only published two blogs so far because it’s scary sticking stuff up here. Too much pressure I tell you. Yes, there are a total of two people following this. Yes, they are two very-not-scary people. Yes, it’s not like… well. Still!

I wish every blog was top notch, but not today (or ever for that matter.) I just have to tell you all about my very uneventful day which was very uneventful. Then I’ll be able to study all about protein synthesis, genetics, and cell division ‘till I can’t take it anymore and I crawl in bed.

Can I just say? Thank goodness for Sundays.

Alright here we go. I woke up at 7:25, got out of bed at 7:33 and me and my shuffle were off down the road swinging that ponytail by 7:39. The run was so-so, same ‘ol, and good.

When I got home I made my bed, took a shower, and ate oatmeal for breakfast. Sat on the couch and studied Biology. Biology. Biology. Biology. Cleaned our kitchen and made some cranberry muffins. Biology. Biology. Then I made curried kale and rice. Too much curry, but delicious. Watched BYU vs TCU Basketball game. 107 to 77. Go cougars! Oh and I decided on Jimmer Fredette. What, don’t you think we’d make a cute couple? Biology.

And then! I got my internet to work. That’s big news and one of the reasons this blog just has to get an update. Because it can.

Then I decided to write a blog before I do more Biology.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Some Saturdays just go like that.

For the Sake of Sporadic Drops

I think the feeling you get every once in a while that makes you want so bad to write is simply an itch to create something. Yes. My not being able to think up something to build my creation out of (a good story for instance) slows any creative juices to a pathetic flow of sporadic drops. But anyway, the point is creating something. I’m starting to think that’s what I’m trying to get at each time I crave “babbling” onto a Microsoft Word Document.

Isn’t it true that there is something satisfying in creating? For example. Yesterday I spent almost an hour cleaning our apartment. I washed and put away the dishes, swept, threw pointless-to-keep-around papers in the almost full garbage, vacuumed our crumb-littered living room carpet, folded blankets, rearranged the bookshelf, heaved an extra TV into the corner of the room, wished I had a place for the third one (the dumpster out back?), hung a few coats in the closet, threw a few high-heeled hooker boots under those, then fluffed the yellow polka dot pillows. There.

This is where I stop and enjoy the transformation. Especially with the five cheerful sunflowers on the kitchen table (putting my once beautiful and wonderfully sweet smelling but now wilted, week-old valentine flower to shame), the kitchen was a pleasant sight.

Our living room too, was at least better. The whole apartment was, not to sound sappy – peaceful.

You see, I felt as I stood there just… uh, basking? in the cleanness of the dumpy little space I pay too much for every month, that I had created something. So yes, there is something satisfying in creating. Babbling, bytheway, is creating. You take this blank page (or messy apartment) and make it into a cool page (clean apartment.) Which is why I have my laptop on my lap (hey what’ya know!) - to babble. Of course I couldn’t think of anything to babble about (we’re talking extremely sporadic drops here), but I still wanted to babble, so I babbled about why on earth I feel this strange need to babble. Hence the babbling.

Ehem.

I feel satisfied now.

Blog Numero Uno!

What a wonderful idea a blog.

I love to write! I have a folder in my computer labeled "Precious Babblings" that I finally created after realizing how many random documents filled with random ramblings cluttered this laptop. I like to write them, and I especially like to read them. If I ever take myself too seriously, going back and reading a few "precious babblings" will fix that in a jiffy.

The thing is, most of them are pretty sarcastic, a handful are just silly, and I would say 90% of them are either really depressing or extremely... jubilant. Because those are the times you itch to write. Ya know? I'll try to avoid the total extremes here. I'll have to remember a blog is something people can actually read. Not just notes I stick in my pathetic little "Precious Babblings" folder to either delete or laugh about later. Okay, some of them are alright.

Anyway. I gotta do some homework. So toodles.

Stasia