Right. So.It has been way too long since I last blogged.The lack of blogging has clearly taken its toll on my mental health. I have all these different thoughts coursing through my head and I'm afraid I won't be able to spill them all out in one coherent blog post. If I try to do this, then it might turn into one really long giant run-on sentence glaring you in the face and then how would that be? Pitiful, indeed.
First things first: college. I'm going to dedicate a whole other post as to why I chose Brigham Young University, for many reasons. Mainly because I need to remind myself of why I'm going and also to explain to others, especially those who know me, why I chose this school. But let's start with today's happenings involving them. I went to pick a room, and the only dorms left were the most expensive ones in Helaman Halls. (It's so Mormon, I know. I am so amused by this.) Not only are they the most expensive, but I need a really expensive meal plan to go with it. There is no way I'm going to pay $3,700--4,400 for a meal plan when I know I can do it for so much less. No way. Conclusion: I am not going to be living in the dorms. Yeah, I confess this is mildly disappointing. I had looked forward to the stereotypical college experience, if even for just one year, with the dorm life, roommates, etc. But looks like that is not happening. So now I have to search for alternatives, and this requires more work and effort on my part. THANKS, BYU. But oh well. My college expenses just went from a little over $7,000 to a solid $4,210. I can deal with that. That price makes me super happy.
Secondly: I am going to prom. My dress makes me feel like Elizabeth Darcy and this makes me really excited. I could totally get used to that feeling.
Thirdly: I got a summer job. It's at a 4H camp in Tennessee. I will be lifeguarding and cleaning and washing and gardening and all that other good stuff. I'm kind of excited for it. I hope to make some good money and establish some connections. That would be nice.
Fourthly: I'm confused. I don't know what I want, and then I worry that maybe art history isn't really what I want to major in and maybe I don't want to go to BYU or even Utah for that matter--hence why I need a blog post reminding me of why I'm choosing that school. (Also, I'm very intimidated by the number of Mormons in Utah. It's frightening.) I just need to be alone and think...but this is impossible with a family as big as mine. I left the house to make a deposit at the bank today and failed to tell mother. She called me ten minutes later frantically asking where I had went. And then a month ago, I was having an interview over the phone and I was up in my room talking to this guy when my dad knocks on my door. I'm in the middle of an interview, and the guy is in the middle of saying something, and my dad keeps knocking. I'm about to get off the phone, and so I figure I'll just wait a minute then explain to my dad what I was doing. But he keeps knocking, and it gets louder and louder. Until finally, I get off the phone only to open my door to see my dad with the door key in his hand, trying to unlock my door. Umm, hello? It was locked for a reason. Can you not wait? I don't know if it's just me, but I just felt like that was an overreaction. .....And that was a total divergence from the topic sentence of this "fourthly" point. But basically I don't know what I want anymore, other than the vague/general "be happy" or "to be successful in life." It's the getting there that I'm confused about.
K. I feel better now. I'll have to post some real/relevant/interesting blog posts soon. Sorry.
