Blog is Back!!

So, after reading Aeryn's blog today (http://aerleigh.qwriting.org/), I realized just how much I missed keeping my blog/journal. So, thoughts for the week.


I got a 93 on my Sociology Final!! Yes, that is an A! :) AND what's even better is that it's an A in North Carolina as well!


For my English class we had due dates. Some was due last Wednesday and some the Wednesday before that. I don't have the energy to get the real dates. Sorry. Anyway, so I show up on December the 8th to my English class. The FINAL due date. So, I sit down and begin to brag to my friend Travis about how smart and on top of things I am. I was able to get everything done BY Tuesday. SO... while everyone else would be up cramming and writing bad papers... I would be sleeping. 


Except that I had ONE paper I wanted to tweak. But still. I would be done before everyone else... right?! Heres's the conversation:

Me: Ya i'm pretty much done with everything. I got it all done this weekend and yesterday/today.

Travis: No way! I'm jealous. I'll be up until midnight typing my papers I just know it.

Me: Ya. AND I won't have to do any paper extensions.

*Let me digress. Paper extensions- a 2 page single spaced typed list of weird and random things you (the student) would be willing to do for an extension on your paper. For each paper you want an extension on, you have to do one of the things on your list.

Travis: Really? That is good. I have to do two of 'em.

Me: Ya. All I have left is to edit my Personal Narrative. But, that won't take long.

Travis: Wait... Your personal narrative?

Me: Ya?

Travis: hahahahahahahaha That was due last week.

Me: What? No way really?

Mrs. Spencer: Yep. Guess who will be doing an extension list!!

So. Here is the point of this story... I had to do an extension list. Yes. Call me a slacker. But whatever.  Mine was pretty epic. And quite ridiculous I must say. Some of them that were included:

·         Tie a scarf to every limb of my body and wear them around ALL day.

• Wear my bathing suit over my clothing ALL day.

·         Write love notes to 3 people and hand them to random guys walking by include my number.

·         Wear a pair of boy boxers over my pants.

·         Challenge people walking by to a wizarding duel.

·         Sing 3 primary songs for the class.

·         Make a music video to your choice of song.

·         Lay horizontally on the pavement in front of the Maeser building chanting “Heck no, I won’t go!” And force them to step over/around me.

·         Bring macaroni and cheese for the class.

·         Wear sweats. Sag them. Tape a sign to the shorts underneath that talks about how I turned in my paper late/Dr. Spencer's awesomeness. Your choice.

·         Create a slideshow of baby pictures. Tell my life story.

·         Hold a Q and A with my English class, exposing all my secrets.

·         Declare the day “Abstinence Day.” Shout this out and congratulate people for attending as they walk by.

·         Stand by the Maeser statue and insult everyone who walks by. Extreme fake laugh and explain how I was just joking and their “Dead fish skunk breath really doesn’t smell that bad.”

·         Take pictures of every couple walking by and try to charge them saying I just took their engagement pictures and pictures of this quality aren’t cheap.

·         Respond to everyone in Taylor swift lyrics/titles and movie quotes.

·         Sing (badly) in front of the Wilk.

·         Ask people for a sample of their hair. If they say yes whip out a pair of scissors.

·         Anytime anyone tries to talk to me put my phone to my ear and say loudly how glad I am they just called because some loser was just trying to talk to me.

Yes. All of those. And many more. 

Which one did she pick. Take two minutes. Reread the list. Then decide. An even better idea. Print out the list and take it around town. Ask 15 random people if they were in my teacher's shoes which one they would pick.

OK. Have you done all that? Good. 

Now guess which one she picked. That's right of all the embarrassing things she could've made me do. She picked the one I put on there without thinking. The one I really didn't want to do but hey there are 60 options. What are the chances?!

She picked bring maccaroni and cheese for the WHOLE class on final's day. 

I made FIVE boxes of Kraft maccaroni and cheese.

Two pots. The left one has 3 boxes. The right one has 2.

The ingredients. (Not pictured the 5/4 sticks of butter needed.)

The moral of this story. I will never EVER have (insert number) children that require FIVE boxes of maccaroni and cheese. EVER. And if by the odd chance I do find myself in a situation comparable to the Dugger family (19 and counting TV show on TLC) they:

1.Will not all have names that start with the letter "j" (or the same of any letter for that matter).
2. Will dress in the highest of end fashion.
3. Will eat nothing but cereal for every meal. I'm sorry but if I wanted to run a cafeteria I'd open a soup kitchen.

4. Will NOT be on TV. Unless it pays really well.

OH and to top of this story of fun... I made the 5 boxes. Combined the pots into one giant pot. Walked out the door (aka Tuesday the 14th). Called my friend Travis to make sure it was at 2:30. 

THE FINAL IS TOMORROW. Now my English class will be eating DAY old maccaroni and cheese. Nothing says paper extension like day old maccaroni and cheese.

Life Today.

I don't organize my thoughts very well. I don't really say what I want to say sometimes. I feel like a lot of it is just a big list of my day to day activity. But, maybe one day that will be of interest to me.

College. It's fun. Well... for the most part. The work can be overwhelming. But, my social life is slowly becoming non-existent. So, I have plenty of time for work.

I need to move dorms. I have 2 horrible roommates. I have an "eh" family home evening group. Our "sisters" are nice enough but, not interested in being like REAL friends. Our brothers... are a WHOLE different story. 3 are weird. 1 is a BIG black boy. 2 think they are hotter than they are. So, that was a bust.

I am ready for a new ward. New faces. New friends. Well, I have a few i'd like to keep in touch with. Jenna, Nikole and Ashley for starters. Then there's Lewis, Mitchell and Damon. And finally Ammon, Michael and Ashley.

I do enjoy their company for sure. It's not all what I expected. But, instead of moping around, I am trying to make the best of it. A different approach from previous posts.

I don't know what i'll do if I can't find a room to switch into. Probably change my name to Sam and my gender to male and secretly occupy one of the male dorm rooms. It's not my most well-thought-out plan. But it IS a work in progress.

I miss my family a lot. It's hard not seeing them. But I guess it's good practice for the future. When i'm married and living in my Mansion in the mountains on a lake in Colorado. (Boating in the summer. Boarding in the winter. Best of both worlds)

I like to dress cute. I feel weird wearing sweats to class. I've only done it twice so far. I felt like I would do it more but it's like my inner "Linda" is pushing through to my subconscious and driving me to wear my cute clothes EVERYDAY. Which I do. But, my good style hasn't helped make friends.

In fact, I was informed it's the smiley faces in my texts that make people like me. Sad life huh?

I'm getting to bed. School seems kind of pointless. I am getting the work done. I am studying. I just don't feel like i'm learning. I think I have pretty good grades, but I am VERY nervous for my first set of finals in like a week and a half. Wish me luck.

I leave the 18th. YES.

Life Today.

I don't organize my thoughts very well. I don't really say what I want to say sometimes. I feel like a lot of it is just a big list of my day to day activity. But, maybe one day that will be of interest to me.

College. It's fun. Well... for the most part. The work can be overwhelming. But, my social life is slowly becoming non-existent. So, I have plenty of time for work.

I need to move dorms. I have 2 horrible roommates. I have an "eh" family home evening group. Our "sisters" are nice enough but, not interested in being like REAL friends. Our brothers... are a WHOLE different story. 3 are weird. 1 is a BIG black boy. 2 think they are hotter than they are. So, that was a bust.

I am ready for a new ward. New faces. New friends. Well, I have a few i'd like to keep in touch with. Jenna, Nikole and Ashley for starters. Then there's Lewis, Mitchell and Damon. And finally Ammon, Michael and Ashley.

I do enjoy their company for sure. It's not all what I expected. But, instead of moping around, I am trying to make the best of it. A different approach from previous posts.

I don't know what i'll do if I can't find a room to switch into. Probably change my name to Sam and my gender to male and secretly occupy one of the male dorm rooms. It's not my most well-thought-out plan. But it IS a work in progress.

I miss my family a lot. It's hard not seeing them. But I guess it's good practice for the future. When i'm married and living in my Mansion in the mountains on a lake in Colorado. (Boating in the summer. Boarding in the winter. Best of both worlds)

I like to dress cute. I feel weird wearing sweats to class. I've only done it twice so far. I felt like I would do it more but it's like my inner "Linda" is pushing through to my subconscious and driving me to wear my cute clothes EVERYDAY. Which I do. But, my good style hasn't helped make friends.

In fact, I was informed it's the smiley faces in my texts that make people like me. Sad life huh?

I'm getting to bed. School seems kind of pointless. I am getting the work done. I am studying. I just don't feel like i'm learning. I think I have pretty good grades, but I am VERY nervous for my first set of finals in like a week and a half. Wish me luck.

I leave the 18th. YES.

Good Idea.

I found this blog idea while just looking around online... I thought it was a good idea. Tell me what you think. I figured it will help keep me posting often.


DISCLAIMER: I will not do it if I will be judged/you ask specifics! So... if you are going to do that, then tell me now. I will do it in my personal journal or something!!

Day 1: Ten things you want to say to ten different people (they remain nameless).

Day 2: Nine things about yourself.

Day 3: Eight ways to win your heart.

Day 4: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.

Day 5: Six things that you wish you had never done.

Day 6: Five people who mean a lot to you.

Day 7: Four turn offs.

Day 8: Three turn ons.

Day 9: Two smileys that describe your life right now.

Day 10: One Confession

Tell me what you think. Good or bad idea. I'll start tomorrow.

Or whenever i get the ok.

In the Mood to Write...

I don't really have anything to say. I just feel like writing. I had a wonderful weekend.

I got to see my Grams. It has been TOO long.
I got to hang out with Chase and Mariss... Probably my 2 favorite people in this state to hang out with. Family is the best... that's for sure.
I got to talk and joke around with my amazing Aunt and Uncle... I really am so lucky.
I got to talk to my mom for a little bit on the way home from Ogden.
Tomorrow is my last day! The joys of being in Freshman classes... The teachers cancel like crazy! I have no classes Tuesday!
I am getting to hang out with my friend Geoff AND go to Ogden tomorrow.
I get to help my Aunt with the preschooler kids Tuesday for the Thanksgiving feast! I am more excited than an 18 year old should be!
I got to go to the Temple tonight! We were too late to go IN the grounds. But just being by it was awesome!
I watched a couple of funny movies and episodes of my new favorite TV show with good friends and family!
I am happy! I miss home, but I am closer than ever to getting to see them!!

I feel like I wanna have crazy weird/funny blogs like my roommate Nikole! But, I know this is supposed to be like a semi-serious blogs... and funny fashion, advice columns, and posts about creepy cartoon characters are not welcome!

I miss the best friend, Aeryn... but such is life! She is going home in 2 days and going to live it up there for me.

I don't have anything to say. And feel like I need to include pictures. But, I haven't taken any recently.

I will over Thanksgiving break for sure.

Ammon just came over and delivered the world's tastiest treat!

This is my second time having it since being here.

It's called "Puppy Chow"

Basically chocolate, peanut putter, powdered sugar, chex mix goodness.

I watched some movie with Jenna and Lewis tonight. Chase's recommendation. It's called Saved. And it is actually quite hilarious. 

I should get to bed soon. I have class at 9. But I am just too pumped for break!!! It is MUCH needed. And I am THRILLED all I will be expected to do over break is write a 1pg double spaced paper for anthro and edit my Sociology paper. Such a GOOD feeling. Like really though. A huge weight off my shoulders... 

Ok. I'm going to try to settle down. And read and fall asleep. Till next time. 

-Sophie

Missions. This post is LONG. This post is intimidating. This post is for my REAL fans. ;)

What's been on my mind recently...

I have been writing several missionaries lately. I actually really enjoy getting hand-written letters and replying. It makes me feel loved. More than a Facebook post or an email. I love writing and getting letters. There is just a difference between opening the mailbox and finding something handwritten (that someone took time to write and personalize just for you) and opening your email and finding a virtual letter that took someone like 10 min to write. Let's just face it, it's nicer to see the thought in their handwriting as opposed to the text on a screen. Or, at least for me. However, I love getting both.

I have always thought a lot about missions. Always. I have seen the good and the bad missionaries come into our ward. BUT almost every single missionary carries with them a special spirit. I am drawn to that spirit and enjoy hanging out with the missionaries because of it.

I just think A LOT about it. It's on my mind a lot of days.

I have for the most part (with a few exceptions) always had negative thoughts about the majority of the sister missionaries. And I had often heard the male missionaries refer to the sister missionaries as weird or different. In fact my favorite thing I heard Chase said regarding the subject is, and I quote: “The sister missionaries well 95% of them are just weird. And there is DEFINITLEY a reason they are on missions. Like you just know something is wrong with them. But, then there are the 5% who are exceptionally pretty and normal and you just have to wonder what’s wrong with them and why they are out serving.” I laughed when I heard that.

But I still think maybe a mission is for me. 

I was counseled by a friend the other night. He said “prepare everyday as if you are going to serve a mission. Start doing what you need to do to be ready to serve now. And if the time comes and it feels right, you are prepared and ready to go. If the opportunity never presents itself think of how much better you now know the gospel that you’ve been preparing to teach it for so long.” 

In 2 Nephi chapter 29 verse 9 I loved when it said that the Lord’s work “is not yet finished; neither shall it be until the end of man…” This stuck out to me because the Lord’s work is in our hands. It is up to us to be ready to spread his gospel, to share it with those who have yet to receive it. His work is never finished, and so neither is ours. We must be his diligent and faithful servants in all times, all things and in all places.

I know that I don’t have to BE a missionary to BE a missionary. I can be one now and keep others on the straight and narrow with my actions. I know what it is like to be an example to others. Growing up in a non-friendly Mormon atmosphere, I know the challenge. I can rise to the call. And if my time comes, I will be ready to serve.

Just what's been on my mind recently. 

What's on My Mind as of Now...

I decided to switch things up a bit. So, i'm going to make this post semi-poemy? Ha

Seeing Grams.

My Best Friends. (My Mom and Aeryn).

My Dad. 

Hayden and Blake. 

My possibly fractured elbow. 

My second family in Ogden.

Snowboarding.

Home. 

Schoolwork.

Lots and Lots of Papers.

Food. 

It's like one of those poems that you start with something and end with like something similar to the same thing. OK. So, it's not a poem. 

Cut me some slack. I'm a starving college kid.

Today: We picked up Cody and Cory from the airport. Took them to In N Out to eat and then dropped them off at the MTC. It was good to get to see them one last time. It's strange how much you don't realize you miss people till you see them again. That was confusing. Long story short, i've missed seeing them. They are good friends. I forgot how funny Cory was. It was really cute to see them all dressed and ready to go. They were both nervous and excited. It was a fun time. I wish they had gotten to come a day earlier so we could've showed them around more. :)

On the way from the airport.
Cory and Cody. If you couldn't tell them apart from their  "Missionary haircuts"

 They had more luggage than our tiny car could fit! So, they sat with the suitcases on their laps. :) Cory called them their "Customized seat belts."

We took them out to eat. They had never heard of In N Out.
:)

Me and my two favorite twins in front of the MTC.
I wanted to hug them bad! It was hard!! But they were good Elders and refused to touch anything except my hand.

Chase and the Twins.

All four of us!
The greeting missionaries refused to take a picture for us...
SO after many attempts we got this.

My elbow might be fractured. :( Aka. No snowboarding. Or skiing. Or anything fun. I might go crazy if it is. I don't know anyone who wants to go as bad as I do. 

Grams. I get to see her in like two days?! Not even. I am so excited. I have missed her TONS. I've been badgering her with phone calls and a countdown since Monday. I love her and can NOT wait!!

My family and Aeryn. So basically, my Family. I miss my home. I want to go home and see everyone so bad! It's hard being out here so far away! I miss everyone tons. I will have another post on that soon. I promise.

My elbow. It hurts. Its swollen. It might be fractured. Kill me.