Lateness...

I have gotten some complaints lately that I haven't been posting. This is a true fact. It has been caused by the heaviest course load I have ever had in this lovely Spring quarter.

I have several posts saved up, and I am quite late in posting them. When I finally finish all my work in a couple of days, it is one of my first things on my list of things to do.

That being said, this is the latest I have been up all school year doing work. I thought it deserved documentation of some sort. The craziest thing is: I didn't even procrastinate.

For those of you who know me and are reading this [Read: Mother], you know that being up at this time of day (or night, or early morning) is not my forte. The reason I am posting to this blog right now instead of getting in bed is because I cannot fathom moving.

Fret not, kind reader. I will be asleep shortly...

Easter Musical Number

Click on the link to hear the musical number I sang in our ward's Easter program a couple weeks ago. This is courtesy of David and his home recording studio.

http://www.box.net/shared/6x3chq4r6q

NB: I suppose blogs are inherently about vanity, so I got over whatever reservations I had about posting a recording of myself. It isn't perfect, but for one go, I'll take it :)

Green and Gold isn't just for the A's anymore...

The Green and Gold Ball is, apparently, an LDS tradition dating back many years. In Seattle, it still exists. Picture a high school dance with clean music, no grinding, and a population consisting of 18 to 30+ year-old single Mormons. That is where I was last night.

I went along with two friends who, in turn, went to a gospel concert with me before hand. Below is the outfit I wore until the moment I walked into the church building:

This included time eating dinner and walking through the streets of Seattle. Not to mention sitting in the pews of the church. I have little shame.

Once inside, I shed my coat and pants. It was pretty fun, I have to admit. I tried to pass this picture off as the picture of the three of us:



But they insisted we take one in front of the fake backdrop with the lights and everything. Unfortunately, I don't have a copy of that one. For those who have spent a lifetime criticizing my sense of fashion, you will be happy to know I looked like this by the end of the evening:

My Fast from the Facebook

About 10 days ago I realized that I had not been on the facebook for about 4 days. It was basically unintentional, but let's just say it was rare. I was up against a couple of long papers, a couple of concerts, a talk in church, and a bunch of other end-of-the-quarter stuff I had to get done, so I decided I would stay off of the addictive social-networking site until I had turned in my last paper. That happens tomorrow.

I have enjoyed my time away from the facebook. I realize now that it is totally extraneous to my life. That isn't to say that I won't go back on it tomorrow when I get home. I have a feeling I will. But I've enjoyed it nevertheless.

The only thing I have worried about are the various requests I have been forced to ignore because I am not going on the website. I still get the emails, so I know to a certain extent what is going on, but I worry that people will think I am rude. So, if you are reading this and I have offended you in some way, I apologize. I'll answer your request tomorrow.

As a side note, you may have noticed that I refer to this particular social networking site as "the facebook" as opposed to "facebook." This is a holdover from my college, where the facebook was a book given to freshmen with pictures of all of the other freshmen printed with their names so you could figure out what so-and-so looked like or what the name of that guy in your chemistry lab was. Incidentally, this particular college is also where the facebook started. I use this as my justification. One of my roommates gives me a hard time for adding the article to the name, but I just can't break myself of the habit. It was ingrained in my youth.

Friday Night Rollerskating

When you are single and Mormon, and it is Friday night, there are a limited number of things you can do. Not small, just limited. This Friday, me and some other decided to check out free rollerskating at the IMA [I am honestly not entirely sure what IMA stands for, but it is the UW gym]. Even though I was terrified of hurting myself, I did manage to get on the skates. Here I am with Jen and Marissa:

The funniest part about this whole experience were the "rollerskating police" who where flying around the gym enforcing all the rules. I remarked to Jen that I needed one of the bossy people to stop and give me some instruction, as I had not been on rollerskates since--well maybe, ever. This kind woman was very patient with me and Marissa:

One of the most valuable things she taught us what how to fall, which I demonstrate quite artfully in the video below. Luckily, it was a skill I didn't need to use.

My Inauguration Night

If you would like to see what I did on the night of the inauguration of our 44th president, I suggest you check out this wonderful lady's blog.

I am far too lazy to do this myself. Plus she had way more pictures...

A Very Sweet Meet

On Valentine's Eve, I went to an annual YSA event in the Seattle area: the Sweet Meet. Here is the premise of said event:

All the boys make desserts and they are auctioned off to the girls, who buy them using fake dollars they have accumulated over the previous month by attending church meetings, institute, activities, FHE, etc. [The responsibility for baking/buying switches off every year; next year the girls will bake, the boys will buy.] The girl then gets to have dinner and the dessert in the cultural hall with the boy whose dessert she just won. The desserts are auctioned off anonymously, thus increasing the suspense and decreasing the resemblance to any kind of event where people are bought and sold.

I was wary of this whole idea at first, but as I began to accumulate "sweet meet bucks" (mostly because I am clearly someone in need of a date and people took pity on me), I started to get excited. And I ended up having a great time.

The cultural hall was festively decorated:

Even though my dessert looked a bit suspicious, it tasted great, and my "date" was nice and easy to talk to:


And, of course, I had a great time with some wonderful ladies:
Overall, a definite success.