Desperation

My levels of boredom have reached new limits. I have offered to paint my dad's future office and get all the prep work done on it. I hate painting. I hate prep work for painting. This is an example of how desperate I am to have something to do with my day. I can only organize so many cupboards, vaccum so many floors, and wash so many dishes. Eventually, even the dog doesn't want to go for a walk. My new last resort...painting the room. I need to get out of here and start school. I need a change of pace.

Persecution

I've been reading the different articles that people have been writing since Prop 8 passed, about why the LDS church deserves to be persecuted because of their role in the campaign and such. I was looking around on-line and found this clip, showing the demonstrators and picketers outside the LA and Oakland temples, and the various signs and slogans they are employing. I have to say, this hurts my heart. It makes me want to be in LA right now so that I can go to the temple and do a session a day or something. I got to thinking that what we are facing right now in California is, in a sense, what the early Saints faced with prosecutions and mobbing out in Missouri and such--more 2008 than 1830s, but still. We may not be burned out of our homes, or physically harmed, but we are being persecuted for our belief's and our rights. I wish my heart was not so heavy, and that I felt better about the state of my state.

Signs of the times?

I just learned that my brother and his girlfriend are being evacuated because of the fires down in Southern California. Along with this, when I opened the newspaper this morning, there was a photo of the LAPD in riot gear standing on the lawn of the LA Temple because of the protesters sitting on the wall. There is all sorts of stuff happening across the nation, but a great deal of contension and problems seems centered here in California. I worry over my family and friends being in harms way. Hopefully things will quiet down and the fires will be controlled. I'm nowhere near ready for things to get worse.

Progress

Ladies and Gentlemen, I have just registered for my first semester's classes at San Jose State University. This may seem trivial and small to some, but as I haven't had much going on lately, this is big news. Plus, it is one more step in establishing myself down in SJ and getting things together. Now, I just need to find a place to live and a paying internship. If I can manage that, I'll be sitting pretty. I'm really quite excited to go back to school. The challenge, the opportunity to learn, and do research...it thrills me. I'm sure I'll be full of complaints later, but for now, I'm excited. Look Mom, I'm a real student again!

The Fates Conspire Against Me!

I am apparently cursed by fate. Allow me to give you the rundown. First, on Monday morning, I got a flu shot. By that evening, I had flu symptoms. I am just now beginning to feel better. I had a fever, cough, sore throat, achy joints, and a headache. The flu shot gave me the flu! Second, I had an appointment with the branch president this evening. Even though I didn't feel well, I decided to keep it. This appointment was to make up for the appointment he missed a couple weeks ago. Guess what...I was stood up tonight as well. I'm done. I will meet him before church or after church, but I am done with driving 10 miles to the church building in order to meet with him. I'm seriously annoyed. By the time he gets around to meeting with me, I'll already be in San Jose. We are talking about a twig...maybe 40 active members total. I have been in huge wards where the bishop never forgot an appointment with me once, let alone twice! Third, I have to go back to the dentist on Thursday afternoon for round two of my oral repairs. This time will be more painful, and possibly longer in duration, than the previous visit. Again, I am annoyed because if the dentist had done the root canal right the first time, I wouldn't be in this mess now. I cannot wait for what fate has in store for me next. Hopefully something good, but knowing my luck, it just won't happen.

Ah, Friends

I know this is schmaltzy, but I have to give a shout out to my friend Cheryl. I've known this girl forever (at least, since I lived in Sacramento) and she is one of my best friends in the world. I had a little chat with her yesterday, and she gave me great advice and insight. I won't go into detail, but suffice it to say, there was a whole lot of stuff I needed to hear. She and her husband might have moved to South Carolina, taking their adorable baby (my "nephew") with them, but our friendship persists despite the distance. Thank you, Cheryl, for being the incredible, awesome, spectacular you. Love you girl!

Marching Lumberjacks

I'll admit to not having very strong feelings about Humboldt State (HSU), the first of my collegiate alma maters. I pretty much did my time there until I could go to Sacramento for the fun part of my education. While I am hanging out in Humboldt County, however, I thought I owed it to HSU to attend a football game. Admittedly, the football team sucks. They lose more than they win, and it's usually not that exciting to watch. However, the school band, the Marching Lumberjacks, are worth the price of admission any day of the week to a game. They are a zany group who have more fun than talent in some areas, but they practice to be as bad as they are. I could watch their half-time shows forever. I've given you a sample of said zanieness below. Enjoy!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dyv7uSMePqE

Part I

I know, I know, everyone is dying to hear about my oral adventures at the dentist. I myself wouldn't say anything, but I know I have a devoted following who is anxious to hear every word about my progress. On top of that, I'm frustrated by my own mouth and its issues. I went to the endodontist yesterday to have my root canal done over, and in the process, discovered that my teeth are more stubborn than I am (which is saying something). Apparently, everything is just hard for the dentist to get at, so I have to go back at least two more times in order for him to get all the way down and to re-fill the various roots. I am not the biggest fan of the dentist, and after this is all over, am seriously considering boycotting it until some point in the far future. Until then, I remain a little sore and a lot annoyed.

Replaced

I know it is really beyond the point, but I feel kind of bittersweet at seeing my name removed from the Bostonian Manor blog. I know that I am gone and working my own thing, but I had such a good time being part of that house. Now my leaving feels officially official. I'm being kind of whiny and maudlin, but I can't help it...I'm kind of a drama queen, as everyone very well knows. But I miss the girls, and sometimes wish things could stay the same. On the other hand, I'm excited for the new adventures San Jose will bring. I'm a mess. I'm going to shut up now.

Oral Fixations

I had to have a root canal about 10 years ago, and recently found out that the dentist filled it in short. Subsequently, I now have an infection in that root and must go to an endodentist to have it taken care of. Basically they have to cut a hole in my crown and try to dig the infection out, or peel back the gum and then dig away. Either way, it is uncomfortable for me. I will be give a local anesthetic (I might prefer to be put under entirely. I REALLY hate people working in my mouth) and the procedure will take about two hours, during which my mouth must remain open the ENTIRE time. All this fun and excitement happens on Friday morning, bright and early. I am planning on getting no sleep Thursday night so I can plug in my ipod and pretty much zone out on Friday during the procedure. Wish me luck.

The rain has arrived

It is officially the rainy season. A good-size storm blew in last night, and the rain has been falling throughout the day. I am now prepared to be wet for the next couple of months. Usually when the rain starts falling, it is pretty much a daily occurance, especially as it gets deeper into the fall/winter months. This is really my favorite time of the year. I get to break out the cute sweaters, scraves, hats, and winter shoes. Exciting.