One of those faces

One day, I received a phone call from my high school best friend, who just became friends with somebody I met during my summer internship. Yes, the Mormon world is small. Last night the three of us got together and had a great time chatting and enjoying a night out on the town. As we were talking, I heard all of their ward gossip, and realized something: I really enjoy being one of those people that everyone confides in. I could tell you all the ins and outs of the relationships in J & J's ward, and I'm always up to date on E2's friends and group, and the latest changes in H & H's dating lives. I love it. I just couldn't tell you a single thing about my OWN ward . . .

My mom and Donny. . .

Today was one of those special days when I had the thought, I really want to curl up and disappear into complete and utter oblivion for at least a week. However, I had no luck in finding anyone who would knock me out and just put an end to the crappy day, but I did have a few dear people who thought of more constructive means of ending my bad mood. I guess that their solution of just making me happy seemed like the more humane way to remove the dark cloud over my head.

The first solution offered was by my dear roommate, who simply said, "Lets watch Chuck." Just the THOUGHT of watching an episode of Chuck brought a smile to my face. She still needed to finish her workout, so I played the piano and sang for a bit, which also is a sure-fire way to make me happy. (Have I mentioned that if I could marry an inanimate object, I would marry a piano in a heartbeat? That's how deep my devotion to the piano runs, and how much joy I find in spending a few minutes with those wonderful 88 keys. . .)

So, after watching an episode of Chuck (which happened to be the episode with the best kissing scene EVER), I got a phone call which was the final nail in the coffin of my bad mood. It was from my dad, who had an adorable request: he wanted me to call in to "Dancing with the Stars" to vote for Donny Osmond for my mom. Now, the phone call was pretty straightforward, but it was the tone of my dad's voice that made me giggle. Dad's tone said the following:

"Your mother still has a school girl crush on Donny Osmond. Yes, isn't it adorable? I'm basically calling just to keep her happy and because I derive great amusement in seeing her act like a teenager again. You'll help feed my wife's silly mood? Thanks, your a good daughter. You now have leave to mock your mother through your tone, too."

Yes, my mom acted like a school girl who wanted to make sure her crush made it another week into the competition. Ah, the joys of youth. . .

I missed my nap!

In a moment of sheer insanity last spring, I decided to run for the student council of my Masters program. The other insane part of this is that I chose to run for the most time-intensive position, that of Internal Relations VP. Thats just a fancy word for "council secretary." I am in charge of scheduling rooms, coordinating activities between the other council members, creating agendas, and maintaining the student lounge. One of the sub-duties of maintaining the student lounge is coordinating weekly lounge activities.

When I first began brainstorming activities, I thought of one that I was actually excited for: a Rest and Relaxation activity, aka Return to Kindergarten Day. The plan was to provide kindergarten-style snacks (fruit snacks, animal crackers, juice in mini-cups), and let people have naptime. Mostly, I wanted an excuse to lay down and not worry about entertaining people.

Well, I scheduled the activity and got everything ready, including sending out a fairly amusing email (if I do say so myself). BUT, thanks to my professor who I work for needing a project a day earlier than he originally said, I spent the entire two hours of the activity working with the other TA on said project, instead of taking the nap I had been looking forward to for weeks.

Did I really expect to sleep? No, of course not. I can't sleep on an airplane, let alone sleep in a public place like the lounge. But I still feel jipped.