Clearly I'm Missing Out

True story, this really happened:

Setting: After masterclass, seated at a table in the library working on a paper for Pedagogy.

Random Kid: Hey, I'm taking a survery, it'll only take two minutes, do you mind?
Me: No, go for it.
RK:This is a survey about dating and the library. First, are you in a relationship or single?
Me: Single *dating, the library... right... That's my first choice for a hott date*
RK: Where in the library would you go to meet guys?
Me: Ummm, the third floor? I usually just come here to study. *there are really people who come here to pick up dates? Who does that?! Last time I brought a boy here is was to make sure he kept his hands to himself...*
RK: How would you show a guy you wanted him to ask you out if you were at the library?
Me: Ummm... I don't know, make eye contact? *Honestly, the library is for studying, that's why I come here, is that really such a novel concept?*
RK: Thanks for your time!

Needless to say I've been left with a lot to ponder. Clearly I'm not getting everything I should out of my BYU Library experience.



"What can I do, my dear, to catch your ear
I love you madly, madly Madam Librarian...Marian"

Dear Migraines,

We've been together a long time. You've kept me company for close to four years, paying little heed to when you were welcome, and when I needed you to leave me alone. I've pampered you, babied you, and generally let you make the decisions. When you come to visit I drop everything. However, for once, just this week, please let me be. I just don't have time for you in my life right now. With Law Fair, Homecoming Spectacular, and MTNA, I'm busier than I ever wanted to be, and you seem to like to stop by when things get a little chaotic. You've been threatening to visit since about seven thirty last night and I understand, you miss me, but please, let me be.
Love always,
Nicole

Inherited from Dad

I've inherited a lot from my Dad, my love for reading, at least half of my height, a love of music, the desire and patience to read every single sign in a museum, and a love for trees.
It's fall here in Utah, but it's just not cutting it for me. Fall is the season where I miss Michigan. I've never seen so many gorgeous colors and the weather is so pretty. At least before the seven month long winter sets in... I've tried explaining to people just what a Utah fall is lacking, but no one gets it. Fall has a certain smell, the air has an edge that hints at the winter to come as it pulls the smell of leaves across your nose before you wrap the scarf around tighter. The trees look like fire dancing between the grass and the sky as every color of red, orange and yellow is present. The trees are everywhere and they are beautiful. There are just no trees here in Utah. I think I need to retreat up into the mountains again to go walk through at least a decent amount of trees. So, for those of you lucky enough to be enjoying a real fall with plentiful trees, leaves and all the beauty that goes with it, go out and take a big deep breath of fall air for me. Cause I really miss that.

A Picture Essay

Today, through pictures... because I don't want to write:



Upon awakening...



Getting ready for the Law Fair at work...



Band Rehearsal... we did breathing exercises... I felt some spit hit my arm... Some brass player was standing behind me doing what brass players do best... blowing and spitting. gross.



Practice rooms. Need I say more?



And now all I really want is:



So I'm outta here.

Just to Prove I'm Still Alive...

I've sort of dropped off the face of the blogging world. Don't take offense, I've dropped off the face of the real world too. The only people I see are Amber, Danielle, Megan, and those who I work with or have classes with.
Currently I'm trying a new sleep experiment. The basic idea being I'm going to bed about two hours earlier and getting up two hours earlier... it's interesting... we'll see how long it lasts.
Other moments of interest:
~You know you've been a music major for too long when there is a hierarchy in your mind about who you prefer to kick out of your practice room. The vocalist and brass player today... really can't say I felt bad at all... now the cellist yesterday, I felt awful.
~Sometimes I have to wonder if all the people who walk through my door are really cut out for law school. Aren't lawyers supposed to have great powers of deductive reasoning? And yet some of these people are dumber than door nails, no joke! During the devotional Tuesday I was chilling the back, the lights out front were off, there was a big sign saying, "We are closed, go be righteous and go to the devotional" (maybe not exactly that... but you get the jist) and yet a student still walked in a wanted advice on getting into law school. Clearly this kid will do well in the reading comprehension section of the LSAT.
~Trying to keep up with classes and apply for a grant is a pain in the butt. The end. Why don't they do the applications in the summer when there is time to devote your life to researching something unrelated to all of your classes. Oh snap, maybe that's where I went wrong... where are all the classes on playing Asian instruments and why am I not in them?
~I went running for the first time since the race. Pathetic, but hey, that's life. Buuuut, it was absolutely amazing. I think I'm hooked... I love how good I feel for the entire day after I run, it's the ultimate high.
~Finally, after a series of unfortunate events I now have a new history teacher. There has been much sadness on the part of all the students in the class. This sadness has only been compounded by the fact that our long term sub looks like Dolores Umbridge and has the personality to match.

See You Next Fall!

For those of you who attended last night's concert, I hope you enjoyed it. I can't complain much... the little wooden beast I play on was relatively in tune and I didn't fall on my face, at least when I was getting on stage. However, do any of you recall the resounding thwack that echoed through the concert hall as the opening prayer was being said? A certain very tall piccolo player that I know just might have been walking in late, and just might have thought that there were only two steps not three to get to her seat and she just might have fallen flat on her face while trying to stealthily sneak in. That just might have been what happened. Just maybe.



With the arrival of fall, no longer being used as a verb by yours truly, I have fallen in love with the boots my mom got me this summer. They keep my toes warm and happy, now I just need to buy tights to go with them so I don't freeze going to work in a skirt this winter.

And last but not least, the grandparents are in town and taking the cousins to lunch! Yay food! So, I'll catch ya'll later.