A Taste of Culture

Now that I'm back at school with no time to spend being cultured and without have excessive funds to become so, I haven't been able to enjoy much of the arts. Even though, as far as universities go, BYU has some great student performance offerings, it doesn't compare to Philadelphia, New York, Washington D.C., and all those fabulous east coast cities to which I am accustomed. However, a lovely blog has been giving me a look into the world of incredible emerging artists and it gives me the very needed pleasure that comes from surveying creative talent.

http://www.decogitatum.com/

Just what I needed.

Good Art + Free = Ein Wunder

Just Circumstances

The power went out at work today and I was paid to do German homework. I hope, for the sake of BYUIS and all the work that needs doing, that it never happens again. However, for one day, it was kind of nice.

Back to the Books not Bed

On the second day of classes, one of my professors cheerfully announced that she would require more work than the average 3 credit honors class and said, "lose sleep over it, because you're still young and you can afford to."

If there's one way in which I've matured very quickly, it's in my physical inability to function for long periods of time without a decent night's rest. I almost raised my hand to tell her I disagreed (wanting to argue that sleep deprivation empties any bank account no matter what kinds of savings you've got stashed away), but I figured I'd get something along the lines of, "suck it up," particularly since another professor founded his absences-due-to-sickness policy upon similar ideas. Basically, come to class no matter how awful you feel, unless you're legitimately bedridden and have to go to the doctor, because I (the professor) feel crappy all the time! If he's "old" and can come to class feeling bad, then we being young should be able to do the same. Reasonable enough logic, I suppose.

Two weeks in and the first professor has proved her prophecy true. I've made it my goal to go to bed at a p.m. hour every night during one entire week and to wake up not less than 8 hours later. It hasn't happened yet, but next week will see the accomplishment of this goal. Did I say that last week?

It's already been decided; this is going to be a great learning experience on how to balance study, sleep, and social life--defining the good, better, and best opportunities in my life. You would think I would have already gotten that down after two years, but every semester alters the options I have which then changes the priority list. Let the excitement begin!

p.s. that last exclamation wasn't sarcastic.

Girl-ee-Girls

As a part of a week of girlishness, I introduced Abby and Bekah to the world of shopping in women's clothing stores. Our primary store was Nordstrom's Rack. Of course, size zero in women's is still too big for them, but the shoes fit and so does the jewelry. Some people may view it as a pollution or corruption of the twins, but I saw it as an educational experience in celebrating femininity. Our longest stop was in the absolutely ridiculous "fashion ring" section.

Some of Abby's favorites

Modeling the Goods

One for All and All for One

After all of our window shopping, we did close the day with a purchase of bathing suits for the girls. It was a successful venture.