Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Pardon My Absence

Sorry, my blog has been out of commission for several months for various reasons that we won’t delve in to. All you really need to know is that I’m back at BYU and I recently got accepted into the journalism program. (*huge sigh of relief*). I’m busy with a million things for school, as usual, always something I should be doing.









I have a great group of friends, and football season and soccer season at BYU are going well--I don’t have my voice more often than I do and I’m really surprised none of us have fallen off the bleachers for how much we jump up and down on them. They are fairly skinny after all, and slippery when wet.










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My friends and I talked about this recently (well, not so recently it seems, but my blog has been unavailable to me to add things), anyway.


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I think a lot of the time we misunderstand the emotion of jealousy--or maybe we’re looking for a different word to describe what we are feeling. I don’t think just because we are jealous of someone, means we want what they have.


Case in point: exes. No matter how long after the relationship, and no matter how it ended--by you, by them, mutually, awful or on good terms, if you’re still friends or not, whether you’re in a new relationship or not--when your ex is with someone new, we all feel a little twinge of jealousy; I think of what you once had, not because you want them back, but because you want their new boyfriend or girlfriend to appreciate and love what you did about them. And I don’t really think that is a bad thing either.


That’s all really. Food for thought.




Lastly, Post Secret I know, I haven't talked about it FOReverrrrrr. But I do have a few I want to put up. Lets just go with one right now.....or two.


I TOTALLY (sorta) do this. I tell them it's about 45 mintues earlier than it is. This ENSURES that I get to the airport on time, and I like to be there early so I can walk around and sit in my terminal with my suitcase, iPod, computer and Starbucks and people watch. I. freaking. love. it. It is what it is.





Ohhhhhhhh my goodness. Wouldn't that be wonderful? There is always something, some crisis, some drama, some errand, some paper, some reading. I just want to be able to do nothing and not worry.


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