Things I'm sick of

So, I have swine flu. And it SUCKS. And it has given me a lot of time to think. And I've come up with a list of things I'm sick of.

1) Living in transient housing where you have to mark all your stuff. I don't want to have to label my juice cans or bread anymore. (my roomates would probably call me a hypocrite right now because I figure since they all mark their stuff, I dont have to mark mine.)

2) Living with roomates. There's so much drama. I have to wake my roomate up every day because her super loud country alarm doesn't wake her up

3) Rich, bratty people who are EXACTLY like rich bratty people in movies. How about the fact that I know someone who I am forced to see every day who I take a genuine interest in their life has NEVER ONCE asked me how I am doing?

4) Feeling less than adequate. Wanna know why? Because I'm MORE than freaking adequate! I wasn't born with a size 0 body! And aparently in some circles that means that I'm disposable.

5) Feeling like I'm some kind of old maid. I'm 23 for pete's sake.

6) never having enough money in the bank to do anything. Not even buy popsicles. I suppose that's why we go to college, though.

Man, I'm going to create a really long list if I don't stop there.

I'm just sick. And emotional because I'm sick. And feeling a little entitled because I just spent the last 2 years of my life serving the Lord and I don't see many of the promised blessings showing up.

In other news, George asked me to be his TA in the spring.

Woot.

I love rockband!

Sundays are always so tragic. The day starts out and you get all kinds of dolled up, and you go to church, and you come home, and all is well in the world. So far, so good. THEN you eat Thai food and zebra cakes, manna from heaven, and it can't even get better than that. And then you have the nap, and the day is over. And then it begins.

You feel useless.

Especially because 3 months ago, I was serving and helping people actively all day long every day. And now I am so wrapped up in ME, you know? But I suppose that's life when you're in college. And I suppose I should enjoy it, but I really want to go back to being overworked and underappreciated, cause at least I felt tired and misunderstood at the end of the day. Now I just feel restless and tragic, and useless.

In happier news, I have now reached the age of 23. I'm wearing all black to mourn my youth.

Yesterday, when I went over to visit Kathryn and Jake, the first thing out of Jake's mouth was "you look like you go to stripper hogwarts". You see, I was wearing a little plaid blazer with an emblem on it, and aparently it looked like the stripper version of a hogwarts uniform. I've come to the conclusion that I could be a prostitute's stylist.... I love tight clothes, cheap, big jewelry, and trashy shoes. But it's fine. That's my taste. And that's why I looked SO different as a sister missionary. Because none of those three was compatable with my calling at that point.

Now I'm just rambling.

I love rockband. Nuff said.

How DO you break lifelong habits?

So I have this bad habit of biting my cuticles. I stopped for about 4 months, but I picked it right back up again. Any suggestions here?

Life is good. I have 3 freaking tests this week, one of which is worth 25% of my final grade. Boo. I hate big tests.

The girl next to me is eating deliscious soup, and I covet it.

So last night, me, my roomate, and her Louisiana friend went on a late night trip to wal mart - ALWAYS a good idea. I love how all the halloween costumes for women are slut tastic. My favorite moment was when we were walking out, and the McDonalds in Wal Mart (because combining those two is such a good idea - low quality products in bulk with low quality food in bulk) had a GIANT banner saying that the ice cream was 69 cents. Michael then decided that we all needed ice cream, so he runs into mcdonalds yelling "69 cents?!!? I'M BUYING!" It's sad how it's these moments that define my life.

I want to go to work. I'm sick of school. Boo. I have to read 2 EXCEPTIONALLY BORING articles before 1:00. So off I go.

How DO you break lifelong habits?

Welcome to my new blog

So, I had a blog before my mission. But I forgot how to access it, so I guess I can't use it anymore.... so here is my new one! The old url, if you're interested, was happinessisleahshaped.blogspot.com. It is majestic.

I'm Leah, I'm living in Provo, I just got home from my mission in Armenia and Chicago, and now I'm back at school getting my degree in Geospatial Intelligence with a minor in Russian.

I expect you'll be hearing from me every few days, especially since my classes don't keep me busy enough and I only work on saturdays.....

So yeah. There's my introduction to me. Any questions?