I have recently moved back to Provo and into a new apartment, started a new semester at BYU, begun a new job, and become a member of a new ward. With this slew of changes I have had little time for silly endeavors such as blogging, so I'll just toss out a few highlights from the last two weeks or so.
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2. The day that we moved in Julie and I had a very traumatic trip to Wal-Mart. We needed to stock our kitchen as well as buy ridiculous amounts of random crap for our apartment that it would never have occurred to us that we would need. This trip ended in me underneath our overflowing cart (because somehow we thought we only need one) in the middle of Wal-Mart laughing so hard I was crying as I tried desperately to unwedge a frozen pizza from the bottom while scolding Julie for putting the frozen food next to the produce and the bananas on top of the bread amidst every college student/resident/homeless person ever to set foot in Provo doing exactly the same thing that we were (except for the homeless people of course, they were just holding signs--and they were outside--and one of the signs said "adopt me" (changed from something about work for our special benefit)).
3. I SAW BOB DYLAN. I know you are all very impressed. Also I feel quite proud that I have now established myself as a "hard-core fan" since going to his concert also entailed standing in pouring rain for four hours and freezing to death while screaming along to "how does it feel?" and trying not to inhale the smoke from the joint being smoked by the 60-ish man standing next to us. It was amazing.
4. My D&C professor has one of the most entertaining comb-overs I've ever laid eyes on. Instead of combing the little gray hairs still left towards the front of his forehead to the side where they belong or even straight across the growing bald spot (also known as the traditional comb-over), he combs them straight down so they resemble bangs. It's a little distracting but oh so entertaining.
5. Elder Lund came to the library when I was working the other day and I almost collapsed. We joked around a little after which I began feeling very elite--hob nobbing it with the best of 'em. Apparently he was supposed to pay $50 for library privileges for the year since he's not a student but the girl training me said she didn't even mention it because she was pretty sure he didn't have to pay. Being a representative of God and everything. No big deal.
6. Apparently, when checking in books, I am not allowed to accept any with "excessive sticky notes". I find this highly amusing and have spent at least 4 hours of work time imagining scenarios in which I demand that the patron step away from the desk and remove the excess sticky notes immediately before I have to call security. This has yet to happen, but when it does, I'll be prepared.
7. My Comparative Literature professor (the head of the department) spent a good hour and a half of class time explaining how incredibly intellectual and elite our major is, which really didn't hurt my ego. BYU has the #1 program in the country in case you were wondering. Then I went home and read the first paragraph of a reading he had assigned (and written, it's from his new book, very fancy) and understood absolutely nothing. Not one word. Needless to say my ego deflated to a more manageable size.
8. My first day on campus was absolutely wonderful and full of excited reunions and engaging classes.
9. My bishop gave a somewhat disturbing speech on how his job was to marry us off in church on Sunday. It was weird. Other than that (and the fact that any kind of non-laffy-taffy humor appears to go straight over his head paired with my inability to stop myself from cracking constant (granted lame) jokes has created more than one awkward moment) the ward seems great.
10 is such a cliche list number, and since I'm ohhh so much better than that, I'm stopping at 9. HA.
