Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Am I crazy?

I was minding my own business driving to school on Tuesday when I noticed a red Dodge on the side of the road. Now, due to the fact that I may or may not have an unquantifiable fetish for red trucks, I took a closer look as I passed. And whaddya know! It's for sale! $1,800 is kind of out of my price range, but that's really good for a truck in that condition.

I also have this problem that once I get an idea in my head, it's super hard to get me to think of anything else. I obsessively clamp onto the weirdest things. Like the foreign exchange student idea. Or the cell phone idea. Or the Paradigm idea.

So I've been Craigslisting, eBaying, and KSL-classifieds-ing trucks all afternoon long. There's this 1970 Ford F250 going for $600 (cream-colored and the perfect twin for Jaimi's '75 Ford. His name is Gus).


Ooooor there's this '96 Ford F250 (forest green and has cab space) going for $1,200-ish.

Haven't decided yet, but I'm on the cusp of a life-altering choice. Truuuuuuuucks.....

Yes, they're gas guzzlers, and no, they're not environmentally healthy...but tell me you don't feel like drooling every time you see a big ol' truck. Especially if there's a cowboy involved...

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*delighted shivers*

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

On the plus side...

Every month around that special time, I get...for want of a better word..."cranky." Cranky-slash-antisocial. Mostly I just draw into myself and ignore the world except for frequent trips to lash out at morons.

There is, however, a salvaged side to this burned toast. During this dangerous time period, my imagination skyrockets. Stories start spitting out of my eyeballs. Or, more accurately, old stories start getting newer furnishings, and new stories start to take shape.

Fabulous stuff. I'll write a snippet later.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

A good quote

I'm reading Madeleine L'engle's Walking on Water for my C. S. Lewis class (we're studying both Christian apologists), and today I came across a really, really fantastic story. (pg 75, Walking on Water)

The story starts with a Hasidic rabbi renowned for his piety. He was unexpectedly confronted one day by one of his devoted youthful disciples. In a burst of feeling, the young disciple exclaimed, "My master, I love you!" The ancient teacher looked up from his books and asked his fervent disciple, "Do you know what hurts me, my son?"

The young man was puzzled. Composing himself, he stuttered, "I don't understand your question, Rabbi. I am trying to tell you how much you mean to me, and you confuse me with irrelevant questions."

"My question is neither confusing nor irrelevant," rejoined the rabbi. "For if you do not know what hurts me, how can you truly love me?"

Isn't that so poignant? I absolutely love it because it applies to so many levels in life; religion, friends, family, significant others, etc.

It goes right along with my other favorite quote of the week; "Behind most anger is hurt."

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Once upon a time...

Today is Valentine's Day. If I were in the mood for a sarcastic, scathing rant, I'd totally hook you all up with the best anti-S.A.D. post you've ever read in your life. As it is, I'm not. Holidays, like everything else, are what you make of them. And this year I choose not to make Valentine's Day a big deal. No expectations of any kind. I don't expect today to suck, and I don't expect it to rock.

Ironically, it was Valentine's Day that gave me my first big pubescent self-esteem boost. A couple years ago I was being surly because my older brother Matt (the heartthrob) got so many gifts from girls and even my little brother Seth got a chocolate rose from someone, and I got stuck with, as usual, nada. Nothing. Not even pocket lint from a person I hate.

So my friend Hilary and I were getting ready to go to a dance a couple days later when my little brother Jonathan (then 7 or 8) burst in the front door.

"Becca!" he hollered (coz he won't ever merely talk if he has the option of yelling) "your boyfriend left you something!"

He was holding a heart-shaped balloon, a heart-shaped box of chocolates, and a silk rose. I rolled my eyes. Yeah, right. Things like that never happened to me. It was probably for Matt, and Jonathan had read the tag wrong.

"Whatever," I said. "Let me see those."

I read the tag on the rose and, sure enough, it was for me.

"Becca- I think you're a pretty cool girl. Later."

I still didn't believe it. It was someone's cruel, sick idea of a joke, or my dad trying to boost my self-esteem or something. Amy and Caryn convinced me otherwise, as did one of my guy friends. Amy and Caryn said it was a real, genuine boy because he'd left the price tag on the chocolates and the note sounded very boyish. My guy friend analyzed the mystery man's motives. He was quick to say he didn't think it was a joke, but rather that the unknown admirer was shy and not sure if I'd turn him down or not.

I never actually found out who left those things for me (not concretely, anyway). But hey, it's probably better this way; I got all the boosting of someone liking me without the awkwardness of perhaps not returning the affections. Whoa, hold on. Did I say "probably"? More like DEFINITELY. There is nothing worse than a persistent lover who you want nothing to do with romantically.

Keep it real, peeps, and don't neglect your other loves today; romantic love is all good and fine in its place, but abandoning those you love platonically for your significant other is a less than brilliant idea. Coz guess who you're going to turn to when you two lovebirds are having a rough time? That's right; the friend/sibling/parent. So keep those bonds intact, or you'll wish you had.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Eastern philosophy is the pants

Today's message comes from the very depths of my being. Are you ready for this?

TAKE A CHILL PILL, WESTERNERS. LIFE WILL BE OKAY.

We're studying Eastern philosophy in my Scholar class (Taoism, Hinduism, Buddhism, etc.), and it made me realize how lame we Westerners are.

For instance, in the bagavadghita (the Hindu text) Krishna explains to Arjuna that people shouldn't be attached to things or outcomes, but the means, if they are going to have peace.

The Tao says the same thing: don't fight the current of the Universe. It knows what It's doing. Whatever happens happens, so just go with the flow.

But no, Westerners have to do it their own way. Fight! Struggle! Independence! Must own everything! Gotta be uptight about stupid things like money and grades! Stress until your face blows up!

Relax, people. You can't fight the Universe.

...hold on. Do I hear some readers gasping at my use of the Universe? Am I actually referencing HEATHEN TEXTS?

Chill.There's truth in every civilization; both the Old and New Testaments say that. Truth is truth. Oh, and I believe there are lots of scriptures telling mortals to TRUST IN THE LORD, which is pretty much the same thing the Hindus and Taoists are saying.

Anyway, I had a lot of angry customers today who were flipping out because their clothes were ruined, their shirts didn't get boxed, or they didn't like the price of a pair of pants. I handled all situations calmly and civilly, but I felt sorry for them (after I said "cuss on a bus" several times to get my anger out when they left). Is it really going to matter in a year whether their shirts were boxed or not? Is it really going to matter that they spent a couple extra bucks on a shirt that got dry cleaned instead of laundered?

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No. Chill out.

Instead, they get their way because they kick and scream like spoiled three-year-olds, and they don't learn self-mastery and the Way. Don't be attached to material things; nothing is as valuable as learning to master yourself and become one with the Universe.

SO CHILL, A'IGHT?

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Sunday musings

I love Sundays. They really help me refocus on what's really important; the Gospel and my Savior.

Today is just gorgeous. The sun is shining and the grass is starting to get greener. Tres tres belle. Of course, the inversion will probably be back after the next big snowstorm, but hey, why dwell on the nasty gloom? I'd rather enjoy the sun while I can.

In no particular order, I am going to jot down things that are on my mind right now:

-Pie. I'm making pie for dessert tonight (apple and cherry; *drools*).

-Sydney White. It's a Snow White spin off starring Amanda Bynes, and the main message is "Be a dork. Be yourself." I was thinking how some people actually hide who they are in order to "fit in," and my mind absolutely explodes. I can't ever imagine changing who I am to feel accepted. Why join someone else's group? Be the leader; start your own. If you're comfortable with who you are, there's no reason why you should change that.

-If you want to keep something on the DL, don't tell anyone. Shocking, I know, but I somehow imagined that if I told my mum and my best friends that it would stay quiet. But I told my mum, who told her friend, who just so happens to be one of my friends, who asked me about it in YW today when everyone else could hear.

"It" is not that bad. I'm not going to rehab or anything; quite the contrary, I finally got asked on a date. But man-o-man, has the news spread like a salmonella poisoning. And my date, Austin Wrathall, asked the other day why I hadn't blogged about it. Clearly he hasn't read this post, where I vowed never to blog about dating ever again. But since freaking everyone already knows, I might as blog it now.

Long story short is he was going to double with me and my date (although where the heck I'd scrape up a date is beyond me), but then the chick he asked said no, so Jaimi told him to ask me already and get it over with. So we're going to go to the Training Table and Barnes & Noble this Saturday and have a jolly time of it.

-Brooke gave me this awesome headscarf thing for Christmas, and I really love wearing it. I feel so Jewish/Bohemian.

That's all I'm going to write because Seth will have a cow if I don't get off this very second. Gut shabes!