Mazel Tov

I love when semesters end. I get to check my grades on AIM and cringe as I scroll down, because I'm expecting an unfortunately-low grade in some class or another. But sometimes I open my eyes and see that by some stroke of luck I received a grade that is somehow much higher than I could have ever expected. Now, I realize that you might have taken Stats 221, in which case this won't happen to you. But by some reason, which will forever be unknown to me, I received an A- in my consumer behavior class.

Some of you may be thinking, "Why Becca, that's a super-easy class to get a good grade in."

Yeah, well not when you get a 76% on the first test. Thanks for rubbing it in.

Ho Ho Hum

In the words of Cindy Lou Who, "Where are you Christmas? Why can't I find you?" Tsk tsk. I have to admit that I'm utterly disappointed that on this Christmas Eve day it is a bizarre 48 degrees outside. Does this mean that the whole global warming thing is for real? It's always a little tough for me to feel the Christmas Spirit when I'm in Provo working on final projects, studying for finals and worrying about things. This year my apartment was even more Christmassy than in Decembers past-we even had real mistletoe-but I usually don't feel it until I get home for the holidays. This year is different. I must be some sort of Scrooge. It doesn't feel like Christmas at all to me. I have to wonder if this is a natural occurrence. Do people eventually reach an age where a lot of the yuletide excitement is gone? Or could my apathetic attitude be accredited to the toasty mid-October weather?

When I lived at home I was the one to don the house with lights. That job has since been passed down. And I didn't go with my family to pick out a tree this year. Perhaps these things should take the blame for this Disenchanted Christmas.

As some can attest, I'm not a big fan of Old Man Winter. I always love being able to be outdoors in comfortable weather. The freezing cold is generally miserable for me. Only during the month of December do I feel like cold, snow and ice are justified. It's too bad that in the month that I allow low temperatures they aren't even here. We went to the Joseph Smith Commemoration last night, and afterwards I walked out the doors into the typically-frigid Salt Lake City air without my jacket on didn't so much as shiver. Today I was driving my sisters around to deliver Christmas presents to their friends, and I actually had to turn on the air conditioning because it was so toasty inside the car. These things: not normal.

But alas, I cannot blame the weather for my dispassionate feelings. Maybe I'll stick the blame on the fact that I don't have someone to conspire and dream by the fire with.

Maybe I should have asked Santa to believe in him again like when I was five. It always was more fun that way, wasn't it? Where is my Ghost of Christmas Past?

Merry Christmas Eve everyone.

here, at the end of all things

I just want to stand and say that I overcame my fear of being nerdy and played the piano in the Terrace yesterday afternoon.

I was just studying for my last final on the 5th floor of the library. I've been having an incredibly difficult time staying awake for longer than half an hour at a time. I keep going on field trips to get myself going again. Finals week is an interesting time of year on campus. It's probably the only time when four people who don't know each other can all sit at a table together and not feel like their personal bubble is being invaded. I don't know how couples can sit at tables together and think that they'll get any studying done. I looks difficult. Try it and see. It's almost 4 p.m and I haven't received any phone calls or text messages on my cell phone yet today. Unheard of. Do people not call each other during finals week? I guess not. I think there's also been an overload of people on the HBLL's wireless internet network. They really need to work on that.

It's interesting to see obscure BYU students in the library for the first time this semester. Where do all of these people come from? I have my suspicions that they've probably crawled out from the HFAC stairwells or the computer science labs. Why do people suddenly want to study in the library during finals week? Why now if they've been studying in some other place all semester? I'm so used to seeing the same people over and over again. I feel like I know so many people that I actually don't. But in some way...I do. Anyways, these new faces are throwing off my groove.

Well, recess is over. Back to studying.

powerbook party

Me, Seth, and Hunter rockin' on in the Ad Lab. Sorry Seth, your eyes are closed. Better luck next time. Photo courtesy of Dave Mathis's camera phone.

our getaway in park city

Main Street Park City (left to right: Amy, Jenna, Natalie, Me, Molly, Rachelle, Ashley, Amy's little sister, Julie)


















Molly and Me

After having an Ad Lab-related meltdown on Friday, a bunch of friends and I went to Natalie's cabin/house in Deer Valley for the night. It was quite lovely. Her dad was in town and made us steak for dinner. Then we went and strolled down main street in Park City. I saw Santa. Anyways...my roommates and I decided that we need to make a Christmas card. So we had a little photo shoot Olan Mills style. After that we woke up to a snow-covered valley, waffles, and eggs. Mmm it was nice.

















Here's a sneak preview of one of our Christmas pictures. I know you're excited to get one.

tears on my pillow...

It's true. All the rumors you've been hearing are true. If you didn't already know, I'm sorry you all had to find out this way. I thought it was fate. I thought this was IT. It was an incredible three months. We got in plenty of arguments, we were even violent at times (I have the bruises to prove it), and that wasn't always so fun. But then we also had moments of excitement, of triumph. We really bonded, you know? Remember when we went to Tomassito's together? Or the time we were together in the cold rain? sigh. Those were the days. But unfortunately all good things must come to an end. Yes, perhaps by now you've guessed the cause of my sorrow; Chi Squared lost. We are out of the tournament.

the good old days

Remember the good old days when your mom would make you french toast in the mornings? Oh wait, mine made me some today. Mmmmm... So it's good to be home. I've already rememorized how to play "Brick" on the piano, gone to my little sister's indoor soccer game, seen Pride & Prejudice with my mom and sister (great cinematography by the way) and played a rousing game of Chinese Checkers with Mikell and some of her nieces and nephews. This is a break well-earned and well-needed. So although being away from Provo will do me much good, I also miss it already. It's strange when you come "home," (Farmington) but right away you just want to go "home" (Provo) again. I live so close to Provo (one hour) that I really could just go back and forth. I'm exercising my will to force myself to stay in Farmington until Sunday (did I mention how full the cupboards are here?). So until then Provo, I'm going to go watch Lord of the Rings.

oh the insanity

Just so you all know, I am absolutely obsessed with BYU Creamery Salsa. It makes me happy when I'm down. It wakes me up when I'm tired. It makes me hyper when I'm being boring. It fulfills my vegetable servings. It has helped me make friends. It truly brings people together. It completes me.

Hey this is Kenny with Decaf Comedy Jam

Me, Kenny, Alison, Seth. One third of the Creative Track.

Seth and I met up with some other advertising students (Sarah and Alison) at Kenny's Decaf Comedy Jam at UVSC on Wednesday. It was actually pretty hilarious. Although I've been friends with Kenny for several months this is the first of his comedy shows that I've attended. (Very bad of me, I know.) This show included stand up, sketches and improv. The only comedy I've really seen like this is Seinfeld's "I'm Telling You for the Last Time" (which is hilarious). So I'm an amateur. But way to go Kenny and crew--I laughed a lot.

"Call me BACK!"

Live it up.

Everyone should break into the Lavell Edwards Stadium at least once during their BYU career.

All Hallow's Eve

I am goth. I don't smile.

Allstars

We went into the tournament ranked 6th in Upper Division. We won our first tournament game, and our next game is Tuesday at 9 p.m. Awwwwwwww CHI SQUARED!

That's awesome dawg.

This is the best photo I took at our film shoot (Kenny McNett and Gabe something or other).

So I went to my first film shoot ever a week or two ago. I'm in a TV commercial production class, and our project is to actually make a commercial. So I stayed up all night filming a commercial in a restaurant in Payson (like really, all night). It was a good time, let me tell you. I took about five million pictures and ate about five billion swedish fish. I actually didn't do a whole lot at the shoot itself, the other two ad students and I just sat around, dressed up in our props, watched the monitor, and acted as extras.

Whew!

I turned in my application for the New York Internship on Monday. I worked on my portfolio for hours and hours, so it felt like such a relief when I finally got everything done and printed (especially since I was in Cougar Creations for 3.5 hours on Monday morning). Check back on November 17th to see if I got accepted. Cross your fingers!

Exciting Moment

Before Tuesday I had no idea that I could set up my laptop to be able to print to the printers in the HBLL from my wireless internet. Thank you so much, Techie Guy, who set up my computer and will save me so much time in the future. To all of you who knew about this and didn't tell me: shame on you.