I've been wanting to blog a lot lately, but I'm starting to get worried that I'll overwhelm you all, dear readers, with the onslaught of posts, and you'll get freaked out and start running around in circles screaming "Too many woooorrrrddddsssss!!!" and then you'll run away and never read my blog again. And that would be sad, I guess. Oh well.
I should have gone to bed about two hours ago, but then I missed the appropriate time window. I stayed up so late that I guaranteed that I'll be tired tomorrow. So now I'm thinking, "What's the point of going to bed if I'm going to be exhausted either way? Might as well stay up." Except that I told a friend I couldn't go on a Denny's run because I needed to sleep, so I guess I ought to go to bed on principle...
Until yesterday, I'd forgotten how much I love back massages. And head scratches. In case you were wondering, it's a whole lot. As a good friend discovered last night, I can go from hate to adoration in about a tenth of a second when proper scalp massage techniques are applied. It's a bit pathetic really. Also, my back muscles are apparently just a solid mass of knots and tension. I feel self-conscious about this, though I'm not sure why.
I'm going snowboarding on Saturday. I don't care that it's April and the snow will likely be horrible. I'm like a kid on Christmas Eve right now. Ever since last night when wardfriend invited me to come, it's been interrupting my thoughts: "Okay, so I have Music History homework, and I need to write that email for (SNOWBOARDING SNOWBOARDING SNOWBOARDING SNOWBOARDING)...and I need to mail that thing so that (SATURDAY SATURDAY SNOWBOARDING SNOWBOARDING)...what was I thinking about?"
I'm so excited for this semester to be over. I have all sorts of crazy plans for this spring and summer: rockclimbing, camping, visiting a dear friend in Seattle, roadtripping to California, scuba-diving in the Caribbean, and reading a lot. At the same time though, I'm so sad this semester is ending. All of my favorite BYU classes ever have been this semester. I'll miss the debates about whether using a synth pad invalidates a Tibetan folk musician's authenticity. I'll miss Dr. Johnson's tangents about how much he loves Charles Ives, and how Richard Wagner was simultaneously a musical genius and an abhorrent human being. I'll miss getting free books from my Children's Lit class. But most of all, I think I'll miss Brother Jaccard and the 4 sweet girls who I've had classes with since I've started this major, and who I now consider some of my best friends. I know I'll still see them around, and I hope that we can still have that bond. That we can still play "Shoo Turkey" or "Frog in the Middle," and make jokes about descending minor thirds that nobody else understands, and chastise each other for using the words "good job." Two years ago, I'd never met any of these girls, and now I can't imagine school without them. Here's hoping we'll have at least some of our el ed classes together in the fall.