Mystery Meat

I tried Spam for the first time today. Was it an experience that I looked forward to my whole life? Not particularly. You see, in Creative Writing, we've started the section on poetry. My teacher brings up the fact that some university or other had a Spam Haiku contest thing. There were hundreds of entries. Well, she happens to be a connoisseur of the how to prepare Mousubi, a Hawaiian food that entails spam buried in rice, surrounded by lettuce or seaweed or some green-brown thing. She said that if we came to class with a spam Haiku, we could partake of this amazing meal. I've never had spam, (that I know of) and so I was curious. I made my Haiku, brought it to class, and got my Mousubi. It smelled funny. And I'm a pretty picky eater. In my defense, I'm so much less picky now than I was as a little kid, but still . . .
So I carried this little green-brown mystery Spam around with me for an hour and a half before I finally got brave and nibbled off a piece. Okay, it wasn't bad. It was actually decent. But, the smell was so much more potent with the saran wrap off and that deterred me a little. In fact, I couldn't even finish it because the smell overtook my taste buds. I've decided that I think I'm okay with eating real ham or whatever meat spam is imitating. But, aren't you proud of me for being brave?!

Ode to Lunchables

I love Lunchables! I don't know if it's the irresistable taste of the ham- (water added) or just the memory of field trips in elementary school that does it for me. . . But, they are cheap, quick, and taste great with Tang! One annoying little downside to Lunchables is how they get stuck at the roof of your mouth. The cheese can really get in there. However, one of my roommates kindly pointed out that if you put the ham on top of the cheese, it will act as a buffer between the roof of your mouth and the cheese. Thus, preventing the annoying cementation to your mouth. BONUS!
Since we're doing poetry in Creative Writing for the next couple of weeks, I thought I'd write a Haiku in honor of the amazing Lunchable.

Ham and Swiss on wheat.
CapriSun and candy too.
Makes field trips more fun.

Amazing, isn't it? Can you tell I have nothing else to write about?!?

Saturday

HALLOWEEN!!!! Something wicked this way comes!
I absolutely love Halloween! No matter how old I get, I will never lose the giddy, childlike feeling of excitement when Halloween time comes. Despite the fact that I have to work until 10, I'm super excited for tonight. Although, I don't know how it will be able to top last year's Spice Girls costumes . . .
Hilary and I decided to be the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles this year. We enlisted our roommate Lindsay Bragg and our friend Jeff to complete the set. Our costumes are 100% unique and homemade, (despite the fact that we bought the shirts and pants and things at Walmart). Anyway, we are planning on partying it up at the Brick Oven which is where Hilary works and then going to hang out with some of our friends until the morning light.
I LOVE HALLOWEEN!!!

Sunday

Welp. I didn't get into the Dance Ed major. It didn't come as a real big shock. I mean, I got a callback, which was good because they could have just said, 'Sianara, you stink!' So, I got to dance my solo one more time, (and I kicked trash) but in the end it just didn't cut it. That wasn't the path in life that I was supposed to take, no matter how much I wanted it. I'm happy with my performance, (minus the major screw-ups in Ballet and the Adagio) and I'm not sulking over the fact that my dream just got shut down.
Because I'm technically a Junior, (almost a Senior) I got to register for classes like, 2 days ago. I registered for all dance classes, hoping that I'd be in the major. So, I had to get on and finally pick a major to stick to. After much debate and deliberation, I have decided to get a degree in Family Studies emphasizing Human Development. While many would scoff at this idea and tell me I was only going to school to get my MRS degree, you will be happy to note that not only will I make an amazing mommy some day, but that I'll also get to counsel or volunteer for a disability-type center. So, for all of you out there who were laughing at me, stick that in your juice box and suck it!

Friday

I. Cannot. Move. This morning I woke up at 6:30 am to prepare for the Dance Ed auditions at 8. I danced for 6 1/2 hours. I think the last 5 hours my muscles were cold. And, as luck would have it, right as I walked in the door, work called to ask if I could come within 30 minutes for a random shift. Desperate for the money, I agreed. I started to regret my decision 15 minutes into the shift, however, as my feet began to swell. Cutting them off would have relieved the pain significantly.
How did I do it in high school? How did I spend 2+ hours in the morning, 3 1/3 hours after school for work, and then another 2 hours after work dancing? I'm starting to feel like an old woman. Staying up past midnight means there's no way in heck I'm getting up on time for class the next morning. My body must be deteriorating quickly, because last year I rarely went to sleep before 2 am. I'm losing my night-owl-ness and becoming more like Dad. Pretty soon I'll be going to sleep at 9:30 and considering waking up at 7 am sleeping in.

Last Thursday

I'm seriously running out of things to write about. It's hard to post events that happen to me every day because, let's face it, my life isn't THAT interesting. I'm a Mormon in Utah, who attends BYU. WHOA, step back! I don't have that many observations either. I focus on school, walking home, and sleeping. I don't even have time to think about eating. I'm running out of creativity at this point, as well. I've hit the peak in my learning ability for the semester. I just can't cram anymore information in there. There. Is. No. More. Room. The end of the semester can't come fast enough. Sometimes I wonder why I have to be so stubborn. Why do I have to be so academically driven? Why do I have to accomplish as much as I possibly can in the shortest amount of time? Why do I try to be a superhuman when it's impossible? Why do I have to be so nice sometimes? Sometimes, I think I just like to stress. I love the feeling of my heart dropping into my gut when I realized I've overbooked myself or I had an assignment due an hour ago. I crave the excitement, I think.
Heaven help me . . .

Today's

So I've been slacking on my posts. I'm sorry for that. The internet at my apartment has been completely ridiculous as students are getting on every night to sign up for classes and jam up the internet. But, don't worry. I've camped out in the library for the past few hours to catch up on homework.
I'm starting to love Mondays. Yes, it is an extremely long day, filled with classes that I only partly stay awake in. Note to everyone: DO NOT take a 2 1/2 hour class on a Monday. Or any day for that matter. It's utterly . . . crappy. There's just no other word for it. Anyway, I'm getting spoiled. Monday is the day of emails and Castle. Also, every Monday is just that much closer to my birthday, Christmas Break, and the New Year. While there are more negative aspects to Mondays, the little positives outweigh them.
P.S. You really should start watching Castle. It is HI-larious. So much better than any other crime show. LOVE IT!