36 Hours.
Just 36 hours more before I defy gravity.
36 hours more before I begin my journey home.
Just 36 more hours. I can hold on. I'm going home.
36 Hours.
Just 36 hours more before I defy gravity.
36 hours more before I begin my journey home.
Just 36 more hours. I can hold on. I'm going home.
There is a thumbtack stuck to the ceiling,
It is green.
This room is very quiet,
The Jealous Hypocrite shoots me disapproving glances from across the table.
Our neighbors speak of random oddities in muffled voices from behind the wall.
I am bored tonight, with no actual work left for me.
There is a thumbtack stuck to the ceiling.
It is green.
And it is fascinating.
Since yesterday it was Thanksgiving Day here in the United States I decided to make a list of 10 things I am Thankful for (in no order of importance):
1. My family
2. My opportunity to study at BYU
3. My friends
4. My wonderful and amazing-beyond-all-comparison Girlfriend
5. My incredible intellect
6. My devilishly handsome good looks
7. My even better sense of humour
8. My warm coat
9. The technology that allows me to talk to people I love who are far away
10. The Dear Readers of my blog, there are so few of you out there, so thank you for taking the time to read the thoughts of my mind.
Happy Holidays to all of you! Cheers!
I supposedly have a sense of humour that speaks of living close to Washington D.C. My humourous anecdotes also add colour to my image as "Not from Utah". Personally, one of my favorite tales from growing up comes from when I was a volunteer for the Romney Campaign (yes I am a Republican, and I am not ashamed of it). I was a young smiling kid ready to go and do my part, albeit small, for what I believe would have been a better path for the nation.
So there I am in some khaki shorts and a Romney/Ryan shirt. My partner and I did the first two doors together. Not so bad. So then I go to take my side of the street, and the first person to answer the door is a large, muscular black man. I felt like David looking up to Goliath, the man was a giant filling the entire doorway. And of course, he had Obama's face tattooed on his right arm.
Needless to say, I was not received very well.
This brings me to a point that the humour and jokes one tells really does say a lot about the place they come from, my joke shows (I think) the atmosphere of severe partisanship and division I see where I live. Here in Utah though, it's a little different.
What I've experienced here in enormous quantities, are not political jokes, not even as many Mormon jokes as you would expect. No, the largest topic for jokes out here is marriage.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm not against getting married, in fact I look wholeheartedly forward to the day that my life is figured out enough that I can settle down with someone I love and know I will be with them for eternity. Eternity with someone I love would be more than I could ever dream.
Apparently I missed some Utah Joke Training course.
Today in Marketing class the Professor's lecture today was on consumer behavior in making purchasing decisions. He used the example of selecting a college to attend. By breaking college down into several components he found how someone would decide to go to a college they find the most value in. These components included: Cost, Location, Education, and EC Locator, among other things.
At this point I feel like I had missed something. EC Locator? What's an EC Locator I asked. Thankfully a similarly thinking classmate of mine was brave enough to ask the question, "What is the EC Locator?" To this the Professor replied rather jovially, "That's your chances of finding and Eternal Companion at the college of your choice!"
Now this got me confused. For starters, I didn't select what college I wanted to go to based on getting married. Second off I don't much feel like dating anyone here, let alone marry anyone here. Thirdly (and in my opinion, most importantly) there's someone at home that I love and feel perfect with. (Snap out of it! This is getting to be really sappy!)
Either way, marriage jokes aside, more and more I find myself a certain outsider here to Utah culture and environment. The air is colder sooner in the year and the sky is constantly cloudless. My favorite movies and shows are scarce here as I rarely meet anyone who could respond to any question regarding Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog, Welcome to Night Vale, or Sleepy Hollow. Meanwhile the pastime of choice here appears to be platonic dating (if not something even worse which I will only refer to as NCMO). And this is fine, I am content to hang out with friends, and work and study while they decide to date. While they date I dream of the day I can return home and all I can say is: It will all be worth it.
Oftentimes I wonder,
Whether I should fold the clothes,
Would the world be torn asunder,
Should I leave them in their troves?
They sit there in the bag,
And seem to look with wondering eyes,
Why does their owner lag,
In his numerous tries.
Maybe we are forgotten,
And he has turned his eyes.
Maybe he hates our cotton,
And has learned to despise.
But the kind owner did not forget,
He takes them each, one by one,
And removes all thoughts of neglect,
And from the homely hanger they are swung.