School

I so desperately want to be back at Brigham Young University.

All the times I had told myself I was never going to end up at BYU, that it was my last choice, that I would rather go almost anywhere else but BYU, I wish I could've seen how very much I was going to love it there. I wish I could've seen that it was actually a place where I was going to fit in and find the friends I had longed for. But how was I to know? When making my college decision I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. I had settled on a major (that I eventually changed) but besides that, I didn't know who I wanted to become.

Now that I know who I want to be, I am locked out from the place I can be best trained.

I know I can still become that person through other experiences, other universities. But I feel my progress may be slowed. My progress has already been slowed by my sheer idiocy. There are consequences for my actions and I have no one to blame but myself if I cannot go back to BYU.

xkcd

hmm

i have a feeling that life is mocking me...facebook style.

my current facebook status:
Natalie hates things, people and life. and desperately needs to take a long, long drive. with loud, loud music.

the three other facebook statuses that come up under mine on the home page:
AriAnn is happy.
Sean is happy.
Rebecca is reaching her goals. :)

hello.

sickness.

oh goodness

i am craving so very much to do some arts and crafts. holy crapppp.
i desperately need to get myself to a hobby lobby and buy some paper, lots and lots of paper and a new cutting board and knife and gluuuuuue. and two frames. i'm going to do a little beautifying project for the bathroom. hopefully. booooo. i wish i had gotten this stuff before today because then i could work on stuff today.
i still have a canvas board and a lot of paints but i don't have any paintbrushes. booooooooooo.
mebbe i'll go to walmart tonight and buy some cheap brushes i can use until i can get some legit ones. if i decide to continue painting. i think i'm going to stick to collages. i love paper. the end.

library

you know you work in a library when a coworker compliments your book cart.
and she's serious.