Idaho...oh my

Jan 13, 2006 23:28

I just thought I would inform everyone of my adventures in Idaho. Many times have a I heard of the strangeness of the mormons in Utah and Idaho. On the contrary, I have found they are a pleasant people, ready to help and never a harsh word is said. In other words, I haven't had a proper sarcastic, cynical conversation since I got here. When I fall down and tell my humorous tale, instead of jokes and cracks about my grace and height, I get sorrowful looks and multiple "oh, I'm so sorry." So instead I feel bad because I seem like I'm begging for pity when really, I want them to make fun and joke at my expense, as weird as that sounds... So my time is occupied in keeping silent until the times comes where I can place a nice compliment and try to be uplifting instead of fighting my negative nature and talking without complaint. Garret and Sarah have been my faithful companions, allowing me to talk and be as negative as I want, instead of having it build up and suddenly explode on the innocent residents of BYU-Idaho.

Along the note of BYU-Idaho, those who stated that this was not the place to go to wait for my return missionary, I laugh at you and your silly statement!! Being of a friendly nature and open disposition, that statement would be correct. Being unbelievably attractive and graceful may also make this statement correct. But alas, or to my benefit, I am a short, crabby virginian, prone to sarcastic out-brakes and blunt statements, not very becoming to the future bishops and leaders of Idaho and Utah!! Ha Ha!! My personality finally has a purpose!! Only with this personality could I stand a few years in a highly mormon populated place, with dating occurring all around me and I myself have no suitors!! Its like...destiny. Yes, everything does have a purpose and God is all-knowing. For example, dance class. I have fully accomplished to step on three men's toes and find that I enjoyed dancing with the girl balancing out the lack of men, then with the men themselves. Also, when we break from dancing, I notice that I am the only female not occupying my time with entertaining my partner with talk of dinner and sledding. I find myself laughing a lot...so I tend to walk away from people very quickly to keep from embarrassing myself. Its not that I think myself above other people...its that they look funny...I can't help but be amused. I can't think of an example now...but they just look the same...or they try to look different...and they look the same. One person, I noticed, seemed like they were going for a "tomboy" look, but I noticed that she was wearing a lot of makeup. I thought it humorous that this "boy" look would require so much makeup. I mean, wouldn't the "boy" look be no make up, with a tee shirt and baggy pants? I guess I just amuse myself with silly thoughts. I can't really do anything else here. I fear that if I shared these thoughts, I would get shunned for sinning in my thoughts.

One good thing about Idaho (Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the classes and the teachers. Apparently, I'm the only one who's ever heard of Van Gogh or Monet!) is the quarantined signs. I wish SVU had had these when I was there. If you break a "boy" rule, then your apartment is quarantined and no boys are allowed in for a week. Now this can be staying one minute past curfew or doing something scandalous. But either way, once they get it once, they never break that rule again. I love it!! So there's a big Q in the window and no one knows exactly what you did but they all know you did it!! Its so great. Apparently, I'm the only one amused, though. Every else goes "oh, I hate that sign! Its so horrible to get one. They all treat you like a sinner." but I am beside myself with amusement. I don't know if ever I'll really fit in here.

Don't get me wrong, they have a great sense of humor and love to laugh and play but its not like the east coast. I never knew how negative and sarcastic we were until I came here. So I have sworn to never live in Utah or Idaho. I don't care for the weather either. It feels just like Virginia except that there are giant mounds of red snow. "red snow?" you say, yes Red snow. They are prepared for snow here. I feel that part of snow's appeal is the cancellation of school. Am I wrong? So when the roads are clear before the next morning, its a little disappointing to see the winding gray snakes of road in-between the white snow. Ok, so where does the red come in? Well, instead of salt they use red dirt to melt it. So now there are winding grey snakes among giant mounds of red dirt and so now, instead of the winter wonderland of your dreams, we're in the fiery pits of hell, frozen over!! It doesn't look very pretty.

Choir is good. I'm a bass. Yes, bass.

My housemates are awesome. Not as awesome as Annika. That southern charm of hers can never be outdone. But certainly better than the disgusting displays of chloe, summer and jessie. Maybe I shouldn't use their real names...mandy, jennifer, and brittany. That's better. They are all of a cheerful disposition (big surprise) and a little on the ... how do you say...smart/dum side? They're smart sometimes but not so smart other times. They've never ventured past utah/idaho borders and I wonder if they realize the world is a much bigger place. I'm sure they do...I'm not sure if I believe that, though. They're not mean at all. They really are great. It's just my lack of intelligent, witty conversation that's makes me say these things. My mind and tongue are quickly withering away...

To keep my mind from becoming an LDS puddle of goo, I have taken up my old hobby of reading. There is no TV here and I swear I will never live with one again. I'm in the process of reading "Gulliver's Travels", "Nicholas Nickleby" and "Ivanhoe" all at the same time. I also astound my house mates with the speed of my reading. When I state something about myself, its generally true. For me to make such a bold statement, I had better be able to back it up. When I say I'm a good alto, I mean it. I'm so good, I'm a bass. And when I say I can read quickly, I mean it. I got my library books yesterday and am in the 5th chapter of "Gulliver" and the sixth chapter of "Nicholas Nickleby" and that's with a lot of interruptions (aka answering the door and phone and taking multiple messages from my house mate's multiple suitors.) I think that they are more astounded by it because they don't read quickly. You know those "help" pamphlets. They sit in counselor's offices and wait for someone to read them. They're little with colorless illustrations and talk about teen abuse, or post traumatic syndrome or depression and name the symptoms and how to treat it and all. Well, they're not very thick and it took me 5 minutes to read through one while waiting for my easy-mac to microwave. I still don't think my housemate has gotten through it. So, I guess I'm average...they're just slow readers.

Anyway, this is so ridiculously long that its probably not even being read. But it was nice to vent to my computer screen and I hope that there are others that will read this with humor and not shun me for my eastern way. I love you all...sorry...that was Idaho talking...not that I don't...I wouldn't normally be so warm and fuzzy...curses!! I'll write more later...
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