I finally finished my room! Woohoo! It only took all summer plus a little ( Read more... )

I spent the entirety of this afternoon and evening alone, despite everyone being home. As soon as we returned from Church, all three of my roommates disembarked to their rooms and tried ever so hard to not be seen again. They were quite successful ( Read more... )

This whole not-having-internet-in-my-room thing really dampens my desire to update. It takes extra effort to truck upstairs and get on the internet! And when I'm at Boy Who Smiles' house, I'm usually otherwise occupied. This is all very unfortunate, because I keep penning brilliant entries in my head, but by the time I actually sit down to post, I ( Read more... )

Boy Who Smiles has been Home Teaching since 12:30.

It is now 4:41.

Granted, he Home Taught one set of people, then got Home Taught, and is now Home Teaching the second set of people, but I find I'm getting impatient--not because I'm being ignored in favour of other people. I believe in Home Teaching and want him to do it. No, I'm getting impatient ( Read more... )

Francis has a student in his class who loves and adores the University of Utah. This boy and I have had a rivalry since the day he first brought his UofU bag to school. He lifts his bag, smiles, and gives me a thumbs up. I boo him from afar.

I'm a very mature teacher.

This boy is currently in my Crucial Concepts class, and today as he was working in ( Read more... )

I've been trying to pretend that I'm still normal and have a life outside of Boy Who Smiles, but I recently waxed eloquent in my head on owning up to the truth, which caused me to reevaluate my life and prompted this fessing up. I don't have a life outside of him. Well, I have one life outside of him, and that's school. So I have School Life and ( Read more... )

The following may or may not be a true story.

Names of  characters may or may not have been altered to protect the innocent.

Setting: Best in Music, Orem Mall.

Boy Who Smiles: blahblahblah blah blahblah blah blaaaaah Latin beat.
Me: ...I don't know what that is.
Boy Who Smiles: You know what a Latin beat is!
Me: Unless it's a vegetable, no I don't.
Boy ( Read more... )

Mostly completed the Kitchen of Doom. I did everything but the oven.  It was cleaned recently, it will survive... and I've already spent seven hours and fifteen minutes on that accursed room. I'm done. As I so eloquently put it on facebook, on to the Room of Doom ( Read more... )

Have started Epic End of Year Cleaning Madness. Cleaning the kitchen is a big job. I spent forever doing dishes, then got to work on the stove before I gave up for the night. I'll finish tomorrow when bed isn't calling to me ( Read more... )

I look forward to the day when I have my own home and am completely in charge of the cleanliness of it.  It honestly stresses me out to see my home an absolute pigsty, and it embarasses me to have people see it in such a state. But I lack the tact necessary to tell my roommates how much a dirty house upsets me.  Even when I try to be kind about it ( Read more... )