Immune

One step closer to being all ready to leave for Puerto Rico. There were 3 different immunizations I needed to get before I am ready medically to go: flu, Tdap, Typhoid. I got the flu shot a couple weeks ago for work and I guess that I should have been required to get that because I am sticking my face right next to children's mouths quite often. Oh well.

I went into the Provo Health Department to get everything taken care of. Ladies and Gentlemen the best time to go to the Health Department is in the evening. So I guess it is kind of like going to the DLD. Crowded. Plan for it to take at least an hour. If you do not like crowds you might hyperventilating. You get it. Well at the health department there are certain nights of the week where you are not required to make an appointment. This evening was one of those evenings. I walked into the room and it was absolutely empty! If you ever have to go to the health department for anything, make note that the evenings is the time to do it.

I filled out all the paperwork and then went into the clinic to get my shot. Shots. Blech. I have gotten them a million times and I don't ever recall needing to be held down for a shot but that does not make me any happier about the whole idea. On the bonus side the I only had to get one. I'm taking one orally and I guess I don't actually need the third one.

Anyway, I sat down and immediately had to start taking deep breaths to try and slow my heart rate down. I think the RN was laughing me in her head.
I got the warning that my arm would be sore for a week. Awesome! I was pretty successful at not tensing up... I think.

So now all I have to do is make sure that I stay on schedule with my Typhoid test. I am just waiting for 10:45 to get here. I'll have been without food for 2 hours and then I start.
WooHoo

Official immune(almost).

Last words

*I wrote this for a job application so that explains my vocabulary but I put down a couple deep thoughts that I find intriguing. So here you go*

           I was recently watching the television show entitled How I Met Your Mother. In the particular episode I was watching Marshall, one of the main characters, loses his hero; his father. He suffered from a heart attack. Throughout the whole episode the whole episode Marshall tries to remember what his father’s last words were. His friends try to cheer him up by saying that he and his dad had a good relationship so if his last words weren’t amazing, it was alright. When Marshall asked each one of his friends what their last words were with their fathers they all tasted a bit of what he was going through.

            This got me thinking about what my last words will be. Living is a normal thing to us. We each experience it every day. Every now and then we pass a thought to the idea of death but I wouldn’t say that death is normal for any of us to constantly worry about; we focus our efforts on living. Sometimes we come become so caught up in living we don’t stop to think about the reality of what we say. The episode of How I Met Your Mother didn’t get me thinking about death exactly but what we are remembered for. Granted, walking around with a heart full of hugs, telling everyone I care for only of how much they mean to me might be a bit of an extreme.

            After thinking about this I have decided that I need to be a bit more aware of what I am saying. I can begin improving my conversation in my day to day. Instead of passively asking a friend how they are, truly be interested. I think something like this could be started with simply wishing somebody to have a good morning, day, or afternoon. I can keep a constant reminder thought in the back of my head, “What can I say that I know I won’t regret?” In the worst case scenario I want to at least be remembered for being at least pleasant and considerate, not nasty or self-fish.

Laughterful

Last week I was filling out a job application. I reached one part where it asked me to list 5 words that I felt described me best. I was having a seriously hard time thinking of good ones, mostly because I didn't want to put a bunch of generic words. They have to get a real taste for who I am in these words.

I really wanted to write something down that pertained to how easily I am humored but couldn't think of any one word. I didn't want to put humorous because this entails being funny. I do have a hard time being serious and I have gotten a couple chuckles out of friends every now and then but I would not consider myself humorous. There were a few more of these words that applied to being humored but nothing that I was looking for.

After stewing for a while I invented a new word.
     Laughterful (adj) def. 1. Having lots of laughter bottled up inside oneself. 2. Easily humored.
Unfortunately for the sake of professionalism I refrained from writing it down. But oh how I wanted to put it down.

I like to think that I have started a few trends in my life and this is my new one.
Challenge: Use the word laughterful in regular conversation at least three times this week.
This new word describing my condition will be patented some day.

Social life

You know that moment when you find out you get to spend time with that someone you are interested in?

I don't know about you but I just about explode with excitement.

I have been containing that excitement inside me for a few days now.

Then today happened. 

I looked at my calendar and realized that it's going to have to be postponed.

Reality Check.

Trina, you a are a busy college student. 

Having a social life is not allowed.

Sometimes I really hate being busy.

Taking on the Challenge

Rules
1. Post rules of game so no one gets lost.
2. Post a photo and 11 random things about yourself.
3. Answer questions that were given you by tagger.
4. Ask some questions for those you tag to answer.
5. Tag some people to do this all over again.

Me visiting my parents grave...
If you can't tell by the dates, they are still alive.

Random Facts

1. I have a strange obsession with eating tortilla shells plain.

2. Since I started my job, I've made a habit of jumping out of bed in a panic in the middle of the night. Half the time I am still asleep. It really freaked my rommate out when it first started happening.

3. I have never read the Hunger Games.

4. On occasion I'll stop dead in my tracks while walking across campus. Stand for a minute or two. Then either change directions or continue the way I'm going. I'm indecisive and sometimes can't decide if I really want to go where I am going.

5. I do not sneeze like a girl.

6.  I hate scary movies. 

7. I have webbed toes.

8. I am no good at video games.

9. When I think I bother somebody, I want to get in their face and ask them why.

10.  When I get excited about my ideas I jump around.

11. I love dogs. I prefer those that are bigger than a rugby ball.

Early worm or night owl?

• Early worm. This definitely makes my ridiculous job schedule a little bit easier.

Celebrity crush?

• Oooh  I couldn't possibly give one answer for this one. Gerard Butler, Josh Turner, & Hugh Jackman :}

Favorite book(s)?

• Great Expectations, Sense and Sensibility, the Goose Girl series

What's your perfect day?

• Pleasantly warm outside. My whole family would somehow miraculously be in the same place at the same time. Of course we would have to eat a yummy dinner that included a bean salad and a macaroni salad.

Favorite memory?

• I have a terrible memory. So I can only think of a few. This is one is from a few summers back. I was up in Montana at my grandma's cabin. One afternoon I didn't have anything to do and I was feeling adventurous. I decided to hike the mountainous hill next to the cabin. The view at the top was seriously breathtaking. I could see the whole area in a way I had never before. It felt like I was on top of the world.

Which house would you be sorted into?

• Hufflepuff. Loyal, dedicated, hard working, all about fair play... Definitely.

Braids or ponytails?

• Braids. They are the thing I missed most when I chopped my hair off.

If you could be any age, what would it be & why?

• 70. I want to see what I'm like as a grandma.

How do you like your eggs?

• In a hole. With syrup. But they can't be even the slightest bit runny... gross.

Dream job?

• I would be in a symphony that recorded the music for movies.

If you could say one thing to the world, what would it be?

• Everything will work out. It always does.

                                                                        My questions.

1. If you could re-live one event in your life, what would it be?

2. Do you like tomatoes? Why or Why not?

3. What is the one movie that gets you crying the most?

4. Where is the most interesting place you've been?

Ex. Stuck in a closet with a fish.
A phone booth in England

5. What was your favorite childhood game?

6. What is the weirdest food you made in your kitchen?

7. What is one thing that drives you up the wall?

8. If you had the chance to live anywhere in the world, where would it be?

Have fun.

Cam & Kenzie, Chelsey, Leann, Melissa & Jared

Socially Dead

When I moved, I planned on my social life improving.

Unfortunately the only thing that has changed is my address.                  I'm still antisocial.

It was only on this fine Friday evening while making meatloaf that I realized this. 

       Last weekend all I did was watch movies, do homework and feasted on food.

              And that is exactly how the weekend before that went.

Besides making a corsage for my little brothers date tomorrow night and going to a wedding reception, this weekend is going to be practically identical.

But to be honest, I'm not too bummed about it. 

At the moment I think my life is full and wonderful just the way it is.

Music is crazy sometimes.
Well songs are.

I was sitting on my bed just folding my laundry when Pandora decided to play a certain song.
I've heard it a million times and sung it just as many.

But this time was different.
Coincidentally the song applied to my life directly.
                                                     This doesn't happen to me often.

I'm thinking this is just a little way for God to remind me that it's all in his hands. I just have to wait and see how it plays out.

I've listened to it on repeat a few times since.              


                                     Just a few.

Bedtime

I have come to the conclusion that once I hit 1:00 A.M. my brain completely shuts down.

Normally I'm forgetful and distracted, resulting in a seriously unfocused Trina. 

But once my brain shuts down it all goes. 

My homework is piling up but it won't help anybody if I'm not actually processing what I am reading.

Bed time.

(This state isn't too productive. Obviously.)

Please excuse me.

Those links in my last post were slightly obnoxious....

But definitely necessary sometimes.

It was late. I was tired and sick of being stressed.

It's Thursday. I'm am again tired. I have two papers due tomorrow that I really don't want to do right now.

I'm going to ramble because I feel like I worn my sister out with my whining.

I love dancing. That's what I want to be doing right now.

I'm impatient. I want to get better at dancing but feel like I don't have 

the time.

I really want to go on a date.

With somebody my age.

Somebody who is not a creeper.

I should to write a reply letter but don't have time.

I'm in charge of a Halloween party for 200 people.

I really don't want to screw it up.

I need to see my best friends because it's been too long.

I need to get away from a computer and go outside.

Maybe hike the "Y"

I would love a job so I can move out of my grandma's basement.

It would be fantastic if Christmas would come faster

so that I can see my whole family together again.

Sometimes I think that God allowed music to exist just for me.

The topic has nothing to do with my situation

but it just reminds me that everything is going to be alright.

It's life.

Life is funny that way.

STORY:

Time: Summer 2011

My sister is the owner of an awesome, cheap scooter, that is bright red. She named it Eugene.  It really is a fantastic scooter. But I think I'm too klutzy to be around it.

Anyway. I had put some things in the seat so that I wouldn't have to carry them. 

We had arrived home so of course I went to get whatever it was out of the seat. 

Well on Eugene's  right side, there is a huge exhaust pipe. And I got too close. Oops.

It was super painful. 

Time: Fall 2011

We had just arrived home from church. Obviously wearing a skirt, my leg was kinda stuck to 

Eugene's leather seat. I struggled while dismounting to get myself unstuck but in the process

I stepped closer than I usually did. 

The back of my leg slid right down the exhaust pipe. 

Oops.

You think I would have learned my lesson but of course I didn't. 

I have now.

Eugene is like a horse. You should ALWAYS approach him from his left side.

The End.

Great things of my day:

• I slept in 40 minutes today. But I did go to bed last night at one.
• Kathleen Seffield is one of the most incredible women I know. She knows just how to help somebody forget about their stresses.
• I scored the highest I ever have on a college exam today. 
• I laughed for 10 minutes straight.
• My sister and I were discussing shopping for feminine supplies today in the parking garage. We realized that a fellow scooter driver (man) overheard our whole conversation. 
• Mr. Book of Mormon and I had a discussion about our corduroy TOMS. Well mine are knock-off brand but that's alright.
• (Not today) I received a letter in the mail on Saturday.

Sleep.

Something very sad. For the past couple of weeks I don't think I've been able to sleep all the way through the night. I have been sabotaged by countless things. Dreams of tarantula's about to crawl under my covers with me. My grandmas inability to turn her air conditioning on. Uncomfortably having all my covers scrunched onto my torso, so that my feet are covered. Going to bed wanting to quote Atlantis to my sister, so when she finally gets home my brain wakes me up to do it.

Just a few of the reasons.

I'm very frustrated with myself. I'm generally a fantastic sleeper. I sleep long and deep. I sleep through wailing babies crying. I don't know what is wrong with me.

Maybe if I start going to bed sooner it might help.

GOAL: I'm going to be in bed by 10:00 p.m. from now on.

Kinda backwards that I'm setting this goal when it's like 1:40 in the morning. It doesn't count for tonight because it's Friday so this is me soaking up the fact that it is a weekend.

Sweet dreams. I hope they are better than mine;)

Today it was juice

A few of my imperfections. It's really a problem.

AWKWARD: Yesterday I ran into one of my ex-boyfriend's father. I promise it gets worse. He could not remember my name. After talking for a while it seemed like he was going to shake my hand but I wasn't sure but I went for it. I stuck my hand out just to find that I was very mistaken. Hawk-ward.

CLUMSY: Today it was juice. I love Apple Juice. Definitely not as much as one of my True Badgers best friend, who marks the container with a sharpie every time she takes a drink, but I'm a fan. Today I poured myself a cup and I set it down to say prayers with grandma. When I came back for it, instead of picking it up, I knocked it over. It spilled onto the marble table and then it ran right off onto the cute old-lady rug.

INARTICULATE: I just am. Today I was talking to a boy in Book of Mormon and I told him that my bottle cap necklace was for my last name. Which was H. He was very confused. I was confused as to why he was confused, until he restated what I had said. Another time I said people oppress memories. Instead of suppress memories. I didn't know the difference.

DISTRACTED: I am constantly watching things that are going on around me or thinking about more than one thing. Very often I will be having a conversation with somebody about something awesomely deep when I will interrupt with a comment about what a person who just walked passed me was wearing. 

Or when there is a television on in the room, my eyes become glued to it. It does not matter what is on. I've had it happen with that silly toddler show with colorful ball people that just float around and have the ability to retract their heads like turtles.

Journal.

It's 7:20 in the evening and feel like going to bed.

I have been subtracting 1.5 hours of sleep off of my 8 hours everyday this week. 

I ride to school everyday, which gets me sweaty.

I dance for 3 hours and then walk up the Richards' Building stairs, which gets me even more sweaty.

I attend my multiple classes, which really aren't that bad. Just lots of notes. 

Then I ride home from school. More sweat.

But my day is definitely not over yet.

I have to get to work.

I ride to work. Sweat.

I do my janitorial duties. Snack on some whales. (My new favorite food. 

They are a million times better than Goldfish)

I must eventually go home. My last sweat of the day.

                        Lack of sleep

+             Commuting 

           to/from school

+                   Dancing 

+      Hiking the stairs

+ Going to/from work  

=      Fairly tired Trina

 *This next piece is for ramblings sake. I need to mention it or else I won't stop thinking about it.*

Future posterity. You might not know me so I will tell you, I have always paid attention to boys.  As a child I had at least 5 boys I was in love with and I planned on marrying my oldest brother's best friend (There is a 10 year difference). I have never been able to help myself, it just happens. It's unpreventable.

That being said I want to tell you about my crushes of fall 2011. I have quite a few but this university is just full of attractive men. I just about have one in all of my classes. The order is just me going through my class schedule, no other significance.

Ballroom acquaintances

Kyle

Great smile. From ?Hawaii/Tahiti? Very nice.

Cute

James

Fantastic dancer. Eyes as blue as 'pools of Listerine'.

Very nice.

Gold Latin 1

Steve

He's cute and has a freckle/mole in his eye.

When you first look at him, it looks like a bug.

Contemporary

Jake

The Tuesday/Thursday accompanist. Longboards. Attractive.

Plays the drums. Well dressed. Was in marching band. Been to Ireland! 

We flirt.

Jordan

The Monday/Friday accompanist. A slight lurp. Cute.

 Amazing at the piano. Sings like an angel.

Dallin

Adorable. Nice. We're buds.

Brandon

Incredible Ballroom/Latin dancer. So attractive!

Has some fantastic Jesus sandals. Wears the coolest pants.

Orientation to dance

None

Book of Mormon

Austin

Nice. Built. Muscular.

American Heritage

None

300+ boys in my class. Haven't really looked.

Family History

Bryce

Super amazingly pretty eyes. Spiritual.

Dresses nicely.

Ballroom Team

Josiah

Ruggedly handsome. Sings.

Jordan

Funny. Easy to tease. Good dancer.

Has an equally hard time talking as me (Doesn't realize it).

Very spiritual

I love boys:)