Hair

So, I thought I'd post a couple of my favorite songs from Lady GaGa's new album.  I finally bought it, and I love it.  I'm debating on which song is my favorite.  This one is tied with another one.

House of the Rising Sun

I generally don't watch American Idol.  However, it was on right before Bones this year, so I'd occasionally catch a performance or two, and my roommates sometimes watched it, so I sat down to watch with.  This girl got voted off, but I tell you, she's the one that should have won American Idol.  Don't get me wrong, I love Scotty's voice, but this girl can sing.  This was my favorite performance, hands down.  She'll have a contract, I think.  At least, one would hope she'd get signed with such a great voice and stage presence.



This is the original by The Animals.  I think Haley Reinhart does a fantastic job with the song.

Summer Movies

I have a sneaking feeling I'm going to end up seeing this.



And this:



They're both coming out in June.  Anyone want to go see them with me?

Why'd You Email?

Every few months, I'll get an email from my ex.  I feel like this, tweaking the lyrics a bit to put email where call is and name where number is, and trying to win me back where "make love tonight" is*.  He used to call me all the time, until I changed my cell number and avoided phone calls to my parents' house.  And I felt like that song a lot, and I thought that maybe I was over feeling that way, but yesterday's email made me feel that way again.  It's probably lame of me to connect myself with a song.  Teenageresque, maybe?  Still, it's how I feel.

He emailed me to tell me he got his driver's license.  Good for him.  He wants to meet up and play catch-up over lunch.  No thanks.  I can't; for my own sanity I can't.  Occasionally, I feel like I am going to have to move across the country just to get away from everything.  I don't care for living in a constant state of annoyance.

So, I'm going to make sure that I really enjoy myself over the weekend.  Plenty of movies, books, and finishing up crochet projects and gardening.  Oh, and I guess I'll have to add homework in there somewhere.  Still, it promises to be a great long weekend, and I'm not going to let my ex get me riled up and ruin it.

*Why’d you call me today with nothing new to say?
You pretend it’s just hello, but you know what it does to me to see your number on the phone.

Now tell me, what do you want? What do you want? What do you want from me?
Are you tryin’ to bring back the tears or just the memories?
You keep takin’ me back, takin’ me back where I’ve already been.
When we hang up it’s almost like I’m losing you again.
Can’t you see? So what do you want, what do you want from me?

I get so tired of living like this.
I don’t have the time, neither do my friends,
To stay up at night, to pull me through,
And to find the things to keep my mind off of you.

So, now tell me, what do you want? What do you want? What do you want from me?
Did you call to say you’ve find someone and I’m a used- to- be.
You keep takin’ me back, takin’ me back where I’ve already been.
If you’ve moved on why does it feel like I’m losing you again?
Can’t you see? So what do you want? What do you want from me?

What do you want me to say?
That I’m content? That I’m on the fence? That I wish you would’ve stayed?

Oh baby what do you want, what do you want, what do you want from me?
To come here and make love tonight cause you’re feelin’ lonely.
You keep takin’ me back, takin’ me back where I’ve already been.
When we wake up and say goodbye it’s like I’m losing you again.
Can’t you see? So what do you want, what do you want from me?
What do you want, what do you want from me?

You're Doctor Who!

I love this comic relief.

What Do You Want

On the Weekend

I'm home for at least the next two days, and I can't wait for the weather to get warm again. I'm really worried that my seeds I planted last week won't sprout because of the cold, wet weather. But hey, I'm going to the Revenge of the Nerds 2nd Annual Dance, and that should be fun. I'm hoping to try out my dance moves I learned in Dance 180. Cha cha and foxtrot I have down, and I'm working on waltz. I currently know six steps for the waltz on the bronze level. I wish I could say that I knew more than just the bronze level, but oh well. Everyone has to start somewhere, right? I think I'll just keep on going with ballroom classes, and hopefully I'll know a bunch of different dances all at the silver level. I don't know that I'll be around BYU long enough to get to the gold level of dance. Still, this ballroom dance class is one of the funnest classes I've ever taken at school.

And the starts I planted last week and put on the heating mat sprouted right up. I'm going to transplant them into peat pots tomorrow, most likely. We'll see how things go. With any luck, my mom will have a few nice cucumber plants to put in the garden over Memorial Day weekend. Now we just have to keep singing "Rain rain go away and don't come back for a month" and hope that our wishes come true.

Maybe I'll have pictures to post later, but don't count on it. I didn't bring my camera home today. Everyone hope that someone posts pictures of the dance on Facebook. And another problem, I don't have any nerdy attire. Still, I'll go anyway and have some fun. Who knows, I might find the love of my life there! Hahaha, like that's very likely. But still, company, friends, dancing and fun.

And another cool thing: I typed this entire thing on my Dad's IPad.

On Campus

Some animals I've seen while on BYU campus:

I saw two quail on the way home from campus.  I haven't seen quail in years, so I thought it was cool.

Stray cats

This was chosen because I can't name all the types of birds I've seen. 

Guide dogs

And I never have my camera on me when I want it.

Judgement Day

I saw one of these billboards on my way back to Provo yesterday evening.  People, people.  Remember that scripture in Matthew 24?  When Christ is talking about the second coming, he says, "But of that day and hour knoweth no man, no, not the angels of heaven, but my Father only."  Your very own Bible that guarantees this date also tells you that you're wrong.  So yeah, I'm skeptical, and I'm not going to ask your pardon for it.  When May 22 comes around with no second coming having occurred on the 21st, don't say that I (and your Bible) didn't tell you so.

Knock Knock

At least, it made me giggle.

Slow Dancing in a Burning Room

This is my favorite John Mayer song.

Simple Gifts

Flowers picked from an obliging field, given to me by Debi Johanson

Given to me just because she thought I needed them.  The people in my ward are awesome.

The Mother's Day Project

Don't mind the red streak next to the afghan.  That's a scarf (which will used as an example later).

And don't mind the shadows.  I was too lazy to figure out how to remove my shadow from the picture.

Savory Salsa Afghan close-up (finally, Chelsea, you got to the pattern name.)

So, this last summer, there was a huge yarn sale at Michaels.  I have a hard time resisting such sales when I find out about them.  So, I asked my mom which afghan she would like to have.  She chose this one.  I didn't get to it in time for Christmas, and so I thought, well, how about Mother's Day?  And didn't get started on it until late February/early March.  I couldn't just sit down and get it done in a couple of weeks, what with school and all, so it sat for a couple weeks after I'd done the base row.

And in that time, I forgot which size hook I had used.  I didn't have the hook size that the pattern called for, so I had used a .5 gauge difference.  When I started up the afghan again, I decided I'd probably used a .5 size larger hook.  About nine rows in, I realized I'd made the wrong choice.  That's a problem, because each row has to be fastened off (meaning I have to cut the yarn and finish off each end.  It's really hard to undo that.).  I didn't want to start over, so I decided to try switching back to the smaller hook to fix the problem.  Well, it stopped the twirling (those 12 rows looked like my scarf), but I didn't think about the difference in length.

Although I averted having to start again by using the smaller hook, I'd messed things up at the base length-wise.  The thing twirled because it kept getting larger and the base couldn't handle that.  Using a smaller hook didn't fix the addition of length.  So, the base is about a foot shorter than the rest of the afghan.  You can sort of tell if you lay it out flat, because the thing curves.  You can really tell when you fold it up neat and the bottom is smaller than the top.

Still, it looks nice.  If my mom just folds the thing in half and drapes it over something (like I did in my picture.  See, there was a reason for that) no one will know the difference unless they look too close.  I'm still giving it to her, because I worked hard on it, and I think she'll appreciate knowing that her daughter got over perfectionist ways and gave it to her despite the mistake.  And it's nice and warm, and will make a good throw to have over her while reading books.  So, that's my third afghan made, and the first one that I've ever made a big mistake on ("Don't people usually say that about their first afghan, Chelsea?"  Yes, but apparently I just decided to get in on that idea two afghans late.).

When I Get Really Bored

English 295 note paper (on which is written notes for a creative writing story).  Yes, this is a cat on the sidewalk in front of a house.

My teacher probably gets mad, because he can see what I'm doing.

Here We Go

Ugh.  Today hasn't been so great.  Not that it has been bad in the sense that my life is going to fall apart, but it is one of those days when you realize that some work you thought was decent is completely inadequate, and it is too late to change it, so you're just going to have to suffer through it.  My teacher for my Advanced Writing class completely rips apart our papers, which is good, because then I can try to fix my writing, but it is also bad because I am going to get a grade in that class which will lower my GPA.  I can feel it in my bones.  You know that feeling?  Where you know nothing you will ever do will be good enough to receive even a B+?  

My teacher for the class that I'm talking about told the class that he knew a guy that was a terrible writer, but could teach everyone else to write well.  I feel like that is me.  I know what makes up good writing.  I just can't do it.  My writing is a mess, and I know it.  And I know it is a mess because I really don't care enough to spend double digit hour time on each draft, especially when the paper isn't a final paper.

For the past few weeks, I've seriously thought about switching majors.  I'm good at linguistics, at least so far.  I've only ever been mediocre at English, especially because it requires a lot of writing.  Maybe I could do a linguistics major with an editing minor?  Or should I switch my major to a foreign language?  I also like science, but not enough to retake my calculus class or risk not understanding the mathematical part of the science.  There's definitely benefits to having an English major if I want to be an editor.  If I switch majors, that means more time in college.  More time that BYU doesn't allow.  There's a year limit for BYU students to graduate.  Another ugh.  

There's a guy in my 295 class, Dillon, that is also in my linguistics class, and he's also having a hard time with this 295 English teacher (Dillon's a senior, and so I don't feel like I'm unjustified in feeling this way about my teacher, if a guy that's never had a problem with his English teachers on this level, I can feel that way).  We both think our english teacher is good guy, but that he's a little too set in his ways.  I mean, come on, when a guy comes out and says he's never given an A to a student in 16 years, he's got to be a little too set in his ways.

So I guess what I'm getting at is that instead of going on to do homework this afternoon, I think I'm going to go mail my letter to Savannah Combe, go for a walk, and lay out in the sun (or on my bed, whichever sounds nicer when I get back) and spend the day reading a book I checked out from the library.  Oh, and I'll probably grab something yummy to eat as well.

The end.

Stay

This is an old Sugarland song, but it's my favorite.

Update on Resolutions 4

So, for the month of April:

1.  Mission's still accomplished.  Nice.

2.  At the end of Winter Semester, I have a 3.33.  So, if I get all A's Spring Term, I'll have a 3.4 by mid June.  If I don't get all A's, I'll still be close, and should be at a 3.4 by the end of the year.

3.  I'm taking a ballroom dance class.

6.  Crocheted another afghan.  (pictures coming in a future post.)

11.  With strawberries in season, you can bet I'm making sure I eat three times a day.

14.  Although I haven't planted it yet, I'm planting onions in my garden this year.  Along with beets, and a few other things I've never grown before.  I'll have to get you a list when I'm at my parents' house and can see what I've bought.

15.  I've learned what my limits are, and that's why I'm only taking 6.5 credit hours this term when I could be taking 9.

20.  I read The Color of Magic by Terry Pratchett and Scorpia Rising by Anthony Horowitz.  Both were good.  Scorpia Rising I particularly liked because it was the last book in a long series I've been reading since Junior High.  And of course Terry Pratchett's work is something I can't put down once I've started it.