"It is not the ctitic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

~Theodore Roosevelt

Monday, March 7, 2011

Oh Parking...

If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden.
~Claudia Ghandi

Just got back to Provo. I don't particularly like coming back. It's not so bad here but I just have a hard time right after I've been home. Because I miss what I just left. I miss my family and having people around to talk to all the time and not worrying about homework and not having to cook and, of course, my boyfriend :(

So I find the parking situation around BYU ridiculous. Really. There is nowhere near enough parking for all the student housing they have crammed in here. Not all the students have cars-thank goodness. I can usually find a spot in one of the two small parking lots for my complex. But I try to plan my outings around when the most people will also be gone-how sad.

The one night that I got back at one in the morning I was really worried about parking but I actually found a spot to parallel park after only ten minutes or so. That was pretty amazing. I finally just parked down the street and across the busy street and called my dad and talked to him while I walked home. It scares me to walk around in the dark-even in Provo. I have pepper spray-but with my purse, laptop, dance bag, and two shopping bags, I don't know that I could have gotten it out...

Had a pretty good weekend at home. I know, seems like I go home a lot. I do. But not enough. Just sayin'. Hung out with a friend from high school, spent Saturday with my boyfriend, went to my nephew's baby blessing, family dinner... time goes by so fast at home!
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