"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

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Thursdays

~You can kiss your family and friends good-bye and put miles between you, but at the same time you carry them with you in your heart, your mind, your stomach, because you do not just live in a world but a world lives in you.
~Frederick Buechner

Thursdays used to be my favorite day of the week.

Not that they're terrible now. But today I'm just feeling like relaxing, forgetting about my homework. I'm sitting here in my BYU sweats and a baggy shirt listening to country music on Slacker radio with both my ear buds in to block everything else out.

I know I'll regret not working on my research papers-and maybe I'll get a little done-but by Thursday I just don't have the motivation.

I've gone home at least once a week all semester (alright, besides the first two weeks cuz I didn't have my car in Provo cuz I couldn't drive with my sprained ankle). Last year I wanted to prove that I could do it on my own; that I could stay at school for two or three weeks at a time. Haha, and take my laundry home... I felt like I had something to prove. I guess I still do.

But I've come to believe that going home isn't saying I can't handle living on my own. I miss everyone at home and being in a clean house and having people talk to me and things to do and people to do them with. I think I need that break for my sanity. A break from the homework and the cramped apartment and sitting alone in my room for hours at a time. The frustration of not being able to control anything.

I'm in charge of the dishwasher this week. It's a high-maintenance job. But it's not so bad if you stay on top of it. The problem is that even when it's "dirty" and empty, people pile their dishes in the sink. I just don't understand it. And then all the dishes are covered in junk in nasty water. Generally everyone else empties the dishwasher and tells us to pick out our own dishes. I've even been putting the dirty dishes in the sink (from when the washer was running) into the dishwasher. Well, one time I wasn't able to. I just find it extremely frustrating and I do not understand it. It's a much better situation than last year, but I've heard just about everyone has problems with dishes...

Ya, there's my little rant for today-haha, sorry! I think I'll just relax and listen to music and watch Glee and go to bed before midnight. That sounds so nice!
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