Party in the USA

Liel and I were watching this video and it was the gr8est.

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The Flu (No, not of the swine variety).

So, having the flu is fun. I forgot. Getting sick makes me realize some things about myself.

#1-My Protestant work ethic. Yes, I did still go to class on Monday despite waking up at 4:00 am with a splitting headache, a torturous motion-sickness filled 2 hour flight from San Diego to Salt Lake, nearly passing out several times both in the airport and on my way to class, and an admonition from the University to stay home if we were showing any signs of the flu. Not that it did me any good. I think I got 27.543% of what was said in class. I did, in fact, during that painful flight, finish my reader report which was due in class (not my best work, aka, total crap), and pick up my take-home midterm from my other class (and finished it on time again today-more crap).

#2-I like eating! Nothing like a good bout of nausea every time you take a bite of anything to make you long for the days when you could look at a big juicy hot dog without wanting to run the other way and hurl. Funny thing though... I don't always give it up. I figure out what I can keep down and eat a lot of it. Needless to say, I've had my share of Sprite and toast the last few days.

#3-I'm kind of a baby. I was reading this story about a lady with chronic pain who said when she cries it's not because of the pain but because there's no visible end in sight. Well, I'm not sure that's why I cry when I'm sick (it may in fact have to do with #2), but I tend to get a lot more whiny/helpless when I'm sick. I'd like to think it's something everyone does, and maybe it's just the fact that my mom was here. Although, instead of feeding me soup and rubbing my head she had me moving furniture. "It will be good for you." She said. Yep. Dr. Mom.

#4-I'm not invincible. I swear, every time people around me are getting sick I just think to myself "Wow, good thing I have such an amazing immune system" and then WHAM! I'm laying in bed wondering what happened to all those white blood cells. It seems the flu is hardly ever a respecter of persons (or deadlines for that matter!)

Well, I hope to get better in a few days. In the meantime, I'm gonna pick me up one of these:

BEST INVENTION EVER!!!!!

Go ahead. Judge me.

So... being at BYU is fun. Let me give a few examples why.

I'm in a creative writing class. Yay! Anyway, we had a discussion today about the genre "Creative Non-Fiction." The last 3 weeks we have been reading, writing, and studying this genre. Apparently this week there was a discussion over Blackboard about whether the scriptures count as creative non-fiction. Evidence #1 why being at BYU is fun.

Evidence #2: The arguments for both sides.
ANTI: The scriptures have great value, but not necessarily in a literary sense.
PRO: The Book of Mormon has lots of good stories! And they're true!
ANTI: Nephi isn't the greatest author ever.
PRO: Yes he is!

What really gets me is one of the ANTI girls. Her argument was "Nephi isn't the greatest author ever" prefaced by "I read the scriptures, I have a testimony, I'm worthy to go to the temple..." Whoa. Why don't you just show me your temple recommend before giving your opinion? I don't know why some people are so scared of being judged.

And later she apologized again. "Now everyone is going to hate me and know me as the girl who hates Nephi." I assured her they wouldn't, but she insisted. NO really.... I don't think anyone's going to care. But I guess she just wants to be the Nephi-hating girl. There has to be one in every class.

Evidence #3: I love how it feels so naughty when we talk about things like (sex) or (feminism) in class.