how much things change?
when you're home isn't really your home anymore? And you don't consider where you live your home either?
Don't get me wrong, it is always nice to be "home." But, I kinda feel out of place.
I sometimes wish things could go back to the way they were.
BUT they can't.
So I guess I will continue doing what I do best..... being awkward :)
Okay, so before I begin my rant about the worst show on TV, I would like to share the conversation we had in my exercise physiology class today.
SO... Dr. Vehrs, before handing out our final, started to wish us a happy Christmas break. The conversation went something like this...
Dr. Vehrs: I hope that everyone has a great Christmas break. Is anyone doing anything particularly exciting? Any weddings or births? I usually get a few weddings from each class. Oh, and one of our classmates has just had twins. (everyone congratulated the new mom.)
....and another is the hospital right now getting ready to deliver!"
Classmate: No, Dr. Vehrs! She's right here!
My classmate pointed to the girl sitting behind her. This girl looked totally frazzled. She was in sweats with her hair all sorts of crazy. She could barely answer and said...
Pregnant girl: Ya...I'm in labor.
Me: WHAT THEEE... REALLY? She is in labor and came to take our final!!!
Dr. Vehrs: Uhh well, okay. I DID deliver one of my daughters! So if you need any help just let me know!
I thought I had seen it all. But that certainly took the cake for crazy things I have experienced at BYU. That is either complete insanity or complete and total dedication.
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Now to what I was originally going to write about... Jersey Shore.
I am all for reality TV. In fact, I love reality TV. But this show is seriously horrible. I don't know if it is that they do absolutely nothing worth mentioning all day long or if that it is full of almost the trashiest people I have ever come across. Is Jersey really like this? Full of super-gelled fake-tan tools?
How exactly does self-worth work? I know that sounds like a stupid question...but really. Who are we if not the person that other people think we are? If I don't think I'm funny but everyone else does, then I must be funny. Conversely, if I think I'm funny but no one else does, then I am not funny. If I think I am beautiful but no one else does, then I must not be beautiful and vice versa. Right? But why should we be defined by what others think of us? I personally could care less about what a majority of the people around me think. But, is that even possible? I can't live my life in solitude. My interactions with people are based on their opinions of me. I care to interact with other people. So then I guess I do care what they think? It DOES matter what others think. Then does it even matter what I think of myself? No matter how high I personally hold myself, people will treat me how they think I should be treated based on the person THEY think I am. So, are we just hopelessly subjected to the opinions of others? Or is it self-worth that really matters?
Here comes the end! Hallelujah. About this time of year I always wonder "wtf am I doing with my life?" And every year I pledge that the next will be different. But THIS YEAR I really am going to change issh around. haha. NO MORE...
