The Lists that Govern my Life

"So what are you doing with life?" a.) "Oh you know, just trucking along and trying to figure things out." b.) "uh....stuff." c.) "Well I have a ten year plan laid out with scores of contingency plans if those don't work out, so every day I go to class and work and add another contingency plan--just in case--which leaves my journal looking like a master spider web. Want to see?" d. "I think I need some space with life but I still want to be alive so I guess you could say things are complicated." That's kind of a weird question when you think about it, right? But that's what we ask people when we want to catch up and hear about their oh-so-exciting lives (which more often than not haven't changed significantly over a 23 day span, but sometimes they do so just in case you want to be in on everything). It's like we picture life as this lump of clay that everyone is given at birth and by the time we're ...

Maybe I should be writing this on my suitcase days blog section since I did indeed take a suitcase to Washington DC, but my trip also fit into the lists that govern my life. Not that you care about the url that you picked, but that forward was just in case you did. I somewhat randomly decided to go to DC because... a.) I have also wanted to go to DC b.) though I haven't spent much time on the East Coast, I feel like part of my soul lives there (the part that isn't already in Europe that is) c.) my mission friend Matt has been trying to convince me to move there since he moved there last summer. So I just bought a plane ticket for one of BYU's rare three day weekends and took off. And it was so great. Demonstrated by my overly numerous smiley selfies and abundant thoughts of "This is so cool!" #spotthetourist Anyways. I loved the houses. I loved the food. I loved the museums (x6). I loved the historical landmarks. I loved the mem...

There is no better way to start off the new year than with a rant on punctuation and grammar.  Because priorities.   I don't know how I got to be such a grammar nut (though my mother seems like a likely culprit), but it happened all the same; I'm one of those obnoxious people who is silently (and sometimes loudly) correcting your grammar and fixing your spelling mistakes. Always there to let you know that you missed a comma, a period, apostrophe, or forgot one altogether.  You're welcome. Now that I've admitted that, you will probably find a dozen or more typos in this blog. Though I care deeply about punctuation and spelling, I am unfortunately still a mere mortal who makes careless and perhaps unforgivable mistakes. But together , you and I can rid the world of grammatical ignorance and laziness,  the largest plague that afflicts those between the ages of 3 and 99.  There are many advantages to knowing how to correctly punctuate sentences and spel...