Walmart. The cheap great value food, the $5 movies, the $3 toys.... when hast thou ever failed me? Oh yeah. Yesterday.
About a week and a half ago, I caught an ADORABLE baby garter snake. His name is Moses, which I shortened to Mo. Now I call him Mo-Mo. I was so excited to have a pet all of my own, since my parents banned pets when I was only 5 years old. The only problem was that I had no idea what I was supposed to feed the poor thing! I went to the local pet store and they told me to buy crickets. So I did. Later the same day I found out that garter snakes don't eat crickets. They eat worms, fish and mice. Obviously my baby wasn't going to fit a mouse in his mouth, so I settled on buying him some fish. I went to my local Ephraim Walmart, where I was informed that in order to get him some fish, I would have to go up north. This was Monday. I had a week of classes that I couldn't miss, so I settled on getting him some night crawlers. Alyssa was too horrified of the worms that she wouldn't go near the container. She almost cried when I put them in the fridge. Kensey, the brave soul she is, ripped up the night crawlers into bite sized pieces for Mo. Unfortunately, Mo didn't want to eat those either. First strike against Wally world. I decided to go up to Orem for the weekend to get some fish from a walmart that did carry them. This ended up being a mandatory trip.
Poor Kensey got two of her front teeth broken in half on Thursday night while we were playing basketball. She had to go up to Orem on Saturday to get them fixed. Here's a picture:
Before we journeyed up to Orem, I called the walmart in Springville and asked if they had feeder guppies. They said they did. So I decided to go with Kensey to the land far yonder :) The dentist was quite the adventure. I got a couple of interesting texts from Kensey while she was on laughing gas. Jake and I killed time at baskin robins, where I got the hugest most unhealthy shake ever. After Kensey finally got out, we all went to a yard sale. And we found...... SUSPENDERS!!! YAY!!! We were really excited and I had to bargain for them a little bit with the lady in charge. After we had our suspenders, we went to Walmart. After we recovered from the initial shock of a crowded Walmart, we went and found the fish. I couldn't find any feeder guppies. Only goldfish. The Walmart employee was convinced they were feeder guppies, so I just went with it. At second glance, I realized most of the fish in the tank were dead or dying. I picked out the 3 most alive looking fish and took them home. On the way home, one of the fish died. When I got home, I put one of the fish in Mo-mo's bowl and the other in a fish bowl. Mo-mo ate the fish I gave him. The other fish died after an hour of being home. Now Mo-mo has no food other than the night crawlers and crickets that he won't eat until next Saturday. Thus Walmart foiled my plan and are responsible for the unhappiness of my poor baby snake.
Oh, and we also made a music video.
Robin's wedding was super beautiful!!! She looked like a super model (as always) and I couldn't imagine anything more beautiful than their wedding. I have a love of weddings that probably will never be cured. Something about forever and always just gets me. When Robin and Nick were sharing their first dance together after the cake cutting and everything, I started to cry. It was just so beautiful and I'm a bawl baby. I have never seen two people more perfect for each other. The truly complete each other in every way possible. It's like the aesthetic moment that my English teacher once told us about. The moment when everything is so perfect and you just want to harness it and keep it forever. I know that a video will not be able to capture all the love that was flowing between them as they held each other close and he whispered sweet nothings in her ear while they danced.
Right now I'm listening to soft music. The kind I always do when my heart is sore. Something about listening to music like that helps ease pain. It creates a strange illusion that everything will turn out right. It's hard to explain. You know in movies when the character faces their emotional challenges in a room by themselves? There's always a sad song playing. Everyone watching is cheering them on, hoping that they'll get through it in the end. And they always do. Maybe it makes me feel like I'm more important than I really am, but I like to imagine that everyone is cheering me on and that it will all turn out for the best, just like a movie. It's also kind of nice to wallow in self pity for a few minutes and mull things over in a room by myself.
I also find that when I'm struggling emotionally I tend to read more. I love joining the world that an author created for me. It's often much more exciting than mine. And the main character usually ends up super happy, which makes me feel like I will too. Now don't get me wrong. I don't only read when I'm upset. I read other times too. It's just such a good escape from the world when I'm struggling.
Probably the best escape for me is the temple. Today I got to go to the temple while my aunt and uncle get sealed to my little cousin. I couldn't watch the ceremony of course, but just knowing it was happening and seeing their smiling faces after they came out made me so happy. It is such a sacred building and a blessing in my life. I love the peace of mind and heart that can be found within it's consecrated walls. Watching all the newlyweds walk out made my day. I want to find a special someone who I can get sealed to in the temple just like them.
Anyway, that's the end of my strange blog entry.
I guess I should probably explain why my blog is called Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2. I have this not-so-secret dream to learn that song by Liszt. It is one of the hardest piano pieces ever written. Someday I will learn it. Someday.
Over the past few days I've decided that dating stinks. It's all a terrible game that you lose over and over again. In order to win you have to find the perfect balance between communication and the lack thereof. If you say too much then you lose your shot with who you'd hoped would be prince charming. They could be scared away by the idea of committing to someone for once in their lives. If you don't say enough, you can also lose your chance. They might get the idea that you aren't interested or read too much into everything you do because your words don't say anything about what you're thinking. It's hard to know what to say or what not to say in many situations. Especially when you don't know how far the relationship can or should go. This makes DTRs a pain in the behind. If you can't decide on a relationship status, that can tear apart what could have been. Could it really become more complicated? I think not.
Sometimes I just wish I was married so I didn't have to play the dating game anymore.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Ick. I wish I was smarter.
Monday, February 21, 2011
I found my blog! I'm pretty sure that's a miracle in and of itself. This weekend I've been home with my family and enjoying a break from college. I went to the singles ward with my sister yesterday. I went there over the summer and felt a little out of place, seeing as I was just fresh out of high school. I don't miss those days at all. Singles wards are just hilarious though. Even though the talks were very spiritual and lovely I felt like the speakers were trying to advertise themselves as a good future companion. Except for one speaker, who announced that he was engaged. Even though I love the dating game, I hate it at the same time. Even though I'm sure I have a few years before I'll get married, I would really like that gaurantee of an eternal companion that only married people get. How wonderful it must be to see your spouse and know that they're yours forever. You don't have to worry about them breaking up with you nearly as much as you do when you're only the girlfriend. Then again, the prospect of only having one person that you're stuck with forever is scary too. I wonder how much I need to know someone before I could feel comfortable marrying them. However, they say you marry who you date. The world is all about giving people chances and second chances. But how do I know who to give a chance to or not? It's difficult to select qualities that I want in someone I date. Plus I need to have all the qualities I want in someone I'm dating. Such a big task to find someone, be good enough for them, and have them be good enough for you. But who knows? Maybe I've already met my prince charming and just don't know it. Or maybe I'll meet him after I'm done with college. It's impossible to know. I guess I'll just have to enjoy the singles ward for now.
