Seriously.

Washing dishes. IS NOT THAT HARD.

You only have to do it about three times a day, and if you actually do it those three times it should only take about three minutes. And if you take those three minutes, three times a day to fulfill this simple task, then your kitchen won't smell like feet and you'll be able to invite friends over without being embarrassed. But unfortunately, this doesn't embarrass everybody. Some people really don't mind it at all actually.

What do you do when no one cares but you?

I wrote a friendly note above the sink.
Please do your dishes as you use them :)

A while later, I drew over top of those letters a few times.
Please do your dishes as you use them :)
(I didn't draw over the smiley face. I even thought about whiting-out the smiley face.)

I spoke with each person about how easy it would be to just do our own dishes right after we use them. Then, our kitchen would basically stay clean, and we would never have a huge pile up of dishes. Wouldn't that be nice?
It sure would, they agreed.

But then the dishes began piling up. So I did them. Maybe, I thought, they will feel bad for me having to do ALL these dishes, and they'll each do their own next time.

But next time came, and they didn't do their dishes. I did.

Now back to those three minutes, three times a day. If only one person does all three (x three = nine) minutes for everyone (x six = fifty-four), that's a lot of minutes for that one person. That's especially a lot when they're doing it almost every day of the week.

What do I do next? Whiteout the smiley face?

September is almost over.

And best roommate of the month award goes to me.

sing it girlfriend

what happens when you don't have church until 2 o'clock

Do I really want to study advertising? I woke up this morning feeling very unsettled about my major. It's fun and everything, but will I really benefit from it throughout my life? Because chances are, I'm not going to work for a big ad agency for the rest of my life. I mean, I could graduate and get a great job in one of the five biggest cities in the U.S. (as most ad grads from byu do) and probably be very successful, but do I really want that? I don't know. I do know that I want to be a mother. And what good will knowing all about advertising techniques do me there? Even if I'm not a mother, do I really want to advertise as my life career? Wouldn't I rather work with people, helping someone somehow, making a difference in the lives and world around me? Is advertising the best way to do that? Right now, I don't think so. Right now, I don't think it even comes close.

I thought after my freshman year I was supposed to know what I wanted to become. All of my friends are well on their way to the rest of their lives. But I'm still here, content with almost every aspect of my life. I love my advertising class, but I don't know if I belong in it. It's funny, because in high school - a time where I often felt insecure and out of place - I still did just about every single thing I deep down wanted to do. I knew what I loved, so I did those things. I played the piano for the high school choir, I was editor of the school newspaper, I taught piano lessons, I was the ward organist, I played volleyball and softball and basketball whenever I could, and I was the best writer in my class. For those reasons, I loved my high school experience.

Now, I'm loving my university experience, but for other reasons. Every new day I feel like I am becoming who I'm supposed to be. I actually do feel the ways I am changing. Spiritually and socially, I can be myself here, which is something I can't necessarily say about other places (and there is no one to blame for this but myself. Still, it's the truth.) I make friends easily and find interest in everyone around me. Every person has so much to offer. I am exploring myself, and finding more than I thought I would.

I am happy. I just need some guidance. If I could combine the two very different feelings of accomplishment I've felt in both high school and university, I think I would be set. I just want to feel content with the education I'm pursuing. I want to know what I'm supposed to do for the rest of my life. I don't think que sera sera is going to cut it for much longer.

ah-NEE-sah

Today I decided to become a belly dancer and go by the name Aanisah. I met Marika today, and she told me all about Middle Eastern Dance. She wants me to join because she wishes she had started at my age. She is probably in her 50s or 60s now, but she can dance!

"Whenever I get afraid to go on stage, I just put Mary away and bring out Marika," she explained. I think Aanisah is exactly what I need!