a thanksgiving miracle.

hello. my name is jane and i'd like to state that i am seriously burnt out.
why you say? because of a lovely thing named COLLEGE.
granted, yes. i love it. with all of my being. i have a good life. i love my major. i have good roommates and friends. honestly.
but class is killing me. i am so tired. next week, before thanksgiving break, some brilliant (not) person decided to make tuesday friday instruction. WHY. i don't even know. i was dreading it. i have a class monday wednesday friday at 9 am that i hate with a fiery burning passion in my bosom. i was sure that he wouldn't cancel class that tuesday. and i was sitting in class wishing i could die.
but he cancelled class.
it's a thanksgiving miracle, charlie brown.
hallelujah, praise the Lord.
that is all.

hey girl.

basically, i have an amazing roommate who knew i was having a bad day. and decided to make me this.
it almost made me cry from pure joy. i mean, my own hey girl?? what more could you ask for in life??
not much, my friends. not much.
i am feeling very grateful for friends who make my life a little bit more enjoyable on those days when it may be too much for me to handle.
other things that made me smile today:
-i remembered GENERAL CONFERENCE is this weekend!
-penelope is coming to see me. happy day indeed!! i have missed that girl. too much.
-the new Regina Spektor album. in particular these songs:

oh, how i adore her. she can do no wrong.
that is all.

Press On.

So there I sat. The computer screen loomed in front of me and I felt overwhelmed. How was qu’est-ce que c’est? different from qui est-ce? What in the world did c'est even mean? And how was I supposed to write sentences using these phrases when honestly all I knew how to say was Bonjour, je m'appelle Jane. Comment allez-vous? and Trés bien!

Tears started to roll down my face. The frantic "I can't do this!" call to my mom didn't help much (she can't magically fix my problems, despite all my conviction otherwise). Reading the text book again didn't help at all.

But then I saw this on my syllabus:

"'Do not pray for tasks equal to your abilities, but pray for abilities equal to your tasks. Then the performance of your tasks will be no miracle, but you will be the miracle.'
                                                                                                       --President Thomas S. Monson
This course is time-consuming and demanding. However, if you work hard and try your best, the Lord will sustain you and you will be the miracle."

I can do this.

And then I was reminded of this song. I'm convinced Fun. can be applied to every situation. (Well, not really...just most situations...haha)

But really, sometimes things seem way too overwhelming to handle. And I've learned that:

a) even when things seem down, you CAN do it.

b) emotional breakdowns are ok.

c) take a step back, take a deep breath.

d) Heavenly Father will raise you to EVERY occasion. Even if it's French 101.

It's Good to be Back!

I have returned to Logan and it's great to be back. I am literally bursting at the seams. I'm semi moved in (it's hard when there's not much storage space). I'm living with Penelope and the other roommates are great. The apartment is cute and cozy and the community is friendly (our neighbors brought us bread). This really is a great place to be, why did I leave for the summer?

I'm Still Here

I'm still at home living for the summer. Jane and Penelope have left me. In between my job, running errands, eating, and sleeping (just basic needs for survival) I am packing. There is so much to do before I leave and I am worried about my stuff, I have no idea where I'm going to fit it all in my apartment. I am going to hope it all fits. Fingers crossed!

And here is proof that I am packing
(and this is not even all the stuff):

Mediocre Expectations

When it comes to my budget student housing, I try to keep my expectations low... like really low. because usually they are... less than ideal.

Last years apartment was a good example of this.. I had been in my fair share of dorms, and I knew as long as I didn't have bugs, I should be counting my lucky stars. It was your basic dorm.. gross white walls, bubbled carpet, leaky faucets, 4th floor without a lift ,no bugs...Home sweet home.

This year is definitely an upgrade. I feel like I am out of my gross dorm days and into my less gross townhouse days.. although the following expectations were not met.

Drawers in the bathroom. What kind of person puts drawer faces on a bathroom cabinet and no drawers!! What a cruel trick. I am protesting by not putting my bathroom stuff away. It shall remain in it's box until those drawers turn into drawers.. or I get over it. whichever comes first.

Shower Curtain. So I was thinking people like to be nice and provide curtain liners so their bathrooms don't get damaged ( I know! I don't know what I was thinking) well. people don't. unexpected bonus: BUBBLE BATHS BABY! at least until I get my curtains this weekend.

Lighting..My kitchen light strobes. fast. Like seizure inducing rather than dance party inducing. Luckily florescents are replaced by maintenance. normal lights are not. My bedroom light was acting up, but after a death threat it's behaving.

So all in all, not bad. not bad at all. I plan to be quite happy here. as soon as I get over mourning the loss of my bathroom drawers.

A Thought.

dear brownie box,
why do you discourage me from eating your batter?

sincerely,
a rebellious child.

dear education week,
why must you take every parking spot in provo and cause me to be 30+ late to work?
sincerely,
frustrated student employees everywhere.

dear fairy tales,
why must you be so amazing?

sincerely,
a starry eyed romantic.

dear head scarves,
i love you with all my heart, please let me wear you 24/7.

sincerely,
hair obsessed girl.

dear hormones,
leave me be. please.
sincerely,
stressed out of my mind.

sincerely,

Home Free.

sometimes i take classes over spring and summer.
then one day i take finals and i am HOME FREE.
...
well, at least for two and a half weeks until fall semester starts.
but until then,
PARTY AND PARTY AND YAH.

sincerely,

Makin' Things Difficult

The Assignment: write a 6-8 research paper on a piece of twentieth century american literture out of the norton anthology. include an abstract, an outline and an annotated bibliography.
The Catch: don't write the paper, just the other stuff.

Sounds easy, yes?

My Response: you've got to be flippin' kidding me.

I'm probably making this harder than  it needs to be. But nevertheless. I'm freaking out.

Creamed Corn

Creamed corn is probably one of the most evil things you will ever find packaged in a can.. besides spam and spinach. It's all just so wrong.

In my quest tonight to put together some semblance of an eatable meal in a small amount of time, I grabbed a can of innocent looking corn off the shelf. all was well until I opened it up and it started oozing..evil. the can oozed evil. and gloopy white stuff. That's what evil looks like in it's raw form.

Cream. should be creamy. corn should be corny. corn should not be creamy, nor cream corny.

Its just how the world works ok?

It reminds me of that one time when my tupperware of canned corn got moved to another roomates shelf and lost for a few weeks, until it was discovered.

it was creamy. 

and the cream was moving...

yum.

So basically, I am convinced it is really just corn that didn't get canned soon enough.

as soon as it starts becoming a microbial hangout, they swap out the label and add a tiny "creamed style" to the top, that will surely be looked over twice. once at the grocery store, and once at home.

 I am to busy to read stuff you know?!

Sneaky sneaky...

Ps. I found seven four leaf clovers tonight in the space of about two minutes. I think that makes me double lucky. Just not lucky enough to grab the nice corn.

How NOT to Make Cookies: A Tutorial

Our beloved Jane is a busy little bee. She has finals coming up and that means long hours of study sessions and paper writing.

So on Thursday Alice, and I decided to make her some yummy cookies and a note to cheer her up.

It turned out to be an interesting adventure

Every thing is going great. look at those cute cookies!

Um. something about this recipie looks a little off...

We called my sister and she gave us the right one tho! so all was well..

Until... we just kinda guessed 2tsp of Baking soda... who knew it was so important...

besides the whole world...

A Nice Surprise

Today I had my wisdom teeth taken out and one of my friends from college sent me roses with a note saying,
 "Hope you feel better soon!
-Jeremy." 

It put a strange smile on my face because my mouth was still numb, but a smile none the less. 

Have a Happy Weekend!