Warning May Cause Side Effects!

This semester, my wonderful sister has been trying, to teach me the art of flirting. It's hasn't been going well.

So far I have read Flirtspeak and Surrendered Single with particular emphasise, on the flirting chapters. Deborah has also given me numerous proven tips and secrets to flirting. I usually remember these tips after I say goodbye to the boy.

Despite my difficulty I have found this process very educational, and I am amazed at Deborah's skill. There is one tip that I absolutely love, and use daily.

Tell yourself, your hot!

Deborah said, "If you think your hot, then you'll walk differently, and pretty soon boys will think you are too. Just walk down the hall telling yourself, 'I'm so hot."' So I have. I really have.

I walk down the hall and think to myself, "Wow. I'm hot. I am so hot. I'm beautiful and gorgeous!! Cover Girl's got nothing on me! I am so good looking. It's almost illegal how hot I am! I'm burning up I'm SO HOT!" Pretty soon, I'm almost giggling because I'm so excited at my new found hotness. It's awesome.

However, I have been experiencing some side effects. No, it's not excess boys hanging around me. It's dancing.

This week I've been blasting my roommates "Booty Shakin' Playlist" (That's really what it's called dad.) and shakin' my umm... refer back to the playlist title.

Anyway, the point is, all of a sudden, I've started dancing around the apartment, not worrying who is looking. This is very weird. Usually I have to be in a very good mood to dance the way I've been dancing. I'm jumping and grooving, and shaking my... hair around.

My roommates have expressed some concern, but really I can't be that bad because I am just so hot.

Wow, I love being HOT.

This is Just Sad.

In my English class we had a discussion about how we are so dependent on technology. I nodded and commented, and then went home texting, without thinking twice. I just didn't realize until My dorm's Internet went out.

I have gone almost a week with very sketchy Internet use. Sometimes it works, but most times it doesn't. HOLY COW!! I've about gone crazy, and so has everyone in my dorm. We get up and check the Internet. We come home from class and check the Internet. at night when we have nothing to do, we spend most of the time checking the Internet.

The problem is, we don't know how to fix it because our Internet is down so we can't email anyone about it!! I exaggerate a little, but not really.

When I listened to my roommates freak out at their computers I just think to my self, "This is just sad."

p.s. I'm writing this in the library.

It's Not How it Used To Be.

College is different then high school.  Very very, different.   

My senior year of high school, I remember feeling so boxed in.  I hated that I went to school for one chunk of time, and it totally cut in to my most productive hours.  When i was at school I would just sit there.  By the last semester, all of my teachers would be done with the lesson withing fifteen minutes of the beginning of class.  I think they wanted us to leave just as much as we did.  

Anyway it really bothered me that I would waste all that time, when I had things I needed to do.  I spent most of my time in the library, and my flash drive became my best friend.  Don't get me started of the time I thought I had lost it. 

College is different.  I scheduled my classes so when I generally feel like working, I don't have class.   And when a professor is done with his lesson, we can go.  Once my science teacher, Brother Ben, gave us a shot lecture, and then we were out of class within 20 minutes.  It was awesome.

On the other hand I did love not going to school.  If I was a little sick I had no qualms about not going to school.  I would usually go to seminary, but school was expendable.  It's not the same here.

In all of my classes I'm graded on attendance. I have to go to classes, or else my grade suffers.  Maybe its just because I'm new, or I'm my fathers child, and I have "Go for Every Point," running through my head.  I don't know, but I can't seem to skip a class.  

Last Thursday I found myself so sick I wanted to die.  There was nothing I wanted more than to curl up in my bed as I alternated between burning up and freezing cold.  

It was the weirdest thing, I found myself putting on my shoes and coat and going to class.  I don't know what came over me.  I do love my English class, and my professor (which is a good thing because I sit right under his nose, and he calls on me everyday).  

That day he had me read two essays aloud to the class, which turned out to be a good thing because it distracted me from me wanting to die.  Unfortunately we went on to watch a movie about sentence structure, and I was back to dieing.  

I made it through however, and my beautiful sister brought me more medicine then I could ever need, which got me through the week, and on to Saturday.  I didn't miss any class. 

I still wonder why?  I really felt crummy, and I stayed home from high school for much less.  I do have, "Go for every point," running through my head.  Maybe its the fact that I'm actually paying for these classes.  I don't want to waste that money.  I'm going to soak up as much knowledge as i can for my dollar.  

Hmmm.  I don't know if this deal is really fair.  Oh well.  

See you at class.

Who can resist Valentine's Day cards.

Not many people know this, but I have six boyfriends. The relationships are pretty serious. I've known them for years, meet their parents, and have even gone on vacations with them. Yes, the oldest is ten, and the youngest just turned two, but really age is just a number.

This long distance relationship has been hard, and I've really missed all of the boys. Yesterday I got the best surprise ever. I found an envelope with six Valentine's Day cards on my desk.

I don't think my roommates realized how much I missed these boys, but they soon realized. After jumping around a bit, I showed them the boys pictures. I don't think they appreciated these boys as much as I do.

Umm..Say That Again?

My Book of Mormon class is so fun. In my class, I've got the really funny people, and the incredibly spiritual people. Last Friday we had a date with my Book of Mormon class. We went to Brother Bagget's house and watched a video about Lehi's family. In short, this is definitely my favorite class.

And then we hit Isaiah.

The way the schedule worked out, we had to finish all of the Isaiah chapters in two classes. Holy Cow!!! I found myself spending all day reading 15 chapters. As I was doing my work sheet I really do think I sustained brain damage.

In the middle of figuring out when exactly Jerusalem would be destroyed, I remembered a quote from Joseph Smith. It was something to the effect of, "If you read Isaiah with the spirit, it is simple to understand." I found myself thinking "Are you sure?"

Then after I struggled through another chapter, I remembered that in 3 Nephi 23 Jesus commands us to read Isaiah. "For great are the words are Isaiah." The inner baby in me started stamping my feet and saying in my most whiny voice, "But Why???"

I understand that Isaiah had an extremely difficult task of translating wondrous visions into words we could understand, but really what is this guy talking about?

I am determined to understand Isaiah, but after this week I've realized that this is going to be a life long process.

"Great are the words of Isaiah."

I'm Not Your Canvas! Oh wait...

Sometimes college students find themselves doing jobs you never thought you would do. I, for example, am now an art model. I sit in front of people and then they draw me. I inspire art.

I've gone two sessions, and I only get a few jobs a month. It is quite the interesting job. My first session, I sat in the middle with two other models while the teacher gave a minny lesson. I thought it was so fun to listen to the teacher, and I even learned a few things about drawing faces.

All of a sudden I look over a a guy is staring at me. It freaked me out a little, until I realized that he was drawing me! I had to remind myself that this wasn't creepy, it was my job.

Being a model is pretty easy, I just sit there. That is it. Of course I don't know how good it is for my self esteem. During the breaks I went around and looked at what they were drawing. Some were very nice, but there were some that made me cringe. I thought, "Is that really what I look like?"

On Wednesday, I sat in the chair, holding still, for the guy who was drawing me, as I listened to the teacher. He was trying to get his students to understand the planes on a face, and how they really do apply. I knew I was in trouble, when he paused mid sentence, and asked, "Do you have to do anything after this class? I'm sure it will wash off."

Before I knew it, he hand charcoal in hand and was drawing the planes of my face, on my face. I felt ridiculous, but hey, all in the name of art right?

I sat there feeling a bit like a coloring book page. On the other hand I really do think it helped the students, because as i went around to the students easels during breaks, i wasn't ashamed of my face. The pictures actually looked like me.

Happy Birthday Big Brother!

Today is Eldon's 22th birthday. Wow, Eldon your getting up there in life. I don't I've spent a birthday with him for about three years now. So instead of throwing him an awesome surprise party, I thought I'd blog about him.

I love my big brother. He is the best brother I could have asked for. I remember one time when I was ten, I decided to brush my hair with a round brush. I loved the little flip that would happen, so I kept swirling my hair in the brush... I soon realized that my hair was more of a rat's nest then when I started and the brush was stuck. I mean nothing short of a weed whacker would get it out.

I was freaking out, and went to my family for help. After they all finished laughing at me, Eldon sat down and started pulling my hair out of the brush, strand by strand. I think when sat there for at least half an hour, maybe more.

I think some of my favorite memories were when we would drive around in the car together. We would usually be going to mutual or to the library, but the drives were so fun. I remember fighting with him. our discussions got pretty heated, and it didn't matter what it was about. We would each stand at opposite ends of an issue and fight.

I don't think anyone else really understood that we were having so much fun. It was kind of like playing together. I miss those drives. Even the one where Eldon made me read a quantum physics book to him. All I remember, was a lot of weird symbols and something about heat.

We'll Deborah and I decided to through him a little birthday party, in Idaho. I talked to him on Sunday he said all we should do is stick a candle in a Twinkie and blow it out. So we did.

I know you won't get this Eldon, but we were having major Gilmore Girls flashbacks.

I thought the Twinkie cake looked pretty good.

If you want to see the footage of us lighting the cake, go to Deborah's blog. Whenever she gets around to it.

We were both ready to dig in. Then we realized Twinkies are disgusting.

Really very gross.

Well no matter the cake, We love you Eldon, and wish you a happy birthday.

Love, Tressa and Deborah.