tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48843495317428107992011-04-21T15:55:46.280-06:00Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.comBlogger611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-9417010232619411752009-04-20T16:39:00.004-06:002009-04-20T16:46:53.479-06:00

...for the next year and a half, I'd love to hear from you through good old-fashioned snail mail. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, I'm about to head off on the long awaited mission to Paris, France!I'm not sure of my MTC mailbox number yet, but if you're a really motivated letter-writer/Robyn-lover, my brother just might put it up on my Facebook profile after Wednesday.As for my address the

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-10437225139136423762009-04-14T15:53:00.005-06:002009-04-14T16:11:04.126-06:00

Gone.Rev wasMy faithful friend and transporter,Provider of my independence and freedom.Now there is no streak of silver outside my bedroom window.Gone are the frequent and treasured drives.Gone is the peeling plastic interior.No more palindromes to watch for on the digital odometer.Gone is the empty hood ornament, absent the Toyota emblem.Gone are my memorized radio presets.No longer will I be

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-46874109297449206282009-03-30T12:32:00.004-06:002009-03-30T12:46:09.788-06:00

Macs are supposedly eco-friendly, green, and overall superior to PCs (all of which I believe, fyi). But I just noticed as I deleted a document on my PC at work that it went to the "Recycle Bin." When I delete items off of my MacBook, however, they go to the "Trash." Nice. :)Yet, sadly, with access to the world wide web, it's impossible to feel totally original and ingenious. Maybe Darwin

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-7923898539728140442009-03-27T15:18:00.003-06:002009-03-27T15:21:49.243-06:00

I got some good laughs today from a website called New Math--here's one of my favorites. And another.

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B-E-T-T-E-R.* 1, 2, 3 hand positions on the keyboard for 2 syllables--I lose. I'm usually not conscious of my life-overtaking quirk, but a quick read of the BYU 100 Hour Board made it more salient in my mind. Here goes the description--wish me luck! It's pretty wild. Often when I see or hear a word or phrase, usually if I'm bored or don't have anything else to capture my attention, my fingers

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-84216101525776303842009-03-11T17:09:00.003-06:002009-03-11T17:13:02.516-06:00

It even has my name on the back! :) (I got this when I was a senior in high school.)

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-51471723871187796502009-02-24T14:49:00.004-07:002009-02-24T14:51:59.321-07:00

Dictionary.com is on top of things. I got this email a few hours ago at about 1:00--notice the time they allegedly sent it to me.Pretty cool, huh?

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-55068504912111089342009-02-20T17:45:00.002-07:002009-02-20T17:49:18.946-07:00

Being from the exotic land of Utah Valley means that I was fairly sheltered, even by the time I was a senior in high school. I still thought that dating someone exclusively at my age was immoral and therefore out of the question. I also had no clue that kissing meant slightly parting lips (my mind conceived of nothing other than innocent pecks, in spite of any movies I had seen). This

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-58344197497965839692009-02-18T11:48:00.002-07:002009-02-18T12:13:08.587-07:00

I just opened up my cheeseburger (purchased from Grab-n-Go for $1.99) and almost cried. A lousy slice of meat and melted cheese was all I got--no lettuce, no tomatoes, no pickles, no onions, not even ketchup or anything. Seriously?! Hmph.

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-32508647851337050062009-02-14T12:49:00.002-07:002009-02-14T13:12:23.665-07:00

Because I laughed at the spelling in the 7th line of this BYU Honor Code poster:I wonder what mid-rifts are. About a minute later, I was looking at another board full of posters, and an advertisement for Laugh Out Loud used this slogan:"You can't spell 'IDOL' without 'LOL'" and next to it, a snide remark (from someone like me, probably) said: "yes, you can."Nice.

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-46213142224256901892009-01-28T16:47:00.002-07:002009-01-28T16:49:42.768-07:00

I was just strolling across the peopled HFAC gallery and thought to myself:"Hmm. My pants seem a little baggy. Ha ha, wouldn't it be crazy if they just sorta slid themselves off me?"I gave them a bit of a tug, and as predicted, down they went, slick as a whistle.But by this time, I was behind the modesty-protecting walls of a bathroom stall. I guess I'll just need to be careful in the future

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-52205261982605267522009-01-26T15:42:00.004-07:002009-01-26T15:53:31.129-07:00

...and comment on this post with whatever first comes to your mind. I think it'll be a good socio-blogo-psychological experiment.* Ready, set, go!*And help me compete with all of Diane's traffic. :)

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-57316861683546242642009-01-23T16:31:00.005-07:002009-01-23T16:37:46.739-07:00

What do you think? Do I have an alter ego who happens to be a graffiti artist?(By the way, this was gone the next day...)

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-80082721953631081802009-01-19T12:26:00.003-07:002009-01-19T12:39:40.102-07:00

~sigh~ I must now publicly* admit that I am not a macho woman. I am a wimp.Case in point: replacing my car's flat tire with a spare this morning was not exactly a cinch. Not to mention that it was rather chilly. It seems like it'd be so easy... but I'm a wimp. :)But I did it, with some coaching from my wants-me-to-be-completely-independent family! Then I took it to a real mechanic, which I

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-52621445669594132412009-01-14T15:33:00.008-07:002009-01-14T15:53:12.637-07:00

So last night when I was thinking about going to bed, I took a gander at my Facebook profile and thought it needed some livening up (that's in order after about a year, I think). Under interests, I had this list:"Music, people, learning, rock climbing, hiking, ice skating, Ultimate, reading, writing, French, Spanish"A fair representation, but not exactly thrilling. Here's what I added: "

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-81323510507967620012009-01-11T21:57:00.002-07:002009-01-11T22:03:10.516-07:00

Tonight I am grateful for great friends. My life is full and meaningful because of them, and most of my favorites visited me today! :) I'm not sure what it would be like to live without other people--if I had been marooned as a child, would I still feel the need to be with others as much? I wonder how much of our desire for companionship is innate and how much of it is learned. Either way, I

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-41996561689432032822009-01-05T21:32:00.004-07:002009-01-05T21:47:57.852-07:00

Have you ever done something you felt good about doing but then felt like you were worse off after doing it? My older brother Regan used to say that women are fickle, and while I often defended myself against the generalization, quite frankly I'm sick of feeling it in myself. :)School started today, and my fears of being bored were quickly allayed by a class I had planned to take just for fun.

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-4960313952966224082009-01-02T17:26:00.004-07:002009-01-03T14:43:21.516-07:00

Skip the traditional New Year's Resolutions--here's to the loss of my skill as a once professional ice skater. Okay, so not really (both about me being Sarah Hughes and a Resolution Hater). I took a beginning ice skating class at the Peaks Arena through BYU last winter semester. Here's a video of my final ice dance performance that I meant to put up months ago...(Be sure to note the jump--it's

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-13863441216003278822008-12-17T12:18:00.001-07:002008-12-17T12:21:19.805-07:00

[Jaw drop] "April 22nd?! Is it possible for mission calls to have typos? Probably not..."Those were my immediate thoughts as my eyes scanned over the long-awaited details of my call. But now, three days into finals, I'm kind of glad I can go to another semester of school. I've started working more, you see, and being stuck in the bowels of the HFAC (albeit for just a few days) has made me

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-22079758503326807322008-12-05T15:01:00.002-07:002008-12-05T15:11:49.552-07:00

Because they called me on a mission!I know some of you have already heard the news, but I wanted to make it official on my ever-so-official blog. :)I'm going to the France Paris mission, which includes the northwest part of France, and I enter the MTC on April 22nd, 2009. That's a long time to wait--my availability date was January 14th! My new plan is to attend Winter semester at BYU, so

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-76145373312483605622008-11-21T16:53:00.003-07:002008-11-21T17:00:35.704-07:00

That title might initially sound inappropriate, but it's not, and I liked the alliteration and the French, so it's staying. :)Last night at an ungodly hour (okay, it was probably 8:00) I was at the JFSB studying and happened to need a trip to the lady's room. I could see the shoes of the person in the stall next to me, and the first thought I had was, "That's Suzie." I proceeded to doubt

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-29507323611758547322008-11-14T16:35:00.004-07:002008-11-14T16:54:52.395-07:00

Than while playing this game. It's free, simple, and challenging (if you try to use a large vocabulary, anyway). Here are the instructions:1. Let your fingers smash down on to the keyboard, creating a stream of letters.2. Make an intelligent, witty, or silly phrase out of the letters (for a greater challenge, stipulate complete sentences and including punctuation).Examples:rtmlxafj,

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-1243721575611866962008-11-07T20:20:00.003-07:002008-11-07T20:58:42.056-07:00

Sorry if my last post sounded snarky...I didn't want it to come across that way. I meant it as a compliment to the deep thinkers and not as a smack down to people that I may judge a little too quickly.In my Writing Fellows class the other day, someone brought up the story of Jesus healing the man at the pool of Bethesda. I like relating scripture stories to my life, even if I end up stretching

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-90627031075801840832008-11-04T23:14:00.004-07:002008-11-04T23:36:27.544-07:00

I don't usually make lists of what I think is attractive in guys, but a few are salient in my mind tonight: open mindedness and deep thinking. I so appreciate someone who will discuss important and complex issues with me, instead of smacking down an end-all statement like their opinion is truth and that that truth is black and white. I'm sick of hearing appeals to emotion, authority, and

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-48664544673846742972008-11-03T12:27:00.003-07:002008-11-03T12:34:36.228-07:00

Can you tell what I was? (hint: skin-colored clothes, think 90's...)

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-27622543717837740302008-11-02T22:25:00.002-07:002008-11-02T22:36:20.226-07:00

I am truly blessed. Diane is playing the piano and singing right now. I have great friends that care about me. My family looks out for me and wants the best for me. I have been blessed to be surrounded by great people throughout my life.Sometimes I get impatient with life and with myself and wish for things to hurry along, but when I have a faith-filled perspective, I'm content with the

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-83822644541097882252008-10-18T16:44:00.002-06:002008-10-18T16:47:32.083-06:00

Prepare yourself for a crazy story.This morning when I woke up, I looked at my phone and the first thing I thought when I saw the date was, "Today is Forrest MacSparran's birthday." In 3rd grade, I had a major crush on this boy. The only problem was that all the other girls were in love with him too, since he was hands down the cutest boy around, so my chances didn't look so great. Within a

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-4056100352408916262008-10-18T14:24:00.003-06:002008-10-18T14:32:16.044-06:00

Just look outside (if you're in Utah Valley, anyway). It's gorgeous! My happiness was also bolstered because I was chowing down on two BYU mint brownies without nuts that I got for half price at Sugar & Spice. I love the days when summer decides to resurface and give me a false sense of security that winter will never happen.On a side note, here's a funny picture that a friend posted, captioned

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-64972332286147485132008-10-17T21:41:00.002-06:002008-10-17T21:55:17.695-06:00

The past couple of days I've been "fellowing" for 13 students in a Family Adaptation and Resiliency class. The basic process is that I read their papers, make comments, and then write them each a one page response letter. It doesn't sound bad, but that's a lot of reading, thinking, analyzing, and writing (and here I am doing some more, haha). Sometimes I get some sort of inspiration--what

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-86291477232470069272008-10-10T21:40:00.002-06:002008-10-10T21:43:52.088-06:00

I've been thinking today about St. Francis of Assisi's poem, "Lord, Make Me an Instrument of Thy Peace," maybe because I read Diane's blog. The prayer became a sort of theme for me when I discovered it in 8th grade:Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;where there is hatred, let me sow love;where there is injury, pardon;where there is doubt, faith;where there is despair, hope;where there is

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-32650271009289352632008-10-04T16:35:00.002-06:002008-10-04T16:45:39.220-06:00

It's so interesting how a simple lesson, which I've already learned many times in my life, can make all the difference when I actually remember it. As I listened to Elder Bednar's talk this afternoon, I started contemplating my blessings and the reasons I should be grateful right now for my experiences and situation and life in general. There are many. I noticed that my heart felt better, some

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-1772869275250095552008-10-03T11:25:00.002-06:002008-10-03T11:43:35.779-06:00

This phrase became my motto exactly a year ago. I like it, and it sounds and looks cool, but I wish it weren't so relevant and salient again. It's frighteningly eerie that I'm suddenly in the same situation at the same time of year I found myself in last October. Good thing I'm not superstitious... maybe I should be? Anyway, it's Groundhog Year for me--at least as far as the stage of life I'm

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-79281442263136988402008-10-01T09:40:00.003-06:002008-10-01T09:54:29.268-06:00

I'm one for one, anyway. :) I've been trying to write a coherent paper this morning, and when the coherent part didn't happen, I figured I'd break my own rule of homework first and write whatever I felt like writing instead.Puffy eyes made it to my bottom 15 today.I have some homework to do but I'd rather not do it. I'm glad Diane is my roommate. I think it's funny how much I'm like my dad--I

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-70773019228179208262008-09-20T22:54:00.002-06:002008-09-20T23:08:59.412-06:00

My blog isn't very up-to-date anymore, but I would like to point out that I have a quaint new template. Even if there's no text on here that'll enlighten your mind, at least your eyes will enjoy the change.I was going to try to come up with something good to post, but I'm having a hard time keeping my eyes open. The Robyn update is that I'm happy and pressing forward!

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-54754983330369835682008-08-29T15:00:00.003-06:002008-08-29T15:09:38.831-06:00

And I figured I'd better get one more post on here before the craziness of school sets in. So here's a post as the craziness of the end of summer is still raging. :) I started writing this post a while ago, but never got around to finishing it. This is the best I could do with it at the moment, but maybe in coming months I'll give it some more thought and make it better.Analysis of the Smiley

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-60405027908843149472008-07-18T10:23:00.003-06:002008-07-18T10:49:35.148-06:00

Despite repeated mental notes to myself not to wear a skirt on Thursdays... yesterday I did.You see, I thought it'd be nice to look slightly more professional than usual, as I was helping audition people today at work. Alas, it slipped my mind that as I traversed across campus in such attire, I would be pigeonholed with them -- that's right, with the preponderance of EFY kids, who dress up on

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-66777653958517327512008-07-11T11:57:00.001-06:002008-07-11T12:01:53.433-06:00

You know that game you play in the car when there's nothing else to do but sleep or look at billboards? It goes something like this:"I'm going to [insert destination] and I'm going to bring [insert item]." Each person adds to the list and tries to remember all the things everyone is bringing. It's been a while since I've played, but I think you list items in alphabetical order for a little

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-77922158880347131252008-06-20T12:35:00.004-06:002008-06-20T12:45:05.119-06:00

I scraped up my shin a little bit on that hike last weekend, but it didn't bleed much and had scabbed over nicely by the time we hiked down. Yesterday, though, when I was trying to lock up my bike, I brushed past one of the pedals and tore off the scab. I was a little surprised at the stream of blood that immediately began snaking down my leg. Not wanting my new chacos to get stained by the

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-89319374816748937392008-06-18T09:34:00.004-06:002008-06-18T09:51:21.747-06:00

I try not to follow the crowd, so I didn't do the typical "face" thing at this geographical location (Squaw Peak is notorious for being the make-out spot). But no, I didn't "suck face," as a beloved high school teacher would say. Instead, I very slightly decreased obesity in America, scraped up my shin, and earned a nice sunburn by hiking the face of Squaw Peak. That's right, we went straight up

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-72987669542986999132008-06-04T14:05:00.001-06:002008-06-04T14:07:45.919-06:00

Yesterday as I staggered out the front door of my parents' house, complete with my pile of freshly laundered clothes, 7-year-old Ryan from across the street yelled a friendly hello at me. He's usually pretty shy, but this time he seemed interested in striking up a short conversation. After I asked him how he was doing and he replied with, "Good," he stated in a sing-song voice: "I know that you

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-75083139753358032882008-06-02T19:26:00.002-06:002008-06-02T19:31:23.268-06:00

May 20th?! All this free time and I haven't blogged since then. Once I'm home from work, the outdoors call to me and I can't bring myself to stay inside any longer...I've been noticing how much I can change and adjust according to my circumstances. When I lived at Bountiful Court, I was accustomed to being around people all the time (really, all the time... sometimes I felt like I never had a

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-66857272439580081912008-05-20T15:47:00.002-06:002008-05-20T15:53:50.130-06:00

I had a pretty cool experience on Sunday. I live in Glenwood now, where a lot of international students live because it's across the street from the ELC. I walked out of my apartment in the afternoon and there were two sister missionaries in the hallway. They asked if I knew anyone who spoke French, and I said I knew a little. "Great, you're an answer to prayer!" they replied enthusiastically

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-19204553123651713392008-05-14T15:24:00.002-06:002008-05-14T15:39:03.131-06:00

So I use Google Reader fairly religiously to stay updated on all my blog-happy friends' lives. Whoa, is that grammatically correct? What a mouthful... good thing I don't have to say that on the air.Anyway. I start wondering why people don't update consistently, because then I have less to read when I open up Google Reader. Pretty soon someone usually reminds me that I haven't blogged in a

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-77421822921535956412008-05-07T16:52:00.000-06:002008-05-07T16:53:04.940-06:00

It's funny how I'm more inclined to blog the day after I've finally posted something. Today it RAINED!!! I walked to campus at 8:00 this morning, and it was cloudy but balmy. I wore a white shirt and green/tan striped capris... little did I know what nature had planned for later that afternoon...It's a good thing I ran into my dad in the HFAC a few minutes before I was ready to leave work. He

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-56820201838672599692008-05-06T18:05:00.002-06:002008-05-06T18:09:40.280-06:00

My brother, who's a year older than I am, gets home from his mission in July (and I get to pick him up -- yes!). When we were little kids, we were inseparable -- I followed him around religiously and he enjoyed taking care of me, especially when I unwittingly served as his minion. He stood up for me and threatened any mean bullies. For the most part, he let me tag along when he played lava

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-3902603048145732232008-04-28T10:42:00.003-06:002008-04-28T10:50:57.760-06:00

Every morning I wake up and wonder if it's actually going to be warm yet. I feel like a little kid whining on a long road trip. :) Today passes the test, but a look at Wednesday's weather is a little disheartening. I can't wait for the weather to make up its mind and turn into true spring and the promise of summer. No more hints of winter!So the past few days have been strange. I think it's

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I'm done! My last class was today at 11; my Tuesday classes have already ended, so I'm free tomorrow. It's a nice feeling.I've always loved school, and I usually miss it once I'm not taking classes or on vacation. I think I often miss the structure of having my day totally planned out. But this summer, I'm going to try to take advantage of the 4 months I have time off and accomplish some

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I meant to blog about this last week but I forgot/ran out of time. In my social psychology class on Wednesday, we talked about motivations for helping other people. One theory we talked about was the Empathy-Altruism Hypothesis. The idea is that we either feel unselfish concern for a person in need and help them, or we help them (or ignore the situation) to avoid any impending guilt. Here's

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I have the best friends and mom in the whole wide world. In the whole world wide web. :)Today was my ice skating final/performance, and they came to watch and support me. I'm sure it was inconvenient and not terribly exciting since it's just a beginning class, but they still came and at least pretended to love it. Diane even brought me flowers! Yup, they are the best. I'm glad they found me

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No, I haven't changed the spelling of my name... yet.At work a few weeks ago, Mark Wait poked his head around the corner and pointed a long, skinny finger at me, announcing, "You're on the Bachelor." I tried to grasp what he could possibly mean while racking my brains for a witty comeback (he has a very dry, sarcastic sense of humor, and that's one of few ways to get on his good side). None

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Wow. The forum today was phenomenal. I've never taken a physics class (unless you count Acoustics, but that's just some basics...) and so I figured that I'd most likely be lost and eventually fall asleep in those comfy Marriott Center chairs. But Brian Greene was entertaining and explained concepts in a way that even I could understand. He talked about the conflict between Quantum Mechanics

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Either Diane and I are becoming essentially the same person, or she rubbed off on me today, or it has just been a really lame Monday. I usually don't have anything against Mondays, but today was exceptionally blah. I can't even figure out why...The one thing that kept me from using "hate" in this post was the weather. It was beautiful today, and I ate lunch outside with lots of random people

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Those were the words of my co-sluffer today as we freely strolled across campus. They don't really have anything to do with this post, but I thought it was funny. (She was joking, by the way.) To celebrate St. Patrick's Day, but mostly to prevent ourselves from impending boredom in Biology 100, Diane and I "sluffed." (For those of you who are non-Utahns, to sluff = to skip class.) We arrived

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Last week I was reminded of two scriptures: D&C 130:20-21 and Mosiah 2:24. I'd had some questions, frustrations, and concerns that I'd been pondering for a while, and I felt like I was in a bit of a rut. I wondered if was doing something wrong, but couldn't figure out what it was. So I decided to go to the temple Friday morning since I hadn't been in a while -- not to try to rack up some

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Today I witnessed a miracle:I smelled my orange!!!I've been sick with a lingering cold for about a month now, and I had almost forgotten what it was like to be able to smell and taste food. I had started judging food by its texture instead of taste. :) But not today! I could smell my orange as I peeled it for lunch and it tasted better than I ever remembered. It's a beautiful thing.Funny how

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Happy Leap Day!I couldn't not blog on this momentous occasion, so here I am.Today in Steel Band I was thinking about an analogy for foreign languages and music. Someone told me that when you learn a second language, your brain compartmentalizes for English and the foreign language. When you try to learn a third language, it's easy to mix the two foreign languages up until your brain learns to

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One of my fears is that I'll finish college just having gone through the motions. I don't want to be a student who just takes classes and gets good grades - I want to do more.Today I talked with my social psychology professor and picked his brain for ideas of how to get more involved now, as well as things I can do after I graduate. It was insightful and I felt like I suddenly had so many

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Here's my post for the day/week/month, whatever it ends up being. Even though I don't write anything of consequence or depth, I still had someone chide me for not blogging for a few weeks. Maybe I just feel pressure to write something profound when I start blogging, and I'm usually not inspired when I think I'm under scrutiny. So, read my journals when I'm dead if you're after inspiration;

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One of my best friends and roommates, Diane, often says something is on her top or bottom 15, mostly just implying she really likes or dislikes whatever she's talking about. I, of course, want to be just like her, and so I'm starting to make my own... but it's definitely still in the works. Here are a few of my ideas, the 15 of which I'll determine later:Top 15Climbing into my bed when my

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Obviously it's nigh impossible to find my blog unless I tell people about it. Maybe I was using that as an excuse not to start one. :) I think I'll give it a real try this time and start posting things besides "should I blog or not."Family: you can keep better tabs on me this way since I'm not so good about calling you anymore (but don't worry - this isn't to replace calls altogether). And

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02067584808611664872noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884349531742810799.post-24821837274663224222007-12-27T19:19:00.000-07:002007-12-27T21:01:07.958-07:00

So... this is an experiment. I'm not entirely sure I want to do a blog, since I'm pretty good about keeping a handwritten journal and don't feel the need to broadcast my thoughts and feelings to the world, but blogging intrigues me.I'm not going to tell anyone about it, so if you've happened upon my blog, please feel free to comment and let me know. Cheers-

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