A New School Year, The Same Old Whitney.

Greetings from my new apartment in Cedar City. Which is thankfully much cheaper than my last place and while the room is much smaller the company is heaps better :) I think I'll start off with some photos and share some thoughts about my classes later. Be prepared for a post of epic proportions. Now, on to the photos!

My bedroom from the door. My bed is on the right, and the one of the left belongs to Kaitlynn.

Other view of the room, I think I'm in love with the beads :)

The bathroom. I do miss having the double sink. And a toilet that doesn't sound like an airplane taking off when you flush it. 

Here is our lovely living room full of mismatched furniture. Don't worry, it's not quite as small as it seems.

And the kitchen, which is by far much bigger than my las one, though sharing it with four other people can be a bit of a pain.

Thus ends the photo part of this blog post. So far it's been nice living here, though the wireless on our side of the lot isn't working and we only turn the AC on at night. I like living with people I know and actually get along with this time around. It's been a nice change, though I do miss having my own room. 

Rent is so much cheaper here than it was when I lived on campus, but it doesn't have the connivence of being right across the street from campus, and I have to pay electricity and utilities now. Thankfully I save enough from my job at the Assisted Living facility this summer that I don't think I'll be living off ramen this semester, though I did by some just in case. 

Curt came down with Kaitlynn and I to help us move in, though all we did when we arrived on Saturday was dump all our boxes up in our room and leave for St. George with Kaitlynn's parents. We stayed at her aunt and uncle's fitness spa for the night and spent some time swimming in the pool. It was a nice mini-mini- vacation to take before starting the semester. It was also great to spend some extra time with Curtis. Man I'm gonna miss that kid, even if we drive each other up the wall at times.

Classes have been going well so far. I have German 1010 MTWR every week at 10 am. I'm thanking my lucky stars that it isn't any earlier because when I signed up for classes this semester I didn't really pay attention to what time they started at. On MWF I have Chemistry at 1 pm and a lab at 3 on Mondays. I'm also taking an anatomy class online with the lab for that class being on Fridays at 10 am. Tuesday and Thursdays I only have German in the morning and that's going to be really nice, I love being done by 11. Though I will need that extra time to actually work on my anatomy class. 

I bought text books today, well more like rented them because it's a hell of a lot cheaper that way. My bank account didn't take that bad of a hit, though I still have to pay my rent for the semester. I have the check all made out but I just haven't had a chance to run it over to the apartment managers yet. It's on my to-do list for tomorrow. 

So far I really enjoy my classes, though I've only been to them once, with the exception of German. I think I may be the most excited for that class. The professor seems very eager to have us all succeed in learning the language, and isn't big on putting people on the spot. We practiced vowel sounds today, which is a little tricky because apparently in English we "glide" our vowel sounds while most languages don't. I'm glad English is a Germanic language because I think that's going to make learning German a little bit easier. We'll see if I continue to like it a few weeks from now, when we start getting into harder stuff ;)

I think that'll do it for this update. I'll try to update again soon, but no promises as my life isn't nearly as interesting as I seem to think it is. Ta-Ta for now dear reader!!

The First Days of Spring

As I sit here eating my 3rd to last packet of ramen, it occurs to me that I have a little more than 5 weeks left in the semester. WHAT?! Is my first year of college really almost over? I suppose it's a good sign that I haven't dropped out, starved to death, or gotten any regrettable tattoos or piercings. As the semester winds down, (which by the way is a very misleading term. If anything I get busier when the semester "winds down") I've been giving some thought with what I want to do this glorious summer. So I'll make a list here, for most of the world to see, and come back and check it the first day of Fall semester 2011 to see if I accomplished any of it.

1. Work enough hours to keep up my CNA license and save up so money so I'm not forced to live off ramen noodles all semester.

2. Avoid all ramen related foods. This also includes spaghetti noodles with butter and salt.

3. Pay off my housing for next semester.

4. Get back into going to church, scripture study, personal prayer etc.

5. Learn more French

6. Learn more quick and cheap dinner recipes.

7. Find a job in Cedar City before I move back for school.

I think that'll do for now. Perhaps I'll come back later and add some more, but I'm already wondering if I can do some of those things in just three months. But before I get too involved in summer plans, I should probably concentrate on all my final projects and final exams. This includes a mini-debate that may cause me to lose my lunch. I'm terrified of public speaking, especially anything in a debate type form. I'll never forget 5th grade, when I foolishly volunteered for a debate competition between Larsen Elementary and the other elementary schools of Nebo district. I spent weeks preparing with my debate partner, taking copious amounts of notes on all the research we did, so I would be 100% ready on debate day. My debate partner even had her father make us these cute little wooden boxes to store all our note card in. So debate day comes, and I'm so excited. This is what I had trained for, I was prepared to kick some 5th grade butt with my amazing arguments. My partner and I sit down and size up the competition, who were unfortunately very very good. They make their opening statement, and do so totally within the time limit, and sit down. It's my turn now, and my palms sweat, my stomach drops down to my toes, and I start getting little black floaties in my vision. I stand up, open my mouth, and nothing comes out. This is tragic, seeing as in a debate every second counts. When I've used up half my allotted time gaping like a fish I suddenly remember that I do indeed have control of my vocal cords, and my arguments come out in a lovely wave of word vomit. I don't remember much after that (I think I intentionally blocked it out), just that my team didn't win, the judges looked at me like they were trying not to laugh, and sitting in my mom's car after the whole debacle crying like the little girl loser I was. The only up side was that mom took me for ice cream afterwards. Way to celebrate my epic failure mom :)

I understand that I'm not that 5th grade girl anymore, and that I have done more in class presentations since then, but the thought of this debate coming up petrifies me. I'm hoping now that I'm an "adult" there will be less awkwardness and word vomit involved this time around, but with my luck that isn't likely.

The title of this post comes from a song from one of my new favorite bands, Noah and the Whale. I definitely recommend you check them out. They are the perfect mix of folk, pop, indie, angst, and just all around awesomeness.

More Whining About How Time is Flying By.

February is almost over and I haven't posted since November, which is pretty typical of me and my blogging habits. Christmas break was a lovely little vacation from responsibility, though come January I was more than ready to get back to school and my own room.

I feel like I need to post since I haven't in so long, but so far I'm finding nothing to say. My birthday was this month and being 19 is pretty much the same as 18, except I'm that much closer to my 20's. I suppose that is a little strange sounding. Pretty soon teen will no longer be part of my age, that'll be a novel experience. I just can't believe that almost 20 years have passed since my birth. It really doesn't feel like that long of a time for me, mainly because I've been living my life just like everyone else. Oh man, 20 years from now I'll have kids of my own, heaven help us all when I start procreating. Not to fear though, a husband and babies are far in the future for me. School is going to dominate my life for the next 6-8 years, and I refuse to have a baby till I'm the proud recipient of a Masters Degree in Nursing. Thankfully my dad isn't eager for grandkids at the moment, which is great seeing as his oldest kid is only 19 and his youngest 17.

Speaking of Curt (in a very roundabout way) now that it's 2011 my baby brother is going to be 18 in October and this time next year he'll be getting ready to graduate high school. I can't believe he's old enough, I feel like I was just barely graduating high school now I'm almost finished with my freshman year of college and preparing for my sophomore year. Time seems to be going by faster the older I get, I'm not so sure how I feel about that.