Waking up to the college life

This morning I was awakened to my wonderful friend Camie. I think it was the first time in a loooong time that anyone woke me up by tapping on my door or saying Good Morning to me. I realize that that makes me sound like a nut, but if you didn't know that already well then you really shouldn't be reading my blog. Anyway it was nine o'clock, a reasonable time on a Saturday I suppose. (I went to bed after four last night so my body didn't really agree.) But we had the nicest visit. I keep thinking about how she will be going to BYU-Idaho next year. That will really suck. We've both gotten to be so close. As girls usually talk about boys, she left me thinking about one in particular that I find rather intriguing.

First, it should be known that it takes me a long time to develop a crush on someone. It took me over three years to fall in love with my best friend, and another three to learn to love him in a different way when I was dealt the reality blow. So the fact that I was thinking about a boy on a half sunny/ half rainy Saturday was unique. I fell asleep with him on my mind and ended up dreaming about him. It was a weird dream where he held my hand in the produce section of the Creamery while we ducked out of view of this weird stalker boy that keeps following me around. I really have no idea why I am writing this. Perhaps the maudlin effects of Moulin Rouge are working on me. But honestly you think that watching a full hour of Mr. Bean would assuage those emotions. :)

As far as the basic details of my life go... Spanish is killer. I study for hours to get B's if I'm lucky. We just finished studying when to use the pluperfect subjunctive or pluperfect indicative, positive and negative pronoun modifiers, impersonal speech, and indirect speech. My brain is swimming. I don't know why I have the desire to keep studying this language, but I really want to learn it. My teacher is inspirational. She is from Columbia and just this week finished her thesis. So she's going to get her doctorate after a fifteen year struggle to learn English, to get an education, and to combat discrimination as a Latina. When I went out to dinner last night with my friends she was there. It's really fun talking to her because she needs to practice English and I need to practice Spanish so we switch. And she'll be like ohhh how you say frijol in English, and I'm like "Bean, maestra!" She calls me Tia because Emily is too difficult to pronounce. I like her nickname; it reminds me of Mrs. Mosser and my PA friends.

I auditioned for a role in BYU's production of Holes. (Yes, the same Holes as the book and movie.) There are so few female parts, but I did end up getting one! My character is Myra, which no one probably even remembers. She has about six lines. However the only other female character that can be played by a girl my age has about twelve lines. To get an idea about who Myra is... In the beginning she is the girl that earns Stanley's great-grandfather his curse. The one that the fat pig debate is over. The director described the character to me as dumb as dirt. The only thing she has going for her is that she is incredibly beautiful. I don't know whether to find this description flattering or... well, fill in the blank if you want. So this should be interesting. This also clinches the fact that I will be staying here for the spring semester.

It is now two o'clock and the weird bell tower is ringing. I am still in my pijamas... I'm turning into a true college student. So this blog was kind of a weird hodgepodge of things. But that's kind of the way my life has been assimilated lately. Here's to dreaming of handholding, passing Spanish, and playing a ditz. (Which my parents keep saying is not too far of a stretch.)