My New "Extended" Family...

Yesterday was just like any ordinary day, but for some reason this thought seemed so incredibly profound to me. I was just sitting in Matt's apartment and observing things that were going on. Matt was sitting on the couch with his computer on his lap. Daren was sitting in "his chair" correcting these history essays. And I don't believe that anyone else there was at this precise moment. But as you all probably know, yesterday was a pretty drizzly day. And for some reason I wasn't feeling very great. It was either that, or it was so hot in their apartment that it created the illusion of my being sick. Anyways, my head felt as if it would erupt at any given moment, so I drifted and started thinking of home. I thought about the good old days when I'd be sick and my "mommy" would let me stay home from school, and say in her sympathetic and concerned voice that she hoped I was okay and that she loved me before she headed off to do her work and other various routines. Sometimes on those days she'd even head to work late so she'd keep me company while I vegged out in my pajamas and a million comfy, cozy blankets, while watching a favorite movie in my desperate attempt to warm up a bit. And then, that memory triggered the other memories I have of coming home from a long Autumn day of school and play when I lived in Minnesota. I'd run to the living room and cuddle up next to the heater once again striving for warmth.
And then it hit me. I just thought, "Wow, Teri. You're not at home anymore. You can't cuddle up to your daddy when you had a rough day. And your mommy isn't gonna make you soup when you're sick and take care of you."

Ultimately, it was a little depressing. I realize this is all part of growing up, and I'm pretty much a big baby. But remember those good old days when your parents were always there for you (physically that is... they're still there for ya, but you know what I mean).
Then I further contemplated in these thoughts. I thought, "Wow, Teri. You're all grown up." Similar thoughts yes, but my angle was a little different this time. It was wierd to know that yeah, I am all big and bad and living on my own. Now I'm living the life that for so long i've been waiting for, and some how it just now came to me. So long I've looked at my siblings and thought that they were so old, and I couldn't wait until I got to live like some of them. And there I was, at Matt's apartment, living a life of my own in the company of my great, new found friends. Then when Nick got home, he opened the door stating his first thoughts as he stepped inside. "I had the coolest feeling when I walked in. It just felt like home. Like not just an apartment, but home.". I know that I don't live there or anything, but it was true. Maybe the heat got to him too, but somehow I don't think so.
So, I've come to the conclusion of just how great college life is. So many people are away from their immediate families and are getting to know eachother. Eventually you become so close to these people that they become like you're own family. Those people that you get excited to see and talk to when you get back from a long, monotonous day at school, give college that homey feel that you'd grown accostomed to feeling when at home with your family. It's so reassuring that life gets better and better with time in so many new aspects. It's great all the things that a person can learn to love. It's such a great feeling when you can share your life with all your roomates and friends, and that they feel comfortable sharing theirs as if you're (once again) family.
Well, that was my profound thought of yesterday... it just made me feel all warm and gooey inside. Haha, I love that feeling. When you're at church and something just hits ya with it... or you see a child smile at you, grinning from ear to ear... you see an old couple holding hand who look like they're just as in love as they probably were when they were young...christmas eve with your family...Matt's journal entries...Matt :0) Anyways, I'm sure it's completely different for everyone, but yeah.
Well, that's all for now. I wonder if you all know what I'm talking about... I could just be crazy, but it makes perfect sense to me. Alrighty *

* Me *

Sweet Dreams???

Well, because my bed is still covered in all of my junk... since we had our carpets cleaned the other day, I slept on the floor for the second night in a row. I should seriously consider putting my stuff away, because the floor can only be comfortable for so long. But this morning I actually remembere my dreams! It's quite exciting...although they make no sense whatsoever... it's still exciting... this is probably going to be the most random blog you've ever read but oh well.
Dream # 1: I was hanging out with Becca, Jake, and Kylen. We were all just sitting around... but then there was this HUGE, GINORMOUS tree, and it had a wicked awesome swing on it. It was the coolest swing I'd ever seen. So I stood on the swing, and played on that for a while.. Then... I apparently told my friends (the gang) that I would meet them at Debbies house to hang out or something at 3:00, so I had to go!
Dream #2: So... I leave (I'm not sure these are seperate dreams... but they don't connect very well, so I'm just going to pretend), I get in my car. But it's been snowing out. Not just a light joyful snow shower, but it was like Minnesota snow, where my car is burried. So it was extremely hard to get my car out of this snow and ice. I tried to back up and i almost ran into this barbed wire fence.. so then I tried again and noticed that this other car was waiting for me... so I just let him go. Eventually, I was able to get out.
Dream #3: So then, I'm somehow at this wedding. My sister's sister in law was getting married. So I got all dressed up in the ugliest outfit ever... let me explain. I was in an oversized grey sweater, a gray skirt that was knee length but so unflattering, my hair wasn't done... it was kind of wavy and half up, and then my shoes... this is the best... shoe #1 was the style where it has the ribbon lace to tie up so it'll stay on you. You know where you have to tie it around your ankle/calf. Anyways... that was bad enough, but shoe #2: was one of those without the lace at all... so I'm thinkin' "ugliest outfit ever" is a slight understatement. Anyways, I complained to my mom that my outfit was crazy, and she tried to convince me it looked cute. Then she's like, "don't you have to go to your friends house?" And I thought... "you're asking me this when this wedding is about to start... i don't get it.' But she insisted that I still attend my friends house... and that I was fine to miss whatever I was going to miss. She said, just be back at 6:30. And I wasn't going to go, but she basicallhy refused to let me stay. I don't know what that was all about. Sheeshe.
Dream #4: Now, this dream doesn't relate to any of the rest by any means. I'm not sure what was going on up in my head... but yeah. So anyways. Matt, Mandy (Matt's sister), and I were just sitting at this table. But Mandy was eating this cheesecake that someone had given her. It must've been for something special like her birthday or something. She was eating some cheesecake from the pan, and she kept saying.. I shouldn't be eating this... and would apologize to her roomates.. becuase it was as if she were eating their piece of cheesecake or something. But it was almost like we were in Arizona or something or... maybe ... I just don't know, cause she kept apologizing to her Arizona friends. All the while Matt and I just sat there in silence, not knowing what to say. It was a very strange.. pointless dream I suppose.. as were all of them, but anywho.. I was just excited that I could remember them!
Well, I do suppose I should probably get ready for the wonderful Biology class that I have today. Oh joy, and I do have a lovely Biology test to study for today. How glorious ~
Anywho, Adios Friends!
Teri

I just feel like writing right now. So I'll tell ya about my day at school.
Well, first of all I didn't go to bed until around 2:00 in the morning... I tried to get to sleep earlier.. but for numerous reasons it didn't happen. So, that began my morning. I had set the alarm on my cell phone 3 times at 15 minute intervals in case I didn't wake up, because I've slept in a few too many times. Since Chemistry is my first class at 8:00, that is just no good! Ms. Jaspering is pretty particular about promptness. So if you're late, she won't let you turn in your homework. Oh bother.
So with about 45 minutes to get completely ready I jump out of bed, hop in the shower, brush my teeth, attempt to do my hair, and grab some bread on my way out the door. All the while I as attempting to help my roomates with a few things, and listen to their different stories. Sometimes that is quite complicated. Anyways.
I parked as fast as I could, and made like a mad women to my Chemistry class. I was frantically climbing down the stairs when I saw the entire class waiting outside the room in the hallway. Apparently the doors were locked, and Dr. Andress (Ms. Jaspering... I don't know why...) wasn't there yet. Thank goodness, because it probably would have been a sad scene if not for the doors being locked.
Eventually class started, and my eyes quickly began their rest. Every now and then I might peek up and see what my professor was referring to, but for the most part I was able to enjoy my rest and daydreams. So that was quite nice. On to the next part of my nice day.
Let me see... I didn't have any classes between 9-11 so I hung out in the computer lab and worked on some English for about an hour. Then, Of Course(!), at around 9:50 I went to go find my sister. You see,( in case some of you don't know)she has a microbiology class from 9-9:50. So every Mon, Wed, and Fri I get to hang out with my sister at school. I can't explain it, but I think it's the most wicked awesome thing that I'm going to college with my 30 some odd year old sister, and I see her in the hallways. I guess growing up, it was somewhat like I was an only child, because I didn't grow up with many of my siblings! So, we got a pop, and then talked in her car for about a half hour. It was so fun! I went through her purse and she had these crazy strips (kinda like those lisTERIne strips). But apparently these were like energy strips... I know it sounds so unhealthy right? But I tried one, and it made me so sick... nasty. Anwyays, then I had to cover up that tast with the Vicki mint like things that she had in their too. Anyways, she's a nut, and I'm a nut, and when you put us both together we just get nuttier. Eventually we had to say our farewells so she could go home, and I could go to my class... but on the way up to my class I stopped and talked to a former classmate of mine from Provo High. We had a meaningless conversation about how retarded Choir was last year... and all that good stuff about Mr. Mendenhall. As meaningless as it was really, it was somewhat funny.
Then off to my English class I was, for real this time. When I walked in, everyone was still in the hallway waiting for the people in the room before us to wrap up class and filter out. The first thing Mr. Nodal said while we were in the hallway was " So, any guys harrassing you?" This was obviously a comment resulting from my Oral Presentation given on Monday, but at the time I had no clue what he was talking about... due to the fact I was still in my own world. Then the rest of the people were commenting on my presentation and I then I caught on. But, the overall point: People really liked my presentation, and I was very relieved and had a strong sense of self knowing that I took the risk of being myself completely when I gave it, and people actually accepted my ideas. Run on sentence I'm sure.. but oh well! HOpefully the point was made.
So we eventually got in the classroom and got into the lesson, and Mr. Nodal says "Okay, I'll give extra credit to anyone who can find this answer for me." So I whip out my "Allyn and Bacon" book, and flip to Chapter story, and was pleased to find the answer to "What is a story?" I listed off the three key points, and thus... Got the extra credit, which I'm sure i could use! Then to make the class better... Mr. Nodal passed out our Presentation scores, and I got an A! Yay! Hurray! Baffling I do believe, but whatever, I'll take it.
Then, off I was to my psychology class, which is one of my favorites. But today, it was quite boring... until I realized that class was almost over and I was over ecstatic.
Anyways, it doesn't sound like much really. But it's enough to make my day I suppose. For now that is, I'm sure it'll only get better, since I know I get to hang out with Matt later today. That's always a great ending. No matter how bad the start I suppose, I'll have the end at least to look forward to eh?
Well, I've filled my need to write I believe, so I'll be leaving you with that!
Umm.. Have A Great Day!
* TERI *
P.S. I have a new cell phone number... and it's local for those of you in Utah.
It is 1-801-592-9018 :o)

Helloooo Out There!

Well, It seems as if I haven't written on here FOR-EVER! So let me tell ya about life. Let me see. Well, Yesterday was an interesting day. Sometimes I get so stressed out about everything that is going on with school, and then you have a million church activities on top of that, and then theres always an attempt to maintain some sort of social life. Balancing all three of these things is extremely difficult for me. As you may know, some things seem way more appealing than others, and I'd just love to blow off the rest of these things. But unfortunately life would ultimately be depressing if I did blow off those other things. Somehow I'll learn to better manage my time. Anyways, back on track with yesterday.
So, I was feeling a little stressed out due the above mentioned facts, and on top of things I had an interview. Don't get me wrong, I'm greatful for the interview, but it's a little on the stressful side when you're nervous about it, you have a presentation within the hour for English, things are already running behind schedule, and you're to find out what you got on your Psychology exam. But, the environment of this place was extremely relaxing. As wierd as it may sound, it's completely true. I walk in, and the lady at the front desk says " You must be here for an interview". That's always a good sign when the receptionist can tell you apart from the patients, who are there for mental health reasons. She then pointed out a seat where I could wait. While I was waiting many of the employees kindly wished me luck in my endeavors. I just watched people for probably 20 or 30 minutes. I saw ALL kinds of people, big, small, giant, teeny, young, old, well kept, dirty, and so many more. It's interesting to see the people that are there getting help. You wonder if you were walking about on the streets would you think these people had a mental disorder? I sure wouldn't have the slightest clue for some of them. Last year in psychology I learned a percentage of the people that have mental disorders... and altough I can't remember the exact percentage, that number was extremely high. So many more people that you probably think have some sort of mental illness. It's kind of wierd to think about. What if I myself have some sort of mental disorder? But how would I know, I've always thought the way that I do. No one has mentioned how incredibly insane I am yet... well... I hope no one has SERIOUSLY mentioned that to me anways. And who decides what the qualifications of a mental disorder is exactly? ANyways, Moving on.
So, across from my seat was also this water fountain like thing. Not the kind of fountain that you drink from... but the decorative kind. It was soooo soothing... it had this rock in it that the water kept turning (the rock was round), and I just stared at it. And the sun shone in the glass doors that they had, which was also relaxing. Finally after all my observations a guy named Marty came and directed me into a room where there were 3 other people sititng at this conference like table. Thank Goodness I had all that time to just sit and relax while watching that waterfall thing, because in any other circumstance this interview would have gone horribly. I would have been pausing like mad in mid sentence and struggling to think of the words that I wanted to express. That's just what usually happens. But in this case, I thought things went very smoothely. On one side, I didn't get the job... which isn't great, but on the other this Marty guy said he would give me a recommendation to any department that I applied for because " Teri, you'd be a great asset to Wasatch" . Maybe it's his job to make people feel better about themselves after they don't offer you a job, but whatever.... it worked!
So although I'm still jobless, which is yet another stress of life, there is always still hope. * I serioulsy think I should invest in one of these little waterfall thingies. I do believe it'd be a very wise investment. They beat the heck out of those stress balls...
Anyways, I think some one should write a book about all the littlest stress relieving things of life. Such as Swinging..in good company. That always does it for me. This wind chime that I hear outside of my apartment is also relieving. Well then there is always Chocolate! ( Of course ) Rain... rainbows.....Art..... piano music.... and so many more.
K, Well, that's all i've got for today!
* Teri *