Chick Flicks...

So all this extra time on my hands from not studying or doing homework has really given me a chance to catch up on my chick flicks ranging from The Notebook, to Return to Me, to Startdust (I personally think it's a chick flick). It's really interesting ... and sometimes I hate admitting it, but I am absolutely addicted to chick flicks, possibly even more so than most girls. I swear every night this past week I've asked my sisters, "So what chick flick should we watch?"

You might think me a freak, but I believe it's just because I'm a hopeless romantic. Everything that's supposed to go right (and does in the movies) never goes right in dating. I text her too early, I call her too late, I come on too strong, I don't flirt enough, I get scared to ask her out again, ya di ya da. The list goes on. But those things just never happen in a chick flick. Or they do and then the guy miraculously gets the girl; probably because the girl can't resist his hollywood 12-pack.

Can it be the same in the real world? I hope so, I'm still waiting for it to happen. But until then I'll just sit on the couch and enjoy every moment of the cute little stories that another hopeless romantic wrote specifically for me. Or maybe I should just get off my butt and make it happen. Hmmm? And if you're a guy reading this post ... arrgh. (That was a manly grunt to prove that I'm still a man.)

Finals ... why?

So here I am killing over because I'm not sure if I can EXACTLY remember how to doubley integrate the polynomial that needs to be converted to spherical coordinates, or how to write a function in C++ language that uses a recursive call, or what embotellamiento "really" means in spanish. We work and stress and study for 4 long months of the year, yet only have 2 measly hours to answer 10 questions that covers about 1/50 of what we've learned. I've never been known to test well. In fact, my parents probably thought I was a "problem child" in elementary school because I couldn't score above a 10% in listening nor reading. And the scary thing is, finals are usually 30-40% of your final grade in college; but why?

Sure, finals test your knowledge of what you've learned ... but even more, test your abilities to cram as much of the info that's been thrown at you for the past months into your head for at least a couple of hours so that your life doesn't completely fall apart from losing your scholarship or gpa. One slight miss of the note-cramming could end up giving you a C in the class, which leads to a poor gpa and less chance of getting a great job, and without a job you can say goodbye to trying to support a large family, living happily ever after with that special someone is no longer an option, and life as we know it is completely ruined. All because of finals? Yes, and the injustice must be stopped now before I waste anymore time venting on this blog.

Moral of the story: Finals week stinks.

A blog, what's that?

So I have no idea what this is, nor do I have much time to figure it out. But somehow it seems a bit more intruiging than myspace or facebook. Just so you know, I just got home from my LDS mission in Spain, I'm studying at the University of Utah, and I love life. It couldn't be better. Life's hard most of the time, and I guess I'm finally realizing that stopping and "smelling the roses" is a must to survive. Blogging's just another way to smell'em.