35 Days

In 35 days I will be able to fly home from this semester of school! That's a few days after the semester ends, but it's when plane tickets were cheap. After this semester of school I won't be returning to BYU for 2 years because I'll spend the summer working, then I'll serve as a missionary for my church. I'll be gone for 18 months for that, and then when I get back I'll work during the summer again before returning to school.

Anyways, I am so excited to go home! I love it here at BYU, but sometimes I get homesick. Today was my little sister's 6th birthday and she called me because she was missing me and wanted to talk to me. Here was a part of our conversation:

Me: What are you doing to celebrate your birthday today?
Geral: I'm having a candyland birthday party and we have sooooo much candy and a lot of games planned and cupcakes that we are going to decorate with candy and dancing and it will be soooo much fun! You should come to my birthday party too!
Me: I'm sorry, but I can't. I have school today and I'm too far away to make it there in time even if I took a plane.
Geral: But it's spring break! You should come home for spring break!
Me: I don't have a spring break. If I did then I would come home for your birthday!
Geral: Oh, I just miss you so much. *little sniffle*
Me: Are you okay?
Geral: Yeah, a sad tear just fell down my face, but now it's gone because I need to be happy for my birthday party.

I miss her (and the rest of my family) about as much as she misses me and I would have loved to go to her candyland birthday party, even though I was informed by my sister Sarah that "10 six year olds+candy+games+candy+dancing+candy= 1 massive headache" I think it would be really funny to see a ton of six year olds all hyped up on sugar and dancing around!

Anyways, that's all I have to say right now because it is now past 11:00 and I'm trying to get to bed earlier because I get up early for my job. I don't work tomorrow, but I was thinking about going to the gym. Maybe. We'll see how I feel about that in the morning.

"byu kissing blog"

The title of this post is the top Google search result that has led people to my blog. This is wrong because:

1. Why are you searching for a byu kissing blog? That's weird.
2. This blog never actually has said anything about kissing...it's just part of the title of the blog 
3. This is not what I want my blog to be known as!

It's kind of funny, but at the same time really weird. Like I really want to know why so many people are Google searching "byu kissing blog" and I want to know what they're trying to find when they search for it.

Well, that's all my thoughts for right now. And if you're looking at this blog because you Googled "byu kissing blog" and it led you here, then sorry, but this probably isn't what you're looking for, but good luck on your quest to find a blog about kissing at BYU! 

Blueberry Pancakes

Working at the MTC cafeteria can be very interesting. I'm sure that everyone there is very smart, but sometimes the missionaries there do stuff or ask questions that just leave you with either the question "What??" or "How?!" For example, there is always cream cheese EVERYWHERE after breakfast. Like the missionaries must be throwing around globs of cream cheese or something with how much I've had to clean up. I don't even understand how that happens. Or another example is that I've been asked where cereal is by a missionary, when there is literally a row of cereal dispensers on every single wall of that cafeteria. Well, today I had an interesting experience involving blueberry pancakes.

So today in my line we were serving pancakes. Plain, normal, nothing in them pancakes. For some reason all the missionaries seemed to be expecting blueberry pancakes though. I think at least 1/5 of the people that came by my line asked if the pancakes were blueberry pancakes. I don't understand why they were even asking that. The pancakes obviously did not have any blueberries in them at all. They were just plain pancakes, so I don't know what the deal was. However, the missionaries continued to ask if the pancakes were blueberry pancakes. Us servers decided to start getting creative with our answers because we were tired of so many people asking if the pancakes had blueberries and continuously answering "No" so we decided to shake things up a bit. Here are a few of the conversations we had with the missionaries:

Missionary: "Uh, excuse me, are these blueberry pancakes?"
Server: "Yeah"
Missionary: "Then where are the blueberries?"
Server: "If you don't see blueberries, then why would you ask if they're blueberry pancakes?"

Missionary: (sounding very sad) "Aww, no blueberries?"
Server: "No, the blueberries were a lie"

Missionary: "Where are the blueberries?!"
Me: "The cooks accidentally used them all to make the blueberry scones"
Missionary: "Really? So they were going to make blueberry pancakes, but ran out of blueberries?"
Me: "No, they were going to make plain pancakes, but just made blueberry scones also"

We had many conversations like that. I really have no idea why all the missionaries kept asking about blueberry pancakes! So far the best guess I've heard is that they all started some joke or something that they'd ask the servers about blueberry pancakes and see what they said. I don't know if that's right, but if it is then the missionaries sure have an interesting way of entertaining themselves.