Ms. Lake

I got in. It's official. I'm going to be a teacher!!

*More to come.

Now where did I put that?

To you few and "faithful" followers,

As you know, I went on an adventure this summer. An adventure I tell you!! I packed my bags and headed across that tiny little pond they call the Atlantic and did what every art nerd out there longs to do... sit in museums for hours without end and gawk at the god-like creations that adorn their walls.  Unreal. That's the only word I can think of that comes close to describing the experience.  I sometimes sit there and look back and think to myself, "wow, that really happened." It feels like a dream but then all of the sudden it's very real.

Needless to say i want to go back.  I've been home for months now and all i can think about is how in the heck am i going to get back there? I have absolutely no money, no connections, and I sure as heck don't have the needed language skills but I think I may have accidentally left something there. My sanity.  It's gone and i can't find it.  while i was there my worries switched from which boy to choose to which gelatto flavor was the best.  From how am I going to pay for all of this to how am I going to find lunch during siesta.  From minding my grades to minding the gap on the subway.  While I was there i found my sanity and upon returning home I discovered that i had completely lost it and i feel like i should go get it back. probably today.

so who's with me? I've been seriously craving a crepe.

I'm Back.

hello world. I know you've missed me. and by world I mean those five people on my sidebar that claim to "follow" me. oh and of course my mom (love you!).  When was the last time i blogged? a year ago?  maybe not that long but it definitely does feel like that.  I remember thinking "i'm going to blog at least once a week. at least." ha. funny how fast reality comes crashing in on you once you've created challenging and inspiring goals. Like that one time I was going to run that marathon? oops...

Moving on...

It's the start of a new semester (and by start of course i mean we've already been in school for 3 weeks.) and i've made new goals including not neglecting this precious baby of mine.  hopefully. hopefully reality will be kind to me this time around but seeing how it's been acting the past couple of months, I highly doubt it. all that aside, it's good to be back.

I Must...

...get my hands on one of these.

They're called dwarf hamsters and i need one.

Burn the Witch! Burn the Witch!

Last weekend was epic to say the least.  My roommates and myself and what seemed to be the rest of the world celebrated Holi Krishna aka The Festival of Colors. 

This is a Hindu festival based on some of their beliefs and it is widely celebrated in India.  The legend says that there was a prince who prayed to the Hindu gods.  His father, the king, didn't like the fact that his son was praying to other gods so he decided to burn him as punishment.  He had a witch who was known to walk through fire, carry the son through the flames.  The son prayed to his gods and was delivered while the witch burned instead.  To celebrate this victory over death, the Hindu's have a ritual burning of a witch.

The other legend that inspired the festival is of a beautiful and immortal love between the Lord Krishna and Radha.  Krishna would often complain how Radha's skin was so fair and yet his was so dark.  His mother advised him to throw some colors on her face to see how her complexion changed. And that is where we get the tradition of throwing colors.

We started out the day with a little taste of India at the India Palace. The best food you will ever eat is right there. I think the owner is starting to recognize us we go there so often.

Next stop, the temple in American Fork to throw some chalk. It was a mad house there. Loud music, lots of chalk, and of course...llamas. :)  We all gathered together to watch the burning of the witch and chant "BURN THE WITCH! BURN THE WITCH!"  Then we counted down from ten and threw the chalk into the air. Holy cow... it was insane.  It went pitch black.  You would think that you could hold your breath but no.  It was so long I just had to breath.  In the process of breathing I managed to suck in enough chalk to turn my tongue purple, like after you've eaten an otter pop, purple.  I could have probably spit in 7 different colors if I knew how to spit of course. So anyways, here's the results of the afternoon:

The Roommates. :)

Me and Jared showing off our color pride.

the car ride home

The Fierce-Some warriors. (and Katie Pitts who once again looks like she does drugs. (we still love you.))

Now that our clothes are all officially stained pink and our shower looks like we use Kool Aid instead of water we can officially say  HOLI KRISHNA!!

When It Rains, It Pours

The other day we had quite the rainstorm and in that situation there is only one thing you can do... 

PUDDLE JUMP!!

I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.  

One Step At A Time

Ok. It's official.  I'm the craziest person alive.  You're probably saying to yourselves, "Duh Reegan. We figured that one out a long time ago." But seriously I'm a little slow and just discovering how crazy I really am.

So...the other day I got the crazy idea to run a marathon. Yup. The 26.23 miles.  Don't ask me why I thought this would be a good idea because I have no answer for you. So I called up the master aka "Dad" and he made me a schedule to follow so that I will be ready by October 15th to run this:

Cool Right?  I get to have Father/Daughter bonding with this guy so I'm pretty excited. :)

It's only the second week of training and I feel crummy.  How in the heck does one go about motivating themselves to do this? I feel like having some type of reward waiting for me at the end but everything I can think of isn't worth this craziness.  So far I'm running on self-satisfaction but I get self-satisfaction out of the simplest things so it can only last so long. Example: Today I wore shiny shoes. Self=satisfied. 

See? Not hard at all. Please, if you 

have any suggestions for me that would be awesome. :)

All in all, I think this will be a good experience in the end if I don't give up.  I want to do hard things and I want to challenge myself.  I keep thinking about how I'm going to feel when I cross the finish line.  Will I want to cry? Will I want to scream?  Will I want to dance?  Personally I think I may just want to eat a cheesburger but that aside I think I will be proud of myself.  Not the "sinning" kind of proud but the "good" proud.  The proud kind of feeling a parent has after seeing their kid make the winning touchdown or getting a good grade on a test.  I'm going to feel proud that I really can do hard things and that by setting goals coupled with my determination nothing is impossible. Woot!! I can do this. Wish me luck! :)

Also if any of you would like to be at the finish line to see me crawling across the pavement that would be great.  I don't humiliate myself nearly enough.