An Education

January 23

2012-01-23T18:41:00.000-08:00

So, it's been like two months since my last blog post, and I figure that I should probably get back on the band wagon, so here I go!!

This was my mustache at the end of No Shave November. I kept it for like two weeks, but then I tried to trim it and it was completely ruined. I really miss that mustache. I figure I'll grow it back starting mid-February.

My birthday was December 9th. It was a really great day. I was on HCG, so I couldn't eat anything, so I got a water bottle cake! I didn't get a picture of it, but rest assured--that cake was the bomb. Finals were the week after my birthday. I did well--way better than my first two semesters of college!

The days leading up to Christmas were full of parties, family, and food. It was really great to be able to go to my Gibson Family Christmas party as well as the party my brothers and sisters had for just the adults in my immediate family. We ate great food and played Quelf, which is quite possibly the best game ever.

Christmas was amazing even though it was on a Sunday. I got a lot of great clothes and gadgets, and I got to give my parents the book of genealogy that I have been working on for quite some time. It was really neat to see their faces. These are pictures from Christmas morning.

I got a sweet new video camera, which will be great for my new desire to be a YouTube star. I'm going to start making videos any day now, I just need to find the motivation and write up a schedule so I know what to talk about! Hopefully, it will all pan out. I have some friends that are partners on YouTube and they gave me some advice as to how to make my videos popular. It would be great to get some supplemental income from that!

On the 31st of January, my brother Jared's mother died. Lawana was such a great woman. I remember when Jared and Callie started dating. I would go over to their house and she would always treat me just like one of her own. I can't even name all of the movies that I borrowed from them! The funeral had a wonderful turn-out. It was a great way to memorialize such an important person.

After her funeral, it was time for me to come back to Cedar for school. I am taking 14 credits this semester. My classes are: Spanish 1, Western Civilization, Developmental Psychology, Intro to Diversity, Book of Mormon, and I am in OPUS and Concert choir once again. Thus far, the semester has been surprisingly busy, so I'm not exactly looking forward to seeing how crazy it will get. Here are my books (except Spanish):

Let's just say I have a lot of reading to do.

Speaking of reading, I read one of the greatest books ever written this last week. It is called The Fault In Our Stars by John Green. I can't even explain to you how awesomely awesome this book is. It is about two teenagers with terminal cancer, and it is just a masterpiece of modern literature. I pre-ordered it, so I got a signed copy!!

Right now, I am reading The Illustrated Man by Ray Bradbury. It is a collection of short stories, and it is phenomenal. My best friend, McGuire suggested it to me on the mission, and I can't believe that I have waited this long to actually digest it.

Speaking of companions, I got a new roommate for the semester. His name is Dallan, and he is from Ohio and Idaho. He's a really cool guy that gets all the ladies. He's in the student association at SUU, so I get to know when all of the fun things are going down. Thus far, it has been great, so here's to hoping that I won't drive him crazy haha

Well, right now it is snowing, which really blows. I can't wait to walk in it tomorrow! (my car's broken)

Well I guess that's where I'll stop for now. Hopefully I'll do this next week!

Peace.

THANKFUL

2011-11-28T01:00:00.000-08:00

Well, I've lost track of which week it is, but let me tell you, I'm ready for this beard to go.

I have a super dark goatee, but the rest is kind of sad. I definitely have a pube beard. The only thing I like about this thing is that I can twist the hair on my chinny-chin-chin. I feel like a Disney villian haha

This week took me home for Thanksgiving, and let me tell you, I am thankful. I have the very best family that anyone could hope for. I have supportive parents and loving siblings that make life worth living. Thanksgiving was the day that I would have gotten home from my mission. It was very difficult for me, but I am glad that my friends from the MTC made it home safely. Although the life I have lived since February hasn't been what I wanted, nor was it ideal, but I have learned valuable lessons that I probably wouldn't have learned on my mission. One of those is just to love. It is easy to love the people that you teach on your mission, and the people as a whole, because you are serving them every day. You interact constantly with every person on the street. This is more difficult in "civilian life." People don't give you a reason to love them, and for that same reason, they don't want to love you. In the field, damaged goods can be reworked, but out here, damaged goods are generally left in the landfill. I am so thankful for all of the people that saw me as someone worth reaching out to and loving. These last months, and the next couple would have been and will be impossible without them.

I am grateful for Christmas. There is nothing that brightens the spirit more than the sound of jingle bells and the sight of lights. I spent the last couple days of my break decorating my parents' house. Here is a picture of the tree:

I put lights up on the outside as well, but the light wasn't good when I took this picture, so you'll just have to come over during winter break to see them! It was great just listening to Christmas music and getting everything out. This will be my first Christmas home in two years. Although it will be hard to to Christmas in the MTC and with Elder McGuire in the field, I think that this will be a Christmas to remember. I LOVE CHRISTMAS!!!!

Well, I think I'll wrap it up here. I have some sleep to do before I get up to run, so I better get on that! I'm thinking that on December first, I'll shave the beard off, but keep the 'shache. Anyone have any suggestions?

Peace.

Second Attempt

2011-11-20T23:26:00.000-08:00

This will be my second attempt at writing this blog. I tried once, and the darn thing was deleted. It's probably because I wrote insensitive things, so this is a good thing.

So this is the third week of No Shave November, and my beard is still growing. It seems like it isn't getting much thicker, but every couple of days, it looks different. It finally left the itchy stage, but now its just like short pubes. I'm probably never going to be a good beard guy. I am planning on shaving off the beard once December starts, but I want to keep the mustache. I want a Captain Hook, so I think I'll have to grow the 'stache until January to accomplish that. My friend Joe Cowan has one, and I am so darn jealous.

This last weekend was the baptism of my niece Avi, so I went home to Hendo. I wish that I could have stayed, but My dern choir classes were not cancelled because at real four-year colleges, they don't excuse people before breaks. I'm about to bash some heads. On top of that, we're not singing ANY Hannukah music, which gets my goat, and the majority of our songs suck donkey snot. Christmas concerts should be fun! NOT full of 20-minute-long, clanky, Latin pieces that NO ONE will understand (or like)! That's almost as bad as having to sit through agonizing five-finger testimony crap.

One thing that I'm really excited about is my group for Communications. We're a really fun group, and I think we're gonna rock the socks off of our teacher. It's probably an epic group.

On the other hand, my project for English blows a little. A lottle. The most. I really don't like it. It isn't the people, it's the topic, the class, the fact that I just want this stupid semester to be over.

Oh well. I should just stop bitching and moaning and git 'r done.

I guess that's all for now. Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I hope 'tis great for all of you that can eat.

Peace.

Two Weeks In...

2011-11-15T00:11:00.000-08:00

So it's been two weeks, and this is my beard. It is so uncomfortable. I'm not a big fan. I have held the razor to my face about 10 times now, but I figured that I need to actually finish something. I dedicated myself to No Shave November, so I HAVE TO FINISH!!!

The semester is quickly coming to an end. There is only one more week until Thanksgiving, and then after that, I only have three weeks. I have a seven page paper, a concert review, ten Medical Terminology exams, an English group project, and a Communications group project. Oh, and don't let me forget about my final exams. These are going to be a busy next few weeks.

I got a letter today from my friend MJ. She is living in Madrid, Spain, working as a nanny, English instructor, and student. She is such a fun person. If neither her nor I are married by the time we're both 30, we're going to marry each other, so on days like this, it is tempting to not even try to get married hahaha

This last Wednesday, I started the HCG diet. I pretty much inject hormones into my body that convince it that I'm pregnant. This forces the body to burn fat instead of muscle and bone. I was really happy when it started, but I wasn't seeing any results. Come to find out, for four days, I hadn't been injecting the HCG, but I had been injecting water. Plain. Old. Water. The pharmacist didn't inform me that I had to MIX the freaking HCG!!!!!!!! I was starving myself whilst injecting WATER!!!! Oh well. It's in the past. I'm on the real stuff now, so hopefully I'll be losing like a champ from now on.

This blog has been super disjointed, but that is how my life is right now. I can't wait to shave my flipping face.

Peace.

No Shave November

2011-11-06T18:25:00.000-08:00

My name is Kol. I have a blog. I write on it sometimes. Not consistently, but every so often...

This part isn't about my title, but I really need to talk about Halloween. Like I said in my last post, it is my favorite holiday. There is something about dressing up and having everyone stare at you that just appeals to my self-conceit. Here's a little taste of my 2011 Halloween:

You can't even imagine how many looks I got at school that day. It paid off though because I got extra credit in my Popular Music of America class. Standing ovation. I'd say the worst part of wearing a skirt is the fact that sitting down is frigid cold death. Thank the Lord I don't have to deal with that ever.

This month is No Shave November. I am grateful that I can be grateful for that. The Lord has blessed me with the ability to have thick facial hair. I just hope that it doesn't look like pubes...that was inappropriate. I hate shaving more than life, and I think that my month is starting off well. Only six days, and I've got this:

I'm excited to look like Grizzly Adams, but I plan on shaving off the beard in December and just having a mustache. Yay! I'll be blogging weekly to show the progress.

Peace.

Grrr

2011-10-27T14:04:00.000-07:00

This week has been hell. On Monday night, I put my sheets in the washer and went to bed. Suddenly, in the dead of sleep, I felt like my bladder was going to explode. I woke up and heard what sounded like a torrential monsoon down the stairs. I ran out my room, felt my feet slosh in the carpet in front of the washing machine, ran down the stairs, and low and behold, it looked like the rainy season in Brasil in my front room. There was water pouring out of the fan, vents, and smoke detector. I ran back upstairs and I saw that the washing machine was overflowing with bleachy hot water.

I had no idea what to do. I started freaking out, yelling and cursing at the washing machine. That didn't work. After prayers that probably offended God's ears, He graciously gave me a bit of inspiration and told me to turn the machine to the spin cycle. Worked like a charm to stop the overflow and get the machine to empty. My next task was to control the mini rain forest downstairs, so I grabbed all of the towels in my cupboard, hightailed it downstairs, threw them down, and got as many pots and bowls as I could to prevent further water damage. I had to empty the water receptacles a few hundred times, but thankfully, it all worked out. All of my notes were damaged, as were my letters from Brasil. Thankfully, the TV was unharmed.

For the last couple days, I have had to deal with insurance, and the repair people. That means no choir this last Tuesday and Thursday.

Here are some pictures:

This is the ceiling fan. It was not braced onto the beams, but rather was held up by the completely soggy dry wall. Needless to say, it fell.

These are some of the carpet saving receptacles.

Here is the stack of my ruined notes, scantrons, and essay.

This is my ceiling. The guy came today and all of the damaged dry wall out. Thankfully, we don't have any insulation.

On top of this, it snowed yesterday. It was freezing cold. I don't have clothes for this. Or shoes. I thought that I would be fine since I've had so much time to get used to American temperatures, but I was not prepared for snow. I wish I was roasting to death in Brasil. The only good thing about the snow is that it all melted and left this:

Fall is pretty nice. I can't wait for All Hallow's Eve. It is my favorite holiday. Almost more than Christmas.

The semester is half over now, and I am surprised that it has passed so fast. None of my classes have midterms, so that is good. I have a lot of projects due and a couple essays, but the homework hasn't really been an issue. Halloween is the day for me to choose my classes for next semester. I won't be able to take choir classes if I do all that I hope, so I'm really having a dilemma. Will I not do one of the things that I love? I hope I can work it out. I'm planning on taking Biology, Chemistry, Geology, Intro to Diversity, World History II, and Spanish I. I wanted to take French and German this semester, but the school doesn't offer those classes in Spring semester. Bum luck.

I guess that's it for now.

Peace.

Back to School=Back to Sanity

2011-09-03T14:20:00.000-07:00

I haven't blogged in how long? Oh well. Now I actually have some good stuff to blog about.

To pick up where I left off, I quit my job after the whole rat slaying incident (not because of the rat, but because of school). It was kind of bittersweet. I'll miss the people I worked with, but I am glad to be out of there and on my way to my future. Instead of working until I went to school, my mom agreed to let me organize the garage. I wish that I had before and after pictures because it underwent a complete change. I am pretty much a stud at that kind of stuff haha.

The day after I quit, we went to St. George to celebrate my cousin Seth going on a mission. He got called to the Nairobi Kenya mission. How exciting! We had a lot of fun listening to his talk on Sunday and wishing him luck. After his talk, there was a party at a friend's house. It was fun to have that mini family reunion. We met Tisha's boyfriend, Daniel, there, and we proceeded to initiate him into the family. We embarrassed the snot out of Tish in the process. haha It was hilarious.

About a week before school started, one of my best friends, Jordan Hutchings, came home from his mission in Guatemala. I pretty much spent every moment possible with him and his family haha. His homecoming talk was so good. I am so grateful to have such an amazing example for my friend. After his talk, we went to a little brunch at his house, and then Weston, Kelli, and I kidnapped him so that we could hang out and watch a couple movies. I don't think his mom was to happy with that haha. Sorry Isabel!

The Tuesday after Jordan's homecoming, my mom and I brought my stuff to Cedar City and then headed up to Mapleton to hang out with my Aunt Billie and her family. I love going up there! She makes pancakes every day! haha We had a lot of fun celebrating Bob and Patty's birthday, hanging out, and going to IKEA!!!!! I freaking love that store!!! I'm pretty much addicted to it. I think I need to go there every time I go north from now on. We got some awesome stuff for my house...after spending 4 hours there...

After the fun time in Mapleton, it was time to come back down to Cedar City to get ready for school. I had a hard time getting my room put together, but thankfully, Emilee helped me out. I didn't go to church that Sunday....BUT I got some good sleep haha.

School started on August 22nd. Thus far, I am liking all of my classes. I am taking 16 credits this semester. Hopefully, I'll get straight As so that my GPA goes up....

These are all of my books. My classes are as follows: Comm 1010, Pop Music of America, English 2010, Psych 1010, two institute classes, and Medical Terminologies. Nothing too complicated. The only one I really have a problem with is my English class. Portuguese is so much easier than English! It has been a real struggle getting used to writing in English and whatnot. Hopefully I can retain my Portuguese as I regain English.

I am so excited to see what this semester holds for me. I love learning again. I can't imagine anything better (except for maybe still being in Brasil, serving the Lord). Wish me luck!

Peace

Kolie the Rat Slayer

2011-07-21T13:35:00.000-07:00

It was a normal day at the Henderson Walmart Supercenter. Our young hero was zoning like he always does at that time of day, when he hears someone shout, "There's a rat!"

Alarmed, Kol quickly ran to the commotion, where he saw something he never expected to see at his job: a giant rat. As if by instinct, he ran to the nearest spill station, snatched his squeegee and dustpan, and started his hunt. He crouched down and slyly peered under the shelves. Amidst the dust, garbage, and dog food cans, he say his prey. It was a good-sized rat. About 10-11 inches in length. Nice and plump. It scurried back into the aisle, where Kol cornered it. Of course, he took out his phone to take a couple pictures.

Bad move.

The rat bolted. Kol got back down and saw the rat go out the other side, so he jumped up and ran to it. He raised his mighty squeegee, and with a might swing, brought down the beast. With a couple more thwacks, the rat's life was extinguished.

I'm pretty much the baddest rat slayer this side of Brasil. Thanks to all of the rats I watched being slain in my first home on the mission, I became a pro. Thank you, Elders Galletti, Green, Martins, and Gentile.

RIP

2011-07-19T17:34:00.000-07:00

Almost two weeks ago, one of my friends' dad died. He was a really awesome man. He touched many lives. I had the opportunity to sing at his funeral, and I was amazed by how many people showed up. Everyone had a great thing to say about him, and I know that the Ken Selch they portrayed was the real man, and not some fond memory. He made an impact on everyone he knew, and he sealed it with a smile.

Of course, this made me reflect. How will I be remembered when I die? What if I died tomorrow? Would people attend my funeral? Would they have good things to say? Have I left any semblance of a legacy in the 'lone and dreary world?' Who will remember me when I'm gone?

Every day is precious, and I really take my life for granted. When was the last time that I touched someone's life? What did I do today that could make a difference?

Ever since I read Speaker for the Dead by Orson Scott Card, I have wanted the truth told at my funeral. I want people to talk bad about me if there is something bad to be said. I don't want sugar coating. I want people to go away from my funeral remembering me for who I have been during this life and not who they wished I had been. Sometimes the truth hurts, but I want those that I have hurt to be healed. I want those that didn't know to know. I want my life unveiled.

I only hope that I can lead a life as full of purpose and love as that of Ken Selch.

OMGosh

2011-06-16T03:04:00.000-07:00

Doppelgänger
[dop-uhl-gang-er]
-noun
a ghostly double or counterpart of a living person

So during the last few years, I have always wanted a doppelgänger. I have seen various doubles to my friends, but never a double for me.

Today, my comrade, Weston Royce Monks, informed me that he has in fact met my doppelgänger and that he is on youtube.com. At first, I thought that it was going to be just another one of those "eh, I don't know..." kind of things, but when I looked up the video, I was amazed. Here is the vid:

If you didn't pick the guy out, watch it again. I am the one that sings first. Isn't the resemblance uncanny???? I was so freaked out. He is my actual twin! Weston says that I could meet him, but that would just be too freaky. I guess that this group (On the Rocks) is a super famous college a cappella group from the University of Oregon. They are pretty good, right?

Well, another day, another dream fulfilled. I am quite happy to have found my body double. I shall keep my eyes out for more.

This post reminded me that this one time, I went to the Apple Store and this girl that works there told me that I look like Ryan Reynolds. I don't agree, but was quite flattered.

Peace.

Be Grateful, Anya!

2011-06-11T00:06:00.000-07:00

Every time I talk about how much I hate my job, my Mom tells me to be grateful. This, of course, just reminds me of the scene in the movie "Anastasia" when the orphanage lady continually tells Anya to be grateful. It infuriates me. Like her, I AM grateful, just not happy.

I am so grateful to be employed, but I really, Really, REALLY hate my job sometimes. Take today for instance. I'm in the cat aisle, stocking and minding my own business, when this middle-aged/old man comes up to me and asks, "Excuse me, do you speak English?"
Of course, I reply "Uh...yes...."
He declares, "This cat food went up from 47¢ to 54¢ in one week."
I respond, "Yep. All of the prices have been going up."
"I shouldn't be surprised," he says, "My sister and I have been watching the US economy, and things aren't looking good."
Wondering where this conversation is going, I respond, "They certainly aren't."
Then, with all of the smugness in the world, this man says, (and I quote) "Of course, I don't expect you to understand why, since you work here."
I didn't know how to respond. I just stood there with my mouth wide open, while he just walked his pulled-up-too-high britches down to the kitty litter.

I wanted to deck that man! Of course I wouldn't understand something so complex and untrailory as the US economy; I work at Walmart! I guess I just forgot that I am inferior to all old cat men that live with their cat sisters because I work as such a simpleton, stocking shelves and fishing fish.

Then I thought to myself. I live in my parents' basement. I don't pay rent. I desperately want a pet. I don't earn enough money to do anything with my life. I am a younger version of that old cat man.

Needless to say, I am quite excited to get to SUU in August. At least that will give me a chance to be somebody.

grr

Gag Me With A Spoon Jon McNaughton

2011-06-07T00:46:00.000-07:00

When I saw this one ("One Nation Under God" by Jon McNaughton), I thought that I would die, but then good ol' Jonny had to go and outdo himself with this beauty:

I saw "The Forgotten Man" by Jon McNaughton today for the first time, and I haven't been able to control the anger since. The audacity of this man!

I guess that I am happy that we live in a country where one can express one's opinions freely, but this guy should just have his hands cut off at the wrist. Unfortunately, that would probably mean that he'd use his tongue to speak instead. Let's cut that out as well.

Testimony

2011-06-05T22:33:00.000-07:00

I am really grateful for Fast and Testimony meeting.

For those of you that don't know what that is, I will explain. Every first Sunday of the month in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, the members are encouraged to fast. Fasting is going without food and water for 24 hours for a certain purpose. We begin and end our fasts in prayer. On that same Sunday, instead of our normal meeting, everyone in the congregation has the opportunity to go to the front and bear witness of the things that they know to be true. The Holy Spirit is especially strong during these meetings.

I know that fasting is a real principle of the gospel that allows us to nourish our spirits and dominate the natural man. I know that as we fast, we are showing devotion to the Lord and our divine ability as sons and daughters of the Most High. I know that our prayers are answered. Ofttimes the answer is 'no,' but this just gives us an opportunity to align our will with That of the Father's. I know that Jesus Christ is our Saviour and Redeemer. He came to Earth to live a perfect life and show us the pathway we must take. He made it possible for us to return and live with our Heavenly Father again. I know that His Infinite Atonement (the sacrifice made in Gethsemane, on the Cross, and the Empty Tomb) makes it possible for all wrong to be righted. Our sins can be forgiven, our wounds can be healed, our tears can be wiped away. I know that God calls prophets and apostles to lead and guide us in these last days. Joseph Smith was the Lord's mouthpiece to bring about the Restoration of the Gospel, and his authority has been passed down from prophet to prophet to Thomas S. Monson. I know the Book of Mormon is true. It is the most perfect book in existence, and as we study it along with the Bible and all revealed scripture, we will be able to obtain pure and precious knowledge to help us on our Earthly journey. I know that The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is the Lord's Restored Church. It is the same church given Christ established during His earthly ministry, and it will continue to be God's Kingdom on Earth. I love the gospel. I love my family. I love our Lord. I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

For more information on the topics I wrote of in my testimony, please visit mormon.org. You, too can know these things through the power of prayer. "If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him." (James 1:3-5, KJV Bible) I promise that if you "ask God, the Eternal Father, in the name of Christ, if these things are not true; and if ye shall ask with a sincere heart, with real intent, having faith in Christ, he will manifest the truth of it unto you, by the power of the Holy Ghost And by the power of the Holy Ghost ye may know the truth of all things." (Moroni 10:4-5, The Book of Mormon: Another Testament of Jesus Christ)

Peace.

Oh Bother...

2011-06-03T20:56:00.000-07:00

Well. I'm not surprised that I totally suck at blogging. If I can't even write in my journal, how am I supposed to keep a blog up and running? I've decided that now is the time, so here I go again...

How can I begin?

I came home from my mission in February. Yes, I came home early; no, I'm not sick.

I went to the Brasil Belo Horizonte Mission, speaking Portuguese. My mission president was President Adilson Parrella. I served in five areas with six companions, and I had the best experience of my life, thus far. My heart aches to be there. Not a day goes by in which I do not think of my mission: the people I met, the lessons I learned, the life I experienced. I miss it.

Now, my life is quite purposeless and stagnant. From February until April, I just lived at home with my parents, doing odd jobs and earning "allowance." From April until now, I have been working at Walmart. I had the bright idea that I needed to be independent or something, so I applied somewhere other than my brother's orthodontics office, feeling that this would show that I have grown up or something. Boy, was I wrong. I earn $8.45/hr as opposed to the $10.00/hr I would have been earning at my brother's office. It may not look like a lot, but $1.55 makes a huge difference in the long run. I am just grateful that I have a job. Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! I wish that I could just remember that instead of complain, but hey, that is what I do best, right? haha

I just took a couple seconds to read this, and I decided that this blog sounds REALLY depressing, but I can't really embellish it at all to make it sound better. I'm in a low place, but thank the Lord that it could be lower. I am so grateful for all that I have, as well as the potential that I have. Heavenly Father really does love His children despite our imperfections. I am grateful for Jesus' Infinite Atonement. It is changing my life.

I guess that this is where I will end for now. My goal is to do this thing right this time, so at least once a week, I will post...

Peace.

My Life

Update...

2009-07-16T01:43:00.000-07:00

Well, I've finally decided to update this bad boy. It's only been what...six months since I started this thing? Oh geez. It's two in the morning, and my mind is chock full of thoughts, worries, sadnesses, anxiousness, my house is SO FREAKING CREEPY, and therefore, I have decided to bring everyone up to speed.

I had my second semester of college the first half of this year. I had lots of fun. I started out taking photography, choir, voice, English, sociology, and psychology with Pearl of Great Price as my Institute class. I didn't have the right camera, so I dropped photography the second week. I LOVED my choir class. It was such a relief to not have to worry about being in charge! I would just go to class every day (okay, MOST days) and just sing my heart out! We sang some GREAT songs by Felix Mendelssohn for our first concert, and for our final, we sang famous American songs. My voice class consisted of a pony-tailed opera instructor telling a bunch of kids that their voices were beautiful, when in all actuality, only 5 of us could sing. YIKES!! My English class was okay. Quite depressing, really. We had to read a bunch of books about distopias and talk about all of the crap in the world. Not my cup of tea. I was the KING of sociology. My class was full of stupids, so my professor (a little Nepalese woman with like a million letters after her name) LOVED me. Who can blame her? haha My psychology class was pretty interesting. Nothing like learning about WHY your family is crazy, and what crazy character traits my kids will inherit (those poor dears).

Although college was great, my favorite part of Cedar City was Zanzibar. What is Zanzibar, you ask? Zanzibar is the house that five of the coolest girls in the world lived in. Weston (my roommate) met one of them at a free lunch Fall Semester, and we were best friends with her and her roomies ever since. We did EVERYTHING with them, from going to see Les Miserables at the Tuachan, to scaring innocents at the Haunted Hospital, to having PHENOMENAL parties. I am so grateful for those girls and the fun times they showed me at school.

Now that school is over, I have just been living at home, "working" for my mom. I have just been doing stuff around the house and going to doctor appointments to get ready for my call. You should see our food storage room. It looks great, thanks to me :) It took me about a month to finish them, but they have been sent in to SLC, and I should get my call any time now! I'm so excited! I just finished my temple preparation classes, and so now, all I need is my call in order to get a temple recommend. I can't wait to partake of the blessings of the temple.
I think I'm tired now, so I will have to bid you adieu. I have pictures of all of my shennanigans from school on my facebook page at www.facebook.com/kolgibson. Check it out!

Blogging...

2009-01-04T15:36:00.000-08:00

So pretty much I'm following the new trend amongst my family and friends, and I finally got a blog. I had to make it for my CSIS 1000 class, and I could have just deleted it after, but I decided that letting everyone know my thoughts and desires was way better. hahahahahahahaha So keep checking this because things are going to get interesting as the new semester starts.