Girls!*

*To be shouted obnoxiously like the Beastie Boys song

BUT, all I really want is NOT girls. Girls are so...ugh sometimes. Feminist as I may be, I will be the first to admit the faults of my own gender. But I'm going to make a distinction between women and girls. The main difference between these stages is a little quality called maturity. And when that settles in--no one can predict for sure.

Two things I noticed today:

1.) Girls are shallow. Exhibit A: I've noticed this girl. [No, not like that. I'm just a people-watcher. They fascinate me.] This particular girl does not talk to people outside her social class. If you do not have fashion sense, are not particularly beautiful, do not have some sort of noticeable talent, basically if you do not have anything she could ever covet, this girl will ignore you. She feeds off of attention from others. Especially boys. If you try being part of a conversation she's in, she kind of doesn't acknowledge your presence. She tries to come off as edgy and original and just the girl-next-door, but there is an element of cattiness to it all. It's quite annoying.

2.) Girls are territorial. Exhibit B: I noticed this today in one girl, but I realized it's not the first time I've seen this happen. Girls love to be surrounded by boys. They especially love when they are the only girl in the group to be doted on and flirted with. Today I joined a group of people that had one girl and a few guys. The boys all acknowledged me, responded to what I said, etc. Did the girl? Nope. Even when it's one boy and two girls, the girls will interact with the boy but not the other girl. Interesting.

Why are girls so dramatic and vicious? I think I feel more judgment eminating from girls' narrowing eyes than from boy's misconstrued notions of femininity.

This is why I have found that hanging out with guys is a lot less stressful and a lot more fun.

Matt, Adam, Kevin, and Cory(when you're home, I guess)--I love you guys! Thanks for letting me be a 5th roommate.

And one other thing

Dear World,
It has been positively divine getting 10+ hours of sleep every night and not having to do a shred of work.

Please don't make me go back to school--with a cherry on top.

Desperately Yours,

Tanya

Don't tell anyone but...

So BYU just played and beat U of U in a silly football game. And guess what? I don't really care. (gasp!) I know. I know. It's fun to watch the game and get all excited, but...
1.) I really don't get football rules. I never know why a ref is throwing a flag. I don't know why they set up the way they do. The setups just look chaotic in the end anyway. I don't know why sometimes the players can pick up the ball when another player drops it, and sometimes they can't. All I know is that we try to throw, catch, and run to the other end of the field. Exciting.
2.) I think it's unfair that a school's entire worth is largely supported by the success of its football team. So what, we beat U of U at a football game, and we automatically become a superior school for a year. The logic is hardly conclusive.
3.) Football is long. The games last forever because they start-stop-start-stop.

That's what I think anyway.

I just want to watch SVU...

I've been sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo lazy this break. It kind of feels nice though. But there is nothing on TV. I finally get the time to watch it, and they never play my favorite show: Law and Order SVU. Or any show worth watching for that matter.

And I sound pathetic.

Maybe I should read a book or something...

A weird thing about me

I anticipate that this will be a more-than-once blog post title.

So I hate country music. Sorry. Actually I'm not sorry. Taylor Swift, as green and adorable as she is, grates at my ears with her overplayed tunes...which I guess isn't entirely her fault. There are some country songs I do like occasionally just to put out a disclaimer. But the majority of country music, I just can't stand. I went through a phase one summer in like eighth grade where I loved it, and whenever I here a country song that was popular in that era of my life, I feel a sense of nostalgia for that time. But that's it.

However, I love Patsy Cline--who is just about as country as they come. There is just something about her voice that captures the pain of rejected or unrequited love like no other artist I've heard. I only listen to her when I'm really really sad.

It's weird. That's all.

Generic Thanksgiving Post

Okay, I hate being cliche, but I'll make an exception this one time. *Disclaimer: this is not the only day I feel grateful for things.

Things I am grateful for:

The Big Stuff:
--a loving Heavenly Father
--a merciful Savior
--the atonement of Jesus Christ
--a family that understands my weirdness
--true friends

Patriotic Stuff:
--a country where I can say what I want, worship how I please, vote for my leaders, etc.
--men and women who are willing to fight for my freedoms
--a president who hasn't followed through on a lot of the socialist things he said he would do
--public education
--affirmative action...when it's on my side :)

Stuff taken for granted:
--the custom of this country to brush teeth and shower often
--insulated walls
--a grocery store within a mile
--always having something to eat
--always having somewhere to sleep
--a university that is significantly cheaper in price but not in education

Completely random stuff:
--that I don't have leprosy
--that I have a friend who owns Rock Band
--the versatility of soy
--that my leg hair does not grow as fast as a man's
--that I don't have to shave my face
--that my thrombocytes function properly--as do the p53 proteins in my cells
--that my overies and uterus correctly respond to the hormones sent out from my pituitary gland, and provide enough negative feedback to keep the system in check.
--my sympathetic nervous system! (and parasympathetic for that matter...)
--people who donate their bodies to science
--OB/GYNs that boldly go where not a lot of other people want to go
--that Dr. Porter magically knows the days when to make Monday quizzes a group quiz
--the rr in espanol
--the color teal
--that women stopped wearing corsets
--that my toes aren't webbed
--the development of ballroom dance
--yulia zagorychenko in all her perfection
--car fresheners
--the view of Mt. Rainier at the top of 410 that I rarely see anymore
--that my mom never tried to live vicariously through me
--that potatoes are so cheap

I could go on...

But in all, I'm grateful for my life. It's not perfect, but it's all I've got, and I'm going to make the best of it.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Bored

This always happens. I finally get the *ganas to blog, but I want to blog all the time now. Then in about two weeks I will lose all desire. But while I am here I just want to say that I love blogging because I love writing. I don't get to do it in my major a lot, so it's very refreshing. The real reason for my stopping of blogging is because I started journaling last January. I keep up on it pretty well. I thought about just journaling and copying the entries to this blog because I write my journal in a Word document. Obviously I would take out the really deep and personal stuff, but it would give me a blueprint at least. Then I realized that blogging and journaling are completely different because the audiences are different. Maybe only a literature-enthusiast would know what I mean, but my journal entries just wouldn't fit here. My writing style differs as the setting differs. And even though this audience is vastly imaginary, it is still a variable which must be factored into this writing.

Things I must do now:
1. Read a General Conference talk
2. Start Cien Años de Soledad for Spanish
3. Make lunch

*ganas is a Spanish term loosely translated to desire. But as my favorite Spanish teacher Mrs. Nelson first taught me, there is just something more to the word that cannot be translated. You just have to know Spanish, I guess.

I'm baaaaaack

Maybe I'll try this blogging thing again. My New Year's resolutions from last year are laugable, but it's almost time to make another list.

And I was almost going to abandon this blog forever until I saw that Tommy was a follower. I was pretty sure I was the only one who had read my blog for like the first year it was created. But it made me smile that someone else cared or even just randomly stumbled upon it. That's because I don't like being those people who post in their facebook statuses (stati??) things like: "everyone read my blog now!" (read: "I want to impress you with how blog savvy I am and casually throw out some pretentious thoughts.") Not all blogs are like this, but I'm sure you've all come across a blog or two in this fashion.

Anyway, I'm rambling, but I just want to say to the internet world that I am going to take up a little more cyberspace these days with my inquiries, ponderings, musings, rants, annoyances, gratitude, and most of all ramblings.