Hiatus Ceased

So my mom has been asking me all summer to post on this, and I was just too lazy until my friend Kellianne also suggested that I write again. Well, I guess that was the kicker. It turns out I only need two people to convince me to do something. It's like my mom is an enzyme, and Kellianne is the cofactor.

Hi, I'm Tanya, and I'm going to make as many scientific comparisons as I can in this blog because that's my life lately.

A glorious thing happened today. Let me preface this by saying that I love BYU.

Sometimes I don't agree with its policies--namely the leggings under a shorter skirt rule. (Wah, wah, wah, I know.) Not a huge deal, but I always saw it as an effort someone was making to be more covered and/or modest. I feel like BYU saw it as people trying to push the line. With that logic then, these subversive tactics needed to be be stopped by wasting paper--I mean, putting up posters--all over campus informing people that leggings don't make up the difference between your skirt length and your evil knees.

So we complied. Because, you know, you have to take tests.

But then. Skinny jeans rose in popularity and morphed into different colored, spandex-cotton-y like pants that still retained some form of jean-liness, but denied the thickness thereof. And heavens to Betsy, how do we classify (or vilify) jeggings???

And then I think the fashion industry thought, "whatthehell, let's not beat around the bush." And then simple leggings as pants hit the shelves. And I think BYU threw in the towel.

Which brings me to today. I waltzed in the testing center with just leggings (and a shirt of course). For the win.

Why, hello!

Dear Blogging World,

I'm back!  I know it is mostly just my sister and mom waiting around for this, so here you go.

I finished my time as a missionary.  Sorry for the drop off in posts.  I'm sure there will be plenty of flashbacks to share in the future.

So I've been in the real world for a week.  Sometimes I cry about it, but there are generally some good things it has to offer.

Blah blah blah.

I gained a new respect for the sadists we refer to as dentists.  I loathe the dentist.  I went to a place called Bright Now! Dental.  They always sounds so peppy and cheerful, but really they are about to make your day go from a 10 to a 5.  I needed to get a root canal (or as one of the 'merican employees said, "a 'rut' canal.  People in Alberta always used ask me if I said "ruf" instead of roof or rut instead of root.  Who even says that?  "Americans, that's who." The Canucks would say.  Well, I guess they were right.)  Apparently you need a root canal when there is an infection in the root of your tooth...or something like that.  Now, I always thought dentists were the smart kids who wanted a good job, but they chose the cushier route of the dentist office instead of the unpredictable and strenuous hospital hours of a medical doctor.   I don't blame them. Plus they don't have to deal with a lot of bodily fluids besides saliva and a bit of blood.   But as the dentist drilled into my infected root, all of the sudden the most horrific smell was released into the wild.

Bacteria really did a number on that little part of my mouth.  It literally smelled like something died in there (which something did--my tooth).  All the while, the dentist is all up in my grill (literally), nose-nose with the stench from the Black Lagoon.  I would sense it starting to waft, and then the dentist would apply something that smelled like bleach.  Then some more drilling.  Then the smell.  Then the bleach.  (Is that even safe?? I think I swallowed a couple times!)

Quite ashamed, I apologized afterward.  He said, "Oh, we get that all the time!"  Well, thumb up for the dentist who has to feel like he's in a morgue sometimes.  (The morgue actually smells better.)

At the end the dental assistant came in to match my tooth color with the porcelain crown they will make.  My teeth matched the whitest crowns they have.  All natural, thank you.  And then my ego re-inflated as I bounced out the door.  

a middle class problem

My parents have three cars. We currently have three people living at home. Easy math; everyone is satisfied.

But...

One of our cars broke down a couple days ago, and my dad has been unsuccessful at fixing it himself. (A for effort though...) This means we only have two cars between three people. Not so easy math.

Now we have to compromise and coordinate. Ugh.

bright side

I guess the silver lining about this whole not-having-a-boyfriend-anymore thing is that I don't have to shave my legs so often.

And by "so often," I mean at all.

Summer, meet my beautiful, un-smooth legs.

Rainy Day People

Why is it that people resort to talking about the weather whenever there is nothing to talk about?

There really isn't that much to say about it. "Oh wow, it's really hot. I love this weather." "Yeah, me too." Or, "It's so cold; I hate this weather." "Yeah, me too." You may as well ask a person what color his or her toothbrush is. It will get you an equally long response.

Instead when there's a lull in the conversation, why don't people ask, "So, how about that repeal on Proposition 8?" Or "How do you feel about violence in the media?" "Where do you stand on environmental protection and/or animal rights?" "What do you think John Steinbeck was trying to say about human nature in Of Mice and Men?" "Do you think Lady Gaga is a man or a woman?" "What do you think about censorship in literature?" "How do you feel about Woody Allen films?" And the list goes on...

There are options. Many options. Use them next time.

Can't you hear me S.O.S?

I'm drowning in biochemistry and it's only the beginning!!!!

Somebody! Help! Please! What does this all mean???

why???

Dear Dr. Rees,

Why do you have to give the longest assignment of the year on the last day of class?

Sincerely,

Tanya

Was that really necessary???

So I just finished the physics assignment that I was complaining about-oh, say-4 hours ago!!! Really, Dr. Rees, really? I pretty much do every problem, get them wrong, then use the answer to work backwards, and then I get it right on the second try with the new values. (My homework is done on the internet, and we get three tries, but the values will change if you get it wrong, so that way you actually have to do the problem.)

Anyway, now I have to go on to other homework. Lovely.

BUT, I only have one more homework assignment, quiz, and test for that class. And then I will be done with physics foreVER, foreVER, foreVER...(a la Squints from The Sandlot).