'Twas the Night Before Friday

In these last few weeks I have gone on a bit of a soul search. Here I am, senior at BYU, about to graduate in April, and yet who am I really? There are many answers, and most likely I'll keep you posted on how that "finding myself" is going every once in a while. Today, I'd like to share some observations.

Reasons Why I am Something of A 35 Year Old Trapped in a 21 Year Old's Body.

I have become an avid listener to 70s rock n' roll. This trend I can trace to my new found love of the recent "Guardians of the Galaxy" film which has a killer sound track, if you'd like to listen.

This is called "The Awesome Mix Vol. 1" from the film. This gets compounded with my American Cinema of the 1970s class that has introduced me to a great deal of culture from this relatively unknown era for me. At the moment I am particularly mad for David Bowie. I am that girl walking up to campus with my earphones in shouting, "IIIII-IIIIIII-IIIIII'M HOOKED ON A FEELIN'!" #noshame

My films of choice lately are starting to come from the 70s and 80s, probably due to the amount of viewings within my American Cinema class, but also with how they are resonating with me at this point in my life. The New Wave magic of the 70s movies like "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid" and the classic child like wonderment of the 80s in "E.T." have me enamored. They just don't make 'em like they used to, eh kid? Also, Newman's beautiful eyes at Butch, and Harrison Ford's scruffy crooked smile are irresistable.

I am way too excited about new laundry detergent. No, seriously, I am finding all sorts of lovely scents that I am pumped to use on my own clothes.

I long for the nights I can go to bed before 10:00pm. Obviously, as the current time of writing this post is 12:31 am, tonight was not one of those nights. However, I would love to become a boring person who doesn't do her homework or socialize with people and just sleeps and eats all the time.

Is that a thing? Can we make that a thing? Seriously, it's definitely time for bed.

I have made a reckless decision to train for a 5K. For those who you who know me, you know that this is quite contrary to my usual belief that,.

I want to run in the Halloween 5K held here around the end of October. They let you dress up while you run in specially running versions of your costumes. Come on, constrained cosplaying sounds like a blast. #RunningCinderella

Sidenote: because of my training I have lost 11 pounds from when I got back from London. WINNING!

Last but not least, I now have a plant. It's mint, useful, practical, with a slightly whimsical side.I have decided to name it Percival, because that is a pretentious name for a pretentious plant. So far it has survived one week of living with me and I have not killed it. I believe I saved it from wilting on Wal-Mart's neglectful gardening department (which is essentially nonexistent).

What does all of this mean? That perhaps I have come through that trying time of stretching from teenagedom to adulthood? Nah, not yet. Personally, I am more in favor of the notion that I am finally learning how to become introspective. Look inside yourselves, everyone! Who knows? You may have more than a heart and a brain.