Tuesdays at 11:05

I go to this wonderful school called BYU. Perhaps you’ve heard of it. I met a couple of fellow Americans in Europe who only knew it because that’s where Jimmer played
(Haha–you thought you were going to get away without a Jimmer picture!)
or that one school that kicked that one basketball player off the team because he broke that one rule, and because it’s a Mormon school. Those who know a little bit more about BYU know that religion classes are taught right on campus, prayers are offered before classes begin, devotionals are offered weekly to all students on campus, and a well-timed scriptural reference will get a good laugh.
Confession.
I don’t always go to devotional. I went when the prophet came (I was in the choir) and a couple of other times (when I was in the choir) but I often just slacked on this weekly BYU tradition. I always felt overloaded by the mounds of studying I had to do, and the times that I did go of my own free will, I ended up being extremely tired and having a hard time focusing on what anyone was saying anyway.
This summer, however, I’m not taking any classes, and thus–no homework. I don’t have any homework and thus–more sleep. I get more sleep, and thus–I’m not as exhausted as I am during a regular semester. And so I’ve decided to attend the devotionals.
Confession.
I love them.
I don’t know if it’s because I’ve gone with a better attention span, whether not having homework allows me to concentrate on something other than my stress levels, or if I’m just plain happier without a ton to do, but I have been LOVING devotionals. The Spirit has been so strong, and I truly feel as though each speaker has said something especially for me. And it’s times like that I am so appreciative of the amazing school I go to and the opportunity I have to combine my crazy English major and Spanish minor studies with learning about the gospel of Jesus Christ.
How blessed am I?
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End of an Era

They say all good things must come to an end. I guess I just never believed them.

Our Cougars put up a valiant fight last Thursday, but unfortunately lost to Florida in overtime. (North Dakota has now been replaced as my least favorite state in the Union) Not only did this sad loss mean that I would have to wait several months to watch my team play some basketball again, it meant that I would never be able to see this guy shooting miracle throws for my team again.
I love this picture. His face shows the disappointment I’m sure was felt all over campus, but white bandage of courage on his chin shows the good fight he and all the other players put up against the Gators. Also, I love his Jewish fro.
I’ll miss the swish that came every time his three-pointers from out in the boonies made it in. I’ll miss the stunned look on the opponents face when he made impossible layups. And I’ll miss Jimmermania-the craze of the fans, the bordering-on-sacrilegious Jimmerisms, and the impossibility of his fantastic game.
There are several writers that have been hating on my dear Jimmer since Thursday night, and several who doubt he will be successful in the NBA. Sure, his game was a bit off in his last game of his college basketball career, but he was the one who led the Cougars to the Sweet 16 in the first place, a position we hadn’t been in for 30 years. So while some may doubt him, let’s be honest–how many athletes have gotten a definite article put in front of their name?
Long Live The Jimmer

Divine Comedy

Last night I went with my Choir-Friend-Candace and her sister Courtney to Divine Comedy. It was quite the event, let me tell you. We first met at the Cougareat for a gourmet meal, courtesy of Taco Bell. Afterwards, we treated ourselves to some ice cream at Sugar and Spice where Candace was not only shamelessly hit on by the boy scooping ice cream, but also nearly died choking on the Cherry Cordial ice cream he practically forced down her throat (apparently she has a strange aversion to artificial cherry flavoring) We made the walk from the Wilk to the Tanner Building, watched Modern Family on Hulu to pass the time, and then it was time for the main event:

Divine Comedy
My love affair with Divine Comedy began in high school. In my sophomore year, I had to a project about Dante’s Divine Comedy (no relation) When I googled it, I noticed that a BYU website was one of the options. It took me to Divine Comedy’s main website where I fell in love. Here I found videos like none I had ever seen before–absolute hysteria surrounding the BYU stereotypes I so looked forward to being a part of. You should probably go check out their website–now. (Well, maybe finish reading this post first. And then you can go look at them) Be sure to look at their videos, their MormonAds, and their Daily Universe covers. If you don’t laugh, you probably don’t have a soul. Or need to come to BYU so we can slap some sense into you.
One of my favorite parts of Divine Comedy is their spoofs. They usually pick one movie (either a recent one or something classic like Little Mermaid) and redo it-Zoobie style. As an added little bonus, one of their shorter skits was a parody this time–the BYU version of PSYCH!!! I died. There was no way to recover from my favorite comedy group paying homage to my favorite TV show. For reals. Sigh….it was amazing. And then they did The Little Mia Maid. Words cannot explain to you how great this really was, especially if you’ve never seen any of their previous spoofs. It was chock-full of BYU-sims, BYU stereotypes, poking fun at Utah Valley University, and, of course, a little bit of Jimmermania.
(Sorry. Until March Madness ends, this blog is going to keep getting Jimmered.)
As this post draws to a close, really–check out Divine Comedy. I can promise you that you won’t be disappointed.

My Letter to Hogwarts

As I was at work today, processing just one of the millions of pieces of mail I’ve sorted through in my year of working there, I came across a transcript for a boarding school in Jordan. Because I needed to look it up to see if it’s an accredited school (sorry for all the International lingo–it makes sense to me) I came across the campus map. It showed all of the little dormitories, the President’s House, the Dining Hall, sports stadiums, and the cool classrooms, including one large lecture hall that could fit the whole student body for special events, such as speakers or special presentation.
All of a sudden I was totally jealous. I wanted to go to a boarding school! More specifically, I wanted to go to a boarding school that taught me things like “Alohomora” and “Wingardium Leviosa.” I wanted to go to a boarding school where the dormitory stairs turn into slides if boys try to break the rules, were I can walk past the Headmaster’s office every day, where food magically appears before me, a sports field where I could witness magical sporting events take place, and where I can not only learn in cool classrooms with the best equipment, but also from brilliant speakers who know their stuff. Kind of like this one place called Hogwarts.
Perhaps you’ve heard of it.
So while I was mourning over the fact that I didn’t get that special letter 9 years ago and I could never participate in any of the fun things that seem to accompany a magical boarding school, a realization hit me.
I live in a magical “dormitory” where boys magically leave at midnight.
I work in the administration building where President Samuelson works too. (I’ve only seen him twice, but still)
Food magically appeared for me every day in the Cannon Center. It doesn’t now, but it was fun while it lasted.
I get to experience magical sporting events all the time in the form of this wizard.
For those of you who don’t know, I LOVE JIMMER!
And we have this fantastic gathering place called the Marriot Center where I’ve gotten to hear several apostles and even the prophet speak.
It turns out, my school’s a pretty magical place after all. Oh, how I love the Y ๐Ÿ™‚

Classic Movies: 7-6

#7-Casablanca
This is one of those movies I feel like I need to put up out of principle. As I have yet to see Citizen Cane and I refuse to see The Godfather (out of principle) Casablanca is the highest-rated movie from AFI’s Top 100 Movies List. Humphrey Bogart (who happens to top the list of AFI’s 100 Stars, just one ahead of Cary) does a fantastic job playing the owner of Rick’s Cafe, a former American patriot turned cynical skeptic by the girl who done him wrong. When she comes back with her French Freedom-Fighter Fiancรฉe (I love alliteration!), amazing and awe-inspiring scenes like this one occur. It makes me proud to be an American….or French…or something… either way–Goosebumps!
#6-Breakfast at Tiffany’s
Anyone who has spent any amount of time with me (or any time admiring the display on my bedroom walls) knows that I ADORE Audrey Hepburn. And she is at her eye-popping, jaw-dropping, glamorous best in this film–even with her hair in a towel, wearing a pair of sweats with no make-up on. (How is this fair?) I feel like a lot of people feel like Holly Golightly at some point–like a poor no-name slob, looking for love. And let’s be honest–how can you not love a movie that ends with a good kiss in the rain?


  • The movie that introduced me to the stud of a man known as Rock Hudson-all six-foot-six of him ๐Ÿ™‚
  • A movie I’ve been calling my favorite for a long time, and we welcome back Danny Kaye
Jimmer Update–I finally got to go to a basketball game tonight! Jimmer was a little off his game, though…he only scored 36 points. That’s ok. I’ll get to see the Jimmershow again at the next one!

Jimmer-It’s a Verb

Remember when I said I wasn’t sure about this whole blogging thing? Well, apparently I’m on a blogging spree now, because I find all these things so exciting, I must write about them!
I’m not a huge basketball fan, but I do love BYU (I’ve realized that an I-Love-BYU entry needs to be made soon…be excited). But tonight our basketball team, who is ranked number 9, played number 4 San Diego State. So I decided to take a study break and go to campus to watch it with my ward friends. And I made a discovery.
Basketball is fun to watch.
Mostly because of this guy.

Jimmer Fredette. According to UrbanDictionary.com: Jimmer: To succeed at something in an exceptional manner.
Named after BYU point guard Jimmer Fredette.
Can also be used in the past tense form of “Jimmered” or “Jimmeresque” or “Jimmer show”. Also, one who is in range as soon as he steps off the bus.
He’s basically the man. We had fun making a tally of all the points he made during two halves. 43 points, which is 15 points short of the total score of SDSU. He was basically fantastic.
Jimmer makes me Simmer. ๐Ÿ™‚