Journey Through Anatomy

Once upon a time, you take PDBIO 220 at BYU, with the lab. When you sign up, you have maybe heard of its difficult and time-consuming content, but you're still not that worried about it. Whatever.

Just in case you want to be more prepared, here is a more accurate description of what anatomy class does to you:
This is your first day in lab:

After hours and hours and HOURS of open lab studying, you end up like this:

This is what studying so hard does to your personality:

Your reputation as a nerd increases significantly. Your friends just think you're smart because you can use big words.

The longer you're in class, the more you feel like a doctor.

And, by the end of the class, after ALL of this studying, and you are SO ready to ace this final... if you're like me, you just forget everything you ever knew.

And then, for hours after the final, you just have anatomy terms that run through your head constantly.

One day, I hope to be normal again.

The Busiest Sunday of the Month

The busiest Sunday is always the last Sunday of the month. Because not only do you usually have homework and studying still to do for the upcoming week...

 ...many people also consider it the last day to do church-reported things.

Even when you tell them you're going to be gone that last Sunday.

And then there are reports due too.

And remember, Fast Sunday is next Sunday!

And fast Sunday is always the least busy. Because everyone is busy sleeping in until Church starts (no matter what time) or eating.

Boy's Life Plan Vs. Girl's Life Plan

Who gets the short end of the stick in figuring out their life?

Why Your Friends Die After Getting Engaged/Married

We all know how it works. Your best friend gets engaged, and BAM, you never see her/him anymore.

But, coming from the engaged perspective, who's fault exactly is that? It's almost like the only time you do want to hang out with us is during the time when we are actually on a date.

The rest of the time, it's like:

So, next time you say that your friend fell off the edge of the love cliff after they got engaged... ask yourself if you maaaaybe accidentally pushed them...

Playing Chicken

There are many different kinds of games that are called "Chicken." Typically, the first one you think of is this one:

Just kidding. This one, the one you play in a pool or a lake or some other body of water.

But, people play chicken almost every single day of their life, especially in the form of living with other people. It looks like this:

Now, now, nobody be offended, we've all done this. And we've all lost at some point.

If you haven't lost yet, you need to be a better roommate.

**If you are/have been my roommate, this blog isn't about you, I promise. Look, I'm the only stick figure in all the pictures. I'm just talking about the funny game of chicken. :) **

Life is Awkward, and Then You Die

Have you ever felt awkward before? Chances are, you have, because all of life is basically awkward. Watch.
Being born is awkward.

Growing up is awkward. Remember middle school?

Graduating from high school and going to college is awkward.

Living with brand new roommates that you don't know is awkward.

Having a job is awkward when you have to tell people you don't want their shift because you already work enough...

Making new friends is awkward, especially when done via Get-To-Know-You-Games.

Making friends in class is awkward because you never know the intentions behind someone who wants to meet you...

And then being old is awkward.

And then you die.

Hence... Life is awkward and then you die.

My Mid-Undergraduate-Life Crisis

My Mid-Undergraduate-Life Crisis began with The Questioning of Every Action I Ever Did.

Which lead to inactivity.

Which lead to abnormal feelings.

When I was little, I used to think feelings were little bells inside of you that rang. When you were fine, your bells rang fine. When you were not fine, your bells were broken and rang out of tune.

After feeling abnormally for a while, it became hard to really feel anything.

And with all of this questioning, and feeling, and not feeling, I wasted a lot of time.

And then...

Aaaaand that's where I'm at.