College Notebook :) Enjoy

Fatal Academic Distractions

I stare at a blank screen willing words to come out of me. It's not exactly working so instead I decided to indulge in one of my favorite college past times, a wonderful idea that I developed last year. A steaming cup of noodles/ OR/ a microwave cake and one of my favorite shows playing in the background. The chosen show this time is Castle's season finale. 

 I have one of many options now..

• Write my English paper that is due tomorrow and feel completely at ease
• Watch Castle and plunge my fork back into that noodely goodness
• Write back a Dear Missionary friend
• Or waste my life on my Blog, Pintrest, or Facebook 

 Chances are that I will choose the last one and stare at the rest of my English paper until I come home from my Home Evening Activity. Sure, I would love to delve into the confides of my mind and find life-changing events that have shaped me into who I am today.  Then again I could also just sit and eat my cup of noodles and indulge in my fatal academic distraction of procrastination. 

Either way, let me give you some choice advise. Do your homework, on time. Sit in a quiet room and think, ask questions on why this changed you. Brain storm! Word Vomit! Just WRITE because it is beautiful and will get you somewhere. Either way, I still have a couple more paragraphs to write so I'm not exactly too behind. Sometimes though you gotta let creativity strike you, not you strike it. 

Avoid Fatal Academic Distractions. Be alone AND STUDY. Ponder ponder ponder!

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~Stacie Shannon Denetsosie

My Endeavor for the Best Sweater

A few months ago I posted a post called "Endeavor for the Best Sweater." Well I would like to tell you that my sweater hunt has come to a complete halt as school has just begun. Which means it's probably better that I focus on my studies anyways. Hahaha. So recently I encountered an experience resembling rejection. Eugh, right? Sounds absolutely terrible but, like my journal says, "everything you are learning now is preparing you for something else."- Majorie Pay Hinckley

All I can hope for is that the fact that I actually learned something- and I did! Yes. You can't wear a sweater that does not want to be worn. It seems I have discovered a ever growing popular set of sweaters that just don't want to be worn! So, I guess I'll just tell you what I have learned. If a sweater doesn't want to be worn, don't push it. PUT IT BACK ON THE RACK. No matter how soft and good it smells, you deserve to wear it. I also learned that sweaters have feelings, yes this probably isn't a surprise to all you experienced folk out there but to me it was crazy. That they are just as freaked out by you as you are to them. This whole shopping experience is just plain freaky to me.

Remember that there is a club for this and if you'd like to be part of it just contact me via my blog or e-mail and you can be part of a new exclusive club called...FORGET MEN ACQUIRE MONEY. Don't judge the name for the club it's mostly just a club where we can joke about it. It's just a fantastic thing and I'd rather laugh through life than cry through it. Crying over sweaters is like crying over spilled milk. I have a funny outlook but I hope you know you are way neat. You deserve a custom sweater. :)

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May your travels be short and full of adventure!

The Power of Hello!

Okay, so today I've had a pretty rough day. Really rough, like from the moment I woke up this morning I just wanted to stay in bed and not go anywhere. Like how no matter how cute you dress it's still not enough to feel cute. Tremendously rough. My text books were not going through and I wasn't feeling very good and well it was just crazy how angry I was.
Then it was time for my class and on my way to class I saw a guy in my ward who is quite a nice fellow. He greeted me and right after that I had the thought cross my mind " i need a friend, i have a friend." I felt a little bit better about my day, then it started to rain. I was crossing quickly across the quad when I made eye contact with a fellow who is friends with the fellow I used to like. In response to that I looked away, I had that terrible sinking feeling in my chest when he said " Hey Stacie!" I responded back hey and walked way before the blush could spread.
Sometimes on a bad day all you need is a hey. From someone really neat, sometimes you get it sometimes you don't. It's sweet and great.
Say hey anyway.
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