I'm Rather Tempted to Obliterate You

Yes, I'm writing two blog posts in the same night.
It happens.

So the reason I'm writing this one is because I received one of those lovely little text messages that has been forwarded from person to person. You know, the ones that promise peace and prosperity if you continue the pyramid and threaten destruction if you don't? Yeah. I hate them.
First off, I am infuriated at the fact that so many people wish for easy wealth that they will succumb to something like this. I know that it is "human nature" and whatnot to be selfish and inconsiderate, but that doesn't excuse it. People don't seem to realize that if they have more, someone else has less. And if they don't give anything for what they are getting, their are STEALING FROM SOCIETY! They don't seem to realize that they are a part of this society, and that the ill they inflict upon it will eventually come back to stab them. This "easy-money" is both idiotic and greedy. This is why I do not approve of Kent's business ventures into Xango. (Although it is his choice and I will support him anyways because I want him to be happy.) Xango is a network marketing company with a slew of products that all come from this fruit called mangostein. Their leading product is Xango juice, which is supposed to bring balance to the body, supply extra energy, make you feel happier yadda yadda yadda. (Sound like snake oil?) They also have eleviv which is an antidepressant, but they encourage you to drink Xango juice and take eleviv regardless of whether you are clinically depressed or not. Of course, their products are unique because they're the only ones of their kind to have scientific research backing them up. (Although I somewhat question the extent and validity of this "research".) Their thriving business is founded on the customer/employees, who are expected to buy 200$ worth of Xango products, and then get other people to come to the meetings and sign up to become a customer/employee etc. Part of the income from the people you bring into Xango will go to you, and they recommend that you bring in three people a month. If you can do this (and the people you bring in can also bring in three people a month) you will be making money in two months, and be making lots of money within the year. Kent brought me to a meeting, and I couldn't stand it. Their elitist mindset and complete disregard for anyone who's not one of these Xango people is horrid. They don't realize how unstable something like this is, and how the money they are making MUST come from a slew of people that are all losing money. I am infuriated at their lack of consideration and short-sightedness. I'm also incensed that they claim to be generous because they donate so much money to charitable organizations. This is of course, after they've bought the large house with a giant lawn, the summer home on the beach, and the five high-end decked out cars, and made sure they have enough money for their great-gradnchildren. It's sick, especially since almost everyone will be sucked in all too easy by their promise of "achieving your dreams" by just bringing people to meetings.
Back to the idiotic text message, (yes, there's more to this) this particular one was an uplifting message, talking about how God's grace will pull you through, and "when He's taking something out of your hands, it's only to leave them open for something better." That ticks me off. I love my Heavenly Father and I do not want Him and His kindness thrown around like a sack of potatoes. I am glad that people find happiness from Him and wish to share it, that is all fine and dandy. But when they have the gall to put it into a text message attached to this voodoo promise/threat, and forward it out like it's some joke, that is when I cannot take it anymore. It is a terrible method of spreading happiness from the Gospel, as it is ineffective, harmful, and just plain rude. If someone comes up with a witty quote or a thought-provoking example, let them share it in person to others. Put it in a talk or a lesson. Tell it to your friend. If you must send it in a text message, send it to someone who you really care about, as a sincere thought for their personal well being. Don't just forward it to a number of people you're vaguely friends with. If someone wishes for an influx of random happy messages, I encourage them to read Conference Talks or if they are not LDS to go on Gives Me Hope.com (or any splinter site of theirs). Just please, don't treat something so powerful, marvelous, and sacred so lightly.

I Think I Might Like This

I have always been worried that I would come to college and find out that I'm really not meant for science or math. Instead I'm supposed to do something passionate like english, politics or theatre. My fears were unfounded, I'm not going to do any of those silly things.
Since any interest in english was crushed junior year of high school and I never really wanted to go into politics, I'll stick to theatre.
I admit, I enjoy it. Watching it is as good as reading a book. The art of freely displaying emotions is energizing. Taking a story (and I love stories) and giving it life is a wonderful concept. That being said, I hate theatre. Manipulating my emotions to fit whatever I'm supposed to be doing and fine-tuning them to fit the character more fully is draining, and it usually leaves my emotions rattled. In addition, I cannot help but be distrusting of people who spend their lives manipulation their appearance to achieve their goals. It doesn't help that I'm an introvert who loses energy by social interaction. It is all in all too much for me, and while I may enjoy it every once in a while, I cannot bear to be involved with it as much as I am. So I've decided that my audition this Friday will be my last for awhile. Honestly, I'm hoping I don't get into to the one I auditioned for today or the one coming up Friday. I'm excited that our theatre class play performs soon, and I'm anxious to be done with it. Sad as it may be, I'm excited to leave the HFAC for what I hope to be a very long time.
I am in no way lost for a major. My decision to go into chemistry was much smarter than I gave credit for. I am interested to see how I enjoy the higher level math class, although I think that the super-complex and not-so-applicable mathematics might not interest me as much as they used to. Chemistry, I admit, is difficult. At times I don't understand the concepts and sometimes I just can't seem to get the math right. But I love the way it has changed my thought process. I'm now able to see things happening in real life at the molecular level. I can understand why things happen the way they do, and what is actually going on. I'm excited to delve further into the specifics of how our universe functions.
I must admit I had been worried forever about going into science at all. Truth is, I don't fit the pattern of a science mastermind. I never won anything at any science fair. I did comparatively poorly in my science classes. I thought the science kits were interesting but I had no patience for the actual experiments and only liked the shiny things. I have a hard time visualizing things in space, and figuring out how a scenario will turn out. But all the same, I love it. And I plan on continuing.

Unexpected Boredom

First off, hooray for thanksgiving! (and the associated break)
Hanging out with Natalie for her birthday Wednesday, going to my Uncle's (and having a blast, I might add) on Thursday, seeing Robyn on friday, and Lounging around Saturday.
A pretty nice week so far, if you ask me.
It's odd though, I had expected that this break from bunches of work would leave me relaxed and happy, but I'm actually somewhat bored.
This quite possibly stems from the fact that I do indeed have things to do...
Because it's not much and it's not all due on monday, I feel like procrastination, but all the same it hangs over my head. Leaving me stuck in the limbo of "unrelaxed but doing nothing."
Even so, I have gotten some work done.
I guess I just expected less stress than I have. At any rate, it has still been an exceptionally good week.

Not Lonely per se. Part II

Reread. Rethink. Redo.
I decided not to completely obliterate my previous post, because it was true when I wrote it and it might do me good later on to think over it.
The status, my friends, has changed.
I can be happy in at a party nowadays. I can enjoy being around people and talking to them etcetera. Conversely, I don't care anymore. I still see random facebook posts of past EFY friends, the people in Once Upon A Mattress, and high school aquaintances, but they no longer phase me. I don't mind if they never remember me. I don't care what they think of me.
In the three weeks that I am in the middle of, I have a total of 6 exams and 5 papers. You can bet I will not be spending any time worrying about people I don't talk to anymore.
To qualify, I still miss my sister, even though she's here. I miss my little brothers back home and I'm delighted whenever one of them texts me. I miss Jacob so very much and we are definitely hanging out over christmas break. Everyone else? I might miss you a little bit, but I think I'll be fine.
Thought you all should know.