Crossroads

Last week I logged onto my SUU portal and made use of the new program called Degree Works.  I evaluated my remaining credits for my bachelors degree and found out that after this semester I only need 30 more credits.  30.  That is enough to finish in two more semesters.  One semester earlier than I had anticipated.  Cool, right?  Well, I guess so, but graduating early means making some major decisions that could have quite an impact on my future. 

Lately I've been asked by a lot of people if I plan on going on a mission.  I usually plead the fifth.  That is, because I don't know the answer to that question.  I turn 21 in August, but by that time, I might as well wait four months and finish my undergraduate.  But, I don't want to be one of those sister missionaries that went on a mission because they were done with school, weren't dating anybody, and didn't want to get a real job yet.  I feel like that is a very one-sided decision.  The truth is, I LOVE the Gospel, and I will go on a mission if that's what the Lord's plan is for me. I want it to be something we decide on together.  

Another thing that's been on my mind is graduate school.  I plan on going, I definitely want to get a masters degree.  I was talking to some dude who has two masters degrees the other day, and I asked him what his best advice would be to someone wanting to go to grad school.   He told me to never stop.  It is so much harder to go back to school than it is to keep pushing through.  I believe him, which means if I follow his advice, I should be taking a GRE Prep class next semester.  Then I should start being serious about picking out and applying to graduate schools.  Which scares me.  But, not only that, it might be a good idea to pick out a specific program to apply for... but that's only a minor detail, right? :) 

Or maybe I could just get a real job, and selfishly save all of my money to travel around the world.  

Or maybe I will join Peace Corps. 

Or maybe I could invest all my time in studying random facts and try-out until I get on Jeopardy.

Or maybe I can take up golf and start networking with the rich and famous and just become a celebrity groupie and live vicariously through them. 

Or maybe I will just become a nomad and backpack across the world.

The possibilities are endless really. 

I just need to actually choose one... 

Lovies, 

Sydnie Juniper

What if...

I didn't feel any emotion?
I knew exactly what my future held?
I could make a decision and not second guess myself?
I wasn't afraid of being vulnerable?
I always assumed the best in people?

What if?

It's a vicious game I play with myself.  I hate that I do it.  I'm happy.  I promise I really am.  It's just that sometimes I get sucked in, and it takes a while to work my way out of it. 

I just want to be my best.

Recent

The following are real life events that have occurred within the past week

I went home last Friday and stayed away until yesterday morning.  

On Saturday I went to the eye doctor for the first time in six years.  Yep.  My eyes have gotten worse.  Dr. McKell informed me that my "good eye" actually isn't that good, and my "bad eye" is still awful.  Had he not been so attractive and single I would have felt a little more anxiety at paying for the contacts he had prescribed me.  At only 8 years older than me, maybe I stand a chance.  After all Jane Austen heroines have been known to marry men more than 15 years older than them. 

Also this weekend, my roommate, Melissa, asked me to feed her fish while she was gone.  But then I left... I came back and Lester, that's the fishes name, wasn't on the counter anymore.  I was petrified I had starved it to death, perhaps it could have died of neglect.  But, no worries... I snooped in her room and found him on her dresser.  

Here's a picture of him, happy as can be.  

Another groundbreaking event that ought to be documented.  Yesterday I needed to buy milk, but I didn't want to buy a whole gallon because I'm moving on Monday and I won't drink it all in time.  So...  I bought the half gallon and as I walked out with my groceries I realized my milk was screaming, 

 "SINGLE, LONELY, AND ON THE VERGE OF OSTEOPOROSIS!"

Why do I feel that way?  Let me explain.  Let's think about it.  Really, only women who have nobody to help them drink their milk, and don't even drink milk... except with late night oreos while living vicariously through yet another romantic comedy, only they buy half gallons. 

Next thing I know, I'll be collecting porcelain cats like my 

 friend Sam, who "is slowly becoming the crazy cat lady down the street, except he is a boy."

But, you know what?  I'm okay with all of that, and the world could probably use a few more porcelain cat collectors, am I right?

Next, I've done a very monumental thing.

  I've had these shoes since the 10th grade.  They've been a faithful companion for 5 years, they've done me proud and got me through several dances, long days at school, walks in dreary winter weather, and vacations all across the country.

Considering I can feel the pavement under my feet when I walk, yesterday I decided it was time to retire them... 

A moment of silence, please. 

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 Thank you.  

In other news, today has been a long day.  When I got home from work today I contemplated beginning to pack for the move on Monday.  Just thinking about it made me even more exhausted.  So, I decided to go for a bike ride to the grocery store to buy garbage bags so I could "pack" my clothes.  Once back from Smith's, I gave into the temptation of a nap.  It was about 6:30 PM and I hit the sack.  Approximately two hours later I woke up in a panic, as I checked my clock, it said 8:19 and I lunged from bed running into the kitchen shouting at my roommates, 

"CRAP!  I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE AT WORK 19 MINUTES AGO!!!"  

I was positive I had slept through the night and it was 8:19 AM.  

Jokes on me.  I felt a little foolish when I realized it was still Thursday night.

Am I experiencing a bit of subconcious anxiety about work and PA's right now?  

So it would seem.   

But I'm okay now.  Nothing a little Barry Manilow can't take care of. 

God Bless Us, Everyone.  

Cheers,

Sydnie Juniper