Hey, I'm Nina-Corina and the contents of this blog contain almost all the things that run through my head in a given day. Almost. Really my brain is a wild jungle of scary gibberish. It's a big bag of weird in there.
Back home it was a tradition for my mother and I to spend our Saturday morning running errands and then stopping by the Farmer's Market on the way home to grab some Greek food from the Greek stand. Since I've come to college I've had to find a substitute for my weekly Greek crave and thankfully the Farmer's Market exists in Utah.
It's not as big as the market back home, but I did buy honey butter one time and I did consume a delicious amount of humus and pita bread and one more thing...it comes with live music! I know, I didn't think Utah would be capable of such a feat, but I stand corrected. There was this lovely little local band playin under a canopy at the market and it turns out they were from the Rock Church. My older sister and I were just chilin and listening to the tunes and this nice lady came over to us and started talking to us about their church. Turns out she was the mother of two members of the band and they played at the church. She invited us to come to church on Friday night and Saturday to listen to the bands, rock out to christian music and meet other young people. We have yet to actually go, but we haven't forgotten the invitation. It's always interesting to learn about other people's beliefs.
I looked up the words good and friday in the dictionary and this is what it said:
good - adj :
1. satisfactory in quality, quantity, or degree
2. healthful; beneficial
3. cheerful; optimistic; amiable
4. free of distress or pain
friday -noun 1. the sixth day of the week, following Thursday 2. the day that concludes the strenuous work week and reels in "playtime" with friends
My recent discovery of Provo Trail and Utah Lake with my roommates has caused me to share the loveliness with my other friends. This Friday we had a mini Fugal Hall reunion and we took our bikes and went down to Utah Lake and then had a picnic. We also took the liberty to dub ourselves the groovy name "Sisterhood of the Traveling Bikes". Anyway, multiple trips on bikes shall commence as the year progresses. Bike rides = freedom and bike rides with friends = happiness. What a good friday :)
This spring semester has been spent increasing my utility :) The graph of a utility function in my economics book is usually depicting a sloping curve to signify diminishing marginal return with the increase in happiness. Such is not the case with my springtime here in Provo. I've recently converted to the bliss of hiking and have also formed my own bike gang called C.A.M. My utility has been off the charts! :) Each time I go out on a hike there's a rush of adrenaline for being outdoors, climbing over rocks, and encountering snakes. A bike ride with the C.A.M. gang entails roaming all over Provo and visiting various places like the park, Juice N' Java, Velour, the French bakery and Josie's Casa. Being a gang member is conditional though. If you want to join our gang you must be able to ride a bike with no hands, you must own a shoulder bag, you must own a bandana (the color is up to you), and you must own a "wind blown" white shirt (although some time is given to acquire such a necessary item for your cycling look).
I went camping and hiking with my roommate and some geology students at the Canyonlands National Park after winter finals. It was a pretty sweet deal because we got the geology department to sponsor the trip and my roommate and I aren't geology majors, but we do have friends in the program so it counts. :) I'd say this is a bit of networking and hey the people at work would be proud that I'd applied skills they constantly teach undergrads about...or I just have cool friends. Anyway, the trip was absolutely delightful (hence the picture of happy jumping people) and the weather was perfect, not too hot and not too cold. We were actually expecting rain, but we were ever so politely informed by an elderly Visitor's Center worker that there was no need to worry because we were in, well, a desert. That never occurred to me while I was preparing for the trip, which is not surprising. All sorts of logic and common sense are out the door in my thought process; it just happens. I had called my dad to inquire of the necessary items I would need for a potentially rainy campout and proceeded to add the BYU poncho, the plastic bags, the extra socks, the extra shoes, the trusty tarp and an actual rain suit (pants and a jacket with an air hole near the neck for ventilation. Nice. They really thought that one through). Turns out it did rain, but it was the typical spit rain native to Utah skies and the poncho worked better against the high winds that plowed through the canyons. I just have to say it, rocks rock and really huge rocks are even better. The canyons were phenomenal and made me hold my breath in awe as we scaled them and looked out over the land, grasping our minuteness and marveling in the majesty of God.
Absorbing the beauty of the earth that weekend made me think of a scripture. Yes, I am going to be spiritual on a blog. Anyway, it just articulates the feelings I had when I stood on this large rock at the start of our hike to Chesler Park.
D&C 88:45-47 45 The earth rolls upon her wings, and the sun giveth his light by day, and the moon giveth her light by night, and the stars give their light, as they roll upon their wings in their glory, in the midst of the power of God. 46 Unto what shall I liken these, kingdoms, that ye may understand? 47 Behold, all these are kingdoms, and any man who hath seen any or the least of these hath seen God moving in his majesty and power.
Absorbing mother earth with friends = happiness
Witnessing God's majesty and his love for all of us = happiness
it is 1:30 in the morning and my roommate and i are still awake on a homework hyperdrive. i decided to take a break from the books and set out my clothes for school when i realized something was missing. i went to my shoe rack to pull out my all*stars when it hit me, i was missing a lot of shoes. in fact, i was missing every single left shoe that i possessed. i believe it was a sort of retaliation for something i might have done in the past few weeks to a number of different parties, which is understandable since april fools day was only last week. i did some detective work and have eliminated one of my possible antagonistic groups. albeit this said group could be alluding me to a new group to avoid any further suspicions about them, but you can't really tell much about tones or body language via text messages. alas, i am to wear my mocassins tomorrow in the potential rain, which works out only because it looks good with my outfit and is actually my preference of collegiate footwear, but also works against me because they're cloth and will soak up moisture real fast. oh well. this situation that i have found myself in causes me to throw my head back in laughter at the absurdity of it all. oh how i love collegiate life. come what may and l♥ve it.
so, if you happen to know where my left shoes are i would like them back, please...maybe with some cookies and milk too. oh and i also want to congratulate you on your prank. it was genius...maybe because i came up with it. blast kharma. :)
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Back home it was a tradition for my mother and I to spend our Saturday morning running errands and then stopping by the Farmer's Market on the way home to grab some Greek food from the Greek stand. Since I've come to college I've had to find a substitute for my weekly Greek crave and thankfully the Farmer's Market exists in Utah.
