So. A problem I'mhaving in life right now is that all I EVER want to do is make books in the bookbinding lab (or more often at home with a lot of make-shift tools), but the problem is that a)I don't have all the supplies necesary because b)bookbinding supplies cost a surprising amount of money and mostly can only be bought on campus and also c) for some reason I have other things I have to do, like I dunno homework and crap. Dudes, homework is lamer than lame. Expecilly when it is for my Gothic lit class, which turns out is NOT worth all the trouble. I have to write the prospectus for my final paper, which happily isn't due til December, but anyway, I am having a devil of a time thinking of a lucid idea and actually writing it out.
Speaking of being lucid, that is NOT what I was last night at the stupid hot springs. So, it turns out that me and hot springs are mortal enemies. As in, I HATE going to the hot springs, and I'll never go again, and I should never have gone in the first place, what was I thinking. Because seriously, what sorts of things do I hate? Um let's see, 1)Being cold, 2)Being wet, 3) Being outside in abandoned wilderness fields in the complete pitch dark of night with no moon and no flashlight, 4) Being far away from home and having no way to escape to safety if I decide I don't actually want to do things. Just for starters. And OH WAIT that is all that the hot springs are about! Getting into a scary pit of water in some middle-of-nowhere field 100 miles away from Provo, in the middle of the night, when it's really really cold. So I pretty much just stood on the edge of the spring having a massive panic attack while everyone else got in and had their fun or whatever. In the end I just sat on a rock and looked at stars. Which was pretty cool I guess--there were a lot of stars visible out in the wasteland.
Anyway. Today was stake conference, which was only cool because it was in the Provo Tabernacle, which i've neer been inside of. It's a really pretty building. Then we got to hang out with Christy and Danny and Lucy, and we had good times. But alas, now I am here, needing to write my dang prospectus, and I really don't know at one point I'll get aroudn to actually doing it. You know when you know something will be hard or problematic, so you put if off because you don't want to face the problems, but that just makes it worse? Yeah, that's pretty much what my life is like these days. Good thing there's only like 10 days til Thanksgiving. Sweet relief!