Saturday, January 31, 2009

Lead, Follow or get out of my way.

So tonight I went over to my friend Emily's house, we laughed, we reminisced and of course took the color personality test. Several years ago at girls camp Emily and I had a leader that was OBSESSED with the color personality test. It was doctrine to her. So she made all of the Youth Leaders take it. 

Yellow-Blue. Let me just share with you some of the traits of a yellow-blue: 'They can be footloose and carefree one minute, then suddenly turn very serious the next."  That was me. All play all day and then... oh crap my homework isn't done and I need an A.

Tonight I retook the test Yellow-Red. I was mortified half way through the test I realized that almost every answer I had chosen was for a 'red' personality. 'strong-willed, independent, assertive, aggressive' WHAT?! Me a Red. How did this happen? Emily and I used to make fun of people that were 'RED' and now suddenly I've become one? The rest of the night I was laughing because I would say or do something and then go oh. my. gosh. I am a red. I am. What has happened. Emily just laughed. 

Red-Yellow: The Red dynamically direct your life, while the Yellow charismatically invites others to enjoy your friendship. 

So if I see you around I might ask you directly and assertively to be a part of my life, but I promise you'll enjoy the ride. 


Wednesday, January 28, 2009

True Love

Over my yeas at BYU–Idaho I have had a number of loves that have come and gone and come back again. Among those loves are tennis, photography, walking to class and having my nose hairs freeze along the way (happened just yesterday in fact), prank wars, dance parties, public relations and a certain missionary that just didn't work out, but thats another blog for another day. The one love that compares to no other and that I find myself coming back to time after time: Jacob Spori. 

 He is just so darn irresistible. He does demand quite a bit of my time, but I am ok with that. I enjoy the time I spend with him. He is loyal. He is steadfast. He is immovable.  I never have to wonder where he is or what he's doing... and every time I see him, he invites me in out of the cold winters day or the summer heat to stay a while. Even when I am in a rush, and I want to, I just can't say no. It's so hard to refuse his advances. Over these past 4 years I have spent more time with Jacob than I have any of my roommates, friends, or boyfriends combined. Jacob Spori, I think I love you... will you marry me? 

Monday, January 19, 2009

Semester numero 8

Well, now that my 8th semester is underway I am feeling the stress levels rise. I am taking awesome classes, not necessarily hard but SO time consuming.

I spent 5 hours alone working on my graphic design project today. Pretty sure overall I spent 14 hours on that sucker. It's a real beaut though.

Book Arts is awesome! I love it. Our teacher is hilarious... direct quote Last Thursday... "well I teach primary. I hate it. Sharing time is so boring! I'm trying to get fired from God." This Tuesday... "well I got fired from primary! Now I teach Gospel Doctrine." It's a party every time.

I'm working for i-Comm for the 4th semester in a row. I love it. So much work, but it's rewording. I get to see the lights come on; students understand what PR really is and what you do as a PR practitioner. I worked previously as an Account Executive and worked directly with the students teaching them, managing clients and producing work. This semester I am the Project Manager for the agency. I do mostly office management, quality control and managing our agency's intranet. It's a little different than what I am used to but it's been a great learning experience.

This summer I plan on returning to Indiana and interning for Midwest ISO again. I worked there last semester and it was such a great experience. It was defiantly not what I was expecting. It was so much better! I did real work, meaningful work for the company. I was able to redesign the recruiting material, organize office Olympics, and so many other great things.