1) When I found out Steve Nash was going to be playing for the Lakers, I was appalled. Obviously, I can't like the Lakers. That is appalling. But, I love, love, love Steve Nash. I was facing a moral dilemma.
2) The season started, and the Lakers get a new coach. And who is it? Naturally, it would be the Suns old coach, who I also love. I was excited to see how the team changed with this new development.
3) The new development doesn't pan out. The season goes on, Steve Nash is injured, the Lakers do terribly. Steve Nash recovers and starts playing, and the Lakers are still terrible. They've got all of these great players, but somehow are just not winning.
So somehow, the fact that this team is doing awful makes me like them. I've become fascinated with the team developments, and hopeful that they'll start to figure it out.
And while everyone else (excluding all of the appalling people who are always Lakers fans) is probably rejoicing in the fact that the Lakers, who are always good, are finally losing, and failing despite their awesome new team...I'm finding myself rooting for one of the most hated teams in the NBA.
So there you have it. I can't say I've jumped on the Lakers bandwagon, because that would require them to be good. But somehow, I've ended up...a Lakers Fan. I'm interested to see if this team can put it together.
And if you're appalled, you're probably almost as appalled as me. Sometimes, you just can't help it.
Gone are the days of staying out all night...what am I up to these days that is so unblogworthy? This is what I do every day.
8:30 - 10:30
Go to class. Three different classes, the same room for almost two hours each day, Business 209.
11:00 - 4:00
Go to work at Lowry & Associates. On Monday's, I stick around campus all day for my other classes.
5:00 - 10:00
Do homework or nothing. Some nights I even make it up to the library.
11:00
Prepare to be shocked. The girl who hasn't regularly gone to bed before midnight since probably before high school...is going to bed.
And yeah, maybe I don't really have a thriving social life currently...but let's be honest, going to bed early is probably the best thing that has ever happened to me.
So...I don't know if people have noticed, but it is COLD.
When I walked outside today, it felt warmer that it has the last few days. And what was the temperature? Oh, 15 degrees. Yeah, I know, that's really getting up there.
The one thing you can count on people saying about Logan is how freezing it is up here. Until this year, I really hadn't experienced the frigid place Cache Valley truly is. Here's how cold we are up here.
When you're outside, all you can talk about is how cold it is.
There were 70 people on the bus today. That's about 30 less than every other day this week.
When I walked outside today, it felt warmer that it has the last few days. And what was the temperature? Oh, 15 degrees. Yeah, I know, that's really getting up there.
Every blanket I own is on my bed. I sleep in my sweats. It is still possible that I might get cold.
My gas tank thing got frozen shut. A nice man had to come open it with a knife.
I look homeless every day, because I look like I'm wearing every piece of clothing I own.
But...it really is great. And this'll probably mean once it gets above freezing, we can all break out our shorts and t-shirts! (People here might be crazy.)
It's always awkward writing after not writing for awhile.
I haven't written because day to day I'm like...I have nothing to write about.
But then I think I should blog again, and I'm like...where do I even start, there's so much I haven't talked about.
Anyways, it's a weird situation. December was a great month...hopefully some pictures to follow.
As of now, Lex and I are back in Logan. So far, we've done what' we're best at, which is grocery shop and watch Netflix. If this is how the semester goes, this blog could get very, very exciting. Just saying.
When I was in high school, I was obsessed. It all started in 9th grade, when I made the great decision to fill out a March Madness bracket. I started watching all of the games, and I was hooked. I watched basketball all weekend, and I was thrilled, because UCLA, one of the teams I picked at random, made it to the finals.
I caught the basketball bug, I didn't stop watching once the madness was over. I started watching the NBA. I became fascinated with the Phoenix Suns, led by Steve Nash. Even I, with my limited basketball knowledge, could tell that he was dang good at passing. Here's one of many videos displaying his crazy skill. (I'd encourage everyone to get on youtube and watch more videos, because I know that it did, and still does, keep me highly entertained.)
I don't remember all of the details, but I'm sure if you read my journal from this time in my life, you could get a pretty good recap. I got very quickly attached to this fast little team, and I'm sure tears were shed when they lost in the conference finals. Luckily, there is a great book to commemorate this Suns season.
This book was of great use to me for many research papers, and would be a cathartic thing to read whenever the Steve and the Suns would fall short again of a championship. Weirdly, basketball was my life in high school. I watched it instead of hanging out with my friends, I'd stay up until 11:30 watching the Suns game score on Sportsline. It was the best.
Since moving up to Logan, it seems that my obsession has faded a little. Some would say it is a good thing (Alexis), but I think it's kind of sad. I loved it, and loved being up to date on all of the scores, the standings, and the stats. My time has been filled with other things, like school. But I want to rediscover that love.
The Suns have gone through a lot of changes, as all teams do, since I first started watching them play. This is what I remember.
Steve and his coach, Mike D'Antoni. This time was when were the Suns that were the most fun to watch. And now...Steve is a Laker. And the Lakers recently got a new coach, none other than Mike D'Antoni.
I feel like there is something morally wrong with being a Lakers fan....but seriously. This could be great. Maybe I'll jump back on my basketball obsession, because I am dang excited about this.
The week before an accounting test is filled with accounting study groups, reading over notes, working out problems, carrying a giant textbook around campus, and stressing.
Really...the textbook is HUGE.
When the day of the test arrives, I've usually reached the point where I feel I cannot be any more prepared. Yes, I might have all day to continue studying, as the tests are taken at 4:30 p.m. (which is awful, by the way), but I feel like if I don't know it by the day of the test, I'm probably not going to know it by the test.
So come last Thursday, I was done studying for my accounting test. And I was scared. The test covered pensions, leases, errors, and changes in accounting principal. There were so many slight details that change they way a problem is worked and how things are classified. I was so overwhelmed, and thought for sure all of these things would catch me on the test.
I sped through the test. I'm not one to carefully go back over the test and look for mistakes, or try to figure out how to do problems. If I don't know how to do it the first time, my assumption is I'm probably not going to have an accounting epiphany halfway through the test. I was the first one finished (yes!), and left not sure what to think of the test. I was thinking I'd be lucky and happy to get an 80.
Winning. At finishing first, not accounting.
So, when I got my test score, I was stunned. A 92?? The first thought that crossed my mind was...maybe he typed in the wrong score. My next thought was...geez, he must have had to curve this test pretty hard. There was no way I did that well on the test. I mean, I know I didn't fail it, but I didn't think I got in the 90s...
Minus the +, add the -. But hey, it's an A.
I was talking to my friend Jonny, and he did even better than that. We were both so shocked that we still haven't really started to rejoice in how great we did.
Now...I'm sitting in accounting class writing this blog post with my test in front of me. Turns out...
So...Rachel and I like to go on runs, right? And they're pretty much the best thing ever, like, ever.
Here's how they go.
We run to the temple and chat. These conversations cover everything. That's like the base reason why our runs are fabulous. What's more stress relieving than running and venting? Probably nothing.
Then, we sit on the grass by the temple, and do an ab workout. This tends to be a great location to run into people. In the many times we have been there, I can recall many occasions where we have encountered people we know.
Then we run home. Sometimes, we sit on a bench and finish talking, because we really have that much to talk about. And that's where it gets awkward...
Since the only place there are public benches are bus stops, we were sitting there. Then the bus came, we had to tell the bus driver we didn't want to get on the bus. He informed us that we were sitting at a bus stop. He was real annoyed... We left the scene.
Just another running adventure with Summer and Rachel!
