#mormonworldproblems

Sometimes

you've got something to tell

that is just

dying

to be told.

But the only person you can

really tell,

who would

really understand,

is across the world

and you can't call her

and 

letters.

just.

don't.

cut it.

Who ever knew such hullabaloo?

So,

I have a crush

on this boy.

(from here)

Let me distinguish between having a crush

and liking a boy.

You like a boy when you love to be around him.

He's your friend and you can talk,

and you wish he wanted to date you.

You have a crush when you're infatuated with someone,

and you wish you had a reason to talk to him

because if you did, he would obviously want to date you.

A crush is a lot like this:

(from here)

I haven't had a crush in two years,

so it's been frustrating me.

I hate that I feel nervous and awkward around him

so I can't even get to know him 

and turn this crush into liking.

What am I, in high school again?

HELLO.

I'm twenty-one years old.

It seems silly to worry about trying to stare at him 

without him noticing.

I just want to tell him, even though it means nothing,

because that's what I do these days.

I think we should all talk about our feelings.

I think that would make me feel a lot better.

But that being said,

there is something a little magical

about having a crush on someone for no reason.

It's like archetypal human behavior.

So really, I don't mind.

(from here)

Some Other Beginning's End

Well it's official.

We all moved out of our apartment,

and I've turned in the key.

Summer's over.

That apartment treated me well--

it had a big creeper window that also let the light shine in.

And now many of the people that I spent my summer with 

have moved away.

And now come the marriages

the missions

the jobs

the study abroads.

Or for me,

my last year of school.

I don't like letting people go

once I've welcomed them into my green circle.

I hate it.

I can't say that I loved every minute of this summer,

but I love the people I was with.

Every new beginning

comes from some other beginning's end.

The Life of a Linguist

"To be aware of language change is not going to make you a better person and it may not make you speak or write differently, but doggone it, it's fascinating."

-Mark Davies, BYU professor of corpus linguistics

The best part of landing in the Philadelphia International Airport

is seeing this sign.

(via here)

Then you know you're home.

Is that the best statue can do?

For some reason, I just love statues.

I mean,

I think posing with statues is pretty normal,

but I like to think that I take it to a new level.

There's animal statues:

And posing like statues:

 Sometimes when you're not looking so hot, you pose like the Doryphoros.

Historical Statues make me smile:

I will make it to Mount Rushmore some day!

And interacting with statues is the best:

I have a dream

to own some kind of statue park

made for climbing and playing and taking pictures.

I'm pretty much an expert already, right?

America's Pastime.

I have this pet peeve called

when people think baseball is boring.

I would submit

(and I'm about to say something offensive)

that there are no boring baseball games,

only boring spectators.

It takes class to be a baseball fan.

And yeah, in de facto terms,

football might be everyone's favorite.

But baseball is America's pastime--

de jure.

When I grow up, we will be a baseball watching family.

We will love the home team, whoever it is,

so we can watch the games every night.

And my babies will know to call them runs and not points,

and they'll know about

tagging up,

full counts,

and RBIs.

'Cause you just sit there and think about America.

That's why it's okay that it's 3 hours.