Tuesday, December 22, 2009


Like every other human being alive, the holidays are my favorite time of the year. But in all honesty, my favorite thing about it is not all the Christmas cookies, or the music, or the hot chocolate, or even the cold. My favorite thing about this time of the year is that it is orange season. Call me crazy, I know it sounds weird, but to me there are few things better in this world than a ripe orange around Christmas time. I secretly wish I lived in the olden days where kids got oranges in their stockings every year instead of trivial things like hairbrushes and gum. I envy those lucky people that live in California and probably are so sick of the sight of oranges they will never eat one again. I don't believe such an experience is possible. What I wouldn't give for an orange tree in my backyard. During my last week of college, I bought 12 oranges from Broulims (our grocery store) and ate them all in 5 days. What can I say? I may as well be addicted. Oranges just put me in a really good mood, and I love that I smell like orange after I enjoy one. Is it so strange that I clandestinely crave a box of oranges for Christmas? That is really all I want, I promise. They are probably one of the few keys to my heart... that, and Coke Zero. But don't get me started on that, or even Coke Zero with an orange. To me, that is bliss in its purest form. Merry Christmas everyone, and if I find a mysterious box of oranges on my doorstep one of these days, just know I'll love you forever.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Dead Spaceship

It's Friday afternoon and so far it has been a beautiful day. I must finally be acclimated to Rexburg because I consider 15 degrees a beautiful day. Yesterday was a horrible day, I woke up and it was -15 degrees. Walking to class I felt like I was on the verge of death. My poor little car has even been broken by the cold. It wouldn't start yesterday and I even ventured outside earlier to try turning it on when it was "warmer". It's completely dead! I'm convinced that the gas in the tank is frozen solid.

Tell me truly, if your car looked like that, would you have faith in it starting? Ok mine doesn't look that bad, but I promise it's close. Words cannot describe how distraught I am about the whole situation. My spaceship, my prized possession, is trapped forever in a cocoon of ice and snow. What is a girl to do?

This is what it's supposed to look like. I can't even see what color my car is anymore. I need to go home to defrost the poor thing. Keep praying for me.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

This is ridiculous

Dear BYU-Idaho administration,
I, along with my fellow students, greatly appreciate all that you do to keep the roads free of snow around campus for safe driving. I sincerely mean that, especially someone like me who has an inimical relationship with the snow. My only query about your service is why you don't use the same care to clean or salt the sidewalks around campus. Such lack of attention to the sidewalks makes it horrifically hard to walk anymore, especially on a hill, and drenches the pants of any pedestrian with great amounts of brown sludge. The reason for this being that our sidewalks are heated, making the snow melt and combine with the dirt trod all over the place. This creates the horrible sludge that plagues the feet of all that are forced to walk through the campus in the cold. Whilst walking outside today, I had the privilege of feeling my ears freeze and almost dismember themselves from my head. I also had the pleasant opportunity of falling on my side and injuring both my pride and my ribs. Please see to it that this problem receives more consideration on behalf of all the students, and myself, that have been put in danger due to the neglect of the sidewalks on campus.
Sincerely Yours,
Elizabeth Skouson

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Sunday Sunday Sunday

What it is about Sunday that kills every motivation I have to do my homework and clean and do laundry and all of those other important things in my life? It is the same story every week. I get up way too early and venture out into the tundra to church, after church we all fall asleep for a few hours, and we wake up groggy and unwilling to do anything productive or meaningful. It's almost 8 and I am ready to go to bed already. Scratch that, I'm ready for my third nap. Bed will not be a reality until MUCH later. It must be the end of the semester, because we are all a little mentally fried. I don't know if I know one college student that isn't. It's the little things that have been getting me through the day lately. The random texts from Andrew that always say something along the lines of " I lovvve youuu" or " I missss youuu", the almost daily trips to Whore, Please, the reinstitution of our movie night traditions, walking into heated buildings for relief from the cold, naps, new music, you know... that sort of thing. I also have been doing my Christmas shopping lately so that has put me in a good mood too. Oh well, I have 12 days until I'm home again. I miss my family. But for now, I have much to do. I have a date with a Book of Mormon paper. This begins now. TTFN everybody.