After not blogging for a while, it's time to dive back in again! So, we will start with my weekend. Friday night consisted of me working (yeah, that's a really lovely way to spend your Friday night), and work ended with me crying and going home to watch Gilmore Girls in my room. Good night.

Saturday was somewhat better. This weekend was our homecoming so as a ballroom dance company we had to dance in the parade. We danced and then sprinted, and then danced and then sprinted. All while wearing black shirts and trying to smile and breathe so we didn't pass out. haha No one passed out, so I think we did well! After the parade, Alli and I came home and watched Gilmore Girls and took a nap. It was needed after the long, hot day. Then, at 10:30 at night we left with a bunch of our friend for St. George to find a really cool cave. After wandering around a dark field for a while, we found our destination and had to jump off ledges and climb through tiny spaces to get into the room of the cave that we wanted, but it was all worth it! After arriving in this room we cut open glow sticks and spread the stuff inside all over the walls and floor of the cave and ourselves. (Just for anyone who was wondering...if that stuff gets in your mouth your lips turn numb for a really long time. Not that I would know or anything.) Anyway...we then played hide n' go seek in the cave which was so fun because everyone looks like a rock! Yeah...it's definitely the coolest thing in Cedar.

Sunday, Alli and I went to church and then I was scheduled to work (I HATE working Sundays), but Alli is amazing and she took part of my shift so that neither of us would have to work a full shift.

Now I'm just trying to study for my huge advanced calc test on Wednesday. We asked our professor what would happen if we failed the test and he responded that none of us would fail. (I'm not sure why he thinks that because we all currently have a C or below in his class.) So yeah...crossing my fingers that I don't fail. If I don't I will definitely write a good, long proof about it later!

For the last few semesters all I have taken is education classes and lots of math. This semester, the only classes I have are upper-division math classes. It is only the third week of school and I'm just about ready to die. Everyday I come out of my Advanced Calculus class wanting to cry and asking myself why I picked this major. That class is HORRIBLE. There are no numbers, just proofs. I have taken classes like that before, but this is a whole new level of hard. I don't understand a word the professor says and I'm so lost that I wouldn't even know how to ask a question. Everyone in the class feels that way, which does give me some comfort. After attempting to do the homework tonight I was asking myself why I put myself through such agony. Then I remembered how much I love math. I love the feeling after I have solved a difficult math problem or finished a long, complicated proof. I love the way math makes me think and the reasoning behind it. I love having nerdy math discussions with my family when we all get together and actually being able to understand and keep up with them. So I guess even though I hate this particular math class and the horrible proofs that come with it, I have to just suck it up and take it because it will be worth it in the end.

One of my favorite meals from home is tacos. Every time I go home, my mom asks me what I want to eat and my first reply is always tacos. My Dad's tacos are honestly the best tacos I have ever had and I wish that I could make them too, but all of my attempts have failed. A few weeks ago, Jose and I tried to make them, but the tortillas were wrong so they just were not the same (and then Jose spilled oil all over our porch haha). Thankfully, I have a roommate who is just as taco-obsessed as I am and I would say we make taco runs at least 3 times a week. We have a "taco jar" that we put our change into so that whenever we crave them we can go get them. We have been known to go to Del Taco at 2am just to get tacos. Yesterday, we got tacos on our break at Lin's and it made the whole day better. Tacos are therapeutic food. So if you are ever having a bad day, just remember to turn to the tacos...they will make everything better!

This weekend at work was not a good one. Working as a checker in a grocery store you learn to deal with lots of people. However, after messing up more in two days than in the other four months I have worked there combined and dealing with the guy who was so high on drugs that he literally couldn't move, and of course there is always national if you don't speak English, go through Karen's line day (I was yelled at in THREE languages), dealing with people can get a little old. This was also not a good weekend in other respects which we won't even go into right now.

So, this morning Jose and I had a "homework party" aka Karen gets mad about her math and Jose gets mad about his useless assignments, and after the homework party was over we decided we needed something to cheer us up before we both had to go to work. We decided to learn the dance Bleeding Love from SYTYCD. (For those of you that didn't watch SYTYCD, bleeding love along with many other dances from the season must be watched...go to youtube, you won't be sorry). Anyway, we learned the whole dance and after getting it down and doing it together several times we both went to work in very good moods. The next dance we are learning is No Air, and I'm way excited!! It's so fun to make a fool out of myself with my best friend!

On another happy note...Alli came back from Sandy today, so now I have my roomie and other best friend back in Cedar with me. Yay for my two best friends!!

I am so excited because tryouts for ballroom are on Thursday! After taking the summer off of dance I'm dying to dance again. The beginning of ballroom also means the beginning of endless practices, late nights making posters, phone calls from Mark Baker at all hours of the night, living in the EB, having disgusting dancer feet, and basically my life being taken over by the ballroom dance company. And yet, even with all of this, I absolutely love it and cannot wait for it to start. Because I have been dancing since I was five, it is kind of a part of me. I don't do well in other things when I'm not dancing. Dance (of any kind) keeps me going and motivated. If I had to only go to school and work and not dance at all I don't know how I would survive. I'm SO SO excited to dance again!!!