Good intentions are like noisy children at a concert . . . And smart people are like . . . awkward.

Since we're doing similes (memories are like doves) I thought I'd throw in my favorite:

Good intentions are like noisy children at a concert; they should be carried out promptly.

It seems like I am the worst at carrying out good intentions. I intend to call one of my old friends, or I intend to get some work done around the house (I'm too busy at school most of the time). But they're not nearly prompt enough.

On a similar note I'd like to ask the opinions of the blessed people that read this. In my recent and ongoing battle with Physics 105 this semester, I have developed a theory. It is a theory that is also perhaps an excuse for my lack of intelligence in certain advanced areas. Yet it is a plausible theory. The theorem is this: How smart you are in the sciences is inversely proportional to how smart you are in the social scene . . . okay that's a joke. So in English, IF YOU'RE A SCIENCE WHIZ, YOU'RE AWKWARD. I say this because my Chemistry professors were weird guys. Good guys, but weird. I really thought highly of this one professor, and I spoke with him often (because my grade was suffering often). And when I see him around campus and say "Hi Dr. so and so," it's like I told him he had a booger hanging out of his nose with the "Oh, hi . . ." response. Bless his heart he just doesn't know how to deal with people. Phases of matter he's fine with, but talking to me is a tough deal. One might think that he just doesn't like me, but my other professor was the same way. Maybe they're smart too because chatting is a waste of time when you could be splitting atoms. It's weird too because the kids that ace the class are usually the strange kids too.

Oh well. It's just an interesting thing to me. I know that tough subjects can be mastered by anyone that applies themselves. Unfortunately, I'm too distracted and confused by these phenomena that I can't always focus. I'll get over it.

And to conclude, that's one of my good intentions. I intend to study physics for hours on end. Okay I'm being sarcastic there. I really do intend to study physics for 2 hours every day, but somehow my time is needed in other places at any given moment. So I hope I can do as Kristin's dad, Colin, says to do and write my textbook. Copy my notes from class into a notebook and translate the heavy readings from the course textbook. That way, I'll master the material.

I intend to ace all of my classes . . .

Buns In The Oven (Take Two)

You know how I said that people keep asking if I'm pregnant. Well if they asked now, they'd be right. Jaren and I have a little bun in the oven and we're very excited. I am due Friday, May 8th, so wish me luck! To keep track of my baby's development, check out this site: http://kidshealth.org/parent/pregnancy_calendar/pregnancy_calendar_intro.html. Currently, I am on week 4. If you want to know which week I'm on in the future, I'll probably know, so you can call or email me.

Memories Are Like Doves

Ever since his mission, Jaren has been searching for Dove body wash in Calming Night. A couple weeks ago, he finally found it at Big Lots. I opened the lid and took in a whiff. I didn't recognize anything. However, when I used it later that day, an overwhelming feeling washed over me: I know I have smelled this scent often in my childhood, but I can't remember where or why ( I know mom wouldn't have bought the body wash since this was $3 for a smallish bottle). If any of you (my family, or anyone else I guess) could help me, I would greatly appreciate it. The only catch is that you have to buy and use the body wash to be able to properly smell it. Thanks!

P.S. I know the bottle says, "calming scent of sandalwood" on it, but I hate the scent of sandalwood, so it must be something else.