Saturday, July 30, 2011

The mandatory BYU meal card for all freshmen living on campus is bad.

Mostly because…..

ONE: It’s incredibly expensive.

TWO: It gave me no proper perception of the value of the dollar. In my mind I had an endless supply of money, and in a way I did… I struggled to use all the money left over on my card and no longer viewed it as money, but like a point system. I was always around 80-100 “points”.

THREE: The card, in fact, became my credit card. It was instinctive to pull out my student ID card when at the Movie Theater, mall or any other place. If they didn’t take dining plus, they didn’t get my service.

FOUR: I discovered how to use a vending machine=very dangerous.

FIVE: It has made for addictive habits. Upon arriving at BYU I was overwhelmed by the food selection. As I slowly discovered the new world of food on campus, my diet changed, in an I-need-my-daily-Twix-bar-before-noon-kind-of-way. I loved Twix bars. One time Stover Hall was all out of Twix bars, as was Taylor Hall, I finally found my candy of choice at David John. Later, Kelsie bought me an endless supply of Twix bars; she must have felt bad for my pathetic addiction... she’s so nice. Unfortunately, Twix bars weren’t the only things I came to love. The Skyroom was frequented by me/Andrew/Clayton. And the boy at the creamery ran out of things to say to me as I waited for numerous hard-shakes. Subways lines didn’t seem to bug me as long as I could get a six-inch turkey on wheat bread. And Smart Waters were scattered all over my room (Can I even claim being addicted to water? Maybe just consuming the bottles?)

SIX: Freshmen fifteen… or twenty… or twenty five……… ??? I understand. The meal cards made it all too easy; I don't know how it didn't happen.

SEVEN: It served as another excuse to not do my homework. When I wanted a break from homework Kelsie and I visited the creamery for a raspberry chocolate shake.

***The meal card became a crutch for me to depend. And now I’m in summer semester, and I’m missing this crutch in my life and am living a slightly less fattening life. Except for yesterday, when I needed a hard-shake.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

I've got it bad.

I have a semi back rub phobia, self diagnosed. And truly it's not really even a disease, because I just goggled it, and nothing of the sort was present… Instead, relationship advice and "social phobia" came up, and I don't quite see how those are related to my fear of sorts. But Skyler informed me that you get friends by giving people back rubs, so maybe there really is more of a connection than I thought. And maybe I have social phobia and maybe I'm weird. And maybe I'll eventually crack. But probably not. It's too hard for me.