Stresssssed

I think its funny when my friends try to run marathons.

Not to mention they run the Utah Valley Half Marathon the weekend before finals and the weekend before school ends. They were stressed to the max.

In order to run the marathon they had to wake up at 3 a.m to take the busses to take them up to Provo Canyon. They were stressed and anxious about running the race, finishing school, taking exams, and preparing for finals.

So they wouldn't have to wake up in the wee morning dark hours, I told them I would drive them up to the canyon in the morning so they wouldn't have to ride the public transportation. I woke up at 5 a.m. and drove them up the canyon and helped them prepare mentally for the marathon.

It wasn't a big deal, but they were pretty stressed. They were stressed about running their little feet to the finish line and waking up early to hop on the bus was just another thing they were worried about. By driving them up the canyon, they could sleep in and dream of sugarplums or water or medals. Whatever marathoners dream of.

Port of Passage

Chelita stole my passport...again.

I am supposed to leave the county to travel the world in fifteen days. That will only be happening if my passport returns to my hands. The poor little bugger has been all over the place, lost, in tornadoes, and lost again. I hope the little guy is alright.

BYU stole my passport for four months. I had to convince them to give it back to me. After hours and days of struggling in the offices of administrators I finally retrieved it. I went to Mexico; I came back and had to give the passport back to BYU. I guess they like babysitting or something. Who knows?

Then it was sent to India and given back to me with my visa. I then had to send it to the Chinese Embassy to get a visa. I sent it weeks ago and it still hasn't been returned. I guess it will show up eventually or else I guess I won't be traveling the world after all.

Maybe I'll just travel around Provo instead.

Buy U a Drank

Thursday evening I was picking up one of my friends before our three hour night class that always seems to last a lifetime.

Before class I decided to come prepared with snacks to help pass time. I bought some drinks, cookies, fruit snacks, you know the usual healthy things.

As I pulled into the parking lot next to her apartment complex I noticed a young mother and her son. They looked like they were in distress and I soon realized when the mother and young boy quietly approached my car.

She asked if she could use my phone because they were supposed to meet someone and it had been a while. I handed her my phone and as I waited for my friend to come outside the young boy clinched onto my car.

I felt bad for the young family and it was hot outside so I handed the boy a gatorade I had purchased for class. The mom quickly returned and thanked me. Feeling sympathy for the family who had been waiting in the summer heat, I handed the mother and son my treats. At first they resisted and didn't know what to say, but they eventually accepted.

It felt good helping them.