I'm a Zoobie! ...Whatever the heck that is.

Okay so the vast majority of you know that I'm currently attending BYU in Provo, Utah. I've never experienced a love-hate relationship so strongly before in my life. BYU is awesome. I couldn't ask to go to a better school. But what the crap- this is so hard! I went from being a A-student in high school, to being excited to get a C on a test. How come nobody told me it would be like this?!* So somehow, college is simultaneously the absolute best and worst thing at the same time.

*A whole lot of people told me it would be like this. I just refused to believe them

Here is the one thing no one has EVER been able to tell me, though:
What the dang heckie is a Zoobie?

For those of you who are unaware: A zoobie is a name for a BYU student. Maybe just a female student. I'm not sure. I just know that people refer to me as a zoobie sometimes. I can't figure it out, and I'm fairly certain I never will.

But that's besides the point.*
* There's never actually a point, if you haven't figured that out already. 

Here's the real deal at BYU:
Boys. (or girls. Whatever floats your boat I guess.)
Or so I'm lead to believe. Honestly, for a school so dead set on abstinence and all that biznaz, guys and girls sure as heck are obsessed with each other, and I don't quite get it. It's like there's something seriously wrong with you if you're not seriously dating someone/engaged/married by the time your 21. It's such a big part of the culture that I sometimes catch myself thinking things like: "Gee, I sure hope I get proposed to this year!" Or, "Wowza, I'd sure like to marry that boy!", or sometimes even: "Golly, look at that baby. I'm totally ready to be a mom." AND I'M ONLY 19 YEARS, 4 MONTHS, AND 9 DAYS OLD. And if you're not either married or engaged, you're obviously getting ready to serve a mission. Clearly, that's the only option. Here's a typical first meeting between me and someone else at BYU:

Me: Hey, I'm Jenna! Nice to meet you!
Other Person: My name is Other Person! So, how old are you?
Me: I turned 19 in June.
OP: So do you have a mission call?
Me: Nope.
OP: Oh, are you working on your papers?
Me: Nah.
OP: Oh, so you're engaged?
Me: Nope. Single as a Pringle*.
OP: Oh. Uh. Well. Goodbye.

Now not only is there something wrong with me for not being married at the ripe old age of 19, but there's clearly somethings extremely wrong with me for getting spiritual confirmation that I'm not supposed to serve a mission at the moment.

*I say this a lot, but Pringles are actually not single. At all. Weird. 


So, welcome to the life of a single, non-missionary Zoobie just trying to figure out how to live, and maybe graduate somewhere along the way.

Hang on tight, kiddos.


Also, I pinky promise that I'm not going to be one of those posting every day/multiple times a day people. I'm not that vain or obnoxious*

*I am pretty vain. Also I'm pretty obnoxious. Just not THAT vain or obnoxious.

It's-it's-it's baaaaaack

The blog is back, twerps!

As we all know*, I'm the worst journal-er on the planet. Awful. Terrible. But I'm always thinking to myself, "Self, if you don't start keeping a record of your life, your future grandchildren aren't going to have the privilege of knowing about your life!" And then I think, "Maybe that's a good thing..."
*You probably actually don't know that, unless you stalk me and try to read my rarely-written-in journal

So, anyway, I'm starting this baby up for a couple reasons:
1. I'm also terrible at keeping in touch with people/responding to people who reach out to me. So lookie here and read all about my life.
2. Posterity deserves to know about this. Maybe they'll find solace in knowing that their great-whatever-grandmother Jenna Michelle was a freakin' weirdo.
3. In my Doctrine & Covenants class, we had to pick a doctrine to study for the semester, somehow keep a log of applying that doctrine to our lives, and then make a physical product of it. I'm hoping this blog can count as my log and physical product.

So, what's the project, Jenna?
Well, the doctrine I picked was Love. Specifically, Godly Love and how we can have it for other people. Like many others, I tend to be very secretly judgmental. Or maybe not secretly. Whatever. But I have a habit of getting really annoyed with people for very little reason, and I don't often just give second chances. That's what I'm trying to change. I've been making a conscious effort to find the good in all people- to attempt to see them as God does, and love them as He would.
So, people of the internet, with you as my witness, I vow to be more loving of all people from this day forward. Even the guy sitting next to me, who is playing his music really loudly. I love him, because I'm sure I've been the person with my music too loud many, many times. But I love him mostly because if I try hard enough, I can begin see him through God's eyes, and he is a wonderful and eternal being, with incredible and unimaginable divine potential.

So people, I am officially declaring Wednesday, as of October 30, 2013, as Loveday*.
Get pumped, people.

*I mean, I guess every day should really be Loveday. But you know, I'm just gonna blog about it on Wednesdays. Love people every day and stuff. That's a good thing.