Friday, February 6, 2015

for fun

Every time I meet a new person, specifically of the male variety, there's one question that I always dread:

"What do you do for fun?"

For whatever reason, this question gives me great anxiety because I have no idea how to answer it. I want to come off as this incredibly interesting person- unlike anyone you've ever met before! So original! So exotic!- but that would all be a lie.

Because, you see, the things I do for fun are incredibly average. But that's the thing- I have a lot of fun doing absolutely nothing.

If you want to catch Alyssa in the wild, you would most likely find her doing two things: a. Reading, or b. Watching TV. If I'm feeling really extreme, maybe you'll find me at 11:00 Bingo with a few friends (don't bring this up to my mom unless you want to have a whole debate on whether or not bingo is gambling. By the way, it's not. Hi mom!).

That's it! That's all she (I?) wrote! Aren't I so interesting and exotic and so very unlike anyone you've ever met?! How am I supposed to change the fact that I would rather watch a Real Housewives marathon than go hiking or restore furniture or make crafts?

A few months ago, one of my brother's mission companions came in town and I had to entertain him for the night. He was from Germany and had never been to Las Vegas before, so the pressure was on... and it didn't hurt that he was tall and handsome and had a very charming accent. You know how I feel about those type of guys.

Anyway, I think he was intrigued by a single LDS girl living in Las Vegas. I figured I should jump the gun and ask him the dreaded question, so I could by myself some time to think of a proper response. What do you do for fun, handsome European stranger?

You guys... he had so many cool answers to this question that it's not even funny. The best one was that he likes to go salsa dancing. Seriously?! This 6'5 skinny white guy goes salsa dancing! How am I supposed to compete with that?! I'm pretty sure I dodged the question when he asked it, most likely with my head hung in shame.

I just really like books. I just have a full DVR all the time that doesn't like to be neglected. Doesn't that count as a hobby?

Next time I'm gonna say that I enjoy entering high-stakes poker tournaments or base jumping. That'll be a hit for sure.

So yeah... what do you do for fun?

Friday, January 9, 2015

cafe and the girls

I just got back from a Cafe Rio lunch with some of my best girl friends. We frequently find ourselves at Cafe (as we so lovingly call it) in some combination, every week or so. Lately it's just me and Becca but once in awhile the stars will align and the whole crew will squeeze at a table and we'll all order the same things we've always ordered and for an hour, it's like time hasn't passed at all.

I was lucky enough to find most of my girlfriends in high school or before. They've known me since I had braces and couldn't quite tame my curly mane (can I tame my mane? That's up for debate). They've seen me cry over dumb boys and they've made me laugh till I cry, countless times. The 6 of us lived together in various combinations during our Provo years and those are some of my favorite times. They wore shirts with my face on them for my 20th birthday... only the best friends do that.

There's been 5 weddings and 3.5 kids and now we're separated by 3 states and hundreds of miles. Today it hit me that there were 2 babies with us this time and it felt like I'd time traveled or something. Aren't we still 20 years old, meeting up at cafe in between classes? Where did the babies and the husbands and the college degrees and real life jobs come from?

You would think this would make me sad, but it actually made me very very happy. My friends are still beautiful and accomplished and now they are wonderful mothers and spouses and that's so inspiring to me. I can't wait to follow in their footsteps.

But I'm also grateful that there will always be the 6 of us, and there will always be Cafe.




Monday, January 5, 2015

let's try this again.

Its been close to a year since I fired up the ol' blogger account. I thought I had hung up my blogging shoes for good this time... I didn't feel like I had anything interesting to say or any audience to say it to. Not that I need an audience, but a big part of writing something is having someone read it, no? As I was reflecting on my year, I realized that I missed documenting things. I wish I was a better journal writer, but that only happens about twice a year, unfortunately. I also really really like pictures but ain't nobody got time for scrapbooking these days. Blogging seems to be the best marriage between the two. So, without further adieu, welcome my latest and greatest attempt at bloggism. And yes, I did just made up the work bloggism.

Let's talk about 2014 for a hot second. If you were to check out my beginning of the year post, you would see that I dedicated 2014 to progress. I'm happy to say that I feel like I progressed quite a bit during the last year and I'm so much better off for it.

I finished both semesters on the Dean's List and got straight A's for this first time in my lengthy and legendary college career.

I completed my first Practicum with rave reviews and got to work at a school that I could only dream of working at when I'm an actual teacher.

I moved out of my parents house (!!!) and into my very own place. Yep, just me, all alone, and I couldn't love it more.

I went through the temple for the first time and started teaching Sunday School. One of those is a great thing, the other not so much.

I continued to work two jobs and go to school full time. This is probably a good explanation as to why my social life hasn't progressed much, but there's still time to work on that!

So this post has turned into one giant humblebrag... whoops! I'm just really proud of the giant leaps I've taken this last year and I needed to document that feeling for when I inevitably feel like a slacker and a total loser at some point. Bottom line: Progress is doable and life goes by really fast and as long as you are doing your absolute best, you will be just fine. Also, blog more.

xoxo