Accepted

2 Brittney 25:23
     "For we labor diligently to write, to persuade our children, and also our brethren, to attend Brigham Young University, and to be reconciled unto learning, for we know that it is by the mighty Cougar that we are taught, after all we can do."

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I hope that wasn't sacrilidge... :P

How Statistics Complicated My Life

In Statistics, there is the phrase, "Association does not imply causation." It means that just because two things are related in effect does not mean that one is the cause of the other. However, this principle is quite possibly the most abused in the history of mathematics, logic, society, etc. It's a logical fallacy, even. And it drives me CRAZY.

You see it all the time.

Did you know that a mother's stress level affects her baby's gender?

And that getting less or more than exactly seven hours of sleep doubles your risk of heart attack or stroke?

Apparently not brushing your teeth puts you at risk for dimentia,
and Drinking too much soda will give you nervous disorders.
Oh, and did you know that women who receive Botox injections are less likely to be able to read facial expressions on other people?
And facebook can help you lose weight!!!!

No, really?

This is ridiculous.

I feel like no one outside of a high school statistics class understands the case in priniciple, and I think that the whole lot of them paparazzi and health journal editors should go take a stats class sometime. They need it. So while it's no secret that Statistics is my least favorite class, it has definitely educated me in how not to trust anything any doctor, journalist, or statistician tells me.

In a way I'm grateful. I will never be the victim of taking a statistic or medical study literally. But, then again, ignorance is bliss. Unfortunately I'm one Stats class too late for that.

Gosh, life is so complicated. :P

Incandescence

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What if...

...you woke up today

with only the things you thanked God for yesterday?

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Let's return to gratitude. :)

There are far more important things to be thankful for

than cute shoes

or cool gadgets.

<3

Family

Home

jobs

education

friends

the gospel

trials

joys

sorrows

gladness

repentence

forgiveness

love

Christ

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Right Now 2/11 1:31 p.m.

Today is a Saturday, and that was the first thing that made me happy today. :)

See, when I went to bed last night, I set my alarm for 6:04 and thought to myself, "uggghhhh I don't want to wake up tomorrow..." But then I realized, "hey, it's saturday tomorrow!" and I did a little happy dance and slept in until 9. :D That felt good, even if I had the most bizarre dreams after dozing for an extra hour. ;) (I have the weirdest dreams. Weirder than yours. Truth.) ;P

So I've been a little lazy this morning. Walking around in pajamas and unkempt hair, taking a looonngg shower while blasting my music, sitting in my room in a bathrobe just because I can... It's been a good day. :)

Also, this is me and Brevin.

We're special.

Well, that's all I have for now. :) Have a good day!

Journal Sofa Dreamer

Not to be confused with the Journals of a Dreamer.

Oh, boy, you make me laugh. :D

The "Kissy Face"

You know the one--that pose everybody has a picture of on their facebook, my space, instagram, twitter, etc.? Probably the most obnoxious, unattractive, photo cliche ever thought of by teenage girls (and some guys, in special cases). It goes something like this:

1. Pucker up
2. Make a peace sign with your fingers
3. (optional, but recommended) Take the picture in front of a mirror in such a way that you can see you, your kissy face, AND the camera

Can you picture it? Yeah, me too. Did you cringe a little bit? Good.

Just so we're clear... I will NEVER, ever, take a kissy face photo. I will never even MAKE the kissy face, and that's a promise to you. No, not just because of the cliche, not just because guys hate it and normal girls think it's weird. I will never make the kissy face because kissy looks bad on me. Seriously, whenever I pucker up, my whole chin and surrounding muscles crinkle, and it casts a shadow on my upper lip to make me look like a have a lady stache. Not cute. :P

Moral of the story? No one should have to witness the kissy face. Besides, there's a reason you're s'posed to close your eyes when you kiss.

Just saying. ;)