Here we are on another Thursday night, coming at you live from Hale 7 in Laie Hawaii. I'm currently putting off studying for an art history test, and completing an assignment for my economics class. I am living what they call the college dream.
As I write, my arms are screeching out in pain because I've done the one thing I thought I would have to stop because of my relocation to Hawaii.
Here I am, having a crossfitter as a roommate, thinking that all is lost and that I'll have another 3 months until I can get back in the gym. OH how wrong I was. Lindsey is an avid crossfitter, and she somehow got connected with a girl named Erica who lives up on the point off campus. Erica is also a crossfitter, and she also has a car. She got connected with Lindsey, and the rest is history.
A new box (fancy word for gym) opened up about 8 minutes away from us - CrossFit Ko'olau. It was opened about a month ago by this really swell guy named Micah. The gym space is quite small; it's the smallest box that I've ever been in. This isn't really a problem; there's not a lot of people that generally come. There are classes at very limited times; 5 am, 6 am, 8 am, 5 pm and 6 pm. See what I mean? We have the glorious privilege of waking up at the great time of 4:40 every morning to make it to the 5 o'clock class. This means that I'm in bed every night by 10:00, and taking naps at 7 in the morning.
Yeah, it's torture, and yes it's insanely early. But I wouldn't do it if I didn't believe that it was beneficial and enjoyable. Sure I wish I could sleep in for several more hours. But would I rather sleep and get fat or wake up a couple hours earlier and get healthy?
CrossFit is killer, and I frequently want to tear my limbs off so that they'll stop hurting completely. But it's worth it, because the payoff outweighs the cost.
Rant on Crossfit over.
These past several days have been a drag. Everything seems to be going in slow motion. The sun hasn't been out in 4 days, and it's been rainy and muggy. This brings sleepiness and grogginess throughout the whole day, and all anyone ever wants to do is sleep. Some of us may even sleep through classes that start at 9 in the morning...
There are tests to be taken, and there are tests that have been failed in the past couple days (just one, specifically. My book of mormon test was brutal, and I literally had no idea what was even going on. more on that when the wound has healed.) I'm even falling asleep as I write this. Holla.
Ward temple night was last night, and it was loads of fun. Our bishop is one of the nicest guys you'll ever meet, and he always makes things lots of fun. Our ward is really fun, and there's plenty of girls to start a small country. Apparently here at BYU, there's like a 4 or 5 ratio of girls to boys. Yeah. 5 girls to 1 boy.
Anyways, we went to the temple last night, and then I went with a friend again this afternoon. This temple is so so beautiful, and the people that work there are so so nice. I love this place. It really is  a blessed land.
I can't wait to move off campus. Next semester, I think that I'll for sure have to get outta here. There's just so much more to do and so much more freedom when you're not confined to your hale. But, that's another post for when I can come up with a supporting argument without falling asleep on my keyboard in the mean time.

Stay sweet and don't do drugs.
Queen Anne

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