halloween 2011.

So here's some insight into my life.


MA and I were walking home from the library Thursday night and it just so happened to be that time of month when every girl receives a monthly gift from her Aunt Flo.  We were talking about various problems that generally come with this gift (quite loudly, might I add.... sometimes we forget that we're not at home) when a boy walked right past us.  We looked at each other and just burst into giggles like twelve-year-old girls when he turned around and said, "Yep, I heard it!"  I expected him to just keep walking but he waited for us and we then proceeded to walk all the way down the ramp having a typical conversation.  And here's the best part: when we got to the bottom, he asked for our numbers and invited us to hang out with him and some friends the next night.  I don't think I have ever laughed so hard at such an awkward meeting.


In other news: we ran in the Provo Monster Mile & 5K on Saturday morning as Harry Potter and Hedwig.  We didn't win the costume contest (not that I'm bitter or anything...) but it was still fun.  

the burg.

"Idaho."
"Yes, you da ho."

"Michael-Ann, what was it that you said the other day that had me rolling on the floor laughing?"
"Rofling, perhaps?"

I think these two quotes accurately describe my weekend trip to Rexburg.  It was fun to be back with the whole family (and by "whole family" I mean the five people I toured all of Spain with).  The trip up and  back were just like old times--David and Michael-Ann driving each other crazy and Laura and I singing along to the tunes.  Oh and don't forget our family dinner: taste testing everyone's meals, struggling to split the check, and just enjoying each others company.

The whole weekend was pretty much just a fun excuse to hang out with each other and reminisce about our fun days traveling Europe.

Basically, I can't think of anything to blog about right now.  Except that I went to my first haunted maze this weekend (thank you Laura for holding my hand the entire time).  I was scared out of my wits.  I actually shed a tear when we got separated from Kailie and David.  And I almost peed my pants several times.  But it was definitely fun and got me in the Halloween spirit.

And I think I decided Idaho is actually a pretty nice place.  I mean, I would never live there and I'm glad I chose Provo over Rexburg (it's way too cold up there), but I actually kind of liked it.  I would go back to visit Kales.

my first encounter with the cops.

Picture this: it's raining outside, I'm walking up from the parking garage with my roommate (Michael-Ann, of course...see previous post) with a huge pile of clothes in my arms.  I walk up to my door to see a policewoman standing there.

Policewoman: Is this your apartment?

Me: Yes..

Her: I'm looking for a Luisa Chil.

Me: (heart drops to stomach) That would be me.

Her: The laptop you are currently in possession of is stolen property.

Me: (about to vomit) Um...what?

She went on to explain (quite menacingly) that my laptop had been stolen in 2008 and, because I took it to the bookstore to get fixed, Apple contacted the owner who then called the police who traced it back to me.

I explained to her that my mom had bought the computer for me from my sister before I left for Spain.  She kept asking me how my sister got the computer but I didn't know so finally I just asked if I could call her.  I've never dealt with a police officer before so I had no idea what was okay and what was going to get me in trouble.  I called my sister and got my brother-in-law.  He answered the phone and all I said was, "Sonny, there's a police officer at my apartment saying my computer was stolen..." and that's about when the tears came and I ended with, "I don't know what to do, please help me!"  I explained the situation to him and then just relinquished the phone so that he could explain to the officer that he bought the computer from Craigslist three years ago.

Anyway, I guess the officer finally came to the conclusion that we were both innocent, (as I am sitting in the zebra chair, crying) so she called the "victim" (personally, I think I am more the victim than this lady was), and told me I have until Wednesday to clear the computer and take it to the police station.  Oh, and might I add, I need a laptop for all of my classes (except this one...thanks Shayne!) so my dearest mother has just shipped her laptop to me express to get it by Wednesday.

I don't think I have ever experienced anything so scary as having a police officer at my door looking for me.  Needless to say, it's been a rough day.  But hey, at least I have something good to blog about this week.

meet MA Oslund

I don't like blogging.

So I have this new roomie.  Her name is Michael-Ann (boy's name, right?).  We have bought Dran-O three times in the last two weeks.  I don't sit on our floor anymore (she has really long hair).  She likes to do things on the internet under my name.  She says ROFL.  Her voice can reach decibel levels never before reached by mankind.  She has a smart mouth.

But she makes me cookies.  And meatball rolls (I know they sound gross, but I swear they're delicious).  By the way, meatball rolls consist of frozen meatballs and frozen rolls.  She can't cook.  And she almost just died in our room.  She is an amazing singer.  Her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.

We've crossed the Atlantic ocean together.  And we've jumped out of a plane together.

Roomies para siempre.

   

the watter bottle.

This is an obituary for my old water bottle (may it rest in peace).

At the beginning of sophomore year, I went to Target in search of a water bottle.  After researching all my options, I chose a stainless steel bottle with a greenish tint, flowers on the outside, and a red lid that popped open with the click of a button.

May you rest in peace.

That water bottle has been with me through thick and thin.  It endured all of fall semester with me, chose to go on a study abroad with me, and traveled all through Spain, Portugal, France, Italy, and England with me.  I used that water bottle all summer.  It was perfect.  I never spilled when I was drinking from it (unless I was laughing).  It always kept my water nice and cold even after being in a hot car for a long time.  I love that water bottle.

And now I take you back to that fateful day: August 6, 2011, in the Atlanta airport.  I had accidentally left a tablespoon of water in my water bottle but failed to realize so until I went through security and they told me I had two options: empty the water bottle and go back through or throw it away.  Obviously, I wasn't going to throw away such a prized possession, so I went back, emptied the bottle, and proceeded through security.  I put the water bottle back in my backpack that was about to burst open because it was so full.  I got on the tram and headed toward my gate then headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face (it was like six in the morning).  As I reached back to take a drink of water, my beloved water bottle was nowhere to be found.  I searched the whole bathroom and then backtracked all the way to the tram and found nothing.  I started panicking a little bit and tried to think if I had heard it fall out.  Nothing.  My precious water bottle that had been with me through so much was lost forever.  I almost cried.

Creating new memories with the Camelbak.

Anyway, I have since purchased a new water bottle that I am satisfied with.  It's a purple camelbak--BPA free.  But nothing will ever quite compare to the experiences I shared with that perfect first water bottle.

because it's an assignment.

I keep procrastinating writing on my blog and it's becoming a problem.  The truth is, I just can't think of anything to write.  My life hasn't been too interesting lately.

My roommate has been out of town all weekend.

BYU lost the game (miserably).

I thoroughly embarrassed myself in front of my entire class.

I have done little to no homework this weekend.

I just really want to move to Peru and escape the awful winter that is soon coming.

My parents have bought their tickets to come for Christmas.

But overall, I am happy.

I was reading the Ensign today and came across an excellent article about missionary work.  It inspired me.  My favorite part was this quote by President Thomas S. Monson:

"Some of you may be shy by nature or consider yourselves inadequate to respond affirmatively to the call to serve.  Remember that this is the Lord's work, and when we are on the Lord's errand, we are entitled to the Lord's help.  The Lord will shape the back to bear the burden placed upon it."

Happy Sunday!

decisions, decisions.

As most of you already know, I just got back from a study abroad in Spain this April.  I had the best semester of my life this past winter living in Spain and traveling to France, Portugal, Italy, and England.  I came back to Provo grudgingly but prepared to take on the next two years in Provo until I graduate and am home free.

But after visiting with my director from Spain the other day, I may have revamped my life plan yet again.

First of all, I decided that I think I want to go on to get an MPA.  I had never even considered graduate school before now.  I just wanted to get my Bachelor's degree and be done with school forever.  But then I realized that I will still be young when I graduate so why not keep trying to get as much education as I can?  Plus, I don't really know how to live my life without school, so I kind of want to prolong it as long as I can.  And on top of all that, an MPA will help me take my business degree and channel it toward something more productive than looking good on a financial statement.

The second thing I discovered is BYU's student exchange program.  The Marriott School has a program through which you directly enroll in a business school in a different country and live there for a semester or two.  And here's the best part - the only extra costs are for airfare and visas.  Aside from that, I just have to pay BYU tuition, food, and housing.  So, needless to say, I have been unable to focus on my classes this week because all I can think about is moving to my grandparents' house in Peru or creating a whole new life for myself in Portugal.  I really just don't think I was ever meant to stay in one place for too long.  But if it means I get to live in a different country again, I think I'll take it.