The Morning

By nature, I am a night owl. There is no possible way for me to even attempt to go to bed any earlier than 11PM, and even then, I crawl into bed and grab my phone because the middle of the night is my designated "YouTube time" where I watch all my vlogs that I subscribe to etc., etc. However, despite my late night shenanigans  I still set my alarm for Saturday mornings at 9AM. Without doing so, I just feel flat out legthargic and unproductive the entire day. Plus, I usually work Saturdays from 2-11PM and if I got up any later than that, I would feel like I didn't have a day at all.

That being said, this morning was like all others. I got up around 9ish and went about the usual routine, however, I found that this morning was so incredibly beautiful and mild that I just had to sit outside and eat my breakfast of Apple Spice bread from Great Harvest Bread Co.

As I sat there outside on my deck, enjoying the slight breeze and springtime sunshine and listening to the newly returned birds chirping away, I was contemplating my feelings and thinking of God sitting on that bench next to me. I am no good at praying, but I like to imagine Him sitting next to me and us just having a casual conversation like friends would. And as I sat there, I told Him that something didn't feel right; I was not completely content even though nothing at that moment could have been better.

And I realized that it was because of the face that nothing at the that moment could have been better that I was strangely discontent. But truly it was because of this that I had left "my first love, Jesus" (as my mother always says) by the wayside. I don't mean to be all "Christianese" and cliche, but it is funny how true that statement is sometimes. If God is enough to fill us up completely and eternally, if you're not content, then He must be missing.

Took this this morning with the lovely sunshine coming through the back door.

Long Time, No See

It's been a while, I know. But hey, I wouldn't blame you if you did not notice I was missing. I even forgot about this little blog here. But hopefully I'll use it more. I don't honestly know what this blog is supposed to be but I think I'll just use it as a random space for anything and everything about my life going forward.

Less than two months until graduation and my life is about to truly begin. What does that even mean? I shall chronicle my days through this blog, whether anyone reads it or not. This will be for me. Like a journal, but online and with out all the super juicy crap that no one wants to hear about and I don't want anyone to know. Don't get me wrong, you're welcome to read, please do! But I apologize for any lack of theme this blog may have or level of consistency, this is just me and my lovely life.

This will be my life in snapshots and idioms.

College Application Essay: Take 1

*** Note: The following is written entirely by me and unauthorized reproduction of this work is prohibited. Thank you. If you wish, leave a comment with your thoughts; I am not entirely sure I like this essay so input is welcomed. ***

My name is Kristina Lu and I know not.

            I have a passion for the world, for other countries. So often we forget that we are not the only people here. The world does not center on us. Everyday millions of people are living their lives in different cultures in different countries, speaking different languages. The world is not a mythological place. People are living in places immediately unknown to us, yet, they are just like us; maybe they are thinking the same thing right now, even. Perhaps someone in France is experiencing her first kiss right now, or somebody in Africa is playing a game of soccer with his buddies. Who really knows? So rarely we stop to think about these things.

            But we should. At every moment of every day, 7 billion people around the globe are living out their everyday lives just as you and I are right now. As a Christian, it is my belief that God is watching all of these people – understanding and loving each one. Although I know it to be inevitably impossible, I want to be able to love and know them all, too.

            As I sit here at my desk typing this essay in modest Longmont, Colorado, I cannot help but imagine where I will be in the next three, five, ten years! Perhaps I will be typing yet another essay or report, but instead I may be sitting en una plaza in Spain doing work for a class in which I am studying abroad or an international company I may be working for. Maybe I will be sitting in a lecture hall in one of the wonderful states of America enjoying a stimulating discussion with my peers and classmates. Once again, who knows? Only time will tell.

            And it could be that my dreams are farfetched and impractical, but that does not mean that they are not attainable. It would be my suggestion to all people who have faced this type of discouragement to respond with the question, “who knows?” The rhetoric is almost irrefutable for, truly, no one knows everything exclusively – only God does. And so, as we are indeed only humans, it then becomes the beauty of not knowing the future that makes aspirations desirable. It is like former representative Barbara Johnson once said, “For all of its uncertainty, we cannot flee the future.”

            Up to this point, I have written 403 words expressing this notion of content for uncertainty, desires, and longing to know about the world outside of the U.S.; however, I must admit, this is not a natural mindset for me. I am one of those people who need to know things, get things done. Uncertainty has the ability to tear me apart. But, in essence, all of this – my desires coupled with my thirst for knowledge and my passions, etc. – all contribute to a major growing process (which may or may never be finished). It is by being strong in my uncertainty and all of those “who-knows?-moments” that I believe I will continue to develop and know and aspire to more and more.

My name is Kristina Lu and I know not, but I look forward to the surprise.

Colloquial Diction and the Race for the House Cup

Alright, party people. Who else feels like this school year they are bound to shrivel up in an anti-social, black hole of dark nothing-ness? (yes, the redundancy is necessary)

Ooo! Ooo! Definitely me, I'm raising my hand, yeah this girl, right here!

What is this? Only the first week of school and already over ten hours of homework on a weekend?!?! Hellllooooo, junior year!

So this is basically me right now, avoiding my hauntingly consuming AP Language and Composition homework after putting in ten hours already, by blogging. Lame, right? I'm avoiding composition homework by writing...oh the irony... But hey, this is me venting and basically talking to a computer screen via a keyboard. Thus being, I'm allowed to get away with any grammatical errors and/or any speech that is highly colloquial (vocab word! Yes! 10 points to Ravenclaw! Or whatever house I'm in*....I'm a hobo according to some...just kidding).

But I guess it doesn't matter too much. I mean, I only get about a max of about 12 views per blog post I write anyways; half of them are probably just myself trying to see if it posted alright - I keep forgetting to turn off the setting that won't track my own views. Ha..ha...

Well this was greatly helpful. I hope you enjoyed my entirely pointless rant and use of poor diction (another 10 points! Take that Hufflepuff!)Ok. Bye.

* http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xl8aLDhbOuM&sns=em

Mission: (De)cap-accino

Your mission, comrades, if you choose to accept it, is to bring down the town's most popular coffee shop! The very shop that mocks my dream from the corner of Main and 4th Avenue. My dream of brewing up lattes and frappaccinos to the lovely, caffeine-addicted citizens of this fine town in my corner stop coffee shop filled and decorated with my knick-knacks and trinkets that I will have collected from around the world.

But YOU, my wonderful minions are my arms and legs. It is your help that I need to make this dream a reality! With the current shop gone, it will provide the glorious, long-awaited opportunity to create my own artistic, wi-fi hotspot in a prime, central location!

Upon acceptance of said mission, you will be outfitted with code names and be briefed on the coded-language based on terms in British slang (I.e. "brilliant," "smashing," "chap," "cheerio," "wicked," etc.

This processes may take years to complete but the future of its success rests in your hands! Now go! Bring down that establishment and all its robust goodness! We will stand superior to all other cafes! Indeed we will! We will rise!

Utah Trip Day Three: Sunday, July 3, 2011: Baby You're a Firework!

Boy, it has been a long time since we have been mountain biking! Two years? At least. We were quickly reminded how taxing and difficult the sport is and how the mountain is ultimately in control, not you. Thankfully, no one was seriously injured, just a few scrapes and bruises here and there, so that was" good news. Overall we had a really great time. We got a little muddy and were definitely tired by the end of it. :)

After biking we rested for a while before attending a free, outdoor concert being held on The Canyons property. We staked out a nice spot on a hill amongst the hundreds of people and enjoyed the R&B band crank out some fun tunes. While we were there I spotted this adorable baby girl wearing a loud red, white, and blue tu-tu. She looked like a little firework! Can you say Katy Perry?

Following the concert, was a firework display put on by the resort. We moved spots and were fortunate to find a wonderful grassy area for us to lie down on. They were shooting them off in a parking lot just below us so we had one of the best seats in the house. They truly did an amazing job. My mom described them as "The best fireworks she had ever seen," (outside of Disney World of course). They really were quite incredible. So this was our second night of fireworks in a row and we new we were going to see more the next night! It was a fantastic way to end the night and gear up for the Fourth the following day!

Utah Trip Day 2: Saturday, July 2, 2011

I realized that in my last post, I forgot to mention which part of Utah that we visit with our time share. Every other year we come to Park City - about 40 minutes East of Salt Lake City. The Utah Olympic Park and training facilities are located here and some of the events from the 2002 Salt Lake Winter Olympic games were held at this site, too. The terrain here is beautiful and our time share property sits at the base of one of the valley's many ski resorts (ours is The Canyons).

Today we kind of took it easy. We took our time in the morning with breakfast and the such and then headed up to the Olympic Park for a freestyle ski jumping show at one o'clock. You're probably thinking, "It's summer, how in the world are you going to watch ski jumping??" Hang on, though, because I am about to blow your mind. At this facility, they have special ski jumps that are coated with plastic hairs - like grass - and when wet, have very little traction and makes it ideal for skiing. But that only addresses half of the actual issue of summer jumping. Sure you could ski down, go off the jump and fly in the air, but what about the landing? There is not enough snow to make a runway! But check this out, they actually have a massive swimming pool for the jumpers to land in! At the bottom of the pool are pipes that, when cued, release tons of bubbles before the skier lands in the water. The purpose of this is to break the surface tension so that the athletes sink a little instead of hitting the hard surface of the water flat out (like a belly flop but from 50 feet in the air). The summer ski jumpers' attire included life vests and swim trunks/pants and a helmet. Not your typical skier, huh? They even had skis with large slits cut into them to make swimming with them on a little easier. Phew! Man, I am getting tired just thinking about it! But this arial show was truly spectacular! Hopefully I will put some videos of the show up on my Facebook or YouTube page some time next week.

After the ski jumping show, we rode the Xtreme Zipline - one of the many fun activities open to the public at the Park (for a price of course...). The zip line is supposedly the World's Steepest Zipline, running along side the K 120 ski jump hill and reaching up to 50 miles per hour! Needless to say, it was pretty fun :). Also at the park you can ride the bobsled on the actual Olympic track, ride an Alpine slide, or even learn to ski jump for real.

Afterwards, we hit up World Market for lunch and indulged ourselves in the most amazing free samples ever! You think Costco is good? This was ten times better. Samles included divine cheesecake, jalepeño jelly, goat cheese, etc. Can you say delicious?

We got back around four and were fortunate to find that our room accomedations had been fixed and we could move over then. Of course this made us happy, although Morgan was a little disappointed because they had told us if they could not get the issue resolved, they would place us in the Presidential Suite. We joked that we were going to rub it in that kid-from-the-elevator's face if it really happened, but alas, it did not. But now we have our spacious condo again and we love it.

Later that evening, we drove to Oakley, Utah for professional rodeo. Morgan was ecstatic for she LOVES horses. I, on the other hand, have never gotten into that scene due to my allergy to horses and hay, and because of that, I was a little bit afraid of attending. But we went anyways and it turned out to be pretty fun. In my opinion, the barrel racing and rodeo clowns were the best parts. I enjoyed the other events, but I always felt that it was unfair to the animals and I felt bad for them. Nonetheless, we all had a blast and all I did was sneeze a couple of times. At the end, there was a fantastic firework display and a great spirit amongst everyone in the crowd. :)