Thisisrealife.

I'm sitting in my History 220 class right now.

I honestly learned more about

US History in 5th Grade.

We have an assignment due on Thursday

which requires us to

"look at the compromises that lead

to the Civil War," and then "come up with something

better, because those obviously didn't work."

Hard to say exactly how I feel about that.

But not really that hard.

Meanwhile, my crutching adventures are going well.

Today someone asked if I wanted his chair,

rather than sitting on the floor.

Then he asked if he could get me a pizza.

Train always does it.

Hey, theme song.

"It's clear to see that you're down to earth,

with a hold on what you're worth, like no other.

and I'd like to thank your mother for that.

I bet ya there's a line outside your door,

and it's a line I know for sure,

that you don't want from me,

like a hole in my head.

I want to be just you, just me.

no tricks, no show,

but I've got to let you know.

That I'm not waiting in line for you.

I'm not changing my mind for no one.

I'm not wasting my time.

I'm not waiting in line."

All of the lights.

"And above all, watch with glittering eyes

the whole world around you,

because the greatest secrets are

always hidden in the most unlikely places.

Those who don't believe in magic

will never find it."

--Roald Dahl.

What is going on?

This happened tonight:

Obviously it was the best choice I could have made.

Miles Batty is so impressive.

What an amazing race.

LOST is real life.

I love LOST.

An experience with a close friend of mine

has recently caused this particular scene

to replay over and over again in my head.

"Why do you find it so hard to believe?"

"Why do you find it so easy?"

"It's never been easy!"

Could this statement be any more true?

We go throughout life believing

in one thing or another,

and at some point, no matter what that thing is,

our devotion and faith to it will be tested.

Passion and love are things

that make life so wonderful,

but they are also the emotions

that make life so difficult.

If we did not love or care for anyone or anything,

decisions and burdens would bear no weight.

This is the beautiful irony of life.

Life isn't about what is easy,

but it is about love and passion and emotion.

It is about taking something that we love,

and fighting for it---and that has never been easy.

But so what, right?

Since when has anything good in life

come when you sit around

and wait for it to arrive?

Titles are dumb.

Hey, it's me. Taylor.

Just so you don't get confused,

I'm Taylor Berhow. Not Olson. Not Swift.

Easy to get us all mixed up, though.

Yesterday in my US History class,

we were creating a "soundtrack" for

the Revolutionary War.

(Like, I definitely did that in 5th grade.)

But anyway, we came to the battle that I had chosen

a song for: the Battle of Yorktown.

Clearly, I chose "Change" by T-Swift.

I told my friend, Hunter,

that if my song didn't get

chosen, I was going to drop the class.

I'm pretty sure he thought I was kidding.

He'll learn.

Rest assured, the class chose mine.

(Even over "Beat It," "I've Gotta Feeling,"

and "Never Say Never.")

My teacher cracked some smart comment

about how apparently even 12 year olds

can write good music.

As if Taylor Swift is 12.

Not even funny.

But this is coming from the same professor

who 2 weeks ago did not know

who Jimmer Fredette was.

Honestly? Is she kidding?

Does she live in a washing machine?

Turns out she wasn't kidding,

but her not knowing who

Jimmer is doesn't even make sense.

Anyway.

Life is good here in Elwood City, aka, Provo.

Lots of studying, facebook fasts

and whatever else college kids do these days.

But I've really been on a facebook fast.

Oh hi, it's Friday. I've been off facebook

for two whole weeks.

But yeah.

College-student blogs are the best.

Everyone is doing it,

and this has been a gr8 first post.

I'll probably go and not listen to a substitute TA

teach our Poly Sci lab about nothing now.

Bai.