Hot spot?

I'm in Provo, Utah. I guess that statement itself could be an entire post, then again maybe I'm just being a little too harsh on good ol' Provo. In all sincerity what did the city ever do to me? Obviously, BYU is within it's city limits (the reason for leaving sunny, Tempe) and sure it's not exactly in 'prime' location for anything that could be coined 'exciting' or 'original' in fact I'd venture to say that Provo happens to be the exact opposite. While submerged into this cultural marinade Provo has become what it's inhabitants are, cultural cavilers. (I was going to say coo-coos but really, is it necessary to bash them further? it's really unwarranted) As odd as it may sound (or read..?) I do not HATE Provo, on the contrary...I dislike the absentminded culture that engulfs it. I can say, without reservation, that I'd most certainly never pick Provo as my residence (if it weren't for school) but I can see (dimly, and with slighted eyes-tilting my head sideways for emphasis of an exaggerated attempt to see what's in front of me) why someone(s) might choose to live here, in Provo that is.

After having an entire week, on campus, and now a second one almost completely under my belt I can honestly say that I am glad I came to BYU [I'm as shocked to type it as you are to read it]. The population is predictable, and so are the teachers...well, save one-I'm reading Twilight in my English Criticism class. TWILIGHT. Totally unexpected, and dare I say unacceptable, yet we're reading it and writing a research paper on it. There's NO room for jesting in this post, especially now. I'm completely serious when I say that my teacher has spent the last two weeks talking about the saga that is Twilight [you know, the one that has swept up the Mormon nation like brand new, never before used Dyson vacuum and it's lusty owner-anxious and eager to rid her floor of the dirt that no ordinary vacuum could have swallowed]...okay, so maybe I'm over-exaggerating, just a hair. But in all seriousness, a university classroom (for English majors) is no place for the book of Twilight, only at BYU would this be viewed as 'normal' and 'acceptable.'

In other news, I made dinner on Sunday! Yup! That's right, I cooked-cleaned-entertained and sent NOT ONE soul to the hospital! I'd say it was a memorable occasion and one to be thrilled about, because I am. Lasagna was the main dish, followed by a caesar salad and a wonderfully crafted apple crisp [that I did not make]. I'll admit I've dabbled in the salad department before (I might even say that I could go on to work at such fine establishments as salad works and paradise bakery the way I handle lettuce, but I might be saying a little much...) It was however, my first attempt at even looking at a lasagna recipe, let alone making it. Everything (except the noodles) I made from scratch. The sauce, the cheese filling, the seasonings-I did it all. It actually was GOOD! Not even boasting to brag, for the heck of it, this is legit boasting; deserved if you will. [and I will] My friends enjoyed it, and I won't modestly act as though I didn't enjoy every second of their affectionate praise (because I did) but I was surprised that the words 'WOW' "Jenn this is awesome, you really did a great job" 'from scratch?!' "and you said you couldn't cook" and 'flippin awesome!' were not only ALL directed at me, but directed at the food I had produced, incredible!

Now I get to craft an entire meal, weekly and I'm looking forward-with enthusiasm (I might add, so I did) that I will not only get to prepare a meal for friends, but enjoy it with them as well. Sundays are indeed happy days!