5.16.2012

Missin' Them Missionaries

It's been a very mission-filled couple of days. Last Sunday was Andrew and Matt Woodruff's farewell. Yesterday, Tyler opened his mission call. He's going to the Baltic mission (Lithuania, Latvia, Estonia) speaking Estonian. Crazy! Then, today at work, I sent out five missionary letters. That's a record for me, people. I'm seriously bad at writing letters. Tonight, Davis opened his mission call. He's going to the Dallas, Texas mission, Spanish speaking. And, last but not least, this weekend I'm taking a little trip down to Arizona for Kyle's farewell. While I'm there, I'll miss about six other mission farewells of close friends.

Before I know it, they're all going to be gone. It didn't seem real until Tyler and Davis got their calls. Kyle's had his for so long that it hasn't been as much of a shock. But Tyler has been a best friend of mine since 8th grade and we've stuck together through thick and thin. Though we aren't constantly with each other as much now, I feel closer to him than I ever have. He leaves in October and it will be a huge transition. Davis has been one of my best friends, if not my best friend, since the very beginning of freshman year. The longest I have gone without seeing him since I met him was two and a half weeks, and that was after we moved out and lived in different cities. Because of the huge part he's been in my life this past year, it is honestly going to feel like I'm sending out a missionary on August 22nd (his birthday!). Definitely cried when he opened his call, but that can partially be because of the fact that he got emotional and then I just lost it.

There's something about missions that are like a slap of life in your face. It's just a small taste of what it's like for the rest of your life--people leaving and changing and things never being the same. It's unfortunate. And if it weren't the darn best thing for those young men to be doing, I would hate them. (Okay, let's be real... I do hate them as much as you possibly can while still loving them. I'm selfish, I know.)

There are so many things I want to play out when these boys get home. But two years is a long time. And I've just gotta start accepting that, I suppose.

Those things set aside, I could not be more proud of these boys. They're doing the Lord's work and making huge sacrifices that are really going to bless the lives of their friends and family for the rest of their life. Godspeed, Elders. See ya in two.

5.13.2012

P.S.

"Dear Holly,
I don't have much time. I don't mean literally, I mean you're out buying ice cream and you'll be home soon. But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn't to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp, you can take care of yourself without any help from me. It's to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful... literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you're sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you'll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I'm a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. You made my life, Holly. But I'm just one chapter in yours. There'll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don't be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends.
P.S. I will always love you."

I don't often cry in movies. But I cry in this movie every time. Why? I'm still not really sure. But it's a great one.

5.11.2012

But I Know That It's Hard

There are some things you need to hear in order to feel better about a situation.
Like "I'm sorry," and "I miss you."

(iwanttogobacktheresobadly.)

5.07.2012

Whoever He Is...

Whoever he is, he's going to keep holding my hand in public, even when we're old and have kids.
Whoever he is, he's going to talk with me about random things--deep things, religious things, funny things, normal things--until late into the night.
Whoever he is, he's going to slow dance with me in the living room to the cutest of love songs.
Whoever he is, he's going to have food fights with me in the kitchen.
Whoever he is, he's going to tease me, as much as I insist I don't want him to (because, secretly, I will want him to).
Whoever he is, he's going to lay out on the lawn with me in the summertime.
Whoever he is, he's going to honor his priesthood more than anyone you've ever met.
Whoever he is, he's going to be the best father any children could ask for.
Whoever he is, he's going to be goofy and silly the rest of his life.
Whoever he is, he's going to know what he wants in life, and have a plan to obtain it.
Whoever he is, he's going to snuggle with me when we watch movies.
Whoever he is, he's going to be the person who makes sense that I ended up with. I will have that "ah-ha!" moment where I realize that it was him all along.
Whoever he is, he's going to sing to me sweetly, even if he doesn't have that great of a voice.
Whoever he is, he's going to go stargazing with me anytime I want.
Whoever he is, he's going to camp in the backyard with me.
Whoever he is, he's going to go on long drives through the mountains with me.
Whoever he is, he's going to take me on spontaneous overnighters in cities nearby (but far enough for it to be getting away).
Whoever he is, he's going to get excited about little things like beautiful sunsets or catchy songs on the radio.
Whoever he is, he's going to be perfect.
Well, perfect for me.
"You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you've done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you're tired. You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and you're trying not to tell him that you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no roots exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for."

5.06.2012

It's Been A While

You may be wondering, "Why hasn't McKann posted in a while?" because I know that you all are constantly thinking about your favorite little blogger here.
The answer to this is simply that my life, as of late, has not been all that exciting.
I've been working... A LOT. I've been hanging out with random people (and by random I mean REALLY random. It's different every day). I've been sleeping when I can, and going to bed at normal, humane hours. I've been doing stuff for the Rooftop Concert Series--which was AWESOME on Friday, by the way! If you didn't go, you definitely missed out. I've been hanging out with Davis at his house (okay.. that was just yesterday. But I didn't want to ruin the "I've been" trend). And I've been enjoying nice weather, despite my horrible allergies.

I like living at home, for the most part. But I'm ready to meet new people again. I'm ready to leave some of this behind and experience new things. I suppose that will all come with patience.. Or something like that.

4.30.2012

What You Deserve

Today, I decided that it is time for me to let myself think a little more.
I made a place to put my secrets; my thoughts that I would never say out loud--not to anyone.
And, today, I gave myself permission to dream a little bit.

4.23.2012

New Adventures

In the past few days, I have been reminded that I have much to be grateful for.
Though I've been sad to leave Heritage Halls and all my friends at BYU for the summer, say goodbye to missionaries, and accept my fate of a summer full of working, I've found a lot of good in it. I have friends close enough to see them at least every once in a while. I get to go to a lot of farewells. It's beautiful outside. My parents pay for food. I get to hang out with my family. I can go up to the cabin sometimes. Shannon G., Sarah, and Shannon W. are all living here in the summer. AND... drum roll, please.... I got a second job!

Now, usually a second job would just be a necessary evil. But this job is something I TOTALLY lucked out with.

Starting tomorrow, I'm working at Justin Hackworth's office. I'll be doing standard office work like ordering things, making calls, scheduling things, running errands, going to the post office, etc. I'll also be there as an extra hand at some photoshoots and weddings. He's super willing to work with my job at Outdoors that I'll also be working at, which is nice. AND, he's really involved in the Rooftop Concert Series in the summer doing volunteer work. So, I'll get to be really involved in that as a volunteer as well. But it will be SO cool!

It couldn't be more perfect. I must be living right.

Along with that, this summer is going to be a lot of HOPEFULLY hanging out with friends from college that live within reasonable driving distance, lazy days in the sun, a few out of state trips for farewells, trying my hand at cooking every once in a while, hanging out in good old P-Town, and just soaking up the homework-free life.

4.18.2012

Freshman Year: A Zoobie's Guide to Survival

Freshman Year: A Zoobie’s Guide to Survival

Anything but typical, Brigham Young University and its unique inhabitants rest smack-dab in the middle of scenic Provo, Utah. Being a religious institution, there are many different reasons that you may have chosen to pursue higher education at BYU: pressure from youth leaders, your parents met on campus and your only hope at finding that one eternal companion is to attend this university, Jimmer Fredette, or the increasingly popular response that you’re “not really sure” why you chose Zoobieville as your future Alma mater. Whatever your justification, the fact of the matter is that you have chosen BYU and all of its quirks as your habitat for the next unknown amount of years. Fortunately, you are not forging the path first, or alone, and many wise, well-versed intellectuals have gone before you and can share their wealth of knowledge of how to get the most out of your Freshman year experience at Brigham Young University.

The first thing many unknowing freshmen focus their hardwired stress on is where they should live for their first year here. Though living off-campus is an option, freshmen are typically encouraged to live in the provided on-campus housing, of which there are three diverse options. The first, largest, and most typical college housing is Helaman Halls. These dormitory style buildings are gender-specific, house a couple hundred residents per building, are equipped with beds, sinks, desks, a community bathroom in each hall, and do not have kitchens; therefore, residents there are required to activate a meal plan where they can eat at the nearby Cannon Center: an all-you-can-eat buffet style cafeteria located in the center of Helaman Halls. If cooking isn’t your cup of tea, you enjoy being close to campus, and you typically consider yourself a quite social person, provided food and an interactive restroom scene may be the selling points for your decision to live in Helaman Halls.

The next option is to live in Heritage Halls. These apartment style buildings allow for nearly 75 residents total. Each apartment contains a kitchen, private bathroom, as well as the regular amenities. Closest to campus with a very welcoming feel, Heritage Halls is perfect for any of those looking to save a little money, stay in the social scene, and get the full living-on-your-own experience. (For details on this year’s addition of the New Heritage buildings—AKA Hogwarts—simply Google search “Park City Hotel Interior.”)

The last option is to live in Wyview Park. What used to be married and family housing is now freshman housing located just near Brigham’s Landing about 3 blocks North-East of campus. Rumor has it that the apartments there are fairly nice and new, and have comfortable couches. Unfortunately, the small number of residents and the extreme distance factor have made it nearly impossible to gain accurate information on the satisfaction rate of living there.

After you’ve sealed your fate with a $500 deposit fee and a quick roommate Facebook stalk, your next daunting task is to choose classes. Reality suggests that about %0.0078 of freshmen actually know what their major will be, and about half of that percentage will change their major from their predetermined one. Your safest bet is to take mostly General Education credits, one or two “exploration” classes, and hope and pray that your sleeping habits don’t reflect those of so many before you who slept through every American Heritage lecture and are retaking the devil’s course as a super senior. Sadly enough, even hoping and praying will not be enough to regulate your sleeping habits, and you’ll eventually come to terms with this.

Though these are very important decisions, the one question on every freshman’s mind is “who will I date?” If you are a young man planning to attend a semester or two before serving a mission, your expectations are big, but your options are limited. Ideally, you’d like to find “the one.” Whether in one of your classes, or your YSA ward, she’ll be there—radiant and glowing like you’ve always imagined—and she’ll immediately be in love with you. You’ll spend every possible moment together (within Honor Code hours, of course), and as your time nears its end, you’ll tell her you can’t live without her and, naturally, she’ll wait for you while you serve in some third-world country. When you get back, the engagement will come within a month and you’ll be married before you know it. Simple enough, right? Well, it would be, if the young ladies coming in didn’t have a different ideal way that their dating life will play out.

The young ladies will come in and, for the first time, the male gender isn’t interested in things below their standards. The boy-craziness gets crazier and perspective is about as broad as the clear blue sky. The one insignificant species that is unfortunate enough to not be included in this is the rare Premissionous Maleocculous, otherwise known as Pre-Mi’s. Dating one of those only leads to a few unfortunate things: 1. The “I’m just trying to focus on my mission” breakup talk, 2. The “We should break up before I leave” breakup talk, or 3. The “please put your life on hold for two years for me” agreement talk, none of which are appealing options to young ladies in a campus of 15,000 Return Missionaries looking for a steady relationship.

The take home message from these two scenarios? Freshman year will forever, and always, be horrible for dating. Exercise patience, go on fun dates, and hold out for sophomore year.

It’s undeniable that there are many quirks to the life one takes on when attending Brigham Young University. Luckily, you are not alone, there are counseling centers on campus for those who cannot handle it at times, and, like all other awkward and strange things, this too shall pass.

4.15.2012

Good Morning

I have met some awesome people in college. But these guys are some of my very favorite. :)

GO WATCH IT.

Click it. You know you wanna.