A birthday wishlist:

Lotion for Bath & Body Works


A "lapdesk". An ingenious contraption that lets you do homework in bed. I've seen them in lots of Office stores.


Jewelry from Forever 21. I am most often lusting after Mallory and Ham's accessories, so I trust their judgement.


Only because I'm addicted to this stuff.

Excitement.

In August, Lindsey, Rachel and I will be moving in together. This is what our living room wall will look like. (Minus the Beatles poster that will also be joining them)




Black & white to suit our sophistication. Hot men to please our eyes. Our apartment is going to be real cute. We'll make Sunday dinners together and play card games late into the night. I'm soooooo excited.

Spring Break 2011: Going to be Legendary.

My plans for this Spring Break are pretty short and mostly vague. All I know is WE WILL PARTY.

First on this week's agenda: Road trip to the wonderful Huntington Beach, California. We don't really have any game plan at all. We just want to see that beach. We will live in our swim suits and eat PB & Js for a few days and sleep where we fall. You call it homeless, we call it free.



Next up: Party with the Ace Gang in the new stomping grounds- Saint George. We will cave and play Mariokart and stay up all night laughing and probably go to Cafe Rio. I'm so very excited.



After we tire of St. Geezy, we will caravan to the all too infamous Las Vegas. Why? I'm not sure. Because that's what teenagers do for Spring Break. We will shop and walk and probably sneak into some hotel pools and most likely get into trouble with more than one establishment. But we will have fun.



This Spring Break is long over due if you ask me. Physiology is frying my brain- my skin needs to fry instead and I will not think about school. It's time to party with the ladies- men are so overrated. This is going to be the craziest Spring Break ever.

Hometown Glory

Hello friends. I didn't mean to abandon you, but I have had quite the busy last couple weeks. And not the sort of busy that is worth documenting. Just school school school.

For the time being Lindsey and myself are back in the stomping grounds. We came back to visit the kids and see our pal Ke$ha. She was great. Most definitely the most insane concert I will ever go to and definitely the weirdest crowd of people I will ever be in. She was just as charming as we anticipated.



We are still finding glitter in odd crevices and probably will be for a while.
So much glitter.

Yet another farewell and a trip to Cafe Rio made this trip complete. I couldn't leave without those. I'm not ready to go back to college! Essays and cadavers and exams have lost my interest. I have thoroughly missed the late night dance parties and knowing people you pass on the streets. I cannot wait for spring break and also the summertime when I can come back and reside in this lovely town and stay up all night with my Ace Gang. Those will be the days.

Until then I will conquer my freshman year of college. And believe me, I will rock it. Party school? Nah. Dixie's been good to us. Lindsey and I have managed to do the impossible- make friends that are boys. Do you remember watching the Lizzie Mcguire show and thinking 'That does not happen. Friends that are guys? No. But we've done it! Atleast once a week we hang out with our guy friends and we don't want to date. We just go on adventures. It's great.

Until next time, peace out.

New Year's Revelations. Revolutions. Resolutions?

It's almost twenty 'leven. You know what to do. Make some goals.

1. Be a better daughter, sister and granddaughter. It takes some effort to keep in touch with family nowadays. I'm going to make phone calls and visits like a madwoman.
2. Finish the BoM.
3. Find a real man that will take me to Temple Square during the holidays.
4. Be that one girl that says hi to everyone. That smiles more that not. Oh and I'd like to learn how to give compliments. I'm real bad at that.
5. Buy my first car. She'll be cute and used and I'll love her because she'll be all mine.
6. Get back into my 'good day' jeans. Those were good days.
7. Be a diligent letter writer. Who doesn't love getting mail? No one. So it's a win-win. I get to write letters and spread joy.
8. Raise my GPA. The first semester of college was rough. Let's not let that happen again.

So yes. My goals are the completely cliche three: Find love, be kinder and lose weight. But what else is a girl to say? I got a nice new fresh planner at Barnes & Noble to commemorate this joyous event. I'll check back here in 1 year. Wish me luck.

Out On Holiday.

Babe, I'm back. I'm real excited to be back home. I missed the little munchkins that run around my home and the ladies that I will probably not manage to visit because they're adults with jobs and men and such.

Within the next few weeks my plans are petite. They include sleeping in until noon most mornings, Christmas schopping because I have completely procrastinated in that area, not do a single school related task, and I'm feeling a bit crafty. I'd like to make some cute things like these:


Felt ornaments. I'm thinking maybe some little frosted sugar cookies.


Perhaps some homemade headbands. They're hot right now.


And I'm already half way through this baby. A circle scarf. They intrigue me.

And in between these creavtive endeavors I'll be writing this boy:


I haven't talked to him in three days. I feel weird. My phone has been playing a better paper weight than its intended use. I miss him already. Good thing I'm a huge fan of missionaries or I might want him back.

My Christmas wish list is quite short this year. It includes groceries, shampoo, q-tips and tickets to none other than Miss Ke$ha's concert in February. Why am I attending this ridiculous event? Well mostly because Lindsey told me about it. But why did I agree? For the pure joy of observing this girl's insanity. Yes. It's going to be epic. I can already picture the crowd of people that will be there. I'm psyched.

Long Time, No Blog.

Hello again. I will make no useless promises to be better this time, what a joke. I'll just give a quick update.

I'm still alive. My grades have suffered a bit because of the lengthy break that just passed. It was totally worth it though. I got to see the fam and reroonite with the ladies, oh how I missed you guyves. I got to spend a few days with Dougie and my brothers which is always entertaining. Jordan has turned into quite the vain little JB look alike. Trevor got braces! He is growing up, I can't believe it. And Josh said that he misses me when I'm gone, and he won't miss anyone else when they move out, just me. He also said that he couldn't wait until I got married so he could play with my husband and me and be an uncle. Don't hold your breath, little man.

DJ did an amazing job on his farewell talk. Most of the girls made it there so it was a nice little get together. It was so nice to see the Simpsons again. They make me feel so special.

Thanksgiving was lovely. Alexis was adopted for a few days since her familia went up north and she had to stay here and work. We shared a yummy spread of turkey, sweet potatoes, rolls, pie and all other sorts of goodies that you can think of. It was exhausting and wonderful. We stole the other family's games while they weren't looking by accident. SLAMWICH! It was great.

That night I foolishly took part in the insanity called Black Friday. NEVER AGAIN. I said it last year and I'll say it again. Please, pretty please never let me do that to myself again. Two hours in 13 degrees on concrete spells misery for me. I have learned my lesson universe, I promise.

Lindsey and I played with the Sandy boys and attended Asian Brian's farewell. I just love those things. Little Golden was next and he did so good. I can't believe all these boys are leaving us! I can't wait until they get back!

Back at school, I'm glad to be doing something productive after almost TWO WEEKS. I'm scared for finals. They just sound scary! I came home to a missionary letter. I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy the next two years because I absolutely adore getting letters and writing them. Another thing that I am way psyched for is this man right here:



John Vesely from Secondhand Serenade. He's performing with these guys:



(Forever The Sickest Kids) and also this man:



John Allred. Second time with this guy actually. He holds a special place in the musical corner of my heart. It will most likely be the best spent $17 of my life. December 8th. You know where I'll be.

Fall Weather and Late Nights.

Blogging is much too hard I have decided. I'm barely sleeping these days! I will do better though, k? So what's new in my life... Halloween was flawless. I had THE best time. Just take a look at this picture:



It was a good weekend. We saved lives. We partied. We had fun.

I attended my first basketball game this week. We lost. Very very badly. I watched Toy Story 3 for my first time. I absolutely loved it. I can't believe it took me this long considering it came out on my birthday. I liked it a lot. One night when I went running, I walked onto the temple grounds and there was a mexican on my regular bench so I went and sat on another one. After about 5 minutes he walked over and starting asking me questions in spanish and proceeded to sit next to me and chatter away. I caught words like "member" and "temple" and he managed to ask me what my name was and the rest I was completely in the dark. After about 2 minutes of trying to tell him that I didn't understand what he was saying to me, I got up and walked away. I feel real bad, but really, what could I have done? I cried a little on my sprint back home for reasons unknown to me.
Last night was our second basketball game. Dixie beat Whittier (California University) by 30 points. Whooooooo!! I went to a hypnotist afterwards and it was so funny! People are so nuts. Don't underestimate the power of the human mind. Next I played with the cute boys in the above picture and watched Iron Man 2. Again. I believe the term "without a paddle" has something to do with what went on. Yes. We ended up going to sleep around 4 AM. This morning was our rivalry game against SUU. We got spanked. Poor Dixie. You suck sometimes. But we still have fun.

Some things that I would like to do before Christmas break: Go caving again. And wear black and win. One word: geocaching. It's like a high-tech treasure hunt. Also, I've been craving a hot tub lately. That would be fun.

One In A Million.

We're learning about genetics in biology right now and I've learned some pretty crazy things. Blood type is a codominant gene which is why we can have AB type blood. My blood type is AB-. This blood type only occurs in .7% of the population. Hair color is also a hereditary trait. Red hair is a genetic mutation that only occurs in 2% of the US. Apparently I'm pretty rare. Go figure.

Let's Leave Before Satan Gets Out Of The Shower.

Hello ladies.

Some things that have been going on in my life:

Mid-terms have been passed.
Much anticipated not-really-date failed.
Influenza was caught and nearly conquered.
Sister Wives watched.
Leather jacket worn.
Missionary letters written.
TWO pumpkins were carved. [I wish I had visuals for you but I'm not savvy enough to get images off my phone and on here. But basically I did the Mario one but better and a wonderful rendition of an 'I heart mustache' shirt I saw. It was great.]
Apples consumed in the last 2 weeks: 15. I'm convinced I could survive on apples and peanut butter.
Jade's Blag was stalked. I love her.
I laughed hard. My roommates are psycho, hilarious, lovely women.


Scripture of the day: D&C 3:7. A note to all you out there who place WAY too importance on what your peers think of you: give it a rest. When you are more worried about the comments you'll get from those around you than what the Lord wants, you'll never be happy. College has taught me that tolerance and understanding are qualities I want in friends and someday in a future spouse. Nobody wants to spend time with people who make judgments on situations they aren't privy to. You can give that a rest too.

Tis The Season.

For pumpkin carving.

What should I do?







These are some of my ideas.

Fantastic Night.

Last night Lindsey and I went with a group of kids to a cave. Picture yourself going down into a deep, dark hole. And it smells of bat urine. And you climb down for a good while and it opens up into a big cavern. Then you cut open glow sticks and spray it all over the walls and yourself. Now everyone either lays down or stands against the walls and doesn't move. You have a game of glow stick hide in the dark. It was the most surreal crazy thing ever. I loved it. We only had the feeling that the cave was going collapse the whole time, but it just added to the excitement. Also the fact that it was illegal. Yay for teenage delinquency.

Also, I am going to marry a man that plays guitar. That is all.

Summer, Where'd You Go?

Even here at sunny St. George, the heat has left us. I feel like I'm living in Forks! No sun for the last three days. So much rain. And you know what that means! Puddle jumping galore. Rivers of water to drive through. It is fun. It reminds me of that fantastic day we went puddle hunting in the grocery store parking lot, remember? It was so good. It also made me miss you guys a bit. But no bother, I'll be home in two weeks.

Conference was so so good. I loved President Monson and President Uchtdorf's talks the best. I am going to have more gratitude in my life, and when I come upon tribulation I'm going to slow down and look to the Lord for strength. He can get me through anything. I am so excited for the Ensign to come with all the talks in it. I'ma mark it right up.

Missionary work is such an amazing thing. I've been thinking about it a lot lately because of all the missionaries in my life at the moment, both preparing and returned. I'm so glad that there are worthy young men out there willing to give up so much so that the families they teach can be together forever. I honestly love hearing mission stories. Which is good because of all the RMs I run into around campus. I have realized to a greater extent how much they learn on their missions and how much they grow. Yesterday one of my roommates ripped some of the ligaments in the right side of her neck. Two boys from our ward came over and gave her a blessing. I can't sit through a blessing without getting chills. They are so powerful. They both served foreign missions so they weren't positive on the wording for the ordinance in English. I thought it was funny. They could have blessed her in German.

I have such a good feeling about the future right now. I'm excited to get started on the internships and training classes for my medical radiography degree. I'm excited to be able to say I made it through my first semester of Dixie State in one piece, even though we're only half way through, I'm surviving. With decent grades even. I'm so excited for Christmas! I have even gained an appreciation for my family. Oh, the amazing things that college can teach you.

Anyhow, I miss you all. Everytime I pass a frozen yogurt place I think of Alexxxxx and everytime I see a VW bug I think of Mallory in her fancy new ride. And of course everytime I see a crow I yell "Black Chuckun!!!!" without thinking and then I miss our stinky house boat and then I miss you all. It's a brutal cycle. I hope you are all doing well and are enjoying yourselves! Have a happy Tuesdee!

Trevor Scott.

I'm surprised it took me this long to post about this amazing kid. He was the star subject for my first term paper this year, so I thought I'd share some stories with you all.



Me and Trevor happen to be best friends.

He is terrified of Dogs and snoring.

When Trevor was baptized, they asked him up on the stand what his favorite scripture story was and he said hulk.

Trevor is obsessed with Halloween, roller coasters and cats.

He loves every one that he meets and wants to be their friend on facebook. I'm pretty sure he has more friends than me.

Sometimes he will randomly speak in an italian accent. The only place I can imagine it could come from is Luigi on Mariokart.

Trevor lives on peanut butter, french toast and capri suns. What a life.

He had a pet rat a few years ago and he named her Sniffy. They played video games and went on walks together. When she passed away we had a funeral and let Trevor bury her in the back yard. He left her tail sticking out of the dirt.

Today at Costa Vida he swore that our line server was in Camp Rock on the Disney channel and insisted he get her autograph.

Sometimes Trevor will sneak up on me and kiss my nose and yell "150 points!" I don't understand him a lot of the time.

Good day.

Today was an overall good day.

I curled my hair and bouncy hair just naturally improves my mood.

I found out that my freak-out the other day caused Steven to write funny things like "stupid 18 year old" and "I'll give her what's coming" on his facebook. Not really a mood improver, just hilariously pathetic.

So there's this boy that opens the door for me every day after biology and we walk to his car. Today I almost talked to him on the way home but then a cute man in a silver convertible asked if I wanted a ride. I guess you win some and you lose some.

I went to Target and bought some new, happy green shorts and softlips. I also realized I have an addiction for chapstick. But I'm okay with it.

I went to Zumba and there were funny boys dancing today. That probably made my day.

Now I'm headed off to Waffle Wednesday. They put icecream on them. Yum.

Yay for good Wednesdays.

So I Freaked Out. A Little.

Well this story must really begin with a little background on the star character. For the sake of protecting his identity (or really to protect my life, because if he found this I wouldn't put it beyond him to hunt me down and burn me in my sleep), we'll call him Steven Stupidface. I noticed him the first day of communications class mostly because he had a full man-beard, and he talked more than the average person. He's about 30 years old, a self proclaimed problem starter- "I like to question everything, when a teacher says something is the way it is, I always ask 'why?'". And believe me, he's not exaggerating when he says that. This kid talks more in the class than the professor. He drives me nuts. Oh, here's a little taste of this awesome individual:


No, he hasn't published a book. Yet. I'm sure he will someday and no one will read it. So anyhow, today he was going on about his usual antics. My teacher was just talking about how people don't usually keep eye contact when they lie and Mr. Stupidface of course had to disagree: "Well not necessarily..." blah blah blah blahhhhh. After about 5 minutes of his ranting I couldn't take it anymore. It started off as a mumbling complaint to myself but once it got started I couldn't keep it under my breath, "Steve! We're going to kill you. We don't want your input on every section of the chapter. We just want to get through the lesson. So stop talking. Stop challenging everything that he says, and just keep your crap to yourself." Well, he didn't like that apparently because he picked his stuff up and walked out of the classroom. On his way out I started some attempt at an apology and he just said "I DON'T CARE." Me and Lindsey were the only people who thought this was hilarious. I'm pretty sure that my face was bright red... I totally was not expecting him to react like that. The best part was that my teacher barely looked up from his book. He proceeded to keep reading.It really was like the twilight zone. No one else in the class laughed or even noticed.

This story would be a lot funnier to me if I didn't have to work on all my group projects with him until Christmas. Yay.

Peace.

Today I was pretty stressed out about a biology test I have been procrastinating all week for. I finally headed up to the school and got it over with. Walking home was pure bliss. It was 8 at night and there were no cars on the road. It was the perfect temperature, and the only sounds were the humming of the crickets. These are the times I love living in St. George. Absolutely beautiful.

Night At The Cinemas

This weekend me and Linds saw Easy A. I quite enjoyed it.


The main character was the redhead from house bunny.
And I learned a new word :)

This guy shirtless didn't hurt either.



In other news, I've given plasma twice now. $40 richer!! Rachel would be proud.
I got set apart for my calling on the Mission & Fellowship council.
I was smitten by a baseball slut in my communications class when he whispered sweet nothings in my ear.
I missed Alexis whilst eating Spoon Me frozen yogurt that I actually had to pay for.
I went to a rodeo. My favorite part was the firemen. I cheered for the cows.

Wish me luck in Zumba tonight. I think it will be grand.

You're At The Top.

I'm usually not a fan of the forward messages. Especially the animated, sparkling, pointless and threatening ones. FORWARD THIS TO EVERYONE IN YOUR CONTACT LIST OR GET PREGNANT AND DIE. I don't know. But I got this one yesterday and it made me feel good. If you are confident and comfortable enough with your interactions with the boy population, than good on ya. If not this may help. Thanks Miss Mireya for the forward. Love you!

Woman are like the apples on the trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. The boys don't want to reach for the good ones, because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead they get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them when in reality they are amazing! They have to wait for the right guy to come along. The one who is brave enough to climb to the top of the tree.

I hope you all know you are worthy of someone who treats you right. Just be patient.

Love you all and see you soon.

I Hate College But I Love All The Parties.

Oh Sam Adams. Gangster and beautiful, who knew it was possible. Look him up.

Anywho. Last night was spectacular. It started off seemingly routine. It was 9:30 and we were slowing down enough to start thinking of bed. We always sit on our porch like old ladies at night and wave to the passer-bys. We saw Courtney's brother through the window in the next apartment over. He was talking to a girl. We called him to see if he'd answer the phone while he was there. He didn't, so Courtney left a prank voice message for ignoring her: "Braden! I'm in the street and there are men all around me and I don't know what to do AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" and hung up. To our disappointment, he didn't even check the voice mail. We wanted to see if he'd answer it if Connie called him, and he did. She made something up about Courtney calling in a panic but she was busy so didn't answer. This is when he checked the voice message and ran into his apartment, got his keys and ran back outside in about 3.5 seconds with his stilt legs. He ran up to us and looked like he was about to cry. Where was he planning on going to save her? No idea. But that's finally when he saw her sitting RIGHT NEXT TO US and freaked out. I'm talking BIGGEST FREAKOUT EVER on youtube worthy. He said he was going to kill her and left. I was scared for my life. Take a joke dude.

After that we wanted to get out of there before he thought of something to get back at us with. So we went on a walk. We went to the only place we could think of at the time, Nils' house. We shouted Stomp The Yard quotes and ran like grannies the entire way there. Yeah, we got some cat calls. Nils was watching Casino Royale so we left. We weren't ready for bed quite yet, so we asked Patrick, another boy in our apartment complex, if he would give us a ride in his jeep. The kind that doesn't have windows or a roof, ya know? And he said he would. He took us up to Dixie rock and we did doughnuts on the gravel. I thought I was going to die. The whole time all 4 of us were screaming hysterically. Connie was yelling "Jeeps are known to flip! Get me out of here!" It was a freaking rush, that's for sure. We were ready for bed by then, it was nearly midnight. But we all had really bad gas. Probably from all the salad and other various fresh produce we consume. It was scary. I kept having flashbacks to Park City, if you know what I mean. We talked about our ex-boyfriends and how much we despise boys and then we fell asleep.

Some choice words of the night:

Patrick to Connie after she told a story about being baptized at another church and something about hospitals: "Can I get a list of your trigger words, so I can avoid hearing another one of your rants?"

In the bathroom while we were all trying to brush our teeth, Courtney ripped a particularly fresh one. Shalisa to Connie: "Just spray it on her butt." Courtney: "So I can just fart febreeze?"

I miss you ladies, but these ones are good replacements until I see you again. They are nearly as crazy and amazing.

On another note, our good friend Ben is leaving for the MTC today. I think he was good for Lindsey. He will be missed. There was a lot of ups and downs with this kid, and hopefully now that he's gone Lindsey can stay up. You'll be okay, dear. We'll find boys to fill our time until our men come home, arright? And we'll have a blast. Just wait.



I miss you all. And I will see you soon.