Creepy Hallways and such.

About 45 minutes ago, I set off on an adventure to find my math class. I found it. In a creepy basement. I didn't want to brave the cold to go back to the student center, so I located a lonely table and chair in the creepy basement instead. I like it. This might be my new chill-spot on campus. 

If you're concerned for my safety, don't fret. There's a nice "Rescue Assistance" button next to my little table. And a fire alarm. 

I'm definitely ready for a nap. Only two more classes to go. Who goes to school from 8:30 Am to 7:50 pm? This crazy girl. 

I'm terrible at writing

College starts up again next week, and I get to spend mornings (and afternoons) on the frontrunner with free wifi, and that sounds like an adventure and the perfect opportunity to blog a little more... depending on my homework load. It also sounds like the perfect opportunity to run into people that refuse to talk to me. Oh, goody. Maybe I can make amends? Thank him for introducing me to my handsome boyfriend? Be friends again? We'll see. 

Am I excited to go back to school? Yes & No. I really don't want to take a math class, but alas, I have to. But I also get to take a video production class and that makes me so excited that I want to do a little happy dance. I sense a lot of stress this semester. Hang on folks, it's gonna be a bumpy ride.

The semester hasn't even started, and I'm already freaking out about finals week. 

 

kissy pictures

I've never posted a kissy picture. Anywhere. Ever. 

I've come to the realization that I look like my Mom. A lot.

I think we had our first fight tonight. I probably shouldn't blog about it, but it was stupid. So glad that's over with.

Then we spent the rest of the night on the couch cuddling. He watched Star Wars (VI) and I read 7 habits of highly effective people. It was great. I got to cuddle with my boy in my adorable saggy-bum sweatpants and my cute dog even got in on the cuddling action. Allen likes to cuddle with his girls. I'm okay with sharing him with my dog. And maybe his mom. But that's it.

I refuse to ever wear a princess Leia slave costume.

EVER.

Hear that, boys? Sorry.

I have like 7 things in my amazon shopping cart 53 cents in my bank account. yeah, buddy. 

I almost just hashtagged something. 

It's 2 am. 

Strike that. 2:12 am.

Dylan is coming to visit me.

I mean, DYLAN IS COMING TO VISIT ME!!!

#DYLANISCOMINGTOVISITME

I'm so tired that tears are streaming down my face. 

Yeah. Bed time it is.

Goodnight.

Stressing.

Dear Brain, 

I made a promise to myself that I really wouldn't procrastinate this semester, but I did. I am a hardcore procrastinator, and now I'm experiencing the full wave of guilt that seems to come at the end of each grading period as I scrape grades that are far lower than that which I could actually achieve. 

And the worst part? I did the rounds. The part where you take a nice look at your syllabus and start crying, then you pick someone (sorry, boyfriend) to tell about your woes and how you'll never amount to anything in life just because you've been learning about it all semester and you still couldn't tell them the difference between a traditional and a Roth IRA, and now you have to write like 6 500 word essays on them. The part where you're so stressed that you forget everything your 9th grade English teacher ever taught you and decide to just use run-on sentences instead of breaking them up into smaller segments. The part where you sit in your car and glare at people as you sort through your binder like a crazed drug addict looking for their misplaced stash before the cops show up. The part where you're so angry with yourself that you might as well just hire someone to beat you up, because it would feel better than the anguish you're putting yourself through while you deal with the fact that you suck at doing assignments. The part where you finally calm down a bit because you've found papers that you'd forgotten you even had. 

Then I did the best part. The part where you take a deep breath, stop crying, and start your to-do list. Then it's manageable. You can wrap your mind around it and get working. It'll be okay. We'll figure out a way to live through this. By this time, you're calmed down. It's okay! There's still a full 168 hours until it's due! That's plenty of time to write 3000 words! You were thinking about being an English major until you realized you have no concept of when a sentence is supposed to end and when ellipses are appropriate... You can write 3000 words in your sleep! Time to get going, girl! We got this! 

You calmly go to your school website to begin working, a smile on your face. Don't worry, we'll raid the change jar and treat ourselves to starbucks as soon as we reach the halfway point. We GOT this. 

Then you get this:

Yeah? Eff you too, community college website and wifi. EFF YOU!

catching up.

May. 

May was a blur of chicken soft tacos and encouraging pinterest quotes.

And ridiculous amounts of cake pops.

It was a time of much ice cream. 

I had a difficult time digging myself out of the rut I was in, but fortunately, I knew exactly where to turn. I kept my scriptures close by, and as I slowly climbed out of the rut (with a whole lot of help), I grew stronger. 

My best friend came to visit me, and I planned a trip to see him as soon as I possibly could.

June. 

I needed an escape, so I left. I scheduled off work, and headed out of the state with plans of kissing every single boy I met along the way. It was going to be a fun trip.

Somewhere along the way, I realized that I didn't want to kiss anyone for a while. Except some cute babies. 

I stayed with my best friend Dylan. We went on adventures involving exciting voyages across the "sea" in ye olde canoe and trips to get horchata and bean burritos in the middle of the night. 

And listened to some fantastic music.

(Yellowcard)

By far, my favorite part of the trip were the moments when we turned up the music, rolled the windows down, and sang our hearts out just like we used to do. I don't have a single picture from the night I spent star-gazing with my best friends Dylan and Rylea, but something about it was magical. 

It was a much needed vacation, and I came back ready to conquer the world. Boys were the least of my concern. All I needed were my scriptures and a good group of friends. I arrived home on a Monday. Just in time to make it to my very first FHE in the single's ward. 

I felt awkward at the activity until Josh Davidson recognized me and invited me to dinner with their group of friends. I felt loved & accepted by a group of kids that I didn't even know. It was wonderful.

July.

I made friends. I stopped being anti-social and started making plans. Fun plans.

I started that whole dating process again. Dinner. Movies. Fireworks. You name it. I now have a little stash of awkward first date stories.

I drank out of this cup:

I got a new job. 

I quit my old one. 

I went back to Vegas to babysit, and some cute boys came to bring me home. 

I even convinced one of them to kiss my friend while we were there. (ooh la la)

I checked kissing while watching fireworks and on a rooftop off my bucket list. At the same time. 

August.

I needed to go down to Salt Lake for some reason or another, so I somehow managed to convince this kid Allen to hop in my ridiculously hot car and drive there with me so I didn't have to drive alone. We had a few extra minutes, so I suggested we go exploring. We tried to take pictures, and as you can see, they turned out REALLY well. 

I'd go 1 - 2 - 3! And his eyes would automatically shut. (Not that mine were much more open) 

On our way back, we yelled over the roaring of the 70 mph wind rushing through my windows. My car was lacking air-conditioning. We didn't have a choice. 

He complained about how he was never going to find a worthwhile girl, and I complained about how I was frustrated with boys. 

(oh, irony. I love you.) 

At some point, we discussed how we were both friend-zoned. MORE than friend-zoned, he added. "More like SISTER zoned."

Later, I found out that I got a scholarship, meaning I didn't have to pay for school. I cheered. I cried. I registered for classes.

I dragged Allen along to explore my campus, and my car broke down. You can see how happy I am about it in this picture. 

While we were waiting for the tow truck to show up, we talked. We discovered that my front seats were perfect for taking naps. We played Uno.

 We "made out".

It was great fun. 

...

On the first day of school, I found my cousin Hayli at my grandparent's house. She came with me to class, and then I took her to Ogden so she could go on a date. 

My buddy Allen (The one that "sister zoned" me) showed up to hang out with me in Ogden while she was on her date. 

I'm not sure what it was, but something changed that day. Not in a hit-you-in-the-face kind of way, but in the subtle thought in the back of your mind kind of way. 

My friend Taylor had a nice way of putting it:

Dinner, a random piano, and an extreme amount of arcade tickets later, I knew I was in trouble. 

Proposal Story!!!

 I love you all!! Thanks for all the congratulations! You guys are the best!

vlogs and blinding bums and chicken feed shoes.