Sunday, February 27, 2011

Pretty Woman

Sometimes I have weeks from.... well, you know where, and to ease my stress I like to take pictures of myself. "Can I help it if I'm really really ridiculously good looking?"

Did this make your day, too?

So readers, what do you do when hiding under a rock seems like a viable option?

Friday, February 25, 2011

F is for Failure

Crap, I have completely failed at updating my blog lately. Sorry, all of you devoted readers (yes, I'm talking to the three of you that sometimes check out my blog) but I have been kind of out-of-control-busy lately. Even as I write this I should be studying the veins, eye, heart, arteries, and ear for the anatomy exam I have in an hour. The truth of the matter is that I am past the point of caring. Okay, that's a lie. Let me rephrase that to say: MY BRAIN HAS TURNED INTO MUSH. Imagine taking your brain, sticking it in a blender, turning it on liquify and then shoving it back into your head via your ears. Ya, that's about how I feel right now.
Needless to say, this week has been crazy. We had school off on Monday and I was able to have fun fun fun at one of my friend's cabins with all of his roommates. That leads me into my last post. For those of you wondering, I have fallen back into my old way of doing things and remain as single and free as a plastic bag in a tornado.Have no fears, I have returned. I was simply suffering from severe smittenosity. (That's an alliteration.)
smitten: affected by something overwhelming; to strike harshly or heavily; to defeat or conquer
It is all too ironic if you ask me. I was overwhelmed and struck harshly with twitterpation to the point of being defeated by my hormones. Someone pinch me!

Wednesday, February 23, 2011


Exploding heart.
Can't focus.
Fierce blushing.
"Sweet dreams."

we like to call this twitterpation.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Part 1

Before I jump in bed and dream of Harry Potter, Disneyland, or boys, I wanted to throw something out here for everyone......

................. that"s enough


My Search for Mr. Right

This woman is brilliant. Lacking the cliches of Taylor Swift songs, Ava is actually relatable and her life isn't a LOVE STORY and she doesn't pretend YOU BELONG TO ME. Check it out, kids.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

You know you're a college student when...

... you spend most of your time at the library
and you call it socializing...

you have to check the left hand of every
attractive male you see...

it doesn't matter what it tastes
like as long as
it's cheap...

there's a reason all
 the girls in your apartment
want chocolate
the same week...

you have the precise times of naps
planned out as to get
optimal rest...

"What's your name?"
"Where you from?"
"What are you majoring in?"
are the most common phrases
in your vocabulary...

It's an assignment to go
on a date...

The weekend comes a day early...

when you don't have
seven hours of homework
you go through withdrawls...

when you get a high
grade on a test the computer
rewards you by saying

Yep, just another day at BYU-I

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Gum Chewers Anonymous

"Maybe I just need some rehab or maybe just need a drink..."
or in my case
"Maybe just need some gum.."
I have a major addiction to that sugary rush and refreshingly minty taste most would call chewing gum. Craving Orbit's Peppermint gum first thing when I wake up is a little wierd. I seriously am thinking of joining a group of other gum chewers to overcome this problem. IT IS SO GOOODDDDDD. I can't even handle it. I could go through a pack a week and I do halfsies.

someone help me.


This week has been a little like this:

Thankfully, I am going home this weekend and I can't even wait.
Three cheers for comfy beds and DVR.

See you on the other side.

Sunday, February 6, 2011


If you are going to blow a snot rocket on the sidewalk,
please make sure I'm not watching in disgust.

Welcome to BYU-Idaho. This means you
shouldn't be rubbing up against your
girlfriend no matter what the occasion is.

There is a reason there aren't any hobos in Idaho.
It is too dang cold.

Nothing gets you through Church like the
promise of fajitas when you get home.

Being away from home does not mean you
should miss out on an old American classic.
It doesn't mean you have to stay awake through
it all, either. Go Packers.

If you get asked to sing for the Super Bowl,
please rehearse the National Anthem. Just
a thought.

Everyone needs white jumpsuits outfitted
with neon lights.

Thursday, February 3, 2011


Do you believe in fate?
In the universe coming together
for your good?
Do you think that everyone comes into
 your life for a reason?
For for better or for worse?
Have you ever considered that everything
 happens on purpose?
Is serendipity real?
Do you think that the guy upstairs
really knows exactly what
he is doing?
even when you don't think
he does?
Is it true that the hardest things in life
are the most worth it?
Do you believe that people are
sent into our lives when
we need them the most?

I think so.


"Oh, the weather outside is frightful" and it's not even Christmas. This week has been so so so super cold! Honestly, as I walk to class I seriously fear that I might freeze in my steps and the snow plow would have to scrape me off of the streets. Can you imagine? The headline in the newspapers would declare the tragedy of the poor red headed girl that died from overexposure to cold on her way to class. Lame.

So, down to the nitty gritty. I would like to propose a question for all of you. When it is -20 degrees outside and every hair follicle on your body freezes and your nose hairs start growing icicles why don't your boogers freeze? My nose is froze, my toes are froze, and even my eyes are froze and yet my nose is about to run off of my face and heck, can you imagine what I would look like without a nose? I think I would resemble something like this:
Pretty, huh?