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?



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!

Smitten...

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

we like to call this twitterpation.

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

CHECK OUT-

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.

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?"

and

"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

"GREAT JOB"

"AMAZING"

"TERRIFIC"

etc.

Yep, just another day at BYU-I

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.

IN OTHER NEWS:

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.

Observations

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.