ohhhhh the woes of being a 20-year-old girl at BYU. all your Freshman friendboys are on missions. boo.

**and just as a disclaimer, I am not romantically interested in any of these boys. they're all just great friends, and fun elders to write.

so, in honor of them {ha, it sounds like they're dead. good thing they're not.}, I'm going to do a post about the boys I write regularly. :)

part of the Superdorm, he's serving in Tucson, AZ. {he's the one holding the gigantic fork. totally typical of Chris.}
he always has the best stories. I feel like every other letter from him is about some druggie or crazy person. the best story I got from him was about an investigator's wife who made him keep a jar of her husband's pee for who knows why. aweeeeeeeesome.
he also writes me about my future husband. a lot. we joke about "Brother Charming" almost every letter. one of these days I'm gonna send him a fake engagement announcement and then he'll be sorry. ha.
but we also have the best, serious conversations too. it's been awesome to see him grow, and I hope he knows how proud of him I am. he's just awesome. and he'll be back next summer also. the end.


his name has always been one word in my mind. it's just one of those names you have to say the first and last parts.
Matthewbean was in the SuperDorm too. his love of Paramore & American Idol solidified our friendship. he's serving in Santiago, Chile. he gave me quite a scare when that earthquake hit, but luckily his parents sent out a  mass email to everyone letting us know he was fine. they've had so many cool service opportunities post-earthquake, and I'm super grateful now he's had this experience.
he usually writes me funny things. we also try to communicate in Spanish sometimes, but I basically just fail everytime. he does really well though. he'll be back next summer too.

Well, so much for Spring. It snowed today. But it sure looks beautiful outside my window right now. Despite the fact that it's probably close to 50something degrees out.

I guess I've sort of put blogging in the very back of my brain after the Blog Fiasco of That One Monday Night. (For deets, ask.)

But I am taking classes this term. Which is definitely a new adventure for me. I'm a Media Law class (blehhhhhhh) that's two and a half hours Tuesday and Thursday nights. Yikes, it's a rough one. Not that the class is boring, I'm just a clock-watcher. And watching the clock for 150 minutes is hard! Plus that gives me waaaay too much time to pick at my ever-growing split ends.

I'm also in a News Reporting class. Basically we are the staff of the Daily Universe. I can't blog/tweet/Facebook about anything I report on until after it's published, and that's been a serious challenge for me. I can tell you I'm on the Baseball beat so I get to report on all the BYU Baseball games... Now, don't start feeling bad for me. I'm actually super excited for it. I am in love with all things baseball (yes ladies, I love baseball for more than just the pants). I'm missing work for a few days and flying to San Fran in July to go to a Giants game with my fam, if that's any indication of my love.
But for this class, I've already written three stories in the first four days. And next week I have four more due- Thursday's my only free day. It's totally insane, but way more fun than any class with readings and tests and studying stuff.

But I'm really glad this is only lasting 7.5 weeks. 6.5 more weeks. This first week's already over. :)

New song! "Half of my Heart" by John Mayer ft Taylor Swift. Despite my not-so love for Taylor Swift, my love for John cancels that out and this song is totally perfect right now. Don't you LOVE it when that happens? Theme songs are the best. :)

Okay. Why I love it so. Other than the fact that it's John Mayer and it's just a good song. Soooo... There's this {boy}. Yes from the Riv ward. (Psh, I don't have friends anywhere else) Anyway, he's just one of those really great guys that everybody loves a little bit. I've had a crinkle on him for a little while now, but really nothing more than that. I think Chantelly even liked him for approximately 3.2 seconds. But one of my really really great awesome sweetheart friends likes him lots and lots. I don't want to like this guy, but I always end up falling for my guy friends. And that makes me sad. So like this song, "Half of my heart's got a grip on the situation. Half of my heart takes time. Half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you that I can't keep loving {him}, with half of my heart."  And I feel like we are way too close of friends for anything to come of this.  Too many people would get hurt or feel weird or left out.

And now he's far away. Like the rest of my friends. But I did get to hang out with some of them twice this week. That was fun. And I'm going back on Sunday night for Game Night.

Ha. But like the last song, "You don't know what you've got till you're missing it a lot. I had to go throw it away. I was wrong from the start from the bottom of my heart, I apologize. What I did to you was hurtful, what I'm going through is hurtful..."

Thank you Erik Hassle and John Mayer for telling my life story. I 'preciate it lots, boys.

This past weekend, I got really sick. With every illness possible, it felt like. First, Friday morning I took a couple ibuprofin without eating anything before hand and I had terrible stomach cramps all morning at work. They pretty much lasted all day, but just not as strong later in the day. Then I had a yucky {head}cold, sore throat, headache, etc., and I lost my voice on Sunday morning. On top of all that, Aunt Flo came for a visit. And the stomach cramping never went away. I really couldn't eat much of anything for about 5 days, and from all WebDM and FamilyDoctor sites, it sounded like a stomach ulcer. So on Tuesday I skipped work and went to the doctor's office. Definitely not as scary as I thought it would be. The doc just gave me this super creepy Harry Potter-ish potion. He told me it was an antacid and numbing agent, but it was bright green and foamy and tasted like chalk and numbed my mouth and throat. About 10 minutes later, I was hungry for the first time in 4 days!!! Oh the miracles of modern medicine. Such a blessing. Anyway I can eat again and all is good again. Well, except the head cold part. That just keeps getting worse. Although I did get out of my MCom oral presentation because I sounded like a man. But my voice is back now so I can officially be a woman again {It was difficult there for a while}. :)


More exciting news, my fam is coming out for General Conference in about a week. And they're bringing Maggie!!! I miss my Magster sooooooooooooooooooooo effing much. She's going to be such good friends with all the other cars in Provo.

So lately, I've had a mild obsession with wedding pictures. It's an odd one that's for sure. This guy has emerged as my new fave. But it's definitely making me excited for my cousin Emmaleigh's wedding in January. :)

Okay..... Maybe I'll get back to working now.

New Music, uh, Thursday? Sorry folks, I stink at this. I haven't found many good new songs lately. But "In My Head" is one of my favorite new-ish dance-y songs. It's only kind of bad.... Ish. Yikes, but I like it so.

Yes I purposefully postponed this post until tonight so I could write about the dance last night. Yes it was fun. Yes we had a great time. Yes he was charming and an awkward dancer sometimes (psh, like I'm not) and cute and wonderful all night. Yes it was everything it should have been.
So I'll give you details. Except they won't be super-mushy-awesome-cutesy details like I normally would have. They're just going to be lame-o details.

So CJ came over at like 7:30 and he, Alyssa and I started making pizzas. We made a cheesy one and a chicken alfredo one. All of our roommates came in and ate our food at about 8:15ish and Paul finally showed up at like 8:30ish. By 8:45ish we left for the dance at Alpine Village. Alyssa and I were GOING to open their doors for them, but all the doors were locked and had to be opened manually from inside the car. So that plan failed. The dance itself was really fun, but like I told Alyssa. The music was pretty decent, the decor was cool, and they had lots of Dr. Seuss-ish cutesy things. They also had Fruit by the Foots (Fruits by the Foot??). Probably the coolest part of the dance, not going to lie. And they had Swedish Fish and more candy and a SLURPEE machine. I only ate one Fruit by the Foot and some candies and I felt sick from the sugar, so I only had a sip of Alyssa's cherry slurpee.

The first slow dance we "accidentally" skipped out on because we were eating Fruit by the Foot, but the second one was fun. I had just gone outside with Alyssa to find a bathroom so my hands were FREEZING. Of course CJ said something about it. And stupid me, I gave some super-lengthy explanation about my bad circulation and how I'd just been outside. Anyway, it was way to lengthy for a normal friendly conversation. The last slow dance was better, but sticky and hot because we'd just had a SUPER long set of really awesome great dancing/jumpy fast songs like "In My Head" by Jason Derulo, "Boom Boom Pow" and "I Gotta Feeling" by BEP, "Just Dance" by Lady Gaga, "Down" by Jay Sean, "Forever" by Chris Brown, "Single Ladies" by Beyonce, etc. We talked about my major, he asked when the summer job I applied for would start, we complained about classes and his job, it was just good friend talk. It was nice for sure.

On the way home, Alyssa and I finally succeeded in opening their doors (although I almost had to fight CJ for it). As they were about to walk us to our door (singular. We live in the same apartment...), someone decided it would be a WHOLE lot less awkward if we just walked them to their doors. Greatest plan ever. So CJ and I walked down the stairs, Alyssa and Paul walked up. Once they got to the top they started stomping and jumping up and down. They blamed it on an earthquake. We had already said our goodbyes and hugged, but we went back up a little bit to spy on their awkward doorstep scene. Nothing cool happened between them though, and I was sad.  But it was a great night overall. Fun people, fun dance, fun times.


Mmmmmmm I just miss MCom. Good thing tomorrow's Monday. I think I'm going to see if he wants to come with us to the Hunger Banquet on Thursday night...

Crushes are so futile and stupid. End of story.

Goal for life: Be bad at falling in love from now on.

First things first. Shout out to the cute guy from MCom. We actually had a full-on conversation on Wednesday. If I wasn't so swamped this weekend slash out of town next weekend, I would totally ask you on a date, MCom boy. Oh, and if I had your phone number. That would be beneficial too. {Although then I might turn into a crazy texting whore like I've done lately. Bleh}

My birthday was great, thanks for asking. :)

Except for now I'm 20. Which is weird. Actually, the only part of it that feels weird is the fact that I have to say I'm 20. Yep that felt weird to type too.

As for the actual birthday-day itself {no I did not stutter, that was for clarification}, it was totally fabulous. I went to work.

Okay that part wasn't fabulous, but just keep reading!

So I went to work, and I was wearing my brand-spankin-new birthday outfit and I looked adorable beyond belief. {As soon as Chantelly uploads her camera pictures, they'll be up here. Ohmygosh can't wAIT!} So then like an hour into my shift, Bryce walked in to the office!! He brought me BYU brownies {the best EVER} and we chatted for a few minutes. It was just really really sweet. Then like 10 minutes after he left, my friend Zack from our same dance class walked in!! He said that Bryce had called him yesterday, told him he was bringing me a birthday surprise at work and asked if Zack wanted to come with because he knew that Zack and I were super great friendlies. Unfortunately Zack was too late & Bryce had a class {that he ended up being 15 minutes late for all because he came to visit me}. It was soooooo wonderful though.

But so all day, I just looked adorable. I sat near Cute Boy in my Life #482 in my one of my classes {I'm not going to say "by" or "across from" because this blog is now open to that class. Sneaky sneaky...} My biology class was ridiculous, and my professor called on me when he asked if he had a favorite word. I said mine was doilie. He laughed. A lot. So did the rest of the 4790 people in the lecture hall. I felt special.

But Bryce. I keep flip flopping. And I hate that. I feel like if I'm leading him on this much, and he's bringing me brownies on my birthday and taking me grocery shopping, I really should, like, pursue something with him. Except I don't really want to... Ehhhhhhhh... I just feel like he's kind of boring for me. Like I could never see us hanging out at a party or in a big social group together. Which is what I hate about liking him. But he's really sweet and really attractive and I love talking to him. Mehhhhh.

I'm teaching the SS lesson on Sunday. Wish me luck.

Okay, so I totally forgot about Music Tuesday until like an hour ago when I went grocery shopping with Bryce. Yikes.

I'm still in love with Michael Bubbles' song {yes I did put Michael Bubbles on purpose}. So we're gonna go back to an old fave.
**PS Bryce and I were talking about favorite music videos, and I was talking about Taylor Swift's Love Story & You Belong with Me. He said his favorite was {get this} Haven't Met You Yet. Yes, it happened. Ahhhhhhhhhhh...

"Ghost" by Parachute is one of the most adorable songs I've ever heard... In a creepy kind of way. Kind of stalker-ish but I love it anyways.

And I'm in an adoring mood... Things with Bryce have become, um, interesting to say the least. I said in a previous post that I had given up on him & I wasn't going to like him... Yeah, that sort of changed on Sunday night. We just had good quality conversations. About practically everything under the sun. Just like our personalities and what we want in life and our families and such. He even started talking about how he is painfully shy a lot of times and he has to think about what he says before he says it {as I mentioned before...} I honestly just thought he struggled with words, but he was actually really cute about it. I don't know what makes admitting a flaw so cute, it just was. And he taught me how to play some chords on the guitar. Always a plus.

First day of classes were fab too. All my professors are hilarious, but Dance 380 is definitely going to be one of my hardest classes. That and Personal Finance. I don't do numbers.

And tomorrow's my birthday! so this is my last post as a teenager. Happy Birthday Me.

Happy 2010!! 


It's really odd to think about the beginning of last decade, 2000, with everyone freaking out about Y2K & exploding technology & stuff. Also I was 9. Weeeeeeeird.

But now my birthday is in 6 days. 6 more days of being a teenager. Well, I've technically been an adult for 2 years, but I'll be out of my "teens" anyways.

Except I went to the dermatologist the other day, & she said that people normally don't grow out of acne till they're 25! I canNOT wait another 5 years to get rid of this stuff. Not that it's horrific, just obnoxious. I'm so ready to be 25 now.

So my New Years Eve. Was weird to say the least. I spent the majority of the day with Sam, my last ex from high school. He had texted me right as I was driving out of Bako after Thanksgiving, asking if I wanted to hang out. Bad timing fo sho. But I said we'd do something over Christmas... So we did. Yesterday we went out to breakfast at Bagels & Blenders, saw that new movie Avatar, & hung out at his friend Javi's New Years Eve party.

I was seriously concerned about the whole event, but it actually turned out really well. It was odd at first, seeing him again after what? like a year and a half, but he looked exactly the same {good or bad, take it how you want}. It was hard to find things to talk about, but after a few minutes talking came easy again. It was good to chat with him, & see how he's doing, but I could tell that he's really lonely. He said, and I quote {or at least, sort of word for word}, "I don't really do much during the week & on weekends I go down to Castaic. It's pretty boring." I don't understand how you can be bored in college! That seems like an oxymoron to me. But staying in Bako after high school is a hard thing to do, especially if you're not in to the whole drugs & alcohol scene. He doesn't have a whole lot of friends either. Not good ones anyways. And he even said that, not me. His friends have always been flaky, & I think he's just now starting to see that. But he's a little too passive to do anything about it slash find any new friends. Not that there are very many to be found in Bako. You either hang out with people from high school {yuck} or find new friends that went to other high schools in Bako & are still living here {mostly druggies & drunks}{double yuck}. Most of the people that stay in Bakersfield have a problem. I think most of them are just homebodies though. Which is sad.

Bagels was splendid as usual. And Avatar was actually really good! I was surprised, because I initially had NO intention of even going to see this movie, the blue people/sci-fi/environmentalist junk kind of turned me off to it, but Sam insisted that I see it. He'd already seen it before, but it was that good he wanted to see it again. Or maybe he just went to force me to go. Either way, it was a good flick. I would recommend it to anyone. The theater we went to is the newest one in town, really clean & classy & huge! And the chairs reclined! Totally brill & wonderful for napping &/or movie watching. Not so wonderful for friendly chats 45 minutes before the movie started because we got there waaaaay too early. But we managed.

But at the New Years Party, the only reason I went was because Sam invited me. And I had absolutely nothing to do for New Years. 

I hate parties.

When I got there, they were playing Strip Poker {mmm goodyyyy...} & one girl I didn't know was down to her shirt {no bra, mind you} & undies. It ended shortly after that, thank goodness, but that girl seemed like kind of a slut anyways. Yes I'm judging, what else was I sposed to do?! My friend Jen Whitty was there too, & I hadn't seen her all break, so it was good to see her, even if she was borderline drunk.

Sam's stepbrothers were there too. I had a pleasant chat with the younger one as we both couldn't get cell service in the house & had to go outside to text. It was actually pretty funny. But while everyone else was drinking, playing beer pong or Twister, smoking weed {thank you California...}, hooking up with other people, I would sit on the couch. Most of the time Sam joined me. It was really nice not to be alone in that awful awkward situation. I hope he felt the same way. But I didn't want to go home because there were a bunch of grownups playing games at my house. As much as my mom said I was welcome to stay home with them for New Years, I would have felt even more out of place there.

With about 30 minutes to midnight, my friends Kjrstin & Theresa showed up from another party. KJ is a crazy party fiend, so I knew I wouldn't see much of her for the rest of the night, but Theresa is very much a non-partier like me so it was good to have her too. But she's really good at ignoring the fact that there's alcohol people are drunk, I'm not. She's around it more at Fresno State though I guess. So she was hanging out with the drunkies a lot more. By 11:45, we had a good group from high school, KJ, Theresa, me, Jennifer, Sara, Javi, Sam, Sam's stepbrother, & Sam's friend Vinny, that weren't too wasted {except Vinny was totally gone, we just talked to him because he was hilarious} & we had a good chat. The countdown itself was full of expletives & crudeness... Whatever, the whole party was. At midnight, more expletives were shouted & the make-outs began. I think Vinny made out with every girl at the party within 5 minutes after midnight, minus Theresa & I. I thought I saw him kissing some dude too.  Theresa & I just kept nervously laughing at everything. The mystery slut girl, the one who was bra-less in poker, was like beyond drunk. She tried to kiss Sam's very underaged stepbrother at one point & everyone at the party suddenly freaked out & stopped her. That was probably my favorite part of the night. But the weirdest part was at midnight, Sam & I both looked at each other from across the kitchen. If there hadn't been crazy make-outs going on between us, I'm pretty sure he would have kissed me. And I might have kissed him back. Because, I'm sorry, everyone wants a New Years' kiss. I've had two boyfriends, and one, uh, Winter break hookup, and I've never had a New Years' kiss. But I told myself, before we even went on our, uh, date? that day to the movie, that I would not, under any circumstances, kiss him. I just don't need that kind of drama in my life, and neither does he. He doesn't need to be dreaming about a girl going to school 500 miles away while he's bored out of his mind in Bako. Because I know he will. And it will suck for both of us.

I left about 20 minutes after midnight. I hugged all my friends goodbye & walked out the back door. When I got out there, I saw Sam had gone through the front door to answer a call & was standing near my car. By the time I got to my car, he had finished his call {ehhhh tricky tricky tricky...}. He hugged me again, but lingered this time in like a half-hug, just looking down at my face. Pretty sure he wanted to kiss me then too. {And if I seem a little overconfident about all these potential kissing situations, I'm not. I dated the dude for nine months, I think I'm allowed to know some of these things.} He said we should hang out again before I left, but if he didn't see me again, he wished me good luck at school. I said I'd see what I was doing over the next two days and maybe give him a call. But in all honesty, Brayden's getting baptized on Saturday, I still have to pack & clean my house for our extended family, & see about 40 other friends before I leave. Although it was nice to see him again and I knew I probly should give him a call, it just wasn't going to happen.

... But he left his jacket in my truck. Plan to force me to see him again? I think so.

Psh I'm so lame. I only ever post about boys. But isn't that what college is for??

I talked to Paul the other day about Bryce. Sometimes I think I'm just WAY to boy crazy and I'll sort of just fall for any boy that gives me the time of day. Which is obviously an awful way to be. I'm really not attracted to Bryce at all. I gave him about a 6.8 on the LOS before our first date, but Chantelle gave him a 8.7. But now that we've gone on a few dates, I'd give him like a 5.4 on the OS (Thank you MBP) And this might sound totally shallow, but Bryce isn't very good at summarizing things. Ever. He pretty much told me the entire plot, in explicit detail, of the first and second Bourne movies. Wow it was bad. Also I feel like talking is really hard for him some times. Like he'll just stop in the middle of sentences for like 2-3 seconds, like he's thinking really hard about what he's going to say next, and then continue talking. WTHeck?! It bugs me SO much.

Don't get me wrong, I think he is one of the sweetest and thoughtful guys I've ever met. And I think he's going to make some girl very happy someday. But it's not me. Like, thinking about dating him exclusively kind of makes me sick to my stomach. Not because I don't like hanging out with him {that's only a very small part of this equation}, I just think about all the other guys I know right now that I wouldn't be going on dates with. And that part breaks my heart. Like Garrett. And Paul. And Mike. And Keaton.. ** Disclaimer: I have no shot whatsoever with any of these guys, they're all just guys I would totally date if they asked. Also most of these guys have never been mentioned before. They're all just minor crushes. :) **

PS I'm back home in Cali now. Finals are over {WOOHOO!} and I didn't fail any of them. Definitely didn't ace them, but I didn't fail either. Although I am fighting with my Comms 101 professor about the grade I got on my final project. C- by butt! I worked WAY harder than anyone else did on that project, and I deserve at LEAST an A-.


Song of the Day: I've bee listening to my Song of the Day playlist while writing this post, and I'm very impressed with the songs I've chosen. And it's been a while, so this has to be a good one... All the Right Moves by One Republic. This song is fabulous, and it makes me think of my kitchen. I listen to this song a lot when I make fettucini alfredo.

Well, technically they haven't happened yet. But I've sure been studying my butt off enough for them to have already occurred.

But on to more important things. AKA Boys.

So, I've already come to terms with the fact that I'm kind of a stalker. Not in like crazy illegal or violent ways, I just know how to find people just by, oh, you know, talking to them on the walk home from campus for ten minutes tops and only learning what state they live in and that they live in my apartment complex somewhere.
 
For example, well I pretty much just told you the story. Girl sees {cute} boy. Boy walks over to girl. Boy talks to girl about who KNOWS what. Finals prolly, I don't even remmber. Boy and girl walk across the street and through 2.5 parking lots together. Girl walks up stairs to apartment. Boy walks home. I didn't get his name, or see what apartment he went in to. But I found out he was from Florida. Somewhere near{ish} Orlando. And as luck would have it, I saw him go in to our complex's laundry room. Good sign, yes?

So that's what I did at work today. I found Boy. :) Who's name turns out to be Tyler. And added him on Facebook. I can pretty much guarantee he won't remember who I am, but I just want to see if he adds me. Then maybe we can have a real friendship.

But I spent all Friday at work and studying. Blehhhh. Yes, kill me now I know. Lamest Friday night ever. But I really didn't feel like doing anything either, so it kind of worked out. Or at least, it was my own fault I was bored. Chantelle and Austin and I watched The Fugitive and my love for Harrison Ford slash hatred for Tommy Lee Jones {not as an actor, but just as a character. He's a terrific actor, but his characters are always trying to kill my men! Not cool Tommy...} was rekindled once more.

My one other even remotely fun thing from this weekend was on Saturday night. Early in the evening, Bryce texted me and asked what I was doing. He ended up coming over that night and watched part of Bourne Supremacy? Ultimatum? whatever the second one is called, I've never seen it, with me, Chantelle, Paul and Kelsey (? Maybe it was Alyssa... they're sort of interchangeable sometimes). But we kind of just ended up watching YouTube videos and chatting throughout it. After Paul left and my roommates went to bed {and Bourne ended}, Bryce and I watched Best of SNL videos till midnight. It was funny, but SNL is kind of awkward/sketchy sometimes. I laughed really hard at those parts. Bryce did not. Yikes.

Bryce also wants to take Dance 184 together next semester. Of course, like all BYU dance classes, there's no openings, but we're just gonna try to add it on the first day of classes. {Except that didn't go over so well if you recall last year's experience that turned me into this.} So we'll see if that ends up happening...

Sorry everyone. I just got really behind on life. I'm still trying to find my footing. And instead of trying to play catch-up for the whole two months I was gone for, I'm just going to start from right now. Well, sort of.

PS: Things with Jake went absolutely nowhere. He was a weirdy and wants to be an actor as a real profession?? Yeah, that's going nowhere.

So now finals are coming up. Kill me now. And it snowed all weekend. And it's supposed to all this week. Okay seriously, kill me now. The only good thing in my life is Bryce. This is the part where I'll play catch-up for a little bit. Oh and Christmas is coming. That's good too.
 
So Bryce is this guy from my dance class. I didn't really meet him until about a month and a half ago. Like, we'd talked before, but nothing really substantial. The typical "Where are you from? What's your major" whole shindig. After all, it is a dance class.

Wednesday. He asked me if I wanted to go see Divine Comedy with him that next Friday. Totally randomly out of the blue. But I was more than happy to accommodate, basically because I love Divine Comedy.

Friday. So, long story short, we ended up going to Humor U that weekend instead. But still it was so much fun. We went to Denny's afterwards for hot chocolate, it was just an all around fun date.

Saturday. So then that next morning was DanceSport and basically our entire class was competing. So in between rounds and such we'd hang out with other people from our class. To make this extremely long story short too, my partner and I, and Bryce and his partner, along with 3 other couples from our class made it to the quarterfinals that night.  Bryce drove me home after the competition that morning; Bryce drove me back to the competition that evening; Bryce stayed with me for the entire competition just because I wanted to stay and I didn't want to be alone; Bryce drove me home again that night.

Now we'll make the rest of this reeeeeeeeeally short.

Thursday. Bryce went with Chantelle, Austin, and I to New Moon at 3:30am the night/morning it came out.

Friday. He missed our dance test the next day because we got back from New Moon at 5:45am and his alarm didn't
go off. :( I felt terrible.

Sunday. He invited me over to a movie night at his apartment that next Sunday and we watched Field of Dreams in a love sac with two of his roommates.
Tuesday. Thanksgiving break. We texted all throughout Thanksgiving Day, Black Friday, and the BYU Utah game.

Wednesday. I had been working on a dumb PR project for a month straight and my group was slacking off. I sort of had a mental breakdown in dance class that morning. He was really sweet and just kept reassuring me that it wasn't the end of the world and it would be done with in like 2 days when I turned it in. Then he invited me to go see Divine Comedy that Friday (for real this time, he already had the tickets). I thought that was kind of cheap. Yes, please. Take advantage of a girl and her Friday nights because she is emotionally compromised and you were there to be the big strong man and comfort her... Not that I complained that much....

Wednesday night. I swore I saw him in the Leebrary, but when I called out his name and he didn't turn around, I texted him and told him he was a jerk for ignoring me. Yep, I was really embarrassed when he told me he wasn't in the library... He asked what I was still doing in the library and I told him I was working on that dumb project. Then he texted me back with "No. Stop. No more working. You need a break. I'm coming to kidnap you." And he did. We went and got Frosty's at Wendy's and ended up talking for another 2 1/2 hours in his car. So freezing, but really fun. Needless to say I got zero more work done that night.

Friday. Divine Comedy for real. So hilarious and so much fun. We sat with our friend/my Dancesport partner Zack and his date. And Bryce almost caught me a DC shirt, he had it in his hand and everything. Stupid man behind us.

Every Monday Wednesday and Friday. Sometimes we don't switch partners when we're sposed to... And that's never my fault. He's the one that's sposed to switch. He says he's just lazy, but he really just wants to dance with me.
 
So that's my life right now. Tomorrow is our last dance class and our Social Dance lab that night. Bryce will for sure be there. And we're probably going to dance the entire time. I'm already sposed to save him 4 dances. 


Song of the Day: Hey Soul Sister by Train. Yes they're back. And I love it. Such a wonderful song. And it will be stuck in your head for the next 4.3 days now. Ha. Ha.

So this weekend was fabuloso. {I know its Wednesday now, sorry it took me forever to post about it} Seriously. So good.

Friday was boring. The end.
Saturday I went to Divine Comedy with Chantelly. Holy canoli, it was good. We got a ridiculous amount of Glo Sticks. And they're STILL glowing. Go DC. The show wasn't as good as the "Best Of" Show last Winter, but still great. They did have new people this time. And sick people. So those are my excuses for it not being as good.

Sunday we had Ward Conference. And I fell asleep during part of Sacrament Meeting {whoopsie}, but Alyssa and I were in the Ward Choir and we sang "I'm Trying to Be Like Jesus". The best part of that was our FHE Papa-Bear Justin was sitting in the front row, looking like an excited little puppy dog, practically drooling over us, smiling so largely and loving every minute of our performance. People like that make me so incredibly happy.
 Oh, bad part of Sunday, it looks like my friend the foreigner has a new gf. Yeah... Yuck. And they don't even fit together. She's like old and graduated and already has a career. And he's, um, not? Anyway, they're just plain icky together. 
But after church, I came home and made the darlingest shortbread cookies for this Sugar&Spice Dessert Party that my friend Lauren hosted that night. Seriously. If there was a pastry prize for being cute, these cookies would have won by a landslide. At the party, I met tons of cool people. Sorta felt like being with the Aristocracy of BYU because it was *holds up pinky finger* in a Condo, South of campus. But they were like, ridiculously friendly aristocracy {an oxymoron, no?} But there was one guy in particular who was super cool... {didn't you see it coming? of course, it's always about a guy!}
His name was Jordan who just got off a mission in Louisiana {but he didn't serve in Kelsey's ward, I asked} and is living like two apartment complexes away from me. He's 6'5" (which I totally didn't believe till I made him stand up. Then I believed) so that makes him easily the tallest man I've ever seen. He's annoyed with the people in his ward and wants to branch out and hang with other people that don't live in his complex {oh. you mean, like "muah" for instance?!} And he likes chick flicks, but hasn't seen many. The Notebook or A Walk to Remember included. {thinking in my brain... Potential Dates #2 and #4}. He loves basketball and my shortbread cookies and I guess he used to have long hair (kind of Sam-esque, right? I know, I'm being wary don't worry). His dad was the mish pres in Washington somewhere so he spent 3 of his 4 high school years there. He did drama a lot in high school and is thinking about majoring in Comms or Information Systems. He saw the Proposal last week and was shocked that I hadn't seen it or Dan in Real Life {PDs #3 and #5}. He knows my friend Corin from Hanford {they're in the same FHE}. And he said he would take me to the Cornbelly's Corn Maze this week {PD #1} because, being from Utah, he couldn't believe that I hadn't been to that either. He also drove me home because I needed a ride and he lived so close. And we're friends on Fakebook as of yesterday. 

But yesterday I texted him asking when we were gonna go the Corn Maze.
Here's our textersation
J: Yeah, I hate to be the pooper but this week isn't gonna work, but the weekend may.
H: Oh ok. That's alright. I'm actually kinda relieved, my week is insane.
{that is a LIE. yes my week is insane, but I was really looking forward to this...}
J: Here is to insane weeks, cheers
H: Haha thanks you too!
J: Well I hope your week goes extremely well. Got alot of tests?
RED FLAG! I hate when people can't spell "a. lot.". It's 2 words. Not that difficult.
H: Well just one test, but two papers and I'm coming down with something. Probably a cold.
J: What?! That sucks, I have to read alot {grrrrr....} and start to get ready for tests in two weeks cause they will stink
H: Eew. I'm so sorry. Psh. School is ridiculous. I'm actually thinkin of running away from it soon. You wanna come?
J: I may be in that idea after the semester
H: Oh see I was thinking like next week :P
J: Sorry, won't be able to do that. Gotta truck on for a bit longer.
I don't think he understood the flirtatious nature of the ":P" face...
H: Oh boo. Good for you. Way to be motivated.
J: You could be too
H: Maybe. But do I really want to be is the real question...
J: Oh come on. It might be fun once you are over the flu  
I said I had a cold... ??
H: We'll see... Anyway good luck with your crazy week!
J: Word. Have a good night!

The last text was me basically giving up on this boy. I feel like he might just be a flake maybe... but he did say we might go this weekend.... Ugh. Your thoughts?

Song of the Day: I'm hooked on The Script again. They have an older, unreleased song called "Live Like We're Dying" that has become Kris Allen's newest single. But I like The Script version better. :)

So this weekend. Epic to say the least. I adore Conference. And I officially consider myself a grown up because for the first time since I can remember, I did not once play Conference Bingo. Sad, but it felt good to grow up and take notes like the rest of the adult world.

But PRIOR to Conference weekend, awkward story number one on Friday my friend/love of my teenage life Josh came out for Conference with his fam. He'd been saying for like the past month that when he came out for Conference, he'd stop by our apt for a visit. But Chantelle told me not to have much faith in him. He is sort of a flake when it comes to stuff like that. He said he'd call in the afternoon. So I waited... and waited... and didn't go to the library because I was waiting... and didn't go to the BYU vs. Real Salt Lake soccer game with my roommates because I was waiting... and didn't do any homework because I was waiting... I just sat on my couch and watched wedding shows bad idea number one when you're waiting for the love of your life to call you. Finally, as I'm walking to the football game, he texts me. Asks if he can come over after the game. I should have known. The game was fabulous though. I went with Alyssa and we had an awesome time together. Just the two of us. A fab roommate date. :)

So then he came over that night. With his gf. And it was strange. Because seriously, as excited as I was to see him, I also kinda sorta just barely got over him. And that was rough enough. So that sucked. And his gf was gorgeous and perfect and fun and awesome and cool and everything I really didn't want her to be. And that sucked too.


Awkward story number two. This afternoon, I started walking to the Honors Reading Section of the Leebrary instead of my regular Periodicals section because I was tired of stairs and wanted a comfier chair. Just before I get to the marshmallow-comfy chairs, I saw him. My friend Ross. Well, um, ex-friend? Anyway I haven't seen him yet since coming back to school. And I've been super anxious to see him. Kind of nervous, kind of excited because I still think he's gorgeous, but he's also engaged. So anyway I thought I was going to throw up from excitement/disgust/adrenaline rush/whatever happened inside of me when he looked up and {probably} saw me too, so instead I made a b-line for the not-so-comfy-but-still-okayish chairs in the new No Shh Zone. I still feel used every time I think about him. And I'm super worried that he's going to walk right around that corner and come talk to me. Eew.

Maybe I should just start walking to class now and totally avoid him altogether.... Hmmmm.....

No, not the band. Psh I wish. That'd be the day...
So today was a great day. {Do I only post on GREAT days? Maybe...} I went to classes. No that wasn't the great part. That part was just okay.

**Oh, and rewind a little bit. My friend, the hot one from a foreign place remember him?? Yeah, me too. :} Anyway I found out that his name's Aaron. He had surgery last Friday and he's still achy from it. Basically he hasn't been able to eat any real food for the past week.

So I took him a Jamba Juice after I got out of class today. He invited me in to his apartment, and we ended up just chatting about literally everything under the sun, for close to an hour and a half. :) The best part was, I started out talking about my awkward date from last weekend, and he said, {and this is pretty much a word for word quote} "I judge all my relationships by the depth of the conversation. Like what you talk about says a lot about how you connect and feel about a person." {Okay now this is the good part...} We ended up talking about politics, our dreams & aspirations, marriage, where we want to travel, our career expectations, and our families' histories. Talk about deep convo, right? It makes me smile just thinking about it. :)



**I'm sorry this post is so crazy and spastic. I haven't written in a while...
And about that. I apologize for that too. Blogger hated me for a while and wouldn't even let me so much as look at my blog. Yeah. Ridiculous, right?
Mmmmm what else is going on... Life is getting crazy with midterms and such. So I honestly don't know when the next post'll be. Hopefully in less than a month... But no promises.

Song of the Week: Straight Through My Heart by BSB
Yes they're back. And I'm once again in love. Such SUCH a great song. They're music vid is about vampires. mmmmmmm my fave...

Hahahaha today ROCKED! Yep. And it's not even over.
Oh, aside from the 8 year anniversary of September 11th. That's not epic. Well, not in a good way at least. But at least I didn't ignore it like Google. Hosers. Probably because it's run by terrorists. Did I just say that out loud??

Anyway let's get to the goods. So this morning. Good thing number 1) I woke up. and I wasn't exhausted. :) Good thing number 2) I'm sore from Commando the other night. Now, I complain about this one, but it's like the good kind of sore. The "ooooh I actually did something with my life" kind of sore. :) Good thing number 3) So, this sort of should be a bad thing. The total creep that's in my dance class and my Comms 101 class and group project (blehhhhhhh) came in to class and sat right next to me. Just like I knew he would. Sick. But then Mister Cutie-Patootie-Class-Clown-who's-a-terrible-dancer-but-tries-super-hard came and sat on the other side of me. :) great excuse not to talk to the creep, huh? Good thing number 4)We learned all the figures for Cha Cha. WOO. HOO. Although I should be kinda sad about this, I'm totally not. I LOOOOOOOOOORVE me some Cha Cha. And the boys that I think are the most creepy in class are actually pretty decent dancers. So we have really cute funny sucky dancers, and really great dancers that are weirdies. It's a good mix.Good thing number 5) Okay you'll never EVER believe this- we danced to Lady Gaga "Just Dance" AND "Circus" by Britney Spears.In the same class. Oh my wonderful it was the most amazing thing ever. I've been listening to those two songs today and just loving the fact that I can CHA CHA to them. Good thing number 6) After class Mister Cutie-Patootie told me he was gonna ask out one of the other girls in the class. Which was odd that he was telling me. But whatever. He was cute, and I like conversation. But then these are pretty much his exact words (just so you get a feel for how strangely I felt about this): "So, this is like, my only chance, right? Right. Okay. But she's still practicing with that other guy... And I have another class across campus right now... What's your number?" I was mildly shocked and had to laugh. Of course I gave him my number, because, after all, he IS Mister Cutie-Patootie. He said he might call me or text me this weekend. Yay? If he doesn't, I might just puncture his spleen with the heel of my dance shoes. Good thing number 7) I went to Pita Pit for the first time EVER for lunch today with an old friend from Freshman year. And it was absolutely yummers. Good thing number 8) Tonight is gonna be so epic it's unbelievable. There are literally ten different dance parties/luaus/toga parties/cocktail(mocktail) parties going on tonight. Emily and I and anyone else who things they're brave enough to hang with us are just gonna go party hop tonight. :)
I'll have to blog tomorrow about the epicness of tonight. But first, I need to eat something. Anyone want to feed me?

So yeah, of course BYU is pretty much awesome. But I don't really have much to say other than that. But I guess maybe I should update you on the daily stuff that I do sometimes....


Okay fine you've convinced me. Besides, I miss talking to ya'll!
Yes one of my roommates is from Texas thank you for asking.

OKAY! Roommate sound off. :)

one. tayler
two. ashley
three. kelsey
four. alyssa
five. chantelle
six. h. {that's me}**

Together we are.... TAKACH! Okay so that sounds kinda weird, but I was just really excited that we had two vowel-names and our names actually COULD spell something. But there's lotsa possibilites. Chatka, Katach, Hackta, Hatack, Cathka, Thacka, waaaay too many to count. {actually, isn't it just like 6! ? gross!! Math person in my head coming out!!}
Anyway I love us. On Monday me and Eliesa and Chantell and Kenna and Ashley went to a Zumba class. Please view exhibit A.


Oh my GOSH everyone should go take a Zumba class at least once in their life. It's like aerobic dancing, but to "world and Caribbean music", whatever that means. It was just like Latinish/salsaish/cuban actionish aerobic movement to Latin/Spanish/Cuban music. {We did it to Poker Face too, which was AWESOME because you could sing along.} I'm still sore from it. And it's Thursday. Last night we all sat in Kelsey and Alyssa's room and just chatted for a while about funny things. This morning we all {minus Kelsey :( because she had an 8 o'clock class} went to the gym in the RB. And it was almost the death of me. I benchpressed the bar, yes I have no muscles, and did some leg workout stuff too. So this morning as I was blow drying my hair, my arms were shaking because they were so soooooore!!! Ridiculous I know.

Let's see........ what else.......

OH! I taught Sunday School last week. As much as I was dreading it, I felt like it didn't go too terribly awful. And I think, maybe, if that was my calling...... I might not cry about it? Hopefully my bishop doesn't like blogging. Or know what it is. Keep your fingers crossed for me.
And in my Sunday school class, there was this hot man from a foreign place... except we forgot his name. But he's smokin hot. And I called tap-tap. :}
Well, I forgot though, I gave up my tap-tap.


Song of the Day: Lady Gaga "Paparazzi". I love it when I discover Lady Gaga songs before they're severely overplayed on the radio. Oh, and when they're good. :) It's just fun. Me gusta.