first, sorry I'm a terrible blogger.
not that anyone reads these posts, I just feel like I've let down an invisible friend out there somewhere.
so, I'm sorry. my life is ultra boring, so I've had little to say.

even today's post is a bit rant-ish. or needy.
or something like that.
who knows if this even stays public, so be glad you're reading it while you can.

second, I want to give a birthday shout out to Prince William.
he's 30 years old today.
Happy Birthday, Prince William.

and because my mother and I {and probly my dear friend Jani, if she'd ever admit to it} are closet royal stalkers, I read an article this morning on the birthday party Kate is throwing for him, and another one on his life as prince. my favorite part of the second article was that when they're not busy being royals, William and Kate mostly just stay at home and watch TV shows on Netflix! they also fly on low-cost airlines when they go on vacation, and they go on dates to the movies. okay seriously - how awesome is that?! they're most likely going to be the king and queen of England someday and they're okay with being normal about things!!

I mean, the article points out that they do it because they are very aware of the publicity stunts some of their younger siblings like to get involved in, but I like to believe that they're just happy being together.


and that's what I want. someone who will be okay with just sitting around the house and watching TV shows with me for hours on end. sure, it's a waste of time, but it's an adorable waste of time.

I want someone who will be okay with having pasta for dinner every day {because goodness knows that's not changing anytime soon}.
someone who will eat those stupid little french fry tidbits that totally aren't worth my time so I can stop feeling guilty about not eating them.
someone who will calmly respect me when I say that I hate the gym, and then throw me over his shoulder and make me go anyway.
and someone to teach me how all those crazy machines at the gym work.
someone who will throw me surprise parties. and help me throw parties for other people.
someone who will drive fast, but won't leave the driveway until my seat belt is on.
someone who thinks I'm still cute even when I'm mad or stressed -- because I know it happens far too often.
someone who will fix all my electronics, or at least try to.
someone who will help me be a fun mommy.
and someone who will acknowledge the fact that I'm terrible at most sports, but will try to teach me anyway.
someone I can dance with {I don't even care if he's terrible}.
someone who loves my family.
someone who will never ever fight with me about Apple vs PC products.
someone who isn't intimidated by the fact that I have crazy outlandish dreams of a future career at Google or Facebook or Apple -- or maybe even start my own company someday??
someone who will be proud of me when I make {sort of} crafty things from Pinterest.
and, of course, someone who will take me to the temple.
someone I can be a total dork with, but will still get dressed up and go with me to fancy luncheons or receptions or galas -- because I definitely see a lot of those in my future. not even kidding.
someone capable of having a civil conversation about politics and who will let me know when I start to get feisty about it.
someone who will be a good father. someone very much like my daddy.
someone who won't make me watch Lord of the Rings.
and someone who will weed the yard so I never ever have to.

and that's all I'm asking for.

for now, I love the royals. :)

I'm currently driving to my home-sweet-home right now. so this post will be short and sweet.

two nights ago I had a crazy dream.

Merry {belated} Christmas everyone!!
Yeah, sorry. There was no way I was posting on Christmas Eve/Day.

But I did have some really crazy dreams the past two nights.

Two nights ago {Christmas Eve}: Yes, I had my first Twilight Dream. So this dream took place somewhere in the middle of Breaking Dawn {sort of}. It was like, post-Bella & Edward's wedding, but pre-pregnant Bella. For the first part of the dream, I was Bella {eeew...}. And Edward had left again. Like for real, he filed for divorce and just peaced out. I remember feeling so empty inside and hating the world and feeling literally depressed. Then I guess I decided that being a divorced & depressed Bella was boring, because then I switched to this other girl, maybe myself. And there was this really hot military/football playing vampire named.... erm... I actually don't know his name. It was a name like Carliste, but it was like Malcolm or Jefferson or something weird like that. He had curly blonde hair, super tan, and prolly like 6'3" or 6'4". Yum. Anyway we started hitting it off really well, so I started following him and the rest of the vamps around meadows and forests and stuff. The only really vivid thing I remember about that dream was the hot guy. :)

Last night {Christmas Day}: So in this dream, I was preggo- And I HATE preggo dreams. I'm always really huge and really uncomfortable and I really didn't want to be preggo in the first place. But in this dream, I kind of looked like Juno. And then, I was like this Oregonian environmentalist/vegan crazy {sorry for any of you Oregonians or treehuggers, that's just not my style} and I decided that I wouldn't bathe for the nine months I was preggers for. Erm..... eww!! And then, on top of the not bathing part, I decided that I was going to live in a mud pit. Sicko! So then, the time came for me to have the baby, I went to this super ghetto looking shack of a hospital {fear #1}, I had to have a C-Section {fear #2}, my grandma was going to perform the operation!! {fear #um... 45? that one was just weird}. Not that I don't love my grandma desperately, but she CANNOT , under any circumstances, operate on me! On top of that, the whole reason I had to have a C-section was because my, erm, lady parts, had been safety-pinned shut! Yes. It just went there.
Part two. I was on this reality t.v. show sort of thing. With *NSYNC. *sigh* If only.... Five girls were each paired up with a member of *NSYNC, except Justin had been replaced by some other weirdo because he was {prolly} too busy bringing sexy back or guest hosting SNL. But of course, I was paired up with Chris, the boring and fat one. Bleh. So anyway, I don't know how the show actually worked, but there were dance challenges mainly, but also singing competitions, and catwalk contests {?!?!?!?}. The guys competed against one another, and the girls were competing against the other girls. Joey was totally losing, but definitely having the most fun, and Lance was really really femme, but dominated the catwalk {kind of hilariously though}. And JC was just taking everything waaaaaay too seriously and was always really hardcore. Chris was, erm, boring. I lost in like the third round, but they kept me on the show because Chris needed a partner.... ??

Interpretations? Ha. Be my guest.

Two good updates:
1) I FINALLY got in to my Dance 380 class! So now I've got exactly enough credits to keep my scholarship, none of my classes conflict, 20 hours of work a week, and I'm just IN a dance class. Go team.
2) I'm going to see Sherlock Holmes in an hour and a half with my fam. WOO. HOO. So excited. My baby sister {by baby I mean 15 years old...} is also developed a similar love-interest with Jude Law lately since we watched The Holiday a few days ago, so that should be fun to bond over.

Weirdest dream EVER. This happened like 2 weeks ago.
So I was auditioning for the School of Dance at BYU in this dance studio. My mom was there trying to help me and coach me and such. I couldn’t do much, considering I haven’t danced in FOREVER. Like seriously danced anyway, like ballet-style. But I didn’t do ballet anymore so I had on Jazz pants and jazz shoes instead of ballet shoes and a leotard/tights. I was almost physically incapable of pointing my foot. Which was weird.
So then Josh was there…. Auditioning for the School of Magic (?!?) at BYU. Yeah, since we have one of those…. As I’m trying to practice for the audition, Josh grabbed my hand while I’m doing a pirouette and spins me forever. But somehow it worked, and it looked cool.
So we ended up auditioning together… Since magic and dance coincide for some reason… Whatever. And I think I was daydreaming in my dream because then we flashed forward like 10 years in the future where Josh was this amazing famous magician and I was his assistant, but I was like ballerina-ing across the stage while he was doing magic tricks.

Then, as part of the audition maybe, the ballerinas were asked to pose like different Neoclassical statues. I posed like this statue of Mary that (in my dream) I recognized and knew, but now that I think about it, there are zero statues like that I remember from my humanities and music 202 classes. And apparently I was super flexible because I could do all these great things and poses. And I was a significantly better dancer in my dream. Like, even when I messed up or wasn’t as good as the others, I could still make it look good and clean and artistic.
So then the audition ended, and Josh started walking away with this man that looked like Stromboli from Pinocchio, but he was like the master magician and Josh was his apprentice.
And that was it. Weird, huh? I told K and C about it. It was just funny to think of Josh as a magician.


So dream number 2. This one happened last night.
So that TV show "House", that I have never seen in my life, yeah I was in it. It was like my life. So I had this hole in my arm that looked like I'd just had a blood test or donated blood, but it never went away, and I constantly had to wear one of those colored tape things around my arm holding a cotton swab there to keep it from bleeding all the time. So Dr. House came and looked at it, and told his assistant/nurse person that there was something he could try, but that I wouldn't like it. He was going to "vaccinate me to death", but then hopefully it wouldn't really kill me.

Then jump forward to like the streets of New York where Ross had to find my crazy zoologist uncle and get a stuffed animal koala bear and bring it to me so that I wouldn't die. Jump back to the hospital- so I was laying on this operating table, and they would give me a shot in the hole-in-my-arm, and then have me read this card out loud to see if I could still function or whatever. Except my voice sounded like Anne Hathaway's... Outside of my room, my sister, aka Jenessa from my ward (what the heck?!) was just like chillin' waiting for Ross to come with the koala plushie. After like 10+ shots, my mouth started to droop on one side and I couldn't control it, kind of like novacaine. Everyone started to freak out and hook me up to all these machines so I wouldn't die... Then Ross showed up with the stuffed koala and all was well again. Except I still sounded like Anne Hathaway. And then Ross was like holding hands and canoodling with my sister/Jenessa and I was really really sad. Like crying status. Then in my head I was thinking like, "what the heck, why did I ever think I had a chance with him?! I should have guessed he was in love with Jenessa this whole time." Even when I woke up, I was thinking that, like super depressed and being sad that Ross loved Jenessa and not me (LOL).

And that was it. Actually, that's not it, I've had weirdish dreams like this for the past like week and a half. In one of them I was like on The Amazing Race/Endurance (hahaha Jaime!! our favorite show!) or something along those lines. Don't really remember that one though. But seriously. They're weeeeeird.