So, a few of my most favorite blogs have a little something extra for their readers to look forward to. For example, Jenna Kim Jones has Midweek pop music pick-me-ups on Wednesdays and fake rumors every once in a while. Those are my fave!! I look forward to them every week. So I'm, uh, sort of copying Ms. Jenna and starting... Music Tuesdays!

It's gonna be a big deal.

I figure, if iTunes can do it, so can I. And Song of the Week is becoming Song of Whenever-I-Feel-Like-I-Have-a-Song-I-Want-All-Five-of-my-Readers-to-Hear-and-Love-too. With that exact title, I promise. This way, I'm force to find the new music, go through my iTunes and decide which songs I actually love {and possibly delete some of my really boring stuff}. And of course, share them with you lovelies. :)

Starting...... now.

I was halfway tempted to make "Tik Tok" by Ke$ha the first Music Tuesday song, because I'm pretty sure if I ever tried to make a rap/R&B song, I would sound JUST;like her. But uh, less promiscuous of course. Just goes to show you that whoever said really white Valley Girls couldn't be gangsta too was lyyyyyyyyyyying.


Nevertheless {PS that would might never be used again in this blog. It only needed to be done once. Check that one off my list.}, I couldn't bring myself to do it. And I guarantee half of you are judging me right now for even considering it. Tough luck, cream puff. It happens. Instead, I've chosen "Haven't Met You Yet" by Michael Bubbles. I mean Buble. Yes, I am very Mormon, thank you. But seriously, as much as I am not a huge fan of Mr. Bubbles, I do love this song. It's catchy and cute and wonderful. And he calls his mystery significant other "Kid"!! Please tell me that's not adorable???!!?!? Anyways, great song, to listen to or sing in the shower {which is one of my main criterium for favorite songs}{is criterium a word??? I feel like it should be...}


Anyways, that's it folks. Love it or leave it. Except don't leave please. Kthanks. :)

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.

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.....