3 years ago

3 years ago I had bone spurs removed from my heels.
An entire summer spent on the couch, and a year of physical therapy.
After all this I was supposedly better. They are always stiff before a run, or any physical activity for that matter, and I have to be extra careful when shoe shopping.

Tomorrow, I have another visit with my podiatrist. Why? Well, the pain is back.
About 2 weeks ago while simply walking to my apartment I felt the pain. A sharp stabbing ache in my left heel. Ohhhhh gooood.....

I made an appointment with the doctor who performed my surgeries and tomorrow I see him.

I'm praying that the bone spur isn't growing back, or even worse that I tore or snapped something.


Wish me luck

Life Lately

It's been much too long since I've written here... But, I've been semi-busy/completely distracted with my life lately.

I love my new job. It's fast paced, busy, and challenging. I love the people I work with, and have made some very best friends. I have a steady schedule where I can leave exactly when I'm scheduled to. Instead of staying 4 hours later... It's a great fit for me.

I've been trying to get in to school. And, I'm about to quit and become a seamstress. (ha) 

BYU won't take me. Did anyone know that you have to have a 3.8 GPA to transfer to BYU? What student in their right mind keeps a GPA that high in college? I sure don't. UVU is making it awfully difficult to apply there. I thought that place was practically open enrollment... See my predicament? Thus my desire to become a seamstress.

My husband is fantastic. We have a great time being married. We play lots of video games, watch a lot of netflix, and eat out a lot. One day I'll learn how to cook. (Cooking would however be easier if a standard size cookie sheet or a 9x13 pan would fit in my elf sized oven...) We go on drives, buy new cars, and try to get by.  He lets me go on shopping trips with my friends, and I let him play computer games.

We decided the other day that Halloween isn't as fun when you're married without kids. No fun parties to meet lots of people, no trick-or-treating, no home made decorations or carving pumpkins. Well, I suppose we could do the last two things, but heaven knows I am not of the crafty type, and my skin is highly allergic to pumpkin guts. Go me. 

We are however, (mostly me) excited for Christmas!

I can't wait to throw up lights and set up the tree. (the hand me down tree from my home ward activities committee.) 

My husband thinks he knows how much I like Christmas... 

It's gonna be so great around here!

60 DAYS

The Happenings

Well, as my announcement to the cyber world.... I QUIT OLD NAVY. Isn't it about time? It sure was for me. I turned in my two weeks about a week ago, and have 2 remaining shifts at that crazy place. I left on semi-good terms, and well, I'm more than thrilled to be out of there. My entire attitude has changed. I didn't realize how badly it was bringing me down to work in an environment that I hated. With my new job, training for nearly 9 hours a day, even that has cheered me up. I'm even running again. Old Navy was such a downer. I am however, more than grateful for the experiences, and the 3 years of employment there. Without Old Navy, I wouldn't have met Husband, I wouldn't have met my Annie, The Grinch, and so many more of my very best friends. I wouldn't have had a job that worked around my school and sport schedule in high school, and allowed me to transfer back and forth when I went to school in Idaho. My 3 years there was such a blessing, but it was time for me to grow up and have new experiences. I am ready for change.

In other news...

I watched Legacy yesterday. What a blessing the pioneers were to all of us here. I really need to get to the temple more often. 

Running up the hill to my apartment is a big joke. My legs nearly fall off every time.

So like, Clueless is on Netflix. So fat. 

William asked me last night if he could spend $150 on books. I asked him which ones. They are all related to programming, games design and graphics. He was like a kid asking Santa Clause when he was telling me about them. I clearly married a nerd. So adorable. 

I'm making dinner tonight. Everyone wish me luck that things don't explode or light on fire...

William bought me 2 video games last night. Fable III and Project Gotham Racing III. I am highly addicted to both. 

It's times like these when I'm more than grateful to have my best friend around. Every night. Every day.
I'm grateful he supports my choices and looks after me in everything.

He's really the best

School is now in sessions

 Will's school supplies consisted of notebooks, pens, pencils erasers and a stapler, I got a box of 96 crayons, and Barbie, Disney Princess, and Scooby Doo coloring books.
I believe I got the better half.


On another note-
$35 of make-up for $5

$60 of groceries and school supplies for $7
We're still living off gift cards and we're still loving it.

A dinner date gone so very wrong

Using one of our many gift cards we received to a few restaurants, Will and I decided to go to Outback last night, seeing as we both had the day off of work.
It went rather well, and my food tasted oh so good. Like always.
We came home and lounged for a while. laid in bed and talked for a long time.
As I was getting tired, Will got up to go work on a new app he's making, and I fell asleep.

A couple hours later I woke up completely sick to my stomach. Thinking I would be okay, I laid in bed for a while, trying to get more sleep.
I then realized what was happening, and I ran straight for the bathroom. I did that countless times last night, and even a couple times this morning.

Will was so sweet to me. Leaving me be while I was in the bathroom and desired no company. And holding me close and doing everything I asked while I was out.

I still feel awful. Will was so sweet. And I'm never going to the Outback again.

Oh Ryan

I've watched this probably 6 times.
It's just too funny

It's a good thing he's handsome and swims fast.

On Campus Life

Much like the on campus life in Rexburg, quiet hours are enforced and cars must be registered to park over night.

Unlike Rexburg however, and something I surprisingly didn't notice my entire life, there are always runners around campus. No matter what time of day.

Driving to work at 7:50 this morning, there were at least 4 runners every block on both sides of the street. That is, until I left campus. Then Bam. No more runners.

This evening, when I decided to run, and ran for a mere 30 minutes, I passed 12 runners.

Go BYU.

You would think they would have a better track team from this observation.

Old and Married

And nickle city is still our favorite date night. the air hockey score is now 5-5... Sad I know. I had a bad night.

And we purchased slime and a boomerang with our 699 tickets.

Married Student Ward

Well, at least it's not as quiet as a singles ward....

Will and I, totally lost when we arrived at church this morning at 7:55 a.m.(and yes, our church really does start at 8.) had to track down a random bishop and then the stake presidency to find our ward and their location in the massive building.

After tracking them down and walking in late to a combined lesson of relief society/priesthood, we learned an awful lot simply by observation.
The bishop is fantastic. He won't shove baby making down our throats and wishes for the both of us to finish our college education.
People react in 3 different ways when new members arrive in the ward.
1. They welcome you cheerfully and converse politely with you.
2. They stare at you when you're not looking and avert their eyes when you look back.
3. They stare at you whether you're looking or not and refuse to break that stare for anything.

Church wasn't as bad as we anticipated. And we even made friends. 'insert fist bump'

However, I have yet to experience relief society on my own, and have yet to receive a calling.

Well, the wedding is finally over, and the honeymoon has resentfully concluded. And I'm pooped.

My wedding day was happy. Very very happy. Perhaps I will upload pictures. If I can figure that out.
Everything ran very smoothly, and the only glitch was that my music didn't sync to my ipod. Thank goodness for 16 year old brothers who are willing to skip out on a little wedding to drive home to fix the issue.

We left in a car covered in sticky notes(some of them were more than just inappropriate)
and we came home to an apartment with 5 unpacked boxes and a bed. Classy.

We woke early the next morning to start the horribly long, 22 hour drive to Lake Travis, Texas.

After a long drive with some rather eventful happenings, we arrived at the beautiful resort ready to play.

We made some great friends, literally swam with the fishies, fed llamas, deer, goats and sheep, saw the new Batman(99% perfect. Had Anne Hathaway not contaminated the movie, it would have been a solid 100) I tried a lot of food exclusive to the Texas area. (I highly recommend whataburger. It'll put all you in-n-out lovers to shame) And we both left with sunburnt shoulders and arms.
All in all a successful trip.

Our apartment has no air conditioning, dishwasher, or microwave. The tv sits on the floor(big cheer for Sharissa) Will has his gaming corner set up nicely in the back room. Our floor is covered with boxes and bags still needing unpacked. Our bedroom has nothing but a bed. 3 very loud fans are running constantly.
It's small and it's not perfect, but we are perfectly happy.

10 Days

10 days and counting... It's coming up so soon.
When we first got engaged and set the date, July 14th didn't seem so far away. But as time went by, it seemed like the day would never come. 6 months is much to long. And now, it's only 10 days away.
Things still need to be done, we aren't 100 percent ready, but we will be.
We start moving in to the apartment on Friday.
I'm so excited.
I'm so nervous.
I didn't think the nerves would come. I've known for a long time this is what I wanted. I still know without a doubt that it's the right decision. But, right or wrong, it's a huge decision. The biggest one I will ever have to make. And I'm nervous.
There isn't cold feet, just nerves.
This day is coming a lot like graduating high school did. It was always in the distance, something I knew would happen to me one day. But something that was so far away that I never really thought about it. And then, before I knew it, I was standing in line backstage waiting to hear my name called.
I knew I would get married. Just never this soon.
And then I knew I would marry Will, it just seemed like it was always so far away.
And it's next Saturday.
I'm in love, I'm excited, but boy am I nervous.

17 days. Good thing I'm not actually 17

I apologize for my long absences. Wedding planning is not as fun as it sounds. Especially when there aren't sparkles and fluff around.

All I've been doing with my life is working, planning for this beast, spending a small time with my family, and what seems to be an even smaller time with my fiance.

Work is grand. Full of folding other peoples messes and taking other peoples money that you can't actually have. It's rather disheartening when a lady makes a purchase bigger than your next pay check.
Cashiering isn't too bad though. That is, until you have an old lady come through the line that you think can comprehend less of what you are saying than a Mexican woman with three screaming children. But, you only think that until the next person in your line is a Mexican woman with three screaming children.

Mattress shopping was thrilling... Who would have thought springs with a cushion on top would be so horribly expensive. Lucky for us we found a deal. We also found out that Will likes the mattress that is stiffer than rocks. Good thing those are the expensive ones. The cheaper they get the farther you sink. We should probably just sleep on the floor and skip the mattress altogether.

Last night was Will's only night off. So naturally we went out on the town.... To Trafalga mini-gold and nickle city. Woot.
It really was fun though. Stupid arcade games are my thing. They also have an air-hockey table. The game count as of last night is now, Brenna-4 Will-3.

Along with working and planning, I've been spending a little time out in the sun. Gotta get my tan on for the wedding right? Wrong. I have eczema. Eczema spots don't tan. So, the old eczema spots are now white spots, and the new spots are pink. I look filthy. The new Pig-Pen from Charlie Brown.

Happy End of June to all of you. Hopefully your July will be as good as mine will.

Bridal Shower-5 weeks

Yesterday, thrown by lovely ladies who are more than amazing, I was given my first bridal shower. 

Chick food really is the best, especially when you're the guest of honor and you can eat as much as you want. 

I received so many great presents. It's a relief to know Will and I won't be destitute in our apartment. 

Only one semi-naughty present was received. From the best friend of course. It's quite cute. 

Thanks to all who came. You mean so much to me. 

5 more weeks... 

6 Weeks

It's only 6 weeks away. And I'm dying. I've got a million things to do, but the chances of me sitting down to do them are very slim.
 I would really like to be married already.

Home Alone

I learned over the weekend, well I more of confirmed that I truly don't like having the house all to myself.

With my family away for the night, and my fiance, well, being the good man that he is, I was forced to spend the night alone at my house. Awesome.

I thought I could be brave, but I was clearly wrong. I double checked that all the doors were locked, I shut all the windows, and I left most of the lights on.
I kept my bedroom door open so that I could see the happenings outside my room.(this was after a long debate whether or not to sleep in my parents room)

Many strange dreams, some nightmares, and not enough sleep later, I made it through the night.

Good thing Will was just a phone call away, so that I could have a comfort, and good thing church was at nine and he showed up at 8:30.

We also learned that showering while being home alone is a terrifying thing. Absolutely horrible. (Thanks Alfred Hitchcock for that one)


Being sunburned is really the greatest. Unless you have another engagement shoot the next morning.

Sneak preview

Here is a small preview. 

We had a good time. 

We both happen to be rather awkward in pictures.

Boring neutrals

Registering at Target was quite the experience.
And you can learn quite a lot about someone by registering.
What we learned:
-Will is a big fan of bright colors.(already aware of, but was a greatly prominent topic of the outing)
-Brenna is a big fan of neutral colors.
-Both Brenna and Will are particular about pillows, but have the same particularities
-Stainless steel is fabulous
-If Brenna doesn't know what kind of cooking utensil it is, odds are she can't cook with it, so there isn't a point in registering for it.
-Will is very particular of his bath towels. Just the right amount of fluff.
-Brenna needs numbers on the clock if the clock is going in the kitchen.
-Will needs a pizza pan.

It was an adventure, one that I highly recommend.

The up-close and personal

My Fiance is better than yours. I can guarantee.

Receiving a text from him after work stating that he had gotten Saturday night off so that we could have a real date, made my heart skip.

Planning a whole day with me free of wedding stress and planning, well, like I said, he's the greatest. (This of course is after he had tricked me on Saturday, thinking that Saturday was our wedding free day and it turned out to be registering at Target)

This boy puts up with my strange birth control mood-swings. I'm not one to break down and cry. Crying isn't a normal thing for me. However birth control gave me the full 180, and I now cry on a regular basis, for reasons that I myself can't even explain. I also throw a mean fit now and then.
Will is a trooper. One I think I'll keep.

Jealousy

Being engaged is the worst. I'm ready for marriage.

His late night work schedule is completely unfair. I find myself texting him the most random things simply to get his attention. Yeah, it's rather pathetic.

We just all have to remember that it's a million times better than being 4 hours away. That my friends, is something we will never do again.

A whopping 70 days people.

Tomorrow a date is scheduled that involves 0 wedding discussion. It's greatly needed.

No money, no luck

Folding laundry has next to no appeal when I'm not getting paid to do it. My laundry has now taken the habit of forming piles all over my floor. That's what you get for going back to your own room I suppose. No sense of organization.

The nerves of anticipation for tomorrow are making me crazy. Good thing I have an interview tomorrow to perhaps help?  But, it could end up making it worse. Look out world, I might just be a basket case.

No, I haven't packed. And no, I don't plan on doing it any time today. Oh well.

I'm much too disorganized of a person to be planning a wedding. My mom is the greatest guys. She really is.

I bought a few things at the Old Navy today for no apparent reason. However, I am certain that shopping is not a therapy for me. Seeing as I am surrounded by clothes every day, I know exactly what I want when I get around to buying it. Maybe it's the new clothes smell that's therapeutic.

Perhaps one day I'll be better at writing in this blog.

I've moved home, but haven't unpacked
I went back to work at Old Navy, and nothing has changed
I started running again, but forgot how it felt to run outside
I have nearly immersed myself in wedding planning, but I haven't gotten anywhere
I've read a lot of books, but none with paper
I got a rockin sunburn, but now I'm peeling. Everywhere.
I'm going to Texas on Thursday, but not to see the 3 missionaries I love that serve there.
I'm back in Relief Society, but I'm the youngest again.
I downloaded instagram, but am still too lazy to take pictures.
I received a t.v., but not a remote.
I'm meeting the parents this week, but I won't be watching Meet the Parents.(Simply out of fear)
College is a great way to diet, but I missed opening the fridge and seeing it full.
Football is fun, but not when you get tackled underneath two boys weighing 200 lbs. each.
I was offered a job at a radio station, but not in Utah


That's all

up and coming

Out of boredom and an attempt to avoid my finals. I have an idea.

Hold please.

Farewell Rexburg

Well, since I have nothing but finals and projects coming up, I will write this now while I have a little bit of time.

It's been a great 2 semesters up here, and well, I'm going to miss this place.

I won't miss the weather, I won't miss the tiny nothingness that's up here.

But I will miss a lot of the people. The teachers. The experiences I've had. And I will definitely miss the spirit that is up here.

I do know that Provo is the next step for me, I can't wait to come home for good, and finally stop saying goodbye to Will. But I truly will miss the atmosphere up here.

The spirit knew what he was doing when he gave me the impression that this was the right place for me.

It's been a good time Rexburg. Perhaps I will be back to visit soon, I'm very ready to come home and be done with the semester. But it's a definite bitter sweet feeling.

It took me an hour an a half to get out of bed this morning? Why?

I couldn't breathe.

Being sick is a great feeling. Chills, fever, and congestion.

I feel disgusting. It's rather awesome right?

This is the 5th time I've been sick this semester. Clearly, I'm doing something wrong.

I have reasoned my problem to be this-

Will never gets sick. His immune system must help cancel mine out. Which would be why I get sick constantly when we are in different states. This is a problem that should be fixed, don't you agree?

I'm the girl that sniffs uncontrollably loud, constantly wipes her face with a tissue, and looks like she just rolled out of bed, because, she did.

I apologize everyone. Hopefully it subsides soon.

2 Full Weeks

There's 12 days left of class time, 2 full weeks and 2 days. And I'm dying.

I have a few essays to read for English

A test in mass media

2 tests in German

no more class in Middle Eastern studies, but a paper to write

a magazine to create for visual media

a book of mormon class to attend

that's it.

I have a fiance, a family, and a whole lot of friends that I'm missing pretty bad that I'll see very soon, and I won't have to leave them the following day.

Wedding planning is at a standstill until I return home.

We have a dress, general color ideas, a venue and a temple.

Planning will kick in to full gear in April.

So close you guys. Let's do this

Ladies and Gentlemen

Exactly 4 months from today

Be My Only

FM Radio

Deciding what to wear took me longer than it ever has. I wasn't supposed to know tonight was the night, but I did. The butterflies have never been this big.

I'm halfway through my make-up when my dad comes in and says, "Brenna, he's here! Shouldn't you be ready by now?" I knew Will said 7... it's just like him to pick this one date to actually be early...

I come upstairs purposely not wearing a black top. Why? Because every time I wear black, he does as well. It must be our mutual "I always look good in this" color. I look and see him, oh yes, wearing black. He has always look so good in that shirt....

He opens the door for us to leave, and my mom giddily pushes us out. She knew...

The car ride to dinner consisted of me unsuccessfully trying to get out of him what the real plans were for the night. All I knew was, "we're gonna have fun" Helpful right?

Outback was packed... We stood a little too close together while waiting for the table. But, you would too if you only had one weekend a month with each other.

Our table was ready faster than expected thanks to call ahead, and to the distaste of the too much glitter, designer jeans and 5 carat ring couple near us.

I've been on countless dinner dates with Will, but for some strange reasons, I felt as if it was a first date. I was full of butterflies, shy, embarrassed when he complimented something about me, and had a hard time forming sentences. After nine months he still has this effect on me.

We talked all through dinner, ignoring the world around us. As dinner was wrapping up I asked him what was next on our agenda. Why I even bothered asking I'll never know because my response was this "fun times"

We get in the car and he just starts driving. Not giving me any sort of hint at all. My thoughts of frustration at this point were this "well, at least I'm not blindfolded..." (Ironic)

We drive to rock canyon in Provo. Note that this is where he first kissed me on a warm summer night and where we had a make or break relationship talk back in December. There's a certain spot up that canyon that is dear to our hearts.

Now, I knew the proposal was tonight, and what better place to propose right? So I'm looking around for anything, any sort of frivolous item that would give it away. I looked in vain. Before sitting down he gets down on one knee, looks up at me and says, wow, I need to sit down.

He's so funny sometimes....

We sit up there, talking and enjoying the moment looking over all of the valley when we see a group of not so smart teenagers huddled around a fire pit. Shortly after we notice the teenagers, we notice a police car pull up into the parking lot below.

Well, time to go.

We walk down, and the kids were pretty close to the bridge(if you've been here you will know what I'm talking about) and as we crossed the bridge we saw a police officer crouched in the bushes and watching them. We passed him nonchalantly, and simply drove away. Oh the joys of not looking like a troublesome teenager. Although... being with a 22 year old probably helps as well.

We get in the car and Will says, Brenna, let's go swing at a park! He gets spontaneous like this rather often, but I knew that nothing tonight was going to be spontaneous. So he pulls in to Rock Canyon Park. Little did he know there aren't any swings around this park. It's a big bowl. So we walked around for a little when I had the sudden urge to roll down the hill. However, Will wouldn't let me, telling me I would mess up my hair and get my clothes dirty. (I guess it's a good thing that one of us in this relationship cares about this sort of thing) After much convincing and puppy eyes I convinced him to let me, sort of. He zipped up my jacket all the way up, put on my hood, tucked in my hair after me being told to tie it back, and then he zipped up his jacket that I was wearing. I looked somewhat like the Michelin man. I then was allowed to roll down the hill. Good thing it was a big enough hill to make all that hassled worth it.

After I get up and my dizziness fades, we walk back to the car and he says, hey Brenna, let's dance. So he turns on his music and we danced for a few songs. Perfect.

We get in the car again, and stop by Borders 10 minutes before closing to find a birthday present for Sarah. Due to my inability to make a quick decision, and his ability to do the exact opposite, we settled on a book of his choosing.

Getting in the car again he says, so, I'm out of ideas for the night. Let's just go back to my place and chill? Oh...

Note:I was told for weeks in advance that this date was to make up for his absence on Valentines Day. That this date was going to be so fun, more than worth my trip down here.

We get back to his place, and I embarrassingly admit that I was very put out. The night was over, and my ring wasn't anywhere to be seen. So, thanks to my glass of Dr. Pepper and glass of water at dinner, I made a quick trip to the bathroom. After coming back out to his front room I look and the front door ajar with him standing outside talking to someone. I heard bit and pieces, and something along the lines of "We're leaving in 5-10 minutes" So. My night wasn't over.

He comes back in, and we talk for a few minutes when he then says "Brenna! We never went swinging in the park! Come on I want to swing. Let's go." hmm.

We drive down the road from his apartment, and right past the nearest park. The one I figured we would be stopping at. "Umm... Will, you passed the park." "I know" a few turns later he pulls over, reaches into the back seat, pulls out an overly large tie and says, "blindfold yourself" You're kidding me right?

I hate being blindfolded. It's truly one of the worst feelings ever. Probably why he enjoys doing it so often. This had better have been the last time.

I resentfully put it on, and we drive and drive.

And drive and drive and drive. Good grief, where was this kid going?

"Where are we going?" "Umm. We're on the freeway" "No we aren't, there's no car sounds. It's too quiet to be the freeway" (contrary to what some of you might believe, I'm not all that unobservant at times.) Also, I suffer from serious motion sickness. Which is a real treat when blindfolded and driving rather rapidly up Provo canyon....

I was getting very car sick.

About 15-20 minutes into our drive he pulls over with the comment, "umm, there's a cop" Oh awesome, my boyfriend is going to get arrested....

But then again, I would pull a car over too if I saw there was a girl blindfolded in the car that was driving much too fast.

He asks us what we're doing. "meeting up with some friends, I'm surprising her."

Do you have any weapons or drugs? "no sir. do you want to check?"

Wow you guys are boring.

and with that he left.

Will then tells me, "uhh, Brenna I have to make a call"

He makes a call and all I hear was the name 'Justin' one of his good friends. hmm. How stealthy of him to yell not even 5 feet from where I'm sitting.

He gets back in the car, bickers with me to put the stupid blindfold back on, and we are on our again.

about 5 minutes later he pulls over and says, 'wait here, but leave the blindfold on' yeah right. That thing came off so fast. Sorry Will...

I couldn't see anything but beautiful falling snow, shadows of several people, and glowing lights...

He starts walking back, so I slide the blindfold back on. "something came up, but I brought something for you, hold out your hands" Umm... funny.

It took some persuading, but I finally put my hands out, and then a small puppy was given to me. (this justifies an- awwwww! :) )

I hold the puppy for a good 5 minutes, without the blindfold again, when I see him walking yet again back to the car. I set the dog on the seat next to me, an slide the blindfold back on. He opens his door, grabs the dog who he hands to his owner and friend, and then comes around to get me out.

Walks me a little ways through the still heavily falling snow and let's me take off the blindfold. We are surrounded by floating lanterns. (like in Tangled)

He turns around, looks at me for a second, then gets down on his knee. He says a few sweet things to me, and then says, will you marry me? I didn't even have to say anything, just a few quick nods of my head and he stood up. We then were being photographed by his friends like we were walking down the red carpet.

The night was perfect, and the snow made it magical.

We're in love, engaged, and couldn't be happier.

We will be married in the Draper Temple on July 14th.

ADD

I'm starting to feel as if I have A.D.D.

I'm not focusing in class, at work, or anywhere.

It takes me 3 times as long to write a paper, and focusing on customers at work is becoming excruciating. (on a side note however, for those of you who understand, I got 5 onc's today. Back in the cashiering groove... yikes)

My left hand feels naked when my ring sits on my desk instead of my finger.

I'm beginning to see the maturity that relationships like this have. It's so very new to me, but I'm liking it.

Sometimes, friends are in the least expected places.

Wedding planning is already stressing me out and the only thing we have set in stone is the venue, temple and date.

I can't wait to live in Provo. I miss my Utah county.

Will talked about internships in Texas... There's no snow in Texas.... We have more discussing ahead of us.

There's something very therapeutic about spending an hour in the car every other day.

(it's also a very good replacement for vocal lessons.)

I've learned that I get snippy, rude, and zombie like after about a week and a half without Will. Thank heavens there's only a month left of school.

Thanks to my new found attention problem, the engagement story is taking longer to write than expected.

I miss Annie and the Grinch. I'm ready to see them again.

Wedding dress shopping next weekend. Any tips??

That One Night

That one night he asked me

I must have said yes

(the story is a work in progess)

The Workin Girl

Well, the plans were flipped around.

Didn't get in to Provo. (I suppose struggling in a math and science class really hurts your GPA)

Got in last fall, not this fall...

I'm taking the semester off.

I'll work, learn how to be a good wife, and work some more. Hopefully save up to buy a car.

Crazy how so many life plans can change all because of one e-mail.

(Story and pictures of the engagement to come soon)

"Ma, I got me a Finance"

Engaged!

And wow does it feel amazing.

Home

It's been an entire month and I'm dying.

I'm going to be a jittery mess during my classes tomorrow.

I'm hopping in my car the second I get out of English.

I'm headed to Utah.

Finally

Valentimes Day

I think it's extremely adorable when children say valentiMes, and it always sends those fond memories of mailboxes, fun cards, lots of candy, and the stomach flip I got every time I opened the card written by my crush, only to find that they never wrote something sweet or secret.

It's the first year I've had a boyfriend on this day, and, well, due to long distance and a 3-day migraine, I'm spending it in my room with homework, Dr. Pepper, Frank Sinatra and Excedrin.

Lots of love to all of you out there! I hope you all have a chocolatey day!

Boring

I am starting to believe that I am becoming a rather boring person. As of Sunday, I have texted and called a total of 2 people. Them being Will, and my mom. Go me.

I wake up, attend school, do my homework(occasionally taking breaks to look at venues, colors and flowers) go to work, wait for 9 p.m. so that I can talk to Will, and then go to bed. It's a truly riveting life, I know.

I would make a change, but I don't see why I should. There is more than enough change coming up for me after the semester that I should enjoy my solid routine while I still can.

Be social you say? Whatever for? I'm much too in love with my heated blanket to try for a social life.

At One Point

Each person should have to endure 2 things.

1. A long distance relationship

2. A holiday season working in retail

Fighting the Crusaders

Some nights, we get mad. Why? That needs to remain private for the moment. (sorry)

When I get mad I shake, my voice cracks like a 12 year old boy, I don't think about what comes out of my mouth, and I'm wired.

I honestly could have ran 1 million miles last night, while fighting off the crusaders single handed.

I woke up just as bad, ready to take on a militia.

However, my hair possibly soaked up all the anger over night, because I woke up with a lions mane/koosh ball.

Anger probably isn't very flattering, but it sure does get my heart racing.

The Man Your Man Can Smell Like

We aren't sure why, even after a long process of investigation, but our room smells like man.

and not the good kind that you would find wandering around Abercrombie half naked

We smelled the beds, the closet, our clothes, each other, and just about everything else. We smell just fine. (My hair especially)

It could be the stench we bring in after running, that we just let sit without ventilation for a few hours.

It could be the stench of man that winds itself over from the boys apartments right outside our window.

Or, (and this is my number 1 theory) it could be the family of smelly gnomes living under Taylor's bed.

Either way, our room smells like high school boys locker room, and we aren't sure why.

If you would like to send a care package to me encasing febreeze, we would be very grateful.

*AHEM*

Running should be a major.

Perhaps a BS in Athletic Training? It could happen.

I also wish I had more credits so I could sign up for classes sooner and get in to classes where I can run and do something exciting. Rather than sitting in a classroom

Give me your thoughts on this idea? Thanks

We Thought You Was a Toad

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Say what? BYU in the fall guys. See you all in Provo. Very soon.

I will never recommend a long distance relationship to anyone. Even if it's only 4 hours away. I'm so glad mine is on it's home stretch. 2 months.

Welcome Sabbath Morning

Bishop's interview at 7:30 a.m. on Sunday morning. It's a good thing that transferring is going to be more than worth it, otherwise I would find it hard to get up that early....

Oh how I wish I was spending this weekend in Utah.

The Mid-Week Weekend

I skipped school this week. No, not all week, but Monday, almost immediately after English, I headed for Utah, only to return resentfully this evening.

Now, why would I be so irresponsible and leave the state in the middle of the semester?

Augustana, a discussion with the parents, a separation anxiety problem from Will, and Augustana.

Augustana was amazing. No, none of the band members are the same since November's falling out, but Dan still sings strong, and it couldn't have been more perfect. Will, I could tell he didn't like more than a few of the songs, but he's a good sport. Most of the time he chuckled at my insane singing skills. (His long arms were helpful to get some great shots and a couple videos. Maybe one day, when I'm tech savy I will put them up here, but I'm clueless as to how to put it from my phone to the blog.

The talk with the parents? Went more than well. This summer is going to be absolutely perfect. (and here I was thinking that nothing could top last summer)

Time with Will is never enough. To all of you that have a significant other within 10 miles of you at all times? Let's switch spots for a day. The drive from Rexburg to Provo isn't something that you can do every day. Or even every weekend.

As consequence for skipping class, my homework load is a little on the large side.

Awful Internet and the Rantings of a Friday

"Your internet should always be fast and reliable. But I will send a note to maintenance"

Why? Oh, maybe because we can't ever connect to the internet in our apartment after the hour of 4 p.m. System overload is our best guess. All we know that homework and hulu t.v. shows has become virtually impossible at night. Good thing we have movies and seasons of I Love Lucy to watch on our real life t.v.

Our quick fix remedy? Ethernet cables. Who would have thought right? Three cheers are in order for my dad and his possession and knowledge of such items.

Two classes on Friday is golden. I wake up, head to my 9 a.m. class, then head to he library, print off whatever I need to print, grab an amazing breakfast burrito (the burritos here are to die for everyone, I don't think you really understand. It's a 'you made it through the week without collapsing treat to myself') sit down on a lonely table by myself, plug in Fall Out Boy, Augustana, or whatever strikes my fancy that day, and dive into homework/internet surfing. (the internet speed on campus compared to the speed at my apartment makes me feel like I traveled to the future) I then waste about 2 1/2 hours of my day doing almost nothing before heading off to my last class.

Seems like a pretty safe and sound routine right? I thought so. Up until I somehow jammed the school printer without actually touching the massive machine. (they needed a new one anyways...) With that out of the way I went to the crossroads to get my breakfast and finish annotating a paper for English. As soon as I open my water to take a sip, I trip on absolutely nothing, totally soaking some poor man sitting innocently at his own table... I would have consoled him, helped him clean up, dry off, anything. But he ran away like a super hero with a call from the mayor... Awesome...

Not only that, but it's a curly hair day, seeing as I didn't fall asleep til 1 a.m. and had no desire to get up early to dry and straighten this mess.

Good thing the boy tells me he like my curly hair.

Being a people watcher shouldn't be as much fun as it really is. I'm reaching creeper status rather quickly.

The boy always tells me how much all of the teachers love him. He's the kid in the front row with all the answers and the occasional smart alek comments. I hate kids like him in my classes. I sit in the back, answer when called upon, and have a strong desire to debate anything that anyone says that I don't completely agree with. And my smart alek comments come out of my mouth like they are on a conveyor belt... haha. that's probably why all the teachers don't like me too much and sent me into the halls in high school

Well. I hope you all have a great weekend.

(my apologies for the sadistic tone throughout this entire post.)

The College Library Chronicles:2

Guess who showed up again today? Yep. The guy from last time... Golden.

"Hey! I knew I'd see you around! Are you doing anything this weekend?" "Yeah, I have a lot of homework to do and to get ahead on cause I'm going to Utah on Tuesday and Wednesday." "Oh cool! What are you going to Utah in the middle of the week for?" "My boyfriend is taking me to a concert of my favorite band." "Oh. Boyfriend. Awesome..." *Awkwardly turns head to the side* "Well... I guess I'll see you around sometime." "Yeah, see you later"

Talk about awkward right? Poor kid.

I've grown accustom to eavesdropping on the student employees sitting at the front desk, very near my study area. What are they talking about today? How they are so glad the international students get on campus jobs. Gives them an advantage against all the other girls when it comes to dating the black men.

Good luck ladies.

That's all.

An Actual Blustery Day-and a Wednesday

Walking to class the goal wasn't to get there on time. The goal was to get there without being blown over. Think I'm kidding? Come up to Rexburg. I nearly got knocked off my feet more than once. And my breath was taken away several times as I trekked around campus.

Ridiculous

Although it made for some great hair days from the female portion of the students, and when my coat is zipped up all the way and my hood is up, you can only see my eyes and nose. I looked like that of a lime eskimo. I had a rather enjoyable time trying to maneuver my way around things. But I could tell that I was in the minority.

A storm is on it's way. Finally.

Just, everyone cross your fingers that it doesn't hinder my concert attendance on Tuesday.

The College Library Chronicles:1

"What's up girl! haven't seen you in a while." *grabs left hand* "You married up yet? I thought you would have been gone by now..." *moves over to another girl* "What's up girl! haven't seen you in a while." *grabs left hand* "You married up yet? I thought you would have been gone by now..." Got to love eavesdropping

Sitting across from Mr. Jock.-

"Boom!" *setting down bag. "sorry, my bag is way heavy." "yeah I noticed" "haha..."

Awkward pause. I then retreat back to my readings about Arab's.

"So, you come here often?" haha. Are you kidding me? "Yeah. It's the library."

"You're funny" Gee, thank you. I'm really trying.

About 5 minutes later.

"So, your hair is really pretty. I like the curls a lot." "Oh thanks. It's not my favorite." "It should be. It's really cool. It matches your pretty green eyes too" "Oh, thank you" *cue sweet smile*

2-3 minutes

"So, what are you doing this weekend?" "Going to Utah" "Oh, sweetness. Is that your home?" "Yeah" "Oh nice. Well, I have to get going. Maybe I'll see you next week back here around the same time?" "Haha, probably. I come here regularly in between classes" "Hmm. I'll keep that in mind." *Wink*

Wow. That was awkward.

One Full Week

It's been exactly a week since the beginning of this semester. Let's write up a review

-Taylor is a great roommate. We get along a little too well.

-It's a cold walk to class in the mornings. Very cold.

-Tennessee boy is a good time. We enjoy one another's company. Walks home are fantastic.

-Visual media-well, at least now I know I will never go in to graphic design. It blows my mind that some people can make full on, professional cartoons on the same program that I can barely make a square. I'm an idiot.

-Teryaki stix will feed you for a good 4 days in one container.

-Weekly dinners with Katy are much needed.

-English teachers should not be 25, they should not have graduated from college in July, and they should not be single. get. me. out.

-The Middle East is intriguing.

-The library is a fantastic place to eavesdrop.

-Cuddles, you were much missed. So glad to see you at school again.

-Dodgeball?

-Running. It's still a strange addiction.

-The boy came up this weekend. Decided on it an hour before he left. Good thing he brought a friend for Taylor. What a weird weekend.

-Book of Mormon with Brother Bear? Yes please.

Gotta love school.

Rock It Out

Want to be avoided much like a plague?

How about you just want some 'me' time, and nobody to bug you.

Head right to a highly populated area, sit yourself in the middle of everything, and then put in headphones.

Headphones work magic my friends. Magic.

Love the Subject-Hate the Class

I walk in, sit down, and situate myself. Just another class right? Then shorty mc-shorterson with possibly the best built body that I have ever seen sits down next to me. "hmm." I think to myself. "This class might be rather nice."

Cue professor. "Well class. Welcome to understanding the Middle East. Good thing all of you are here, because none of you actually understand it at all." He takes a seat on his podium, then proceeds to kick off his shoes, revealing mismatched, colorful socks.

I immediately knew I would like this professor.

"I believe in a casual life, with casual dress." As he loosens his tie, unbuttons the top button of his shirt and stretches out a bit.

"I love this subject. I've spent more than half my life in the middle east as an archaeologist. But, I hate teaching this class."

*audible gasp*

"Don't worry. I'll teach it all to you. But I get rather frustrated, rather quickly. So deal with it. I also have back and foot problems. So you can deal with those as well. I don't believe in Brainhoney/I-learn. I will be grading your papers with a red pen, you will be collecting them all when I hand them back. And that is how you will know your grade. I, lucky for you, do have a website though, so, through google I'm sure you can find it. You have an assignment posted. Print out some maps. Don't worry though, I won't make you color them in. I'm not a total freak. Good luck people"

Professor, this could be the start of a great semester.

Welcome Back Kids

Half moved in, I decided to take a break from the chaos.

After dropping $300 on books, I'm starting to not look forward to class again.

The excitement of college has quickly worn off. It's just another day in the neighborhood.

Last semester I was attending orientations, meeting new kids, going to parties. This time, I'm procrastinating moving in, buying books, and waiting to get a check from Old Navy so that I don't starve this week... Back to the old grind.

On the plus side, my new apartment is much bigger, there's a t.v., my roommate is just as wacked as I am, and there are no math or science classes in my oh so lovely 17 credit schedule. There's room in the kitchen for more than one person, my bed isn't 6 inches from the ceiling, and I don't live in a complex surrounded by crazy freshman girls, and across the street from non-commitment pre-mish boys.

This could get exciting folks.

Stay tuned.

The Double One

I suppose, a nostalgic post is in order so as to really start off the new year.

2011(in a semi, but not very so particular order)

-Sent my sister, a best friend, and so many more friends off on missions

-Graduated from high school, and everything that comes with that

-performed my senior recital

-Said goodbye to many wonderful people

-Worked diligently, and goofed off at the Old Navy

-Met an amazing guy (whom, so as to really get it out there, I plan to keep around for a while)

-Worked even more at Old Navy

-Kept close to the friends I love

-Made myself a regular at Farr's

-Got me a smart phone

-Longboarded and destroyed my knee

-Wrote the missionaries

-Welcomed my sister home from her mission so that she could recover from her illness(Had to eat some radioactive food so that they could look at her digestive system more closely, and still denies having any super powers...)

-Ventured off to college

-turned 19

-Made some amazing friends, with which I hope to keep ties for a very, very long time.

-Experienced scary foreign movies

-Lived through a 7 a.m. class

-Became a big fan of love boat couches

-Barely passed my math class

-succeeded at my first semester at Rexburg

-Endured very much below freezing weather

-Had an amazing Christmas with the family and the boy

Here's to 2012, and the new adventures it holds for us all