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I think there is something in the water here, something like the potion Alice drinks to make her smaller.

I've never thought myself to be tall, especially with a Dad at 6'2" and a younger brother at 6'. 5'7" is short to me, and I've always thought so. But here, I'm tall.

All the dashing men here are at least one inch shorter than me. Honestly....

Maybe it's because back home all my guy friends are athletes making me accustomed to being surrounded by taller boys and feeling extremely small. But here, there aren't all that many athletes, and they're all small. You'd think that there would be at least a group of good looking boys over 6 feet.

I've only met 3.

"Where Are You From?"

"Hi, my name is_______, and I'm from "Some small town" and Rexburg is the biggest town I've lived in!"

Wow.....

It Girl

Jason Derulo. So good.

Last night was the first night since I've been here that the words "I'm a freshman" didn't scare the boys away.

The night of the holy wars, so a new friend and myself went to the 'Crossroads' where they were playing the game on the big screen. We obviously wanted to engage in conversation with the opposite gender, so we picked a table with very decent looking boys and two open chairs. Turns out that one of the boys is from her home town, and one was from mine, although none of us knew each other.

Unless you were living under a rock this weekend, you now know the outcome of this game. It wasn't so hot for those who bleed blue. At the third quarter my friend and I got up to leave to perhaps find a party somewhere. The boys got up as well. But, since we didn't have solid plans, and they didn't either, they got our numbers to meet up with us later.

There was an exclusive, bouncers included party at the apartment complex of one of the boys. And since most of us didn't live there, we didn't think we would get it. But my friend with her small figure and flirty composure, distracted the massive men while we snuck in. She joined us shortly after.

It was an actual college party. Not a BYU-I party, but a college party. Weird to experience, but we rather enjoyed ourselves.

We left the party half an hour before curfew, to have a late night jam session at my friends apartment. Turns out I can play guitar chords I didn't know I knew.

We then listened to my friends acoustic cover of It Girl. So good. She's going to be famous one day. Even has the T-Swift hair for it.

California Girls

Beach Boys

I woke up this morning, at the beautiful time of say, 9:30? (I thoroughly enjoy no early class on Friday) And I woke up to the gorgeous sight of pouring rain. It wasn't a downpour, and cats and dogs were not involved, but it was a constant, steady rain. Me and my roommate Steph were thoroughly excited. So, I left for class, not wearing a jacket or sporting an umbrella, and absolutely loving the weather around me. My fellow classmates? Not so much.

BYU-I has a very high population of native Californian's. And you can easily pick them out of a crowd when the windy, rainy weather hits. I walk into my writing for media class, rather chipper, and get almost menacing stares from a few of the people in the class. "It's freezing!" "Oh, I know right? I'm wearing yoga pants under my jeans, annnnd, 3 shirts and my sweatshirt!!" Myself, and the girl in front of me laughed out loud. She's from Seattle, and I'm from Orem. This weather, to us, is no big deal. But to them, I suppose it's near the end of the world. The poor things have no idea what's in store for them. The winds, the snow, the ice? They're going to be haters sooner than they realize.

Bring on the snow and ice. I need a good laugh right about now.

Ring Check

I'm a freshman, taking almost all required generals. So, naturally, my thoughts were, "I will be surrounded by mormon girls and pre-mi boys." Wrong. Oh, so wrong. I suppose me and my naive, straight out of high school mind didn't process all of the countless returned missionaries and transferred men that would be taking these general classes as well. Shoot.

So naturally the eyes fall to the shirt lines, to determine if they have returned or have yet to leave. You also think that the eyes would fall to the left hand, mine don't. It's a curse.

Other than my writing for media class, I have sat by a married man in all my MWF classes, and in one on my TTH classes. I didn't think at first to check, that all the boys I would meet would be single. But I was so wrong. If I was a smart single girl, I would sit by an available boy next time. Only, I get along so much better with the older ones than the 19 year olds...

This could be a problem.

And in case any of you were wondering, the gorgeous mystery boy did not appear between writing and math. Maybe Friday...

The Mystery Man

With Freshman plastered thickly across my forehead, I turned my map all which ways, trying desperately to find my class in the short ten minutes I had. When out of nowhere a tall dark haired man with the muscles to go right along, asked me sweetly if I needed help. A desperate yes lead him to grab my hand and escort me to my building. Lucky for me his next class was right next to mine. On the way to my class, he asked me all sorts of questions, and we got a long rather well. At least, better than anyone else here. At one point he told me his name, but I forgot it.... I'm the worst.

But, before he left he told me he would find me on Wednesday so he could help me find my class again. This could be good.