Finals? Ehhh

I'm not sure I understand the fuss everyone makes about finals week. Oh boo hoo we have tests! For me the worst part of this semester was the week before finals week, aka end of course projects are due week. 

I love being an elementary ed major. exhibit a:

I kinda thought this past week was fun! No class, just a week to take a handful of tests. Okay I'm sure my gpa could probably use some more stress about finals week but at least my mental health has never been better! This week I slept in, went hot tubbing, met a celebrity crush of mine, had lunch with jen (that i made!! bragging bragging!!) went to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir Christmas Concert, had chipotle, got free krispy kreme doughnuts (three different times...oops), and don't even get me started on my time spent in the hbll.

not finals week:

finals week: 

The library is so social during finals week! And when you see your friends or even a friend of a friend of a friend you should always stop and chat for a few minutes because you're just exhaauuusted from how hard you've been studying and your brain needs a break. Right? Also a boy came up to me and gave me his number so that rocked. 

Okay actually lets take a tangent here so I can ramble. As flattering as it is to have a boy give you his number, it poses so many problems. First of all, what the heck am I supposed to do with it? Text him something along the lines of, 

"Hey!... this is that girl whose number you gave yours to on the fourth floor of the library... at BYU. What's up?"

Yeah no potential for awkward there. Also what if I can't even remember what he looks like? When this boy walked over to me in the library my inner, smarter, self reminded me to pay close attention to what he looked like but I was so flustered that all I remember is dark hair. That's it. Now I have to be cautious not to be overly flirty while texting him because what if he ends up being 5 foot 2? Haha ugh life is hard sometimes. 

Anyways, if Jen looks guilty in this picture, it is because she is buying her textbook a few hours before her exam. Whatever. Happens to the best of us!

Finals week, I think I love you.

Thanksgiving Daily

Today I am thankful for 

::pretty snow

::technology to keep me in touch with high school best friends

::great professors

::rain boots

::thoughtful roommates

::the fourth floor of the hbll

::banter

::ward temple trips

::hot chocolate

::lana del rey

::boys that are gentlemen

::byu basketball

::my sisters

::a warm and cozy apartment

::$5 hot and readys from little caesar's 

::new friends

get down to studyudyudy

Studying in the Harold B. Lee Library is just such a process. You have to gather all your laptop stuff together and find a place (stressful when there are cute boys and weirdos and classmates and efy friends and other randoms) and get all situated and ignore the dirty looks when you nosily unzip your backpack and set up your Nalgene and headphones and notebooks.

Sometimes I'm in the mood to get hit on and sometimes (i.e. today) I am not. I without fail ALWAYS see and meet the cutest boys when I literally look like a dump truck. Sorry I woke up early to get stuff done and didn't come back to my room until 9pm! I'm wearing my mom shoes, t-shirt and ponytail and OF COURSE I see this boy who I know who told me to go look up him on facebook and then he didn't accept my friend request (???) and up close he is just beautiful. And it is awkward.