Sports, Missions and Fairly Other Fun Things

Actually this weekend was one of my favorites. Here's why:

Peace // Luv // Friday Night Lights

Chris is going to Argentina!! 

Twelve consecutive hours with these people soaking up last few hours of summa weatha

The State Fair of Texas is bigger and better but it's cool Utah, you showed us a good time!

Scooter rides with my Michael friend make for a pleasant sunday afternoon

I also painted with nail polish my fingers and toes, finally watched "Catching Fire", got caught up on SIX WEEKS worth of journal writing, ate Chipotle, skyped with some mission pals, wrote a paper (look Mom! Academics!), watched some quality youtube videos, and made my bed. Twice.

Happy Monday!

It's Too Late

I specifically left this blog title super vague. You could say it's something I've been trying to do post mish- be a little more mysterious? I've heard boys like that. 

Okay wow I'm not funny at three am (or am I?? validate me) which is actually a segue, bringing it back to the blog title.

It's too late to 

a) blog all about my mission

b) blog all about the past six weeks of life

c) be online because its the wee hours of the morning

d) drop a class i'd like to

answer: all of the above.

But I miss blogging. I've realized how incredibly therapeutic it is and how much I like....... talking about myself? Yikes. I went there. So I'm just starting from now on. I guess I can do what I want since its mY bLoG yAlll. Alright, that is all.

Weddings

 I never blogged about Jennae's wedding but it was so perfect. So sweet and so Texas-y and so perfectly Jennae & Johnny. 

So fun having Chrissy & Mimi in Dallas to play with us!

I think I danced at least 10 hours of JD4 that weekend.

Also I've been to a few receptions up here in Utah. Isn't my Michael friend cute?

MW Goes to Washington

It is high past time to address the elephant in the room. Err...  blog. I am going on a mission (ur like ya ya ya, we know). I also have a boyfriend that I love and adore, who came to visit me this weekend! (eek!)

So remember that boy who gave me his number during finals week? His name is Michael. And he is wonderful. And he is such a trooper to put up with these crazy people.

To put alllllllll the rumors to rest (subtly letting my audience know that [i like to think] we're a piece of hot gossip)- I've loved dating Michael and hope to date him when I come home in 18 months. The end.

Prezzy Day

This weekend I headed down with some pals to Zion National Park for some well deserving needed sunshine. We stayed in a weird motel, painted the tiny tiny tiny town, hit up the continental breakfast and spent the beautiful afternoon hiking! We came back late Saturday night, then oh a whim headed up to Logan first thing Monday morning for some snowmobiling. Fun to stay with Michael and Neal's gracious family, and always great to get out of Provo. Didn't even mind the appx 15 hours spent in the car. Srsly though.

Love Day

So half the reason I even have a blog is because it's fun to look back and read it. Let's be honest, we all love to stalk ourselves. Who doesn't get a kick of reading old journals, no matter how cringe-worthy they are?! Anyways today I went back and read my blog entry on last Valentine's Day. Oh ho ho I was so incredibly single it kind of makes me giggle. 

Last year my date cancelled on me, day of. We were supposed to double with his roommate and Sydney, and the roommate decided to cancel too after hearing the news. And yet, neither of us were really all too disappointed because it meant we got to go to dinner with Sydney's sibs and mama who was in town. And also at that point we preferred each other's company to any boy in Provo soooo.....

A lot happens in a year! Twelve months ago I was happy to get cards and letters from my missionary pals, and now I'm about to be a missionary myself. 

Happy Valentine's Day! I'm surrounded by people I love and feel incredibly grateful for that fact. Give somebody a hug. Or a side hug, if you're wary about touching other people like my pal Brookie is.

Look how cute my valentine is :)

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.