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Ok, I always like reading these things. I found one that was especially funny that inspired me to do my own. Please indulge me.


Age: 20
Bed Size: Currently, a twin. Far too small for my sleeping position of choice which resembles a starfish.
Chore you hate: Laundry and mopping.
Dogs: I've never been a pet person, but I had a dream the other night that I had a Dalmatian. So we'll see.
Essential start of your day: Brushing my hair and my teeth.
Favorite Color: Orange, Black, Blue, Yellow, Red.
Gold or silver: Both, but as I grow older I like gold more and more.
Height: 5'4". But don't ask my mom because she'll say I'm shorter.
Instruments you play: As hard as it is to believe, I took ten years of piano lessons. I've retained about 4% of that talent.
Job Title: Starving student.
Kids: None
Live: Rexburg, ID at the moment. But my heart is in Las Vegas forever.
Mom’s Name: Rebecca. Though, she's been given every unpleasant nickname under the sun.
Nickname: I inherited my mother's unfortunate curse of ugly nicknames. You need only ask.
Overnight Hospitals Stays: None
Pet Peeve: When people don't wear shoes when they're outside, when I can feel pieces of fruit in my permanent retainers, or when people tell me "This smells/tastes awful," and then shove whatever they have in my face.
Quote from a movie: I've no idea.
Right or left handed: Right
Siblings: One sister and two brothers. I promise that I have the funniest family in the world.
Time you wake up: Preferably as late as possible.
Underwear: Yes
Vegetables you dislike: Mushrooms and raw onions.
What makes you run late: Not having dry hair, forgetting my chapstick, trying to find something to wear, and then changing my outfit about three more times.
X-rays you’ve had done: My arm and my teeth.
Yummy food you make: I make wonderful grilled cheese. That's the extent of my culinary ability.
Zoo animal: I enjoy the birds and fish.

Ok, this has got to stop.

A nine month blogging hiatus is never cool. For the few people who read my blog, I apologize for my overly-long absence. I do have a story that is a partial excuse. So, I did try to blog a few months ago. But when I tried to login I couldn't remember my password for my life. I'm the kind of person that uses two passwords for everything. And it was neither of those two. I was freaking out. So, I tried the passwords I knew a few more times, realized that blogging that night was futile, and went to bed. That was sometime in November. So, since November I kind of forgot that I even had a blog. But today I resolved that somehow I would figure this nonsense out. And I did. And it was the password I thought it was. My only explanation is that I had caps lock on the last time. That must mean I need to blog more. So here we are. I've decided I was going to use this post as a recap of my last nine months. These are the major events.

These are in no particular order.

1. My family moved. I had lived in my same house on Rainbow and Oakey for almost 15 years. It was the house I grew up in. When my family told me that we were moving to Centennial area my heart kind of stopped. I couldn't imagine being away from my house I loved so much. But, it happened. It's still taking some getting use to since it's quite a bit smaller than the other house. But it's working out. I share a room with Maddy now. In fact, she's breathing into my hair as I type this. She likes to get extra close to me while she's asleep. I miss the other side of town, I miss a bigger house, but I'm happy.

2. I finally figured out what I want to do. With a career that is. As many of you know, English was always the only thing I was good at in high school. That kind of followed me to college. English is what I like. It's easy for me. I've been majoring in it since my first semester, but I finally know what I want to do with it. I want to be an editor. I have this weird little fantasy of working in a high rise building someday as a prestigious book editor. Some sort of hybrid between a less icy and non-Canadian version of Margaret Tate from The Proposal and a less terrifying and slightly younger version of Miranda Priestly from The Devil Wears Prada. Before I can worry about any sort of career for myself I need to finish school first. I still have at least two and a half years.

3. I sent a boyfriend out on a mission. My dear boyfriend Anthony and I have been dating for just over a year. And he's been in the MTC in Provo since February 16th. He'll leave for Puebla, Mexico sometime in April. It's been a major adjustment not seeing him every day, but I'm happy. I know he's happy and working hard and that makes me happy too. I've got a good feeling about all of it. I love him and talk to him as much as I can. Keeping busy is the key.

That's all the major stuff. I go back to Idaho in a month and a half and am sure that will open a whole new can of worms. If you've read this far into this post, please accept my apology for how horribly this has been thrown together. I'm getting back into the swing of things. Until next time, when my thoughts will be more organized.

I usually blog when I've got something pressing on my mind so forcefully that I feel my head is on the verge of explosion. Believe it or not, it is not one thing today that has gotten me thinking, but rather many. Presently, my life could not be more fulfilling. My mind and heart are both very full today. Most people describe a period in their lives where they suddenly 'find themselves,' and for some strange reason, I think I have recently toed the line of doing exactly that. Take it from me, it isn't like I've had some kind of earth-shattering epiphany lately or anything, but all those nights where I lie awake trying to fall asleep are the times where I sit and reflect on the things in my life that are truly the most important. My life is simple at the moment, and I feel like that's why everything has been so good. It's the little things that make me the happiest these days. Like visits from my favorite boyfriend, snow cones, finding a few extra cents in my pocket, and deep conversation. It's great having people in my life that feel the way I do about the important things, and feel differently enough about everything else to keep things interesting. Surrounding myself with stable and confident people has changed me somewhat into something similar. Because, after all, it is said that we become products of our environment. I have always been blessed with stalwart and responsible friends, and my current status proves no different. I know what I want to do with my life and who I want to remain in it. And frankly, I love waking up every morning with the conviction to do nothing other than move forward.

Happy Happy

Again, I apologize to all for not blogging enough. I have finally made an emergence out of my bat cave (as my father would call it). Life lately has been quite busy, and obviously the first things to be put on the back burner when I'm busy or stressed out (I am hardly either of these, so it's a big deal) are my blog, the cleanliness of my car, and the condition of my fingernails. In a way, I guess I'm a bit glad to be going back to school in a few short weeks, but then I remember all the great things that slammed me in the face since I've been home and automatically forget that I'm busy or stressed out, because being here makes it all worth it. Don't get me wrong people, I do love Rexburg and its horrible qualities you can't help but find endearing, but I am a city girl and belong in the fabulous Las Vegas. I will eventually end up here, of this I am positive.
But considering the horrible condition of my fingernails and hair, a good spa day with Margot (and possibly Courtney) sounds divine.
I haven't been this happy in a really long time. My family tells me that when I'm up to my earlobes in things to do everything else kind of falls into place better. I couldn't agree more. Let's hope that I actually make school a priority this semester.
As for me right now, I am still living at home and serve as the errand-runner and chauffeur for my parents. I will be back to school soon with a positive outlook, though I'll be missing home the whole time. Have a wonderful week all, I hope you all can be as happy as me.

Ps, I would like to dedicate this blog post to Courtney Cowley. Kart, I miss you and I cannot wait until we are reunited. I'm mad I won't be living with you anymore, but I'm willing to look over you ditching us because your handsome brother is coming home. I wish I could find your equal in deep conversations about Hitler, marriage, church, and medical anomalies. I'm still wishing. You can't be beaten. Thanks for reminding me that I have a blog to write on. You're the greatest.

Law-Abiding Citizens

I am utterly confounded about the drivers that plague the streets of Las Vegas. Last time I checked, passing a driver's exam and agreeing to uphold the laws of the state of Nevada did not include almost running innocent drivers like myself off of the road. I had such an experience today while I was on my way home from work. There I was, minding my own business in my own lane, when out of nowhere, a huge white Lincoln Navigator got way too close to flattening me. It only took me a few seconds to conclude that my almost assassin was a mom talking on her phone. She had no idea that she ran into my lane.

One of my favorite conversations to have with people is about the drivers in Vegas. The conversation usually starts with something like " Oh, you haven't seen bad drivers until you've spent a day in ( insert random city here)." Usually that random city is somewhere in Idaho. Being the somewhat snide person I am when dealing with such close-minded people, I always bring up that I live in Vegas, and that you have not had a dangerous driving experience until you have tried going to the Fashion Show Mall on a Saturday. The strip is an automotive shark tank, and I can bear witness of that with all of my heart.

Anyway, I don't want those that read my blog that I am solely deprecating person, so I will stop with my driving rant here. I hope all of you enjoyed the extra-long weekend. I know I did. Goodnight all, and may you all wake up with a head start on the day.

Life of Late

I don't know if people read my blog or not, but if anyone has been bothered by my negligence of not recording the aspects of my life lately, I wholeheartedly apologize. You (the readers I hope I have), will be surprised to find that since Christmas I have managed to find not one, but three jobs to pay for my inability to get good grades in school. These three include a reappearance at Cafe Rio three times a week, working for a lovely court reporter and watching her three boys, and waking up at the crack of dawn with my sweet brother Andrew to get him ready for school. Ergo, I have evolved into an adult in less than a month. I can't really complain though, because I have made a brilliant discovery. When I am drowning in work, I get more done. It's incredible really. I miss being at school though, and having one responsibility instead of innumerable ones. Either way, I'm glad I'm home and not in Rexburg, because what would my blog be without some kind of complaint about the cold? Why can't in be BYU California or something? On a random note, if any of you are 30 Seconds to Mars fans, I highly recommend their new CD. Veritable brilliance.

Oranges

Like every other human being alive, the holidays are my favorite time of the year. But in all honesty, my favorite thing about it is not all the Christmas cookies, or the music, or the hot chocolate, or even the cold. My favorite thing about this time of the year is that it is orange season. Call me crazy, I know it sounds weird, but to me there are few things better in this world than a ripe orange around Christmas time. I secretly wish I lived in the olden days where kids got oranges in their stockings every year instead of trivial things like hairbrushes and gum. I envy those lucky people that live in California and probably are so sick of the sight of oranges they will never eat one again. I don't believe such an experience is possible. What I wouldn't give for an orange tree in my backyard. During my last week of college, I bought 12 oranges from Broulims (our grocery store) and ate them all in 5 days. What can I say? I may as well be addicted. Oranges just put me in a really good mood, and I love that I smell like orange after I enjoy one. Is it so strange that I clandestinely crave a box of oranges for Christmas? That is really all I want, I promise. They are probably one of the few keys to my heart... that, and Coke Zero. But don't get me started on that, or even Coke Zero with an orange. To me, that is bliss in its purest form. Merry Christmas everyone, and if I find a mysterious box of oranges on my doorstep one of these days, just know I'll love you forever.