Musically Inclined.

I am possibly, most likely, you can definitely bet on it, 

deciding/declaring my major.

Let me tell you, I feel super great about it.

This is what it's called:

If you're confused, it's because you don't know:

 1. That I listen to music for the majority of my days.

2. It's been part of my identity since I was 5 years old.

3. It's one of the only things that can truly give me goose bumps.

4. It's my church calling, and I took it as a sign.

5. I feel that it's 100% right.

It's true, i'm not some crazy musician, and I only have 4,000 songs on my iPod.

But I don't care what anyone else thinks, because i'm going through with it. 

I will be seeing my counselor this week.

Wish me luck.

My weekends are cooler than your weekends.

Definitely more epic than last saturday night (go here to see),
this saturday will obviously go in my scrapbook. "Are you a scrapper??"
We shopped.
We baked.
We pranked.

We taped Cailey to a poll.

We laughed.

We wet our pants.

We chatted with molesters. 

Then they called the cops on us. 

You know, for tying Cailey to a poll.

We snapped a few photos.

Oh. And I'm pretty sure Alyssa was stoned during most of this.

Quotes of the night.

"If I was a molester, I would warn kids about molesters.
Sorry, I warned you."

"Someone fart. Let's categorize it."

"Categorize this!"

The Stank

*I apologize before hand. I hope this doesn't make you puke.*

The uncontrollable dry heaving started when I got a whiff of the ladies room at UVU.
I'm not sure whats worse.
Smelling the pure stench of a stranger's bodily waste,
or smelling it when it's mixed with the strong scent
of a "Hawaiian Breeze" air freshener,
which was intended to cover it up.
GAG.
Once again I apologize.
Worst part? I'm pretty sure I saw the stinker girl walking out.
Smiling.
Needless to say, I didn't last long in there.


P.S. Lyssa is HOME! I love her. And i'm sorry if this is offensive to her
to even be mentioned in such a ridiculously nasty post.

Reasons Why not to Procrastinate

I'm confessing, right now, and letting me stubby fingers pound away on my quiet, MBP keyboard. I procrastinate. Always. To the point where I have a 5 - 12 hour period of complete and utter stress, every week, when everything is due. Sadly, it's always on the weekend, usually Saturday nights, when I should be getting high on the harmonious sound of my friends contagious laughter.
But no. I traded my moments of down time throughout the week, (ideal times to get HW done) for 3 hours naps, video games, movies (Notting Hill, Pride & Prejudice, & Narnia:Prince Caspian), going to the rec (my buns are getting firm, by the way), and of course, the all time favorite, FACEBOOK stalking.

REASON #1: You'll end up like me.
Hopefully thats enough reason to convince you.

Saturday night comes.

7-10PM: I work, only 3 hours, but it feels like an eternity.
10-10:30PM: I watch pawn shop shows with my dad and brother.
10:30PM: HW due in 1.5 hours (online), as I attempt to start it.
10:45PM: Kenna & Kate call, and I have only finished 1 math problem (at this point, a long and agonizing death sounds better than homework).
11 PM: Only four problems (out of 40) have been done.
11:21PM: The last numbers I saw on my clock before I fell asleep (doing HW in your bed is guarantee the worst idea known to man).

Lesson learned? Naturally.
I possibly need a math tutor and a time management coach.
Help meh.

Nappage

Note to self:
Taking 4 hour naps after school is the most disorienting thing you could do. I mean, seriously?? I'm confused enough as it is. I woke up at dinner time and almost got in the shower. Also, we had breakfast for dinner. That sure didn't help. Good thing I have homework to keep me busy until 1 am.

Oh one more thing. My backpack isn't as heavy as I thought it would be. And no, I'm not complaining.

Pack that Backpack, Babe

"Holla at yo boi!" 

College starts tomorrow, and I've never been this excited and scared.

It's a strange feeling, let me tell you. 

Here's what I'm hoping for at my first year at college.

1. To date attractive, nice college boys.

2. Acquire buns of steel from speed walking on campus.

3. To get fabulous grades, obviously.

4. Meet new people, and try new things.

5. Not be judgmental. Because it hurts to be judged.

6. Make enough monies for my trip to Europe.

7. Muster up enough courage and confidence to move out next fall.

8. Party Hardy. Appropriate parties of course.

9. Not make a fool of myself.

10. Be more mature. I'm lacking in maturity.

Until tomorrow, I'll be praying my heart out that I don't get lost on campus, 

and that I'll at least see one familiar face.

Just don't think about it.

Two of my best friends are gone.
I just don't think about it.
My Brother doesn't come home for another 6 months. But I need him.
I just don't think about it.
School starts in a week.
I just don't think about it.
I probably have to babysit this weekend.
I just don't think about it.
Death Cab for Cutie tonight.
Oh wait. I DO think about it.

Yes ma'am. That's the only exciting thing happening in my life right now.
There might be another, if Ash and Lyss decide to come up for the weekend.
You know, for a big sleepover and stuff.
If it's going to happen,
then I'll definitely think about it. All the time.

College. Not Collage.

If I could use one word to describe my day it would be this.

Overwhelming.

Brooke and I went to orientation, and I still have a head ache from all the information I crammed in there. Yes it was helpful, but to be honest, the only good part was that it was like Christmas in August. Everything was free. Even the FOOD.

These are my major options I've been considering.

Today, I received 13 pamphlets, 10 writing utensils, 2 shirts, 2 bags, 1 sweet cocoa mug, 2 sticky pads, 2 magnets, 2 lanyards, 1 folder, 1 major planner, 1 notepad, 1 mini stapler and a back of bandaids.

So worth it.