Remember back in the days when frozen yogurt was a big deal and we all used to think in blog format so much in fact we had formed a mutual friendship with one another through this website.

I'm kind of missing those days. 

I get really bad nosebleeds?

If I wrote an autobiography it would probably be called something like "The Tales of a Super Awkward Girl." Awkward moments seem to define my life in the same way plastic surgery defines Kim K's.

So here it goes again.

I had finally gathered some of my limited supply amounts of courage and I sat down next to a cute boy in my Political Science class. (Isn't this how all embarrassing stories begin?) Things were going great, we were discussing every cliche small chat topic there is; the weather, our majors, the upcoming midterm, goats who climb up trees, our mutual belief in mermaids, etc. Oh, and the fact that he loves science, but doesn't want to be a doctor because he's afraid of blood. ** <Important.

Then class started. Now, sadly, lecture beginning isn't the worst part of my tale. We had scooted to the very middle of the auditorium rows. (This is important for the future of this story.) And he and I were still talking here and there a little throughout the lecture.

Then, half way through the lecture, I turn to talk to the cute boy and suddenly blood starts to gush out my nose. It is flowing like mad and I wish I had a tampon so I could pull a "She's the Man" on this nose bleed. But unfortunately I didn't even have a tissue. His eyes wide with pure terror. I slammed my hand to my face, stood up and started trying to squeeze my way out of the classroom. I was nearly to the end of the row when I tripped right in front of my professor. All eyes were on me in the center of the class, it was just like a circus. It was the kind of nightmare that keeps people like Matthe McConaughey up at night.

I fled from that class room faster than Harry Potter could say "quidditch." (Side note: I am counting that as my exercise for the day.)

I don't know if I want to relive the rest of this adventure by writing it, but let's just say that reentering the classroom to get my belongings was...awkward. 

is this against the honor code?

I know that the main point of college is to get a degree to get a job. But I am a firm believer that college is an experience. And I intend to live this experience to the fullest, because I will never get to relive this time in my life. And the college years are the time in your life where the very best stories come from. So, to ensure that I get the best of the experience, I made a bucket list.

^^ Go on a mission
^^ Be involved in a protest
^^ Write an article for a campus publication
^^ Road trip with friends
^^ Get a (henna) tattoo
^^ Be an EFY Counselor (or something like that)
^^ Study/Intern abroad
^^ Do the polar plunge in Ut. Lake
^^ Learn a second language fluently
^^ Share a slam poetry poem
^^ Go up to USU and become a true aggie (even though I'm a cougar)
^^ Sleep overnight to get good seats at a game
^^ Perform in a karaoke night
^^ Play Sardines in the MARB
^^ Volunteer for a crisis call center
^^ Learn to play an instrument
^^ Travel to a different country for fun
^^ Go sky diving
^^ Dye my hair a crazy color (preferably pink)
^^ Be an active member of a club

If you have any ideas, I am completely opened to bucket list suggestions.

better than a hogwarts letter.

My mission call is here! Right at my house. I have waited my entire life for this moment. I am so excited I could throw up. But at the same time, I feel completely calm. (Don't ask me how those feelings can fit into one person at the same time, I'm not a scientist so I can't answer that for you.) I am just filled with peace and faith. A beautiful combination of emotions.

People keep asking me if I'm nervous and I'm not. 

People keep asking me where I think I'll go and I have no idea.

People keep asking me where I want to go and I don't care.

I am not nervous because I don't care where I go. China, Provo or Mars. English, Arabic or French. I am just excited to get called to be a missionary for this church that I love with my whole heart.

I'll go where you want me to go, dear Lord,
I'll say what you want me to say,
I'll be who you want me to be. 

fly away.

Recently, I have been diagnosed with a bad case of wanderlust.

In all honesty, if you would have asked me a year ago, I wouldn't have held this same view. A year ago I was content being forever in one place. I believed it wasn't about where you are it was who you were with. Well, I still believe friendships hold a higher value than an airline ticket, I still crave traveling. I just want to see everything there is to see. More than seeing anything, I want to experience all there is to experience. Traveling seems like the optimal way to do this.

I think the importance of traveling is often underestimated. But it shouldn't be. Traveling opens our eyes to different cultures and ways of life. Traveling allows us to see all of the wonders of this incredible earth. Traveling let's us just glimpse into the lives of the billions of other people on this planet, that we too often forget about. Traveling is important. *Steps off of my soapbox.*

So, if you were going to buy me an airplane ticket to anywhere on this planet, here are the five top places I want to go.

5. Peru
Machu Picchu would be an incredible sight. Also, seeing the different culture of this South American country would be incredible.

4. Anywhere in Africa
I know that Africa is a continent and this is a broad generalization, but I would be happily satisfied if I saw any part of Africa.

3. Jerusalem
Goodness gracious. I can't even begin to explain how amazing this would be.

2. Greece
So much history that I would love to see there.

1. Thailand.
I WANT TO GO THERE SO BAD.
I had about 40 pictures of Thailand on my Pinterest board and it was so hard to choose a favorite. I really, really want to go to Thailand before I bite the dust. I was even registered for Thai language class before I decided to just take GE's until I returned from my mission. But really, Thailand is my dream.












Okay, there are so many places that didn't make my top five list. There are many honorable mentions:
Rome - Egypt - Alaska - Ireland - Russia - New Zealand - India - Venice - London - Cambodia - China - Alabama - Australia - Sweden - Brazil - Amsterdam - Austria
There are just so many places to see.
Any places that you've been to that I should add to my list? What is on your list? 

cliche, but totally necessary.

The other day I was walking home from nearly failing a test I had studied for like a crazy person. It was raining ice and I was miserable at best. I looked over my shoulder and looked at the barely visible 'Y' on the mountain. I was completely overcome with gratitude. 

I am seriously so grateful to be here. 

Here on this Earth, here at BYU, here everywhere I am. 

I am really so blessed. 

There is so much in my life to be thankful for. And I'm not trying to be cliche because it's November, but here is a list of a few things I'm grateful for lately.

I'm grateful for the most amazing roommates on the planet. They are my soul mates.

I'm grateful for the gospel.

I'm grateful for ice cream. Like so much gratitude there.

I'm grateful for the Harry Potter series and JK Rowling.

I'm grateful to have the opportunity to fail my Biology test. So many people don't even get to go to college or even get an education. 

I'm grateful for the temple and hot cocoa trips.

I'm grateful for finger nail polish.

I'm grateful for sunsets and starshine.

I'm grateful for In-n-Out.

I'm grateful for the Book of Mormon.

I'm grateful for America.

I'm grateful for everything. Really. Even pain and heartache and sadness, I have still learned so much from it and I am so grateful there is opposition in all things. I love life and I wouldn't have it any other way. 

I should take a nap. & other thoughts about college life.

I'm legally an adult, and just the fact that the government is recognizing me as a capable member of society is yet further proof that politicians can be stupid. I am no where near functioning. The other night I stayed up until two am drinking hot chocolate and watching Disney's the "Aristocats" in my cheetah footie pajamas. Because I'm a thug and I do want I want. Consequently, I slept through my first and second class of the day, because yolo. (Does every bad decision I make count as living the 'yolo' life?)

College is hard. Like you know when you're treading water and you exert all of your energy and everything hurts, but you're not really going anywhere? That's what college feels like. It's exhausting to spend so much time studying and trying and failing. But, that's where my skill of pep talks comes in. College is not purely academic, college is an experience, and a fabulous one at that. College is where you make your best friends. Learn how to live on your own. And have some of the best experiences you'll ever have in your entire life. I am really so blessed to be here and I love it tons and tons. (And I will keep repeating this to myself until I graduate probably.)

Also, one of the other things I've learned is how rarely I drink milk. I have yet to purchase any milk without it going bad. (Side note: when you try to be "healthy" and splurge on "produce" it nearly always goes bad, that's just how life works.) I hung this picture on my fridge because then when my milk goes bad I find it hilarious. (Also, my roommate is from Kansas and she single-handedly drinks 2.5 gallons of milk a week. I am constantly amazed by the way she guzzles that milk down. And you should be too.)