21 Things

In the great year of 2011 this girl will be 21. That's right twenty-one. To celebrate such an auspicious occasion (yes I googled, what auspicious meant, and luckily it fit) I am starting something new. It is called my " 21 Things" creative title? No. Are their exciting things listed under this title? Yes. This year I am going to be doing 21 new things that I'd like to try out or commit myself to doing. This list contains anything from kissing a cute boy (she likes boys whaa???) to flying a kite. It is random and different but I am extremely excited about it. Every time I do something on my list I get to check it off. I've already started and it's so fun! It's a year of new possibilities and many changes are already taking place. It's going to be my year of boldness. 21 will be lovely.

Life

So this is the time of the semester that is so extremely bittersweet. I love going home and I can't wait to go home. Seriously. I also love being at school. Life is so drastically different from school to home. The end of semester is always the worst too, because I have to say goodbye to some people for a long time. Some I don't know when I'll ever see again. I hate it. It makes me sad, but I have to focus on the positive. I have been trying to get everything done for school so here is a small rundown of my last few days...

This is called the recorder a.k.a. the dumbest instrument on the planet that sounds so horrible who would ever really want to learn it instrument.

For class I was supposed to be practicing and learning this stupid stupid instrument. Whoops.

On to my next fun little task. As a group for my music class we had to tell a story through song. It was supposed to be really fun and cute. My group got the book Piggie Pie. We had it all set up, and we were going to rehearse it monday night. The main girl who had the most lines and who was the core of the presentation did not show up. Called her...texted her...nada. Ok we decided we'd just figure it out tuesday when we had to perform. We get to class and she did not bring her costume, and she had the sheet music for the song we were supposed to sing. Imagine all 5 of us up there trying to sing a song we don't know the tune for. I thought one of the girls was going to hurt the girl who didn't show up on rehearsal night. We basically went up and looked like complete idiots. I just had to laugh, because if I didn't I would have been really upset, but at least it was comical for those watching us right? I nade a cute ducks beak.

 Cute right??

Then came my Family Foundations Religion class, in which my final was today. I had to put together a million talks about Family, Marriage, and lot of different topics. My binder is really cool and useful it just took forever!

I have permanent tissue damage from the amount of hole punching I had to do.

Now I'm off to pack and study and play. I'll be home soon for a long time.

I just may miss the snow

The Pixie Cut

Will this haircut force me to become a nun?

Will boys think I'm really ugly?

Will boys never want to date me?

Will I be mistaken for a 12 year old boy?

Should I do this?

When my hair grows back will it still be curly? (this option frightens me the most)

Tell me your thoughts..please.

This post may be due to my lack of desire to go to bed. Maybe I'll grow my hair out...

Job Game Plan

Craigslist has told me that the only way I'm going to make money this winter is to be a surrogate or be an egg donor. They get soo much money. I'm sure my parents will be fine with this option. The neighbors may talk, but oh well! Sorry Mom to ruin your reputation. Going to single's ward won't be awkward at all!

Shnow Adventures

So the other night my roomies and I were feeling like we needed a snow adventure. If all this white stuff is going to be falling from the sky we might as well take advantage of it right? Right.

So we bundled up ( I of course resembled the little brother off of the classic movie: Christmas Story. If I fell over I was a goner, no use in trying to ever get up.)

We had to go pick up tubes from our slacker friends apartment who did not want to get dirty in the snow. They have a bit of wuss complex. I don't want to mess up my hair. It's cold. Let's watch Barbie's Christmas Adventure instead...

After leaving Mr. and Mrs' wuss' house we headed to the famous snow hill and got to work. The snow was falling and it looking like beautiful glitter falling from the sky. It was so Christ-mas-eeee.

We ended up meeting new friends and saw a boy from our ward while we were there and we made an awesome train. The night was so much fun, and I've enjoyed living in the snow for this last little bit.

A few nights pass and we decide to go again with some other friends. This time was a little more dangerous. The beautiful powder all froze and it became a game of avoid the ice.

My dearest friend who shall go unnamed decided to give me an UNasked for running push and spun me backwards. I then flew down the hill, flew over a jump, and flew off my tube hitting my head so hard. In the past I've been one to quit and say I'm done and I'm angry! I decided this was childish and tried my hardest just to be tough and get over it quick. Which I did, swear.

I then proceeded to white wash my old fhe brother twice. This is because I am so strong and am easily able to take down people twice my size. Seriously I'm so strong. Just ask anyone... 

Then just when I thought the night was over and I had escaped kind-of injury free, my other friend throws the inner tube at my face as I was looking away. You guess it, right as I looked back over it hit straight in the face...I barely escaped with my life but here I am today typing away (with a very sore neck, just sayin...)

 

Rehab

Coming back to school after Thanksgiving break is always bit of a shocker.

I like to refer to it as Rehab.

Whilst I was away at my Grandparents I was given top treatment and waited on hand and foot.

 

"Please Grandma nooo don't give me another piece of cake. Grandma seriously please quit making my bed. Grandpa don't cook me another gourmet breakfast, please don'tttt."

At least that's how I remember it anyways. Maybe it was a little different.

Then I come back to school, and I open my fridge and I see moldy cheese. 

That's it, just moldy cheese.

Then I remember how amazing last week was. Now everyday I'm fighting the want of chocolate eating and pancake indulging, but who am I kidding. I'm not at Grandma and Grandpa's anymore. Rehab.

No more goodness to eat, the last few weeks of school are purely survival mode. You don't want to buy a lot of food, because you will be leaving soon.

So here's to the next few week's of starvation, packing, test taking, and lonesome traveling endeavors. 

Stay tuned for my next post "Sledding: Rexburg Edition"

Shnow

So this stupid white stuff started out as magical but now its just making me mad. It's ruining everyone's travel plans, and making everything really dangerous for everyone. Alas....I tried to embrace it. I've been an only child for the last few days living at my Grandparents, so I decided to be productive (only children usually aren't productive? I wasn't saying that I just didn't know how to intro into this topic) to venture outside into the cold to see what all the fuss was about.

Mr. Tumnus I am waiting but you are not coming

Now what? I should quit taking pictures of myself. I don't want to turn into that person. Seriously.

Silence

I'm sitting in bed right now, and it is silent. I've come to learn that snow brings silence. You can step outside your front door and if it is snowing the world is quiet. No noises, just soft sounds of snowing gently hitting the ground. It's a sound I've come to adore.Now I sit in bed listening to Christmas music. Holidays, I love you. I want to jump on the Polar Express right this very second to go see Santa (and of course have hot chocolate).

Polar Express just for Lex, Tom Hanks here I come!

Sunday and LIfe

I do love Sundays. I love that I get to sleep in, I love that I get to see all the cute boys who are in my ward, I love that all the cute boys are my FHE brothers and home teachers. (yes pulease, and thank you)

We usually end up making delicious baked goods that I definitely do not need to eat, but excuse me if I don't like being rude and denying my roomates of their kind deeds. Seriously, cmon now.

I have been sick this past week and have missed a lot of class. (crap) So now I get to live at school this week before break. Yay?

My roomate is the sports coordinator for the ward, and so being the fantastic roomate that I am, I joined a copius amount (do you think I'm smart for using that word? I spelt it wrong? Dangit!) of teams; far more than I should have, just or the sake of not forfeiting.

I play futsal (indoor soccer), volleyball, and battleship (extremely fun game played in the school's pool using canoes.)

Point A: I am not good at playing sports.
Point B: I am especially terrible at futsal, and I guarantee to entertain you if you watch me. I blocked 3 goals that my OWN teammates were trying to shoot. I just think it's fun to block balls, stand in the way, and play in other people's feet as they dribble. Sue me. ( is that the right sue or is there another one?...soo me...su me...seww me...please lexi, seww me? We're not making costumes here.)


This is all done in the name of trying to be a supportive roommate. I think I'll be doing others a favor if I just allow our team to forfeit. At least we'd go out with some dignity. I mean, not that I don't love wearing the awesome hart workout attire, and making a fool of myself all at the same time. Please, that has nothing to do with. But seriously, please don't make me play again...

Terribly Boring

Sometimes people call me a hippie. Sometimes I think I'm ok with it and sometimes not. I've been thinking about what it is I want in life as far as "living" goes. 

I'm ok with no t.v.

I'm ok with making my foods from scratch because I know what goes into it.

I'm ok with living very simply, because a simple life to me is a happy one.

I'm ok with buying eggs from cage-less chicken farms, because I think they have a right to spread their wings too.

I'm ok with being barefoot!

I'm ok with living in the country, and I will love it.

I'm ok with breathing in the good and exhaling the bad.

I'm ok with having ten babies. Please.

I'm ok with the fact I'll be the coolest mom who will plays with her kids, and makes them venture outside with her.

I'm ok with the fact that I want to live in a wooden cabin, with roaring fires in each room.

I'm ok with the fact, that I'll be content reading a million books, and that I love childrens books more than adults.

I'm ok with the fact that I live with 5 girls and that this is only a short period of my life.

I'm ok with the fact that I like building forts with twinkle lights.

I'm ok with the fact that I've changed more this year than I ever have before and I'm realizing who I really am. 

I'm ok with the reality that life is changing in unknown directions.

Life Catch Up

I spent a lot of time with these crazy people before school started

I got some reallllly cute and fun roomies

 

I redecorated my room; which is messy and kind of ugly but someone is begging me to post them

 

 

 

I got some really fun FHE brothers. They are so hilarious!

Dear Life

This is more like a note to myself. This all makes sense to me, and probably not anyone reading it. It's one of those nights where I'm up to late, and I'm probably thinking too much. It's the beginning of a new semester, and their are so many unknowns and different possibilities that lay ahead of me. The new semester is always exciting, always challenging, and I always seem to learn so much more about myself. I learn more about who I want to be and who I want to become. I sit in my little bedroom thinking about all the things I'm grateful for. Their is so much to be grateful for. I go to the Lord's University, I sincerely love my roommates, I have the greatest friends, I have my dearest best friend right across the hall from me, I have the Temple 5 minutes from my very doorstep, I have a beautiful family, and most importantly I have a knowledge of my future and how wonderful it can be. I often wonder if I'm going in the direction I'm suppose to be going. I've been thinking a lot lately about serving a mission. I don't know if it's right for me, but I'll be doing a lot this semester to find that answer I need so I can make the right decision. Life is so interesting, and I could never have seen myself where I'm at now with out the hand of my loving Heavenly Father guiding me. It's always so weird, because I can always feel when change is coming into my life. I can feel it so strongly right now. I have this feeling that things will be different very soon, and that things in my life are going to be different. I can feel it. I'm reminded often to look at my life with perspective as to where I want to be in 5, 10, 15 years. I need to make those decisions now that will take me where I want to be in my future. I often think about how I'll look back at this time now in my life and how I'll look back at it with such great fondess; but also I'll want to tell myself not to worry so much. Things will work out. Things will be OK. I know that, and I have faith in that.

Some Days...

Some days I look at craigs list...

I change my desired location to Paris, France

I look up apartments for rent, and I pretend I'm honestly looking for a place to live

I think about how I'll get up in the morning and take the metro anywhere and just people watch

Then I think about how I'll definitely be needing a crepe with nutella and bananas by noon

After I eat my crepe I'll rent a fat tire bike and ride through Versaille

Then I will ride the metro back to my cozy apartment where I will read Vogue

Just to make sure I'm not making a fool of myself in Paris

Then I will fall into Parisian bliss and sleep the night away dreaming of Leonardo Da Vinci doing the Tango 

With the mysterious smiling woman in the Mona Lisa...

Apartment choice 1

Choice 2

Choice 3

Delicious Masterpiece

Looky what I've been up to this fine evening....goodness.

Busy Bee

This week has been so busy, and very fun. It seems like everyday I've played and I'm not behind either! This weekend I went out to Rigby Lake and on saturday I went to a place called Money Rock. At monkey rock they have bridge jumping, and I always promised myself I would never bridge jump. Well...everyone was doing it, and everyone was pressuring me. I mean, really how could I say no? I would never do anything dangerous and it wasn't that far of a drop, and I trusted the judgement of the people I was with. There were tons of people there and it took me forever to get the nerve just to stand up on the ledge (the scariest part.) My roomate was begging me not to do it, but then she decided if I was taking the risk so was she. So our friends helped us up onto the platform, and then I thought maybe I had died. I looked down, and decided quickly that was not a good idea. I just kept thinking "just jump and then it can be over with!" But I couldn't! We had everyone waiting for us, and I kept looking back at my friends saying that I didn't think I could do it. They kept encouraging me, and finally I just jumped. I didn't say anything I just stepped off. It felt like I was in the air forever, and I screamed like someone was stabbing me (really embarassing). Once I popped out of the water I looked over and my roomate was right next to me. Everyone up top started clapping and we finally did it! I was so happy, and once it was over I thought it was really fun. It's been such a fun week/weekend, and this week is going to absolute pandemonium. I have to work a bunch and it's finals week. I also have to drive to utah, fly to lax, fly to sacramento, drive 4 hours to ft. bragg, and then I can finally relax. It's always a very long process getting home, and usually a little bit lonely since I do a lot of traveling solo but I'm excited for everything.

Oh, I am Excited

So I am excited. Very excited. There is a change coming into my life. It is something only I can control. Only something I can change. I am making that change. I am not telling anyone, atleast for right now. It has nothing to do with boys, school, or the like. Something many of you may be disappointed about if you really found out what it was, but for me it is very great news. I can't wait! It's something I've really wanted to do for a long time, but now is the right time. Here I go.

Well, we tried

Last night a group of us tried going to the ice caves. Key word here is "try." You never hear of too many people ever making it to the ice caves. They seem like some far away destination that no one can ever find. I was excited to go, and to get there we traveled on THE bumpiest road I have ever driven on. Seriously sooo bumpy. We ended up just driving around forever and exploring the vast wilderness of Ideeho.It was a fun night, and there was some really cool lightening that lit up the sky.

To Start us Off...

Time: 5:30 pm

Who: My Co-worker,his friend,my roomate, and I

What: Double date

To say the least dating really isnt my favorite thang. I prefer to spend time with people I love and already like! (this is a horrible attitude, I know) I could feel this one coming on for a little bit.

I work with this boy, we'll call him "Jim Bob." Jim Bob texted me saturday night wondering what I was doing that night. I actually already had plans but they weren't until later so I said I had something at 9 but nothing until then.

He said he was wondering if my roomate and I wanted to go to a rodeo and dinner with him and his friend. I said yes, and was sooooooooooooooooo relieved that he had asked us both to go. I was still a little confused about who he was asking, my roomate or I?

He only had my number so we weren't sure. We weren't too worried about it, because we'd figure it out when we all got together. Then it'd be obbbbbvious. Right? WRONG.

The entire night, they made us choose everything! Who wants to sit in the front? Who wants to sit next to who in the car? Who wants to sit next to who at dinner? At the rodeo? The lists goes on my friends. One paid for dinner, and the other paid for the rodeo. No help there.

The entire night we had no clue who was who's date. It was even more horrible that they were so awkward about it, like they would walk slowly to the car to see who would sit where. We felt like we were under examination. We're both convinced they were undecided and wanted to see who'd we'd go for.

The worst part is that we actually had to choose. I felt like it was a flip of a coin. We finally just chose who to sit next to and talk to, and I felt like I had chosen wrong the whole time!

I hate dating boys I don't want too. I know I know. This is life and how you get to know people, and find out what you want in a person. BUT I don't like it.

Have You Ever...

Have you ever known someone who is ALWAYS there to listen to you?
Have you ever known someone to think about you all day?
Have you ever laughed so hard with someone you can't breath?
Have you ever thought, what did I do in the previous life to deserve this person?
Have you ever been able to tell someone anything, and you knew it'd be safe?
Have you ever had a best friend?
Have you ever had someone who prays for your well being all day long?
Have you ever missed someone so much it stings a little?
I'm blessed to have a Mom I call my bestest friend. I sometimes lay awake at night wondering how I got to so blessed. I love my Mom so much!

Til' Ya Make It

I am happY! I'm going to tell myself that everyday, until I actually completely believe myself. I'm fakin it, til' I make it. I realized something in church today, that I've been so obsessed about myself and my hardships that they seem worse than they really are and they're plenty of people going through so much more than me. So I'm going to look for a service opportunity each day, and I'll join some section of the service club here at school. I did it last fall where we would go to the nursing home right up the street and have activites and just visit. It was so great to brighten someone's day, and to take the focus off myself. I'm realizing life isn't just about me me me, so I'm going to change. I really am happy though, and I have great roomates. I'm especially grateful for my roomie kylee we understand eachother, and are going through some of the same things. She's become my new workout buddy and we've been working out really hard. I'm determined to get into the best shape I can and just be the healthiest person I can be so I can give life my all.

Today

Today is not a good day. It actually was a great day, but tonight I am feeling so sad. Its so hard to go through things when you're so far away from home, and you know your not alone but you feel like it. I feel completely overwhelmed. I just started school and I have so much homework, I started a new job which is really stressful right now, and a certain special someone and I are no longer together. As I type this all out I realize these are all things that are HUGE blessings in my life, and I know things will get better. I know things happen in our lives for reasons, but its so hard to go through them when they are happening. I'm so blessed though. I do have a great job this semester and I love my classes. It's just everything else that is so hard to get through. I'll just pray a lot and try and remember things will get better. I'm not alone.

Grandma's Old Gems

I've had a bag of my glamorous grandma's old jewelry. It included a lot of clip on earrings and gold necklaces. Lots of 90's trinkets, and I've been wanting to put them to good use for years (literally). My birthday was a few weeks ago, and my Grandma got me two really cute hair clips from Antrhopologie. They were adorable, and I love them, because they weren't your usual hair clip. ANYWAYS, this gave me the inspiration I needed. The cherry to my sundae if you will! So I busily got to work. Grabbed my supplies and manly tools and went to work.

This Week/Month's Goals:

Goal 1: Try and eat food with 5 ingredients or less.

Goal 2: Try and eat foods with ingredients a 3rd grader could read.

Goal 3: Go to bed at 10PM! ( I don't ever remember going to bed earlier than at least 12)

Goal 4: Choose one show a day to watch on t.v., I only get one!

Goal 5: Spend an hour a day on the computer maximum.

Goal 6: Start and finish a book this week.

Goal 7: Plant something, start a little garden of sorts.

I'v realized I've been spending WAY too much time on the t.v. and computer. I don't even really like t.v. that much! I got my food goals from Michael Pollan's book Food Rules. He was on Oprah the other day and helped with the ever so amazing documentary Food Inc. Everything he says makes sense to me, and I'm excited to change my eating habits.

Maybe I'll give it a whack!

Well, I haven't blogged since October. I don't really feel I have the right to blog seeing I don't have children, I'm not really crafty, and I don't come up with delicious foods from scratch. BUT maybe I have something different to offer the blogger world. Things such as awkward moments I tend to have regularly, a good book review, and other odds and ends type of shenanigans. I'll try it. Maybe you'll like it, maybe I won't. I'll just throw around the idea of blogging, and we'll see how it goes.