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"