Oh the joys of college. I've missed it up here.
I LOVE being able to see all the people I haven't seen for the past few months.
Call me crazy but I actually like learning...I can feel my brain developing again.
I'm starting to get into a regular workout routine with my roommates. Spinning classes every Tuesday and Thursday and we found a personal trainer for the remainder of the week.
I absolutely adore my roommates. They all have their own little quirks and personalities that makes living here so much fun.
Fall 2011, you're going to be a good one. I can feel it
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Just A Jot
Normally I would write stuff like this down in my journal but I have lots I want to express and I feel like handwriting would take too long. So sorry if this is boring for you but I want to write.
I leave for school in one day and I am SO excited! It's so weird being back in the same position as I was last year... only last year I didn't know what to expect, who I would meet, what I would learn, etc... I have grown and learned so much in the past year it's unbelievable. I remember my last day at home, as I ate my last meal with my family members, it was bitter sweet. As the time came for us to go our separate ways, I embraced each family member with a hug and many tears were shed. (I knew I'd start crying the second I started writing this. Que waterworks.)
It's so hard to leave my mom, Louisa, Dave and Rob. I love them all so much (as well as my other siblings, who are married). It was so hard for me last year to adjust to being away from home. I vividly remember sitting in my closet the first week of school, balling my eyes out as I called each of my family members asking them where I was and what the heck I was doing. I will never forget the phone call I made to my brother. He gave me the best advice and told me that everything would get better. I will never forget the love I felt from him as I tried so hard to choke back the tears and take into account the advice he had given me.
This whole summer I have been waiting for this week. I have been waiting to say, "I only have one week left until I'm at college again!" but now that its here, I'm feeling differently than I expected. All of a sudden I feel homesick, just like I did at the beginning of my freshman year. Words will never describe the amount of fun I've had this summer with my family. Words will also never describe the amount of generosity my mother has given me the past 4 months. She works so hard to keep everyone in our family happy and she succeeds. I love that woman with all my heart.
I will never forget the memories created this past season. I hope I get over this homesick thing soon, it's making my mascara run.
I love being a student. I love the gospel. I love my family. And I have loved being at home.
I leave for school in one day and I am SO excited! It's so weird being back in the same position as I was last year... only last year I didn't know what to expect, who I would meet, what I would learn, etc... I have grown and learned so much in the past year it's unbelievable. I remember my last day at home, as I ate my last meal with my family members, it was bitter sweet. As the time came for us to go our separate ways, I embraced each family member with a hug and many tears were shed. (I knew I'd start crying the second I started writing this. Que waterworks.)
It's so hard to leave my mom, Louisa, Dave and Rob. I love them all so much (as well as my other siblings, who are married). It was so hard for me last year to adjust to being away from home. I vividly remember sitting in my closet the first week of school, balling my eyes out as I called each of my family members asking them where I was and what the heck I was doing. I will never forget the phone call I made to my brother. He gave me the best advice and told me that everything would get better. I will never forget the love I felt from him as I tried so hard to choke back the tears and take into account the advice he had given me.
This whole summer I have been waiting for this week. I have been waiting to say, "I only have one week left until I'm at college again!" but now that its here, I'm feeling differently than I expected. All of a sudden I feel homesick, just like I did at the beginning of my freshman year. Words will never describe the amount of fun I've had this summer with my family. Words will also never describe the amount of generosity my mother has given me the past 4 months. She works so hard to keep everyone in our family happy and she succeeds. I love that woman with all my heart.
I will never forget the memories created this past season. I hope I get over this homesick thing soon, it's making my mascara run.
I love being a student. I love the gospel. I love my family. And I have loved being at home.
Here we go again!
In just one short day, I'll be back.
Some would call me crazy but I absolutely love Brigham Young University Idaho.
I started packing and realized that 15 bins full of clothes, shoes, and coats is not going to fit in my car. Oh well, I'll figure something out. Bring on the -32 degree, library dwelling, and coat-wearing months! I'm excited.
Some would call me crazy but I absolutely love Brigham Young University Idaho.
I started packing and realized that 15 bins full of clothes, shoes, and coats is not going to fit in my car. Oh well, I'll figure something out. Bring on the -32 degree, library dwelling, and coat-wearing months! I'm excited.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Highlights.
Is it just me or did this summer fly by? I was lucky enough to have one amazing summer. I'm going to miss...
Rodeos
Canada
Water Skiing
Boating
Cherry Coke
Midnight bike rides
Darker skin
Family visitors
Stadium of Fire
Homestead
Tennis
Horseback Riding
Summer 2011, you treated me well.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Great Night
It's very refreshing to get asked out on a date.
Especially if you've been living at home for a few months where the only boys you have contact with are the socially awkward 35 year old single men who still attend the singles ward trying to pick up on 18 year old girls.
This particular boy was a cute, outgoing, and somewhat mysterious returned missionary.
I'd never met him before, but mutual friends thought we should go out...so he called.
He came to the door, shook my parents hands, looked them in the eye and talked with them for a few minutes.
We walked out to my driveway, only to find that he brought a bullet bike instead of a vehicle...My mom was about to have a heart attack.
By some miracle, she let me get on (after much negotiating from my date ensuring her that he would never let anything happen to me) and off we went feeling the august breeze whipping at my bare arms.
He was a gentleman, holding on to me as I adjusted my helmet; helping me on and off the bike, and even complimenting me saying I was "an easy person to talk to" and admitting that he was "pleasantly surprised" when he first saw me.
We sat up on top of a peak, looking at the beautiful lights below talking about everything we love, hate, and aspire to be.
After 2 hours of great conversation, we looked at the clock and realized it was time to grab some ice cream and then head home.
We went to the ice cream place only to find that it was closed. Back on the bike.
He walked me inside, gave me a big warm hug telling me he wants to see me again... I agreed.
Even if this turns out to be nothing, I definitely had a great night and he helped me realize things I wish to someday find in my future husband. I forgot how great it feels to be able to go out and have fun. I appreciate him for taking me out.
Especially if you've been living at home for a few months where the only boys you have contact with are the socially awkward 35 year old single men who still attend the singles ward trying to pick up on 18 year old girls.
This particular boy was a cute, outgoing, and somewhat mysterious returned missionary.
I'd never met him before, but mutual friends thought we should go out...so he called.
He came to the door, shook my parents hands, looked them in the eye and talked with them for a few minutes.
We walked out to my driveway, only to find that he brought a bullet bike instead of a vehicle...My mom was about to have a heart attack.
By some miracle, she let me get on (after much negotiating from my date ensuring her that he would never let anything happen to me) and off we went feeling the august breeze whipping at my bare arms.
He was a gentleman, holding on to me as I adjusted my helmet; helping me on and off the bike, and even complimenting me saying I was "an easy person to talk to" and admitting that he was "pleasantly surprised" when he first saw me.
We sat up on top of a peak, looking at the beautiful lights below talking about everything we love, hate, and aspire to be.
After 2 hours of great conversation, we looked at the clock and realized it was time to grab some ice cream and then head home.
We went to the ice cream place only to find that it was closed. Back on the bike.
He walked me inside, gave me a big warm hug telling me he wants to see me again... I agreed.
Even if this turns out to be nothing, I definitely had a great night and he helped me realize things I wish to someday find in my future husband. I forgot how great it feels to be able to go out and have fun. I appreciate him for taking me out.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
If I had all the money in the world...
I would fly my whole family to this place:
Bahamas.
Then I'd go on a shopping spree (of course):
(Don't these make you go weak at the knees?)
and then I would trade in my Cadillac and buy this car:
hey, a girl needs to dream... right?!
Bahamas.
Then I'd go on a shopping spree (of course):
(Don't these make you go weak at the knees?)
and then I would trade in my Cadillac and buy this car:
hey, a girl needs to dream... right?!
Thursday, August 11, 2011
You know it's a good day at work when:
The scanner doesn't jam your papers.
The water jug is full of water.
Amy or Kallie have an exciting story to tell.
When someone updates their blog. Fresh reading.
When you don't talk to any rude, or inconsiderate people on the phone.
It's been a success today at Complete Restoration, folks!
The scanner doesn't jam your papers.
The water jug is full of water.
Amy or Kallie have an exciting story to tell.
When someone updates their blog. Fresh reading.
When you don't talk to any rude, or inconsiderate people on the phone.
It's been a success today at Complete Restoration, folks!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)