This weekend was full of parties and ward activities and Rachel’s cute little brother and crepes and The Great Gatsby and cracks in the ceiling and church and sleep. Sounds good, doesn’t it?

Friday the 13th was probably the least unlucky day of the week!

It started with this….

Remember over the summer when I posted that I like being alone. I’m back at college, and I still like being alone. I’ve come to prefer it actually. Which is super duper weird for me. So one of my classes is called Visual Literacy. It’s all about how what we see influences our behavior and our creativity. So one of the assignments was literally to wander around. And then we had to document our experience. Here’s my wanderings that I posted on our class blog. I’m not sure what happened, but I like being alone.

I decided to do the assignment about wandering. I packed a bag and set off, planning on taking a quick whiz around the block and being done. After about two blocks, I was wondering if I was doing the assignment right. I decided not to pull my phone out or bring a camera and ruin the wander. It slowly became fantastic. I walked to places I had never seen before. I found a house that I’m pretty sure is a murder house, as well as some houses that I would have moved into on the spot. I followed a couple (against my instincts) until I’m pretty sure they were going to call the cops. I went and swung on a swing in the front yard of a house even though every bone in my body begged me not to. I stood out front of a house and watched TV with the girl through the window. I stayed until a tattooed man (who I’m fairly certain will end up being my husband) gave me the dirtiest look I’ve ever gotten. I figured out how to distinguish between a married couple’s house (neatly trimmed lawn and twine/flower wreath) and single people’s houses (lawn long enough for me to braid and a sofa on the front porch.) I eventually got so lost, I had to pray to the phone gods to get me home. When I got home, I looked at the time. I’d been gone for over an  hour and a half. And it was fantastic. 

Guys. College is hard. Let’s make a list of why college is hard.

-You have to go to school. A lot. And they put up power points and make you take notes, or ask you hard questions and explain things in scary new ways.
-You always have homework
-You need to clean the kitchen seriously all the time. It’s never clean
-Ditto with the living room.
-You live with a bunch of people, and figuring out the dynamic is difficult.
-You meet new people all the time, and have to explain yourself. Which means you kinda have to know who you are.
-Your family is not there. And they’re the greatest.
-You have to buy things. With all the money you don’t have.
-You have to make your own food, and do your own laundry. No bueno.
-You have to walk up a million and five stairs to get to campus (if you’re me anyway).

But there’s also good things. Like getting flowers, good friends who write you adorable birthday notes and make you birthday treats, that nice kid that bought you a Jamba Juice shirt, having to talk a walk as an assignment, and getting to talk about things that matter. So I guess I’ll stay.

Happy Tuesday everyone.

And happy 8 months down:)

Today was my birthday. It’s super selfish, but I love my birthday. There’s something great about looking back on your life, and looking ahead at the good things to come. It’s fun to have a day that’s about you. It’s weird to be away from your family on your birthday, but I have an amazing family, great friends, and wonderful roommates (who are also my friends, don’t be offended) who made the day great. Thanks to everyone who made me feel special today, and for making me feel special everyday:)

Happy Wednesday everyone, happy second first day of school to me, and happy life, really. It is a happy life, isn’t it?

So today is the first day of school. Expect a huge blog post tomorrow with all the details:) But for now here’s just a little story. I’m weepy and nostalgic and whatever, it’s fine.

We walked across the street toward the familiar door. I’d walked that parking lot a million times. Too many of those times with you. It’d be nice to have you here now. But the current company was more than enough. The activity room had the same furniture, virtually in the same place. The decorations in the hallways were different. They seemed meant for people younger than us, and I guess they were. I walked the stairwell that I’d walked a million times. The second floor was welcoming. It felt like coming home. But it’s not home anymore. Down the hallway I knew where everyone lived, but someone strange stood in front of a door. It wasn’t mine anymore. I chuckled at the bulletin board and the new Carnival theme of the hallway. It was an age ago that I lived there, but it was also yesterday. I stopped to talk to a friend, and saw the inside of her apartment. It looked so much like my old place. I almost had to laugh at the absurdity of it all. It was like walking through a dream, or a bizarre deja-vu. Back to the parking lot in the pouring rain. Driving away felt like Freshman year again. But then we came home. To the underground parking lot and the blasting air conditioning in one room, to the broken refrigerator and the three foot high bed. And I love everything about it.

Happy Tuesday everyone, and happy first day of school to me:)

Dearest friends. I am a bit behind blogging wise. I’m all moved in, waited in a horribly long line for a parking pass, am bruised and battered from surgery, spent way too much money on groceries and books, and now am working out wifi problems whilst trying to blog. Our kitchen is a mess and there are boxes everywhere. I keep telling myself we’ll figure it all out, but right now it seems like a good time to do nothing instead of try and do everything. I think I’ll take a breather, and then tackle the dinosaur problems I need to get tackling.

Leaving home yesterday was very hard. For a million reasons.

But I get to keep moving forward.

Maybe I’ll have a minute to snap some better pictures of my apartment and put them up for all you lovely folks tomorrow. We’ll see!

Happy Saturday everyone.

I just had surgery or whatever. That plus moving into my new apartment equals a hiatus from the blog for a few days.

I’m doing great, I love you all:)

Happy Thursday everyone!

Remind me why I ever unpacked everything when I moved back home for the summer?

Hope the first day of school went well for most of the world (I swear BYU is the only place that doesn’t start for another week. I’m totally fine with it, it’s just weird haha)

I’m off to do more packing and wish I didn’t have to move away.

Happy Monday everyone!