Plenty of Fish in the Sea??

So I've been thinking...we always hear the phrase, "there are plenty of fish in the sea." And Every time I go through a break up, it feels like that is the re-occurring phrase that comes out of my mothers mouth. I do very much agree with you, mom. There really are millions and billions of fish in the sea, but the other day I had to sit and just laugh for a second as I thought about this precious phrase. So yes...there are plenty of fish in the sea...HOWEVER, you have to rule out a few of them if you think realistically. You can't have every fish, let alone even want every fish...what about the weird fish?....the hot-headed fish?...the shy fish?...the whore fish who swims around with all the other whore fish...and don't even get me started on the ugly fish? The ugly fish in itself cut out about half the school of fish...

I think after calculating all the different varieties of fish that I just don't care for, that leaves me with maybe 5% of the fish in the sea that could be a possibility.

I hope none of you take offense to this, but I think we all know I'm right on this one. You will certainly not be attracted to every fish in the sea...I understand that. There's some fish that just aren't your type and that you just don't click with. And yes, believe me, I know that I am still VERY young and I am loving every minute of being single. But eventually I do want to get married...So for you 5% of fish that are out there that COULD be a possibility...I'm holding out for you...I have just yet to find you. For the time being, I'm living up the single life and waiting for that gorgeous fish in my ward who I am VERY much attracted to, to decide that I really am lots of fun to swim with...

Finals Blow...

I seriously don't see the need for finals. I don't understand them. They blow and they blow hard! I swear the only point for finals is to make you think your really smart and then after you walk out of the testing center, you're brought back down to the zero level and feel as big as an ant because you weren't as big of a hot shot as you thought you were. I have had ZERO desire to study for finals this semester. I've been to the library several times in the past few days for hours at a time and i still feel like i get NOTHING accomplished....it could possibly be because I always see this beautiful boy everytime I go in there (but that's besides the point)...Take today for instance...I was in the library for 4 hours and still got nothing done and Beautiful boy wasn't even there!...I know...it was probably because I was hoping and waiting for beautiful boy to enter... but yet, he was a no show. I walked out thoroughly disappointed. Disappointed in myself for not focusing more on my studies and disappointed that I didn't get to look at beautiful boy for 4 hours straight...So tragic...

So Please Beautiful Boy...All I'm asking is for you to be in the library tomorrow so you can give me a little encouragement to study...and if not...just show up so that I can have a little piece of eye candy for the day...

Ritz Crackers

K seriously...why are Ritz Crackers so dang good. So I was sitting up on campus in the MARB waiting for my awful nutrition class to start. I was sitting on the ground up against the wall trying to get warm from just being outside in the freezing cold, when I realized I was really hungry. My thoughts immediately turned to the sleeve of ritz crackers that I brought for a snack today. I brought them expecting to eat just a few to tie me over till I could actually feast upon a nutritious meal. So I pull them out of my backpack, carefully open the package making sure I don't crush any of them. I started by just taking one out...shoved the whole thing in my mouth and decided...hey these taste pretty darn good right now. So i went for another one. Before I knew it...I was half way through the sleeve...and I didn't even care...I just kept on chowing down. So I'm sitting there facing the stairs watching everyone walk up them. I see at the bottom of the stairs this guy starting to run up the stairs...taking them 2 at a time. The moment he started running up, I knew he was going to biff it. And as I thought this...I made sure my ritz were still in hand...I just wanted some food to enjoy the show right? And sure enough...I was right...I had just put a cracker in my mouth when the guy started slowing down at the top and didn't quite make it all the way up to that second step. He completely fell on the stairs...banged his knee on the stair. He stands up and said, "Wow...now that's embarrassing." I laughed in my head...that type of evil laugh when it would just be too rude to let it out so you are forced to keep it in. And thought to myself, "Called it!" After he walked away, (limping I might add) another girl looked at me and started busting up laughing. I decided it was appropriate for me to laugh...with a cracker in mouth. Now that I think of it...it was definitely not lady like to open my mouth with food in there...definitely not a pretty sight to see mashed up food sitting on your tongue. And before I knew it...I was down to my last cracker. How could I possibly eat a whole sleeve of ritz in a matter of minutes! I guess I just had too much fun enjoying the show....

BYU vs AIR FORCE

Our cougars pulled through with another victory on Saturday. BUT the best part of the whole game was that Craig and I were on TV i'm pretty sure. They captured this moment...


Craig sat on my lap to keep me warm. It was absolutely freezing. The next thing I know there is a camara in my face. So we smiled and waved as Craig said, "Oh Crap". Good thing I wasn't picking my nose or something...now THAT would've been embarrassing. We can't help that we're just ridiculously good-looking.

Hit by a car

Nope....I wasn't the one that got hit. My roommate got hit by a car tonight. Very scary! Some idiot chick driver was going about 30mph and hit my roommate, Lindsay as she was crossing the crosswalk. The EMT came and took her to the ER. You gotta love my roommate though...when the EMT got to the site of the accident Lindsay told the EMT to call my other roommate Bekah and tell her that she wasn't going to be able to make it to FHE (Lindsay is our FHE mom) Bekah about busted up laughing...way to magnify your calling Linds. Anyway, she was definitely blessed with the fact that she didn't have a concussion, any broken bones or fractures. She's definitely feeling some extremely bad pain though. Our ward is so great and rallied around the cause and helped out with a bunch. It's great how the gospel brings us all together. Your thoughts and prayers would be much appreciated.

Broken Sandals

Well Everyone...I am sad to announce that my super cute black sandals passed away the other day. Let me fill you in on what happened. Last week on Tuesday I was up on campus walking back from the devotional with Craig and Bekah. Ya know....I'm just walking along minding my own business in a huge crowd of people. Lucky me that I take after my extremely clumsy older sister (love you Bre) I totally tripped on a little crack in the side walk. It was one of those cracks that the squares of cement don't line up quite right so one of them is a little higher than the other...yah that beloved one. You think Cement layers would know how to evenly spread Cement. I blame them for this mishap. Anyway, so i totally trip and the strap of my sandal broke. Luckily these sandals had a strap around the ankle too so they were still connected. My sandal was pretty much dragging on the floor so I had to pick up my foot. I felt like a retarded horse. Craig and Bekah could not stop laughing at me. It was aweful. I was going to be late for one of my classes so I had to go to class with a broken shoe. Craig, as kind and gracious as he is, picked me up after my class and ran me home so that i could get a new pair of shoes and made it back to campus just in time for my next class.
Because these sandals are my favorite shoes I felt like I needed to save them in some way. Thank goodness for the divine invention of Gorilla Super Glue right? Thanks to Craig he lent me some glue to repair my poor shoe. So i reattached the strap with the glue...gave it a little tug to make sure it worked and what did I find?....A miracle! It totally worked....or so i thought.
This past Tuesday I decided to give it a shot and wear the sandals again. I was running a little bit late on this particular morning. It wasn't the greatest morning to be running late either...I had a paper due in my first class so i was trying to book it up to campus. So I'm walking fairly quickley....backpack on back, coat in hand, sandals functioning great until what happened? THE SAME EXACT THING! I tripped on a stupid cement square that was little bit higher than the previous one and my sandal broke again! I stopped for a second and did a lot bit of that dance when your not really sure if you should go back or keep on going forward. People, I had just barely passed the riviera parking lot when this happened so I definitely was not too far away from my apartment. I'm pretty sure any normal girl would've said, "screw class. I want to look good. and I definitely don't want to be looking like a horse walking around all day with a broken shoe." Well mom, I'm pleased to announce that my schooling won this battle. I can't believe i did this but i just kept on trudging...ALL THE WAY UP TO CAMPUS. I went to my first class with a broken shoe..trying so hard to not turn heads. I text Bekah and Craig of what had tragically happened to me. They definitely got a kick out of it. Bekah, bless her soul, brought me a new pair of sandals to the devotional.

Moral of the Story: Time for new black Sandals! oh and...Watch out for those stupid abnormally raised Cement squares in the ground. Come one Cement Layers...learn how to do your job. You broke my favorite shoe.

Halloween

Ya know...I've never really been a big fan of Halloween. The only cool thing about it was that you got free candy for just saying "trick-or-treat" and you didn't even need to do a trick. All Halloween is, is an attention-seeking holiday. I mean, really though...think about it. People try to have the best costumes just so people will notice them. I've always believed that Halloween is just an excuse for girls to dress slutty and get away with it. Now we all know what I'm talking about. Obnoxious guys, thinking they are so cool in their ridiculous costumes and girls walking around, scantily dressed in their nurses outfits and soccer referees....now that is my idea of a party. Because I want to avoid this WHOREndous sight, Craig and I had a party of our own. We went grocery shopping and then played scrabble. Sure, you might say to yourself "wow that's extremely lame. Can you guys not think of anything else to do on Halloween night?" Frankly, we quite enjoyed our peace and quiet. Eat that Halloween....