Tuesday, September 15, 2009


I woke up this morning being re-confirmed of the fact that I absolutely hate the mornings. I've been doing really good lately since I have a 9:30 class on Tuesday and Thursdays and that I have to be to work at 7 on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. But this morning was just one of those mornings...

The mornings when the first thing you think of is KILL ME NOW...

The mornings where you walk out and your hair looks absolutely outrageous...the bangs are plastered to your face and the rest of your hair is a frizz ball.

The mornings when you look at your hag self in the mirror for about 5 minutes debating if you should put on make up for the day...and then reality sets in and you really notice how much of a hag you look like and you wouldn't dare walking out in public like that.

The mornings when you don't feel like standing anymore to get ready so you literally sit an inch away from your mirror on your nasty 30 year old (or older) carpet at the riviera and not even think twice about it.

The mornings when you think you've picked a cute outfit for the day and you realize once people start staring at you on campus that your wearing the jeans you haven't washed in over a month, your undershirt is way too long for the regular shirt you have over it, and the scarf you chose to wear definitely didn't match the choice of shirt.

Oh the joys of waking up in the morning. You gotta love it.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Insane Night

My heart is still pumping a thousand miles a minute just thinking about that game last night. BYU beat OU last night and I am in shock. I actually didn't watch the game live unfortunately, but before you freak out I have a very good explanation for it...

Well I had a hot date last night that took me to the Jon Schmidt concert at Thanksgiving Point. My date and I were able to watch the first quarter of the game before we left. We had his uncle record the game for us so that we could watch it right after the concert. We purposely didn't bring our phones to the concert because we didn't want to know who won the game until we got to watch it ourselves. Well we should've guessed that it would be brought up at the concert...hello....3000 people in Utah the night of the big game...we were destined to hear about it. well thanks to good ol' Jon in the middle of the concert he said "Oh hey...by the way who won the BYU game?" and of course everyone started screaming and yelling. My date and I were pretty disappointed that we found out but in all honesty...it made the concert that much better knowing that we weren't going to go home to a lousy, disappointing game. I unfortuntaley missed all the celebrating in Provo after the game but I guess University was absolutely insane. Hats off to the defense who pretty much carried us to the end.

Let me just say the concert was absolutely amazing. Jon is the most incredible performer. Lets just say all the excitement of the concert and the game is not good for the body and I am absolutely exhausted today. Definitely worth the insane night we had.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Dear Sissy

Dear Sissy,

I think it is time for me to address a very serious matter. I love you to death. You are such a great role model of the type of woman I want to be. You are always so loving and very generous. You genuinely care about me and what's going on in my life.

Now let me lay a disclaimer before I state my concern...I love your Husband like I love my brothers. He is exactly the type of man you need...tall, very handsome, and definitely puts you in your place when needed. Now, saying that, I feel like after you got married your blogs are not as random and spontaneous. They are lacking in the what I like to call "Julie Laughing out Loud" department. Yes, they still are good but have definitely gone down hill a little bit. Maybe it's my lack of maturity or your growth of maturity over the years that make your blogs more sophisticated and more censored. But honestly, come on sissy...we all know you're the same person even after you got married. Maybe you don't have the desire to check out men in the grocery store or in the gym at 5 in the morning, but we all know that you still have those quirky random thoughts in that head of yours. Please, will you please share those for the public to read so that I can get myself a good laugh on a daily basis like I used to. Much Appreciated.

Sincerely yours,