Wednesday, September 28, 2011


Sometimes I am amazed that I have survived college this long. I haven’t been put on probation for grades (yet) and I’ve kept my sanity (well, some of it). It is an understatement to say I am impressed with myself.

Throughout my oh-so-long experience here at BYU, I’ve learned something that I’m sure many other students have also become familiar with:

Everything seems less important in the morning.

Here is the typical scenario:

It is mid-term week and your checklist is 5 miles too long. You spent hours at the library working on a paper or reading or researching, and can even proudly admit to minimal facebooking (a tremendous feat indeed). Upon your return home you realize that another assignment slipped your mind and just so happens to be due at 9:00 in the a.m. the following morning. Shoot. Begrudgingly you open your text book and begin the assignment as any good student would. A few moments later your eyelids begin to feel unbearably heavy and you realize you’ve read the same sentence 20 too many times. What is wrong with you? What is wrong with you, is the clock is about to strike 2 and no sane human being should be up at that hour doing homework. Right. So you decide you will finish the assignment in the morning. The alarm is set for 6 o’clock and to your relief you finally go to sleep.

BUT when 6:00 rolls around and your alarm rudely awakens you, you can’t seem to remember what you were thinking when you set your alarm for such a horridly early hour. The assignment that seemed crucial to your grade just hours before, suddenly seems extremely insignificant compared to the sleep you'll lose if you do it. After all, the assignment won’t take that long. So your fingers which are all too familiar with the snooze button take action and before you know it you’ve fallen back asleep.

Its 8:30. Oh no. How in the world did that happen? You jump out of bed, throw on a sorry excuse for an outfit, brush your teeth way too quickly, and bolt up to campus. In the moments before class begins, you frantically do your best to finish said assignment. The teacher walks into the classroom, you turn it in, game over.

But wait! A week later you check your grades and to your pleasant surprise you passed—with flying colors (or maybe just colors, haha). How did that happen? You somehow managed to do a better job on the assignment in just minutes than you would have if you had spent the supposed hours it required.

To those of you who don’t believe in luck, I say to you: it exists; and I’ve been experiencing it for almost 4 years now.

Thank heavens.

Monday, September 26, 2011


On Saturday night I went and saw the Broadway play “Mary Poppins” with the fam. And it was, to steal a line from Mary herself,

practically perfect in every way!

I couldn’t stop smiling the whole night and I still can’t seem to get the songs out of my brain…not that I want to. In fact, I feel rather like eating a spoon full of sugar, flying a kite, and maybe even sweeping a few chimneys.

On a different note...Caramel Tootsie Pops have changed my life. I felt rather like the owl on the commercials while eating one (I couldn't exactly fit it in my mouth...darn jaw) and i now know: it takes a lot of licks to get to the center of a tootsie pop.

But it was worth every lick.


Saturday, September 24, 2011


Yesterday, while at the BYU football game, I noticed one particular individual several rows below me. Why did I notice him you ask? Because he was wearing his sunglasses on the back of his head. Not only is this a trend that I completely do not understand, but I think it’s totally creepy. It feels like some human-like (human-like because they are lacking key human features: eyes, nose, and a mouth maybe?) thing is staring you down. I don’t like it one bit.

Anyway. What made said situation particularly uncomfortable was that I blurted out to my sister:

“I hate when people wear sunglasses on the back of…Gasp”

My hands went flying to my mouth as I realized the individual sitting directly in front of my sister was also wearing his sunglasses on the back of his head. Woops.

I am so awkward sometimes. Scratch that, all the time.

Hope that guy wasn’t too offended by my blunt comment.

On the bright side, BYU pulled off the W.


Wednesday, September 21, 2011

the week in replay

Somehow, more than a week of my life passed by already and I don’t remember much of it. I suppose that’s a good thing, when the last week has consisted of...


-the ER

-Morphine, steroids, and more pain killers

-seeing an ENT

-having “surgery” on my dang jaw

-lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, and repetitively trying to open and close my mouth

-Oh and watching the BYU game which in all honesty was just as painful as my jaw problem

Despite everything that has happened this week, the one word to sum up how I am currently feeling is grateful. Yes my jaw still hurts, and yes i'm not going to enjoy living on a “soft foods” diet for 6 weeks, BUT it could be a lot worse. I mean, at least I have a jaw, right?!

Sometimes when I’m walking on campus and I pass someone I don’t know, I wonder what kind of trial they are currently going through or have gone through. There are so many silent sufferers out there and recognizing that makes me aware that I’ve got a really good life; and this jaw problem of mine is really not that big of a deal.

I just want to send out a big thanks into the void to all those who have helped me the past couple weeks. I couldn’t have done it without you. seriously.

And now…a few pictures since I haven’t posted pictures in, well, weeks!

Having a class with my brother and sister is...the BEST.

I miss my cute little cousins like crazy and wish i could spend more time with them

Attempting to be crafty at Color Me Mine. It obviosuly didn't go so well, seeing as i quit after 2 stripes

Rascal Flatt's concert with this cute boy. And of course, Rascal did not disappoint

Saying goodbye to my roommate who left on a mission to Detroit!

Welp, that's all folks!

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

jaw jaw jaw

I feel a little bit like humpty dumpty right now:


My jaw popped out of place on Saturday night and refuses to get better despite the muscle relaxers, the steroids, not to mention the manual force (ouch). Sigh. Ever since said event occurred, however, I have been more aware of my surroundings; particularly more aware of other people’s mouths. Weird I know. Buuuuuut…

Things I took for granted until my jaw popped out of place


-taking BIG bites


-smoothing chapstick together on my lips

-potato chips, cereal, pretzels…anything crunchy really

-opening my mouth

-brushing my teeth/flossing

-smiling normally

-speaking normally

-solid foods

-singing loudly

-laughing that big, open-mouthed laugh

-pretty much anything that requires using your mouth

Hopefully all the king’s horses and all the king’s men (aka doctors) can put me back together again!

First thing I am going to do when I am normal again is eat a ginormous hamburger. Mmmm, can’t wait.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Free Food

BYU is the best. There are so many things that I love about it; but today i am particularly grateful for the free food.

It saves my life, not to mention my grocery bill.

Last week I got 2 free hot dogs and today I came out of class to yet another delicious surprise.

Licorice rope…check



Something NOT full of empty calories…still working on that!

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

I have a problem

My whole life I have considered myself to be an exception to the well-known and ever-criticized, “Utah Accent”.

For example, I do not say “mou-in” I actually pronounce my t’s and say “mountain”.

I do not sound like a hick and I feel like I do a good job of pronouncing most my words.

One word however, has been giving me quite a bit of grief. I have been trying to break the habit for weeks now and have seen zero success. The thing is, I think a lot of people have the same problem.

The word is “already” more commonly pronounced “ardy”.

“I ardy went to that class…”

“Have you ardy seen that movie?”

“Is it ardy time to go?”

Oh man, it bugs me so bad every time I hear that word come out of my mouth. And just wait, after reading this little blurb of mine, I guarantee you will notice yourself doing the exact same thing; or maybe it is just me. Either way, it’s the worst.

That being said, the most ironic part about this blog post is that while typing it at work, a customer asked me if I was from Texas because it sounded like I had an accent.

For the love of all things.