besties

i have lots of friends. dont believe me? i have 852 friends on facebook and I KNOW THEM ALL. now that is disgusting. but really, most of them are just people i went to school with or worked with...only a few i can really say will be my friends until the end of time. these are my besties. funny thing, i havent talked to most of them in a ridiculously long time, and havent seen them in longer-the range is anywhere from a year to 7 years. which is whack for some people who know each other way too ridiculously well.

i miss them a crapload. i wish they were closer. but its ok because every time we finally get back in contact with each other it like we never left. ok we so dont have as many recent things to laugh about but oh well, its close enough. and its funny how much our lives parallel each others too. the only thing i can relate this to is a period. when girls live with each other, something happens in the air and your hormones get all mixed up and suddenly every one is running to the bathroom during the exactly same week for that time of the month. though we might not live anywhere remotely close to each other anymore (seattle, eastern washington, ohio, cali, utah, pennsylvania) our live sstill follow similar paths. maybe thats why we are such good friends...or maybe its because we are such good friends...either way....ibet you will never look at that time of the month the same ever again.

freebording

anyone who knows me knows that i love to snowboard. but since the season is over, my three fiberglass beauties are just chillin till next season till i can shred it again. or so i thought. i recently was introduced to something called freebording...basically its like snowboarding but on asphalt. its rad. but totally terrifying too; well for me at least...

(these guys are awesome at it...im no where close...)

ive graduated from holding brian's hand constantly to being able to go pretty confidently for at least a few turns, but only after i am able to actually get ON the board. though i love it so far and know i will love it more the better i get, its still freaking frustrating! i think im just way freaked out by the idea of falling. either way, there is no way for me to get better but to practice...so i just bought one. :)


yeah you guessed it...i got the yellow one...

voodoo kitty

right now im at work and i am BOOOOOOOORED. but how surprising is that? it shouldnt be, considering ive worked here for over 3 years and have been productive for about 30 total hours of that time.

hmm life update, anyone? right now im harassing byu law into letting me in through various means, including but not limited to extorting the contact that i made at a law school conference who just so happens to know my home ward bishop as well as be the assistant dean of admissions (believe me when i say that i called the chips in on that one...my bishop is writing the dean a glowing report on me). kudos to my boyfriend brian for that idea. speaking of which, i recently tried my hand at dentistry when brian broke his tooth last weekend and had to have an emergency root canal in which i assisted and, to my great surprise, did not pass out. needless to say, seeing a man shove a one inch drill into my boyfriends face only to pull out a nerve was disgusting. ill stick with law. my apt drama has been quelled, thanks to a roommate meeting in which i somehow got elected the discussion leader (i believe i have bree to thank for that-she slyly handed me the remote instead of just muting the tv while we all sat awkwardly around it...). brian thought this was logical but i just thought it was horrifying. good thing we are all still friends. my apt also recently acquired rockband thanks to brit's desire to play, and now we all stay up to ungodly hours of the night playing it, while the girls below im sure have turned to voodoo in attempts to shut us up. good thing none of us really feel that bad. memorial day is coming, and so does my next road trip! yay for going home to cali for the weekend-provo's weather is so schizophrenic that i need some solid days in the sun. i think that may be it for now. oh this past week i have become obsessed with a certain cartoon...enjoy....

thoughts on graduation

well i survived. 4 freaking ridiculously long years at byu. last week i got to sport a hogwarts robe and a cardboard slab they call a hat (whoever designed graduation 'fits needs a hard whack to the head) and walk with all my pride across the stage to receive my squishy, albeit empty, diploma holder. i was lucky enough to sit between two of my friends (shout outs to kathleen and glenn) with whom i giggled endlessly through the speeches until a much-too-serious-married-dude hissed at us, to which i responded by texting my boyfriend incessantly. all in all, it wasnt a bad ceremony.

im not totally sure how i made it through and, as my brother pointed out, how i made it through unmarried, but somehow i did it. prolly with the support of those who came to my graduation (the klan, granny and gramma). but to be able to say im done was kinda a good feeling. my mom put together this thing with my family that i thought was just a family party but she had invited some family friends that i had no idea were coming. this included my third grade teacher. yeah that sounds kinda funny huh? well when i think of best years in school as well as most inspirational teacher, she is the one, and i havent seen her since 3rd grade cuz we moved. so needless to say, if you know anything about me, i cried. go figure. but it was great and i loved it.

ok so now ill get sentimental. im glad i got to go to byu for my undergrad. i havent always felt this way-when i first started at byu i hated that people assumed i was here simply because i was mormon, i hated that girls got married and dropped out of school, i hated the conformity and the save-your-soul-as-well-as-everyone-elses attitude. and i still hate it. but ive come to appreciate the people as well as the opportunity i had to live in an environment that would strengthen my testimony and put me among the strongest people of our generation. im grateful for the education i received and though i was often frustrated by being one of the few liberals around, it gave me an opportunity to look at things with a different perspective. for those things am i grateful.

::sigh:: and now its off to law school. somewhere. i cant believe it. i finally got old.

to gossip girl, or not....wait, that was a question...?

ok. im gonna premise this by saying that during the four years that ive been at byu, this is the first semester ive felt like ive clicked with all of my roommates. ok former roomies, dont flip, cuz those of you who read this are not the ones i didnt get along with, so rest assured im not talking about you. i love all my roommates right now, and we all get along great. that being said......

my roommates are ultra girlie. i dont mean that meanly, its just an observation. two do hair and one aspires to, two are also pretty trendy indie and all three are way stylish. they also are addicted to things like One Tree Hill, the Hills (which i kinda like), americas next top model, and gossip girl. i dont know if this is just me being un-girlie or what, but i have no interest in these things. i dont scream when geckos dance in a commercial and i dont get super stoked to watch some girls battle it out snatch style on some reality show. it seems the longer i live with them the ungirlie i am. which is weird to me, even though ive never thought of myself as girlie.

is this something about girls i never knew having grown up with brothers or is this some isolated phenomenon? cuz suddenly all the girls i know are obsessed with these shows and i have absolutely no enthusiasm for them, sorry roommates. i try my best but sometimes i just cant do it..id rather go play catch...


i went to post this them realized i wasnt done. so here are the rest of my thoughts:

i dont mind being ungirlie, if i am, and i dont mind them being ultra girlie. what i dont like is feeling like i cant be there for them in their happinesses. i know they are just shows or trends but i feel like sometimes i cant relate just because of that, and it bothers me. i want to be friends with my roommates, not just the girl in the next bedroom. and i guess more than anything im scared that my inability to get excited about these things will separate me from them, which i dont want. i hoep that doesnt happen. i try to take interest but all the drama that results just turns me off. hopefully i can deal...

graduation? whats that?

finals are here. well, they are here next week. i only have two more days of class left to endure and i will do so faithfully, even with the temptation of snowboarding dangling in front of me (when i say dangling i meant it-its been snowing here all week). but with finals comes ::dundundun:: graduation.

no way.

weird. i remember the day my family dropped me off at byu, after my brothers had helped me lug all my stuff up to my room on the 7th floor of DT. i was so nervous and disoriented and i felt like a little kid in a big kids world. 4 years later, 4 years of hating the god-forsaken campus and all the self-righteous conformity that goes with it, im leaving. well ok, technically im just walking but ill be leaving in june. i cant believe its been this long already. i remember stressing about college applications and then finally sweating it out for 3 hours in the hot summer sun as i finally got my diploma. how different this experience has been, and yet so much the same. i stressed over law school applications, and ive already gotten into two. i will get to walk in the coolness of the marriott center, but with 1000 other people. but. im still done.

i dont think its sunk in yet. senioritis took hold the second week of the semester but i still dont believe it. i guess i will in three weeks when i have the cap and gown on huh?

ode to goggle tan

yesterday was my last day of work up at park city. ::sigh:: sad day. well it was a sad day until i wanted to murder the people in my very last lesson of the whole season but at least i got a tip out of it. not gonna lie, im kinda glad its over. as much as i love it, sometimes it is so frustrating. i hate driving the hour up a canyon that my car can barely clear 45mph through, just to suit up and get backlined for the rest of the day while not getting paid. sometimes my groups are horrible-like yesterday when a woman tried to decapitate two children with her board-and it takes an emotional toll as well. i invest patience and hope in each client and when they dont care to learn, or they stop trying, i cant help but feel like they are wasting my time. but then again there are great lessons too-the lessons where they pick it up so quickly and you are as excited as you were when YOU learned to ride. its such a roller coaster of emotion that its definitely draining. i dont know how people do it full time. three times a week was enough for me.

now that the season is almost over (im done working but the resort is still open) im really excited. some people think im crazy cuz they just want to ride all year round and i can understand that. but there are other passions that i have that include the sun...like the beach. thats a hobby of mine. and you sure cant do that with the snow. some people are incredulous that i could be happy for the summer when i just ended my last season as an instructor at Park City. but hey, i got to live my dream for two years, i got better, and now its time for me to move on and just have fun with my hobbies rather than making them my career.

somethings im excited for now that that i have a life again:
not having to fill up my gas every 3 days
sleeping in
watching law and order marathons
conquering free boarding
evening out the tan line on my face
having dance parties with my roommates
going to seattle (maybe?) and nj over the summer
chaining myself to the mailbox (see post below)
being a bumsnowboarda as an identity not as a job title
going back to the gym on a regular basis and not wasting my money on a membership i havent been using...


ok thats a good list, ill think of more im sure...