Sunday, January 23, 2011

dating shmating.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH the hardships of dating.
Dating sucks.
It is so fetching hard to find a great guy to date. I mean, don't get me wrong, there are many "good" guys but it seems as though these "good" guys are people I would never date. That sounds extremely rude but I have a type. I'm basically 99% sure that everyone has a particular "type" of guy they like to date. "Good" guys are my type but there are many other things that I would like them to be... ha I sound shallow but I'm not, I promise. Also, it feels like there is a ratio of 1,000 to 1 with guys. 1,000 being the douche bags and 1 being my "type". It's not fair! I feel like I would be a fantastic person to date but when guys won't even look at you, the level of my confidence plummets down.
The reason I am ranting about dating is because everyone and their MOM's are getting married. EVERYONE. I feel like an old maid. When in reality, I am not even to the age that I would like to be married at. It's hard to keep reality in check when all the 18-year olds are gettin hitched right out of high school. Have they even lived yet? I think not. I had reality smack me in the face with a metal bat when I graduated from high school. Growing up as a naive little girl in the city of Lehi, I was not prepared to face the world. Dating in Lehi was a problem as well. I grew up there and I had known practically everyone since the age of 5. So these people had seen me through all the stages of my adolescence. Namely, the UGLY transition period between being a scrawny, brace-face, almost unibrowed, badly dressed, tall little tomboy to being a scrawny, straight-teethed, plucked, uh... better dressed, average teenager. Moral of this story is: I didn't date much in high school. My definition of dating is officially dating. Like boyfriend/girlfriend. I did go on a lot of dates in high school but guys never wanted to seriously date me. I am not wanting a pity party; I am merely explaining my situation. and this is partially a rant sesh. So bear with me.
Aaaaaaaanyways, back to my ratio. There are a lot of guys out there who don't deserve the pretty girls on the earth. Have you ever noticed that? There are a MILLION pretty girls who deserve good guys but there is like 1 good guy for every 10 awesome girls! These ratios are KILLING ME! This is when I compare myself to the girls around me (something I don't recommend) and I say to myself... How in the CRAP am I gonna get a guy that's right for me when there are so many other girls who are better than I am?? Ah I hate comparing myself. Can't help it.
So I guess what I'm trying to say is--my dating life sucks. Obviously. haha but with all these ratios and comparisons, I've come to realize one thing. With the 1,000 to 1 ratio, I guess all I need is that 1 great guy who is right for me to sweep me off my feet and love me for who I am; but until we find each other, I will need the patience to wait for him. Here's to hopin' :)

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

and why was i nervous? because i'm an OVER THINKER.

Sooo..... I will be totally and utterly honest (I really wanted to use utterly in this particular sentence; but this isn't what I wanted to be honest about just fyi) I LOVE UTAH STATE!

Great people.
Great classes.
Great atmosphere.
Great errything.

How have I ever lived without this university??
I can't believe how completely different it is from Westminster; a GOOD difference! Instead of people having fun not remembering their night and me being the lovely double D (designated driver; what were you thinking?? ha), we have fun all wearing plaid and eating ice cream. This school was MADE for someone like me. I can't wait to start attending the GAMES. I will be an avid fan. I even bought a gameday shirt; I'm golden.

I was nervous for absolutely no reason. Ann Marie was right when she said I needed to calm the fetch down. I love my roommates, they're the greatest :) and the guys across the hall are as well. They're hilarious! Good news is, I finally broke the ice and am able to take PICTURES now! How spectacular is that?!? My life can now be documented once again. It's been a whole 3 days since I've taken pictures.... I was literally going through withdrawals. I honestly don't know how I'm alive right now. Close call right thurr.

The roomies and I have found a lot of common interests. We like to make music videos. Have dance parties. Enjoy the nightly heart to heart. Dress up. EAT A TON. Aaaaaaand be creative in what we do. Like tonight for instance, we are having a "Clean the Floor" Party. Sounds thrilling right? Well you're wrong because it actually IS thrilling! What happens is you put water all over the kitchen floor and slide around in it with towels and sponges and soap. I've seen a video; it looked epic. I can't wait to test it out.

I've started making a list (because I am a BIG fan of list making, it makes me look like I have goals in life) of stuff I wanna do up hurr this semester:
1. Clean the Sink at Angie's
2. Bowl with household items
3. Make a music video with my stellar roommates
4. Enjoy a themed dinner every Sunday night with said roommates
5. Go snowboarding with the male's across the hall
6. Walk Main Street and see the shops
7. Attend all sports events
8. Join an intermural team; any team!
9. Attend True Aggie Night (this goal probably won't take place until my last year here.... ha)
10. Think of more things to add to this list

OHHHH I need to explain my over thinking-ness. So I like to over think things. Well I don't like to... but I do it. I always think of the worst possible situation or outcome and I 100% believe that that is what's gonna happen. So I get anxious.... and nervous.... and sometimes I lose sleep depending on the situation.... it is an awful habit that I must break. But thanks to my wonderful friends and family I can calm a little bit down, but not all the way. Because I'm still an over thinker. Terrible, I know.

Well ladies and gent, nope just ladies, I'm so glad I could share this with you, thank you for listening and enjoy the rest of your day here at Lagoon.

Kristina and I having a dance party

Plaid Party (left to right and then front) James, Steven, meh, Lando, Kristina, and then....
the dude in front will remain anonymous. 

Took us 20 minutes to hang this poster. Totally worth it.
Me and Branden

Purple day! Landon, Branden, mehh, and Benjamin

Sunday, January 2, 2011

It's a small world..... after all.

Have you ever NOTICED how small this world really is?! I mean, think about it. Your cousin knows your science teacher's brother's wife's thirdly removed nephew who lives in Finland. Things like that HAPPEN.
There are two things that happened that made me realize how small the world really is.

Thing #1:
Ex-boyfriend on a mission in Denver, Colorado. It is only a state away but still! How this applies to it being a small world, well let me tell ya. On Christmas, said ex-boyfriend went to this house for Christmas dinner. This house just happened to be the home of the father of a girl I used to play soccer with. They got to talking about where Elder Ex was from and soccer dad said he knew me and asked if ex knew me. Of course ex knew me... I mean we dated, come on.... so then ex goes on and tells soccer dad that he regrets breaking up with me the way that he did and blahh blahhh blahhh. So then the day after Christmas, I get a message on facebook about this and my mind is blown! Freak. SMALL FETCHING WORLD.

Thing #2:
Mutual friends on facebook. Story time. I am going to Utah State (big surprise there i know) and my new roommates befriended me. So obviously, I'm gonna creep on their profiles. Well with the new facespace technology, I had to look at "our friendship" to see a wall to wall conversation and I noticed that me and one of my new roomies had a picture together! and I was like.... no way. So I go and look at it and it was a picture I had been tagged in so I could see what the Harry Potter robes that my friend's mom made looked it. (wow does that make sense? its late, forgive me) Long story short, one of my roomies was in a picture with a girl I played soccer with at Westminster! Crazy, I know. Mind boggling. So then I go and look at our mutual friends and these girls are friends with people I would never expect! It was a definite shock for my nervous system.

So, moral of the story. It's a world of laughter, a world of tears. It's a world of hopes and a world of fear. There's so much that we share, that it's time we're aware, ITS A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL.


this ride is annoying, but considering it's the theme of my blogpost, I thought it should be on hurr.