A few thoughts due to bordem in stats.

Last day of class.

I like when the semester is over.

Stacie is going to Dixie. I'm going to disown her. Why? Because, it's worse than UVU!!!!!! UVU is bad, why? Because. It's easier than HIGH SCHOOL. Pathetic.


I got a popcorn maker. And a hot chocolate machine. My life is complete.


Stacie decorated the apartment for my birthday. I had to wear a crown and necklaces all day. My New Testament teacher made me wear them all through class. Then I got picked on.

Next semester I plan to break at least 5 guys hearts. Why not add to the list?


There is a kid in my stats class, he looks like a guy off dumb and dumber. Bowl cut. He is really annoying. Sometimes, I want to throw stuff at him real bad.

I have an 8-12 page paper due tomorrow. I probably should do that...

When I get a new roommate one day, I'm going to convince her that Stacie is practically the devil. Stacie is going to try to convince her that she's had a baby, and it has been extremely difficult to cope with the lack of child support. So now, the baby is in foster care. And Stacie is a liar face.

We taped our sink up. So that roommates won't put dishes in it.

Our Christmas decorations are beautiful. I personally enjoy the pictures that fall off the walls and onto my head on a regular basis. My snowflakes are ugly. I can't make good snowflakes. Except I did once. But now, it's hanging at Stacie's sisters apartment, so I can't even look at it.

I have ugs. They are ugly. But they are comfy. And warm. One day, I am going to tuck them into my jeans so that I can bug all the guys at BYU. Because that's what I do.

I love sugar plums. They are my favorite candy at Christmas time. Stacie doesn't like them. She's weird.

I <3 Halloween. A lot.

First things first. Halloween should be more than once a year. Dressing up is just plain fun. Last night me and my 2 friends, Stacie and Bre, went party hopping. Dressing up + 4 parties in one night = perfection :)

Bre (Diva girly), me (80's zebra... or something..), & Stacie (creepy dead woman).

Bre, Stacie, & me--Close up of the wonderful makeup.

Back of my hair. It was CRAZY! And yes, pieces ARE crimped. hahaha

Side view of my hair... with the wonderful pink streaks throughout. (Don't tell my hair stylist that I used spray color in my hair--she'd kill me!!)

@ Party #3... Me, James, & Bre

This is Scott. He was Quail Man (from Doug). Um, it just made me laugh. So, I'm posting it. hahahahhahahaha.

Well... I think there should be Halloween 3 times a year. And if not 3 times, at least 2 times. If 2 times doesn't work, I guess I'll have to be content with once a year. But seriously, how awesome would it be to have a Halloween in February?

It's getting too cold too fast.

Well, unfortunately it's that time of year. I'm freezing already. Autumn is here. I know I know, the leaves are all super pretty and such... but honestly, that cold air just does not do it for me. I HATE THE COLD. I'm meant to live in a warm climate where the sun shines all the time.

Rain is nice--every once in awhile. But if you have naturally curly hair you understand my dislike for it.

Snow is pretty--for the first day. But then you slip and break your tailbone and realize that it's not so pretty after all.

However, these seasons are unavoidable here in Utah. Therefore, I must find ways to cope with them. Rain?--Make sure my hair is curly that day. Snow?--Walk very very carefully and look like an idiot, reminding myself to pick up my feet the entire time. Cold?-- Buy a new jacket :)


Seriously now... How CUTE is that? :)

Bleh

School....
It has started.
So much reading.
So much homework.
I hate school.
The end.

The Last One Standing--I Mean, Waiting. Sad.

So... about a month or so ago I went to lunch with one of Colton's best friends girlfriends. It was really fun to talk about our missionary boys and how they are doing. She then told me that of her missionaries 11 or so close friends that left about the same time as Colton and her boy, only me, her, and 1 other girl were still "waiting" (I say that term loosely...) for our boys.



Well, this morning I found out that she, too, just got engaged. WHAT?!?!?!?!?! NO WAY! I'm the last one who hasn't written off my boy! SAD! When she first told me she was engaged, for a short time I lost hope in my ability to wait. I thought for sure that if anyone would wait for their missionary it would be her. I hung out with her and her boy enough to think that they were meant to be! However... I'm so so happy for her and her fiance. She's very excited and is 100% sure it's the right thing to do. So who am I to complain? I just can't believe that I'm the last one waiting!

I have to break the news to Colton--he might take it harder than her actual missionary will! Ok, probably not. But... I am nervous to tell him. He'll be just as shocked as I am, and probably worried about me waiting, too. I'm determined to beat the odds (but that doesn't mean I can't have fun while doing so...). Wish me luck! (Statistics seem to prove I'll need it...)

Photoshootness.

Last night me and Stacie decided to go outside and take pictures for no apparent reason other than we're both extremely strange. Needless to say, it keeps things interesting in the apartment. Random picture taking is our thing, that's for sure. Here are just a few from our crazy night:

Just hanging out.... literally.

We were um... hiding behind the couch? Who knows...

Ok, so I'm not sure how many of you I've told, but Colton made me a pillow before he left on his mission. It's my favorite shirt of his made into a pillow :) I loveeeeeeeee it. So so much. Here's a picture of it :)

This is me and my pillow getting supple on the couch. It's the next best thing to having Colton here, right? He gave me a bottle of his cologne along with the pillow, so it can always smell like him. It's really the most wonderful thing--ever!

NO--I HAVEN'T forgotten my missionary boy :)

(Picture from Coltons first city in Italy. Isn't it amazing? Shooooot I wanna be there!!)

Yes, I know how my posts have made things appear. It seems that I no longer think about, care for, write, nor miss my missionary. Whatever. I totally do. All the guys I have been talking about are just fun and games that help me distract my mind. Sooooo. How is Colton doing? AMAZING! He's been gone for 7 1/2 months! I'm sure it seems like time's flying for everyone, but it's NOT for me. It's been a slow 7 1/2 months. However, slowly but surely it's getting to the one year mark. WAHOO! Right now he's serving in Mestre... which is about a 10 minute or so bus ride to VENICE! I'm pretty much insanely jealous of him. I'd love so much to be in Italy!

(This is by far one of my favorite pictures that he's sent me. What an amazing place to be!!)

Every week I get both an e-mail and a letter from him (he really really REALLY doesn't want me to forget about him... haha). Every e-mail/letter I get I can tell that his testimony is growing by the day. It's amazing. For those of you who knew Colton when we started dating... you know what a big change that is for him. He grew and changed so much in the 1 1/2 years that we dated before he left, and the mission is only helping him out more. It's amazing. Probably the best thing to ever happen to him.

Ok, so Coltons last companion spent a LOT of time on the internet on p-days. Colton would get bored. So, he took a picture that I had sent him (I was kissing Barney in the original...) and put it together with a picture of himself... to sort of make it look like I was going to kiss his cheek. (It's not very good because it was with paint and not photoshop). I think it's hilarious. hahaha


Ok, so as you can all see... I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ABOUT COLTON! He's doing amazing and loving every second of his mission. He keeps telling me that time is flying by for him. I love that, because it means that he's focusing and working hard :)

80's hot guy. Dot dawg.

I know, none of you understand that title... it's a joke between me and my roommate. When we think someone is hot we say "Hot guy. Dot dawg." Not really for any apparent reason other than we are extremelyyyyyyyyyy strange. Oh well. I guess that's just who I am.

Sooooo. Last night I hung out with 80's boy! OH MY!!!!!!! He is SOOO good looking! I think I had forgotten in the last weeks time just how attractive he actually is! (Not to mention he's pretty much loaded). Anyways. He met up with me at a party I was at. (I figured that would be a good hanging out place since there would be other people there, too.) Afterwards, Me, him, and my roommate went to get ice cream and then to a park to look at the stars. It was so fun! He is SO easy to talk to... he's gorgeous... he has amazing eyes... he dresses freaking nice... he has a nice truck... a radar detector (I totally want one)...he tells funny jokes... he smells good... ok, the list could PROBABLY go on, but I'll stop.

Exciting, right? Ok no. I shouldn't have hung out with him. Why? Because he is moving back to Cali on THURSDAY! That's for the rest of the summer! :( saddddd.

Well, now you know. 80's boy is perfect in every way possible. (Well, as far as I can tell from the little I've hung out with him. hahaha). I guess I'll just have to stick with my ex-boyfriend for the summer. Maybe 80's boy could be a fall fling. Hmmmm.

Joel, This One's For You--Dawg.

ME AND MY EX-BOYFRIEND KISSED! OMG, WTF, WWJD. Yes, you heard me... the last thing? It means What Would Jesus Do. What would he do in this situation? He wouldn't lie. Therefore, I will not lie-- we didn't kiss. But, I got you super duper excited, didn't I? Yeah, that's what I thought.

Ok, so here's the deal--Joel got super upset with me yesterday for my lack of new posts. So, I'm pretending (once again) that I've got a life to tell you all about. First things first--me and hot tub boy? Totally didn't happen. Yeah, we cuddled. Yeah, he tried kissing me (I hit him in the face with a pillow to prevent it...). Yeah, we're attracted to each other. But NO, there was NO chemistry! None. Nada. Zippo. Zilch. Therefore, that era of my life had to come to an end. Sad, but true. Oh so true.

So what does this mean for my current/future love life? Well, here's the deal. There's this kid from my ward last year who I used to call my boyfriend. Why? Because he was the cutest guy in the ward... so when i referred to him, I'd just say he was my "boyfriend". That way, all of my roommates knew exactly who I was talking about. However, as all good things must eventually end... our fake relationship had to end as well. I soon began to refer to him as my "ex-boyfriend."

I bet you're all wondering what that had to do with anything. WELL, me and him have started hanging out! Crazy? Yes. But rather exciting. I'm not sure what I want out of the whole thing yet... but I'll tell you this... I wouldn't be surprised if something DID happen. :)

Ok, thirdly on my love list of boys-ness. I went to an 80's dance party last Saturday and met an EXTREMELY attractive guy. MmmHmmm. We'll refer to him as 80's boy from here on out. Well, he actually just called me maybe an hour ago and asked me to go on a DATE with him. Unfortunately, I had to decline do to previous engagements (SECONDHAND SERENADE CONCERT THAT I WOULDN'T MISS FOR THE WORLD!!!) So anyways, he said he's going to give me a call later this week so we can work something out. I guess we'll see what happens with 80's boy...

Other candidates for the reward of my heart? Well, really only one other... but he's pretty far out there. We'll call him army boy. He constantly has wanted to hang out for the past 6 months. It never seems to work out. We'll leave it at that...

So there you have it, Joel. The update of my love life, lack thereof, or better yet the true desires and intentions of my heart.

(****Slight disclaimer... I'm still head over heels for Colton... I don't want any of you getting the wrong ideas about my intentions with any of these worthy contestants....)

Life of the Pink Spandex...

Let me start out by telling you all that living in Provo brings out the strangeness in me. Ok, wait, I was weird beforehand, too. Once upon a time ago (senior year...) I had to dress in crazy/bright clothes for the first day of school. Why? Because we were having an assembly, and as a student council member I had to dress crazy and dance on stage to signify the theme "Stand Out" that we had chosen. That's where this weirdness all started. In my quest for some bright clothing I was looking through our families costume box and came across some wonderful, hot pink, full body spandex. Where did this wonderful item come from? Apparently they were Kim's when she was younger (as in.. 7 or so)... from gymnastics or something? All I know is that they were perfect, and I needed to wear them. That's where it all started...

I then wore them for part of a Halloween costume that same year...


And then again for this horrible date auction I had to be in (Lucky for you I don't have any pictures of that event on my computer.)

There aren't many opportunities to wear this wonderful piece of clothing, however I've found one use that might make them become even more frequent in my wardrobe. What is this wonderful event I have come to love? 80's DANCING! Hahahaha Yes, now you can all be worried :)

I know, I know. It's not completely "80's"... It's more just... well, crazy. But it's so much fun to just be able to dress up and look like whatever. Plus, not many people own such wonderful spandex as I do.


Me and Stacie were quite the duo in our 80's attire. We were so bright and colorful. Needless to say we were given multiple compliments throughout the night on our wardrobe. Had we made it to the dance earlier I'm sure we would have won a medal...


This Picture I had to make nice and large simply so you could all get the full effect of our makeup and hair. Yes, Stacie was far more 80's than me.. but I think she can pull it off better. Her bangs were amazing, with an insane amount of hairspray to top it all off. My side ponytail? Classic.
Ok, so maybe this isn't really what people looked like in the 80's. (We didn't live through them for all too long...) But, we certainly enjoyed ourselves. :)

Hey guess what. I got tagged! Lucky for all of you :)

5 things on my to do list...

1. Find a job
   
2. Get supple
3. Stop being awkward around hot tub boy
   
4. Save all my change to buy a love sac
5. Sit by the pool, all day, every day.. at least every day that I don't have work... that is, when I get a job.. hmm...
   
   

5 Snacks I Love...

1. Fruit Snacks
   
2. Otter Pops
3. Popcorn
4. Cheetos
5. Brownies... but they hurt my tummy. (I had some tonight... no bueno for the stomach, but so tasty and supple.)
   

5 things I will never wear again...

1. Poofy sleeves. SICK!
2. Short shorts-- they're just gross.
3. Big, large, awkward bows in my hair
4. Socks with sandals. It's just wrong.
5. Overalls. They just aren't me...
   

5 Things I would do if I were a Billionaire...

1. Buy a whole mall
   
2. Go to every Six Flags everywhere
3. Go visit all the Amish communities... because they're cool people.
   
4. Drop out of college
5. Buy myself a nice large house with a huge swimming pool in the back
   

5 Bad Habits...

1. Consumption of french fries.
2. Biting my nails. Sick.
3. Shopping
4. Trying to constantly please everyone
5. Watching "The Hills." Stupidest show ever, but I am addicted.. and poor little Kelsi is now addicted. No good no good.
   

5 of my favorite toys...Nostalgics

1. Barbies, even though I was the deprived child in the family and got next to none during my entire lifetime.
   
2. Polly Pockets, and yes I do have more than Bethany :)
3. My bedtime teddy bears. The ones with the hats, ya know? Oddly enough I would chew on the tip of their pj hats. So strange, I know.
   
4. Easy bake oven. However, it wasn't that easy. I still burned food.
   
5. Well, it's not really a toy. But I went through a stage where I was obsessed with Beauty and the Beast. I got this really cool plastic tent thing that I would have set up in my room. It honestly was probably the coolest thing ever! I'm pretty sure it was a super depressing day when I had to give it to DI... I envy the little girl who got it after me.
   

I hate tagging people... I dunno who to tag... sorry, these things always die with me :)

Update?

Everyone keeps on getting after me for not updating this thing. Hey, not my fault... I have a life ;) Ok really I don't, but I'm going to pretend I do just so I can update this.

If you know me at all you know I'm still pretty much a little kid in a lot of ways. I do really weird things like color randomly, play with play dough, and even watch Hannah Montana. My most recent little kid adventure was going to a carnival. Not even gonna lie it was one of the BEST nights of my whole life!! Me and Stacie were totally little kids again and we loved every minute of it.




After finishing my last final I went on a road trip to St.George with my best friend, Stacie! It was so so so amazing to just sit, relax, and do NOTHING! We literally just sat around for 5 days in the sun. It was outstanding :) My little hot tub friend was down at Zions at the same time, therefore... we hung out one of the nights. Yes, it was rather exciting. Yes, we did cuddle. Yes, everything is still awkward with us. And no, we are not "together," sorry if I was starting to get you all excited, but it's just not gonna happen! We went to In-N-Out... it was amazing. But here's the real shocker, I ATE GLUTEN! Why? Because it sounded so so good... and it was totally worth the 5 hours of pain that followed, believe it or not.




Instead of moving home for the Summer, I'm actually staying in Provo. Stacie made a pro/con list about whether I should or shouldn't stay in Provo with her.. and, the pro list for staying seriously outweighed the cons. Therefore, here I am in nice little Provo still. It's actually really nice because it is just me and Stacie in an apartment that is meant for 4 girls. Amazingly enough, all of our crap fills it... so it's probably good that it's only us 2.

Ok, well, I'm just not sure what else to tell you all. I think I'll just add a nice little collage of pictures from my recent events in life. Enjoy my wonderfully exciting life that ya'll have been waiting weeks to hear about :)

Holi Krishna...Festival of Colors

Last night I went to this thing called the Festival of Colors down in Spanish Fork. It was at the Sri Sri Radha Krishna Temple. It's some sort of Hindu temple or something. So what exactly is this festival for? Holi (the festival...) celebrates the ancient story of Holika, a demoness who, immune to fire, burned scores of children before trying to burn a child named Prahlad. When Prahlad prayed to Lord Vishnu, Holika was burned instead. The festival commemorates that victory. Weird, right?

Pretty much, we all went and threw colored chalk at each other. Just walking around we'd get a mouthful of the color. It was disgusting. At one point we were about to take a picture and BAM someone threw a handful of green chalk right in my face-- so so gross.


Overall though the night was AMAZING! Afterwards me and Stacie went to Wal-Mart. I've never gotten so many noticeable stares in my life. It was truly wonderful--it really did make my night. For those of you who were thinking it... yes, I did go with hot tub boy (as well as a bunch of other friends). So what does this mean? You all get to see pictures of him! Yay! But... don't judge his amazingly good looks off of these pictures... we're covered in colorfulness that isn't all too attractive. Enjoy :)

No good. No good at all.

Update on hot tub boy; he's not so bad after all. Crazy, right? Yeah, that's what I thought, too. Don't get your hopes up though. It's simply a little crush. However, I do happen to have another story you might all enjoy. Tuesday nights I write an e-mail to Colton because his p-day is on Wednesdays. Well, this past Tuesday I specifically skipped the questions about guys and such-- simply because I was beginning to form this crush. Wednesday morning I woke up and I had 4 new e-mails from Colton: the e-mail he sends to his mom, the normal one he sends me, and then 2 other short ones! Well, e-mail #3 was labeled the name of my crush. OK SO NOT GOOD! I thought I was going to throw up when I saw that. Not even joking. All it said was the kids name and "Who is that? Just curious." AHHHH NOT COOL NOT COOL AT ALL! How did he know his name?!?!?! E-mail #4 was an apology for asking and saying I didn't have to respond to the previous e-mail. So then I naturally started freaking out and wondering who would have told him (since not many people even knew/know about him...). Well, it appears that Colton just might be stalking me on facebook. Why do I think this? Well, me and the hot tub boy had been having a conversation about the hot tub and then about watching a movie. This easily could have sparked Colton's curiousity into wondering if me and this hot tub boy had a little something going on between us. It's sort of funny, actually. I was at first shocked, then annoyed, then found it cute, and currently find it just super strange. It doesn't bother me that he got on facebook-- but it makes me laugh that he's worried about hot tub boy. Anyways, needless to say, next Tuesday's e-mail is going to be full of me questioning his facebooking in order to stay away from his topic of concern. Should be fun :)

The Hot Tub...

Me and Stacie decided the other night to relax and sit in our apartment complexes hot tub. Sounds simple enough, right? Ok, no. It was the strangest night of my life. To start the story off I've got to give you some background on the situation. For weeks Stacie has been telling me about this guy who had seen my picture at her apartment and has wanted to meet me. So, right before going to the hot tub I was at her apartment, and we were talking about me meeting him. Even on our walk over to the hot tub we were talking about how I was content just the way I was (without knowing him that is...). Well, we get to the hot tub, and guess who's there? Uh huh, the kid who had been wanting to meet me. HOW AWKWARD! There I was, in my swimming suit, and I had to meet the kid who thinks I'm cute for the very first time. BAH! Horrible. But don't worry... the whole thing gets even more strange. As we're sitting there minding our own business another guy starts talking to us. He told us he had just gotten off his mission in December. Stacie, being the nice girl she is asked "Where did you go on your mission?" He said "Michigan." So obviously I say "My brother is there right now. He's in the Lansing mission." The guy then asked who my brother was. When I told him, he began freaking out-- literally. Apparently Nathan was his favorite companion from his whole mission. He continued to tell me stories for about 20 minutes. It was quite entertaining, and also pretty funny that I met him... sitting in that blasted hot tub. Needless to say, it was quite the night for me. One which has caused me to debate ever returning to the hot tub...

I guess I got tagged...

Well, I'm not sure why I'm doing this... but here it goes....
1. I leave wonderful little Provo nearly every weekend to come home. Why you might ask? Simple: Guys are gross. It's an easy getaway for me. Plus, I just really like not having to cook. Oh and there's always the added bonus of not having to share my room. Ok, yeah, that's the best part.
2. I have a serious addiction. Gilmore girls. I watch it constantly... I really can't help it. I have the first 6 seasons and I'm planning on getting the 7th shortly. Seriously... you should watch it. You won't be disappointed. Unless you're a guy. Then you might be.
3. I break really strange bones, like my femur and tail bone. It's not like I do anything crazy to break them. When I broke my femur all I did was fell off my bike. I didn't crash, or get hit, or even fall hard. I simply... fell. And with my tail bone all I did was slipped on ice while walking to my friends car. Lets just say... I'm strange like that.
4. I got a free Sonicare toothbrush, and now I have 2 sisters that hate me. Oh, and a brother-in-law. (However, his reasons for hating me could have to do with him owing me Cafe Rio)
5. This might come as a shock-- but I am the favorite aunt in the family. How do I know this? Well, they've all told me so. Including Kaylee. (Minus Ava of course... she only loves her Dad and Uncle Ryan)
6. At night, when I'm in my room and on my computer, I chat with my roommate on MSN and Facebook. Yes, she's in the apartment, too. We enjoy chatting on MSN. We're just dumb like that...
7. I'm going to die of a heart attack. Why? Because I'm seriously in love with french fries. It's a problem, really. When I was sick last week there was a rare moment where I didn't crave them. Luckily for my stomach, that's changed and I once again crave them on a daily basis. Good for my stomach, bad for my heart. But whatever. They're good.

Ok... now, I have no idea how to do the linking thing. Plus, the only people who look at my blog have already been tagged. (except maybe Beth and Joel.. if you haven't been tagged, well, uh, I suppose you now are.)

The rules are:
1. Link to the person that tagged you, and post the rules on your blog.
2. Share 7 random and or weird facts about yourself.
3. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.
4. Let each person know that they've been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

Dating? SICK!

Everyone keeps on telling me to go on dates. Ok, no. That's just not going to happen. I was talking to Beth earlier this evening... and I decided that I actually find it fun to turn guys down. For example, Saturday night me and the girls (Morgan & Stacie-- Hence the picture) went to a dance. We were just minding our own business and dancing the night away when a group of guys came up and one of them asked me to dance. I politely turned him down. It was the reaction that followed that made it so enjoyable. His friends, along with the guy who asked me to dance, were shocked that I had actually turned him down. Are you kidding me? Eww. I don't want to dance with any guy but Colton. And we all know that's not going to happen for a couple years. So anyways. His friends loved the fact that I'd turned him down. They actually came up and gave me high five! Apparently this guy NEVER gets turned down or something. (Not sure why considering he really wasn't that cute...) However, I gave his friends, along with myself and my friends, the entertainment of making him squirm :) See? Now what's more fun then that, right? I think I'll make this turning guys down thing a habit... Or wait, maybe I already have. Either way... I'm really not into dating at the moment-- Sorry everyone!

Ok everyone.. you can stop bugging me now...

So, everyone keeps bugging me about getting a blog. Not sure why, since all I do is work and go to school (not much to talk about...), but whatever. Here goes. :) For anyone who doesn't already know, I'm a freshman at BYU... it's rough, not gonna lie. I shouldn't have taken easy classes my senior year. But that's ok, I'm adjusting. In fact, I might actually pass a few tests this semester, so that's encouraging. I keep telling my mom that I'm going to drop out and go to hair school, but she won't let me. Lets see, what else... I have a "missionary" if you want to call it that. So everyone always bugs me about going on dates and what not. But I don't want to go on pity dates. So I won't. (Deal with it Joel...) Me and Joel have a bet about when I'll get married. Lets just say, he already owes me Cafe Rio. Ok, this blog thing is not such a good idea. I have nothing to say. Uh...