Boring Blog.

I got my new sidekick, heavenly.

Got into Physiolgy and stoked.

That's all.

Boring blog.

Dating in the Dark.

Uhhh, have you WATCHED this!?

I don't know if I could do it, huge blow to the ego if the dude walked out the front door instead of met me on the deck.

These people are B R A V E.

Melting Heart.

We have this resident who I've only heard horror stories about. Supposedly she is bitchy and no one can get her to do anything, not even get her in pajamas. Well, I've worked with her the past three nights-in pajamas, in bed, with oxygen on. Three impossible tasks. Now, here is the kicker, last night she told me she is glad I'm around.

[Melts my heart.]

L O V E this job. Found my calling. I'm in heaven.

Couldn't be happier.

:)

P M S.

I'm PMSin' and don't give an E F F.

All this time I thought I was great at hiding my inner bitch, turns out I am indecisive, quiet and I have a "tone" when I'm bitchy. Huh, who would've thunk?

My Replacement.

Well, started me new job. LOVE IT.
..only downfall is I have 0000 time to blog.
[Read the confession booth in place of me, so entertaining.]

Baby-sitting.

This is how I babysit.
...twister and truth-or-dare.

2 0 0

Post number 2 0 0 !!!

[That's all.]

I'm Confused.

People tell me [often] that my blog is so real and I really share a lot about my life and they can't believe I dare blog about these things and yadda-yadda-yadda.

Well, what the eff are you supposed to blog about?

[Not that I'm offended that they say this, because I like my I-share-too-much-and-keep-it-real blog and really like when people read it, comment it, talk about it, tell me about it.]

Brandon.

Just got off the phone with step-brother, Brandon. He just graduated PA school, a 4 year degree in about 2 years. He is A M A Z I N G. He is incredibly inspiring, very dedicated, driven, and my little [240, 6'2] hero.

As we are talking, he is congratulating me on my Anatomy grade. Telling me that is the hardest class I will ever take. Describing what a big deal it was. And I just couldn't believe him. I am pleased with my B+, but it's not an A. [Is Brandon just trying to make me feel better, or am I just being hard on myself?]

The more I talk to him, the more I want to learn. He sets his goals so high and achieves every. single. one. He knows the sky is the limit and I love that about him. He loves school. He loves to learn. He knows how to do well and succeed and that is incredibly inspiring.

When I grow up, I want to be a Brandon.

She Doesn't Go To Church.

Yesterday my Aunt and her friend were talking in front of me. Friend was commenting on how cute I was, asked about school, congratulated me on my grades, and asked if I was married. She told my Aunt I should marry her son. My Aunt's immediate reaction was "Well, she doesn't go to church," and like that the conversation turned. "Oh, well that won't work then."

Not that I want to marry her son, because I'm really happy with Sean, but I'm annoyed that that's why I was turned away. No where was it mentioned that I was a christian, or I believed in God, or I said my prayers at night, or I treat everyone with love and respect, or that I'm accepting strive to help others.

I was turned away because I don't go to church.
Does this seem totally unrealistic to anyone else? Yes.
Do I really need to move out of the Mormon Bubble? Yes.

From AFCU to Mountain Ridge.

I will not miss: people asking for the latest coin, wearing tights, the damned dress code that I never seemed to get right, ksl, night drop and ATMs, the stench of BO when people rest their arms on my teller window, business deposits, and member financial meetings.

I will miss: Zach's inappropriate picture E-mails, friday morning treats, dance parties in drive-thru, old men that tell me I'm pretty, suckers, getting paid to blog, annnnnd my real funny co-workers.

Too-da-loo AFCU, on to bigger and better things.

Last Post about Anatomy.

B+ [!!!!!]

Pissed it's not an A.
Pleased it's not a C.

Grand Finale.

Anatomy final T O M O R R O W.

How do you know if you really studied well enough, or if you know all the material, or you won't forget everything once you click "start test"? You don't know. You just say your prayers, take a deep breathe and kick the ass out of the test.

Professor is giving 15 extra credit questions. If I do well, plus the 15, it will jump me from a B+ to an A. Pressure is on.

Bring it on, test.

Behold, the Sidekick.

Remember how I spent a lot of money on this phone?

..mostly because I had to have it, needed it, couldn' t live without it?

Welp, now I'm bored.

Now I have to have, can't live without, must purchase this phone.

[So what if I used to have a sidekick before my behold. This one is BETTER.]

Post about School #6564.

First things first, I've almost blogged 200 posts and haven't even had my blog a year. Obsessed much? I think so.

Fall semester starts August 24th and I'm still unsure of my class schedule. I originally registered for Chemisty, Nutrition and Physiology and then decided that was absolute suicide and dropped Physiology.

Later, I decided dropping physiology was a real dumb idea since I'm in anatomy right now and taking physiology the following semester would be MUCH easier than if I waited a semester.

So now I'm registered for Chemistry, Nutrition and Physiology's lab and hoping to get into physiology but it's currently full. Son of a... I e-mailed the professor, she is putting me on the waiting list that is "getting pretty full" but she said she'd do her best.

Cross your fingers that I get into the Physiology and I'll drop nutrition. Who needs nutrition anyway? Everyone knows I eat like a champ already.
[Don't act like leftover pizza isn't a breakfast of champions.]

Meeka.

Uh, I want a puppy.

..Meeka-style.

Hi. Can I play with you?

It's sort of a scary feeling when you take a step back and realize all your really great friends have all gone really different ways. I saw it coming and knew it would happen, but now that it's actually happening I'm a little freaked out. I feel like I need to start all over and find new friends who are more like me, like the same things I like, going the same places I'm going, doing the same things I'm doing. How in the world do you make new friends? If only it were like elementary days, "Hi. Can I play with you?"


On an un-related note, my most favorite thing in the world is when my words get twisted and I all the sudden look like the bad guy for something I, in fact, didn't say. Love high school drama.

Study Shmudy.

"I think you should learn, of course, and some days you must learn a great deal. But you should also have days when you allow what is already in you to swell up inside of you until it touches everything. And you can feel it inside you. If you never take time out to let that happen, then you just accumulate facts, and they begin to rattle around inside of you. You can make noise with them, but never really feel anything... It's hollow." ---From Here.

[I suddenly don't feel so guilty for not studying at work today.]

Big Thanks.

I read about, hear songs about, read poems about, see stories about those terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad days.
I hear about the terrible heart breaks, the days you just can't get out of bed, the days when you wish you could just disappear. I've heard about intense pain,
extreme hurt, gut-turning discomfort.
And you know what, I can not ever remember a time in my life when any of these things have happened to me. And I count my lucky stars. Of course, I've had bad days, and days where all I do is cry. I've had days where I just want to lay in my mom's arms and tell me everything will be okay. But in all honesty, I've been real, real, real, real lucky.

Thank you, god.

Countdown.

These next two weeks are going to be R E A L eventful.

I'm going to:
--study, study, study, study, and study some more.
--ace my final, piece of cake.
--finish my last week at America First.
--spend the weekend with Sean in Bear Lake.
Then, I'm going to start my new CNA job on the 17th.

Bow-Chicka-Wow-Wow.
I love when things just fall into place SO perfectly.

[I'm a damn lucky girl.]

Oh, the possibility.

Who says studying 24 chapters in one day is not possible?
Because in my mind, it totally is.

GNO in P A R K city.

Team effort decision: Girls Night out in Park City. Who knew it would be SO much fun?

Started of shopping on Main Street. Then back to our TINY hotel room, mom pitched a fit and we got a bigger room. CHA-CHING.

Swam a little.

[Braxton showed off his muscles.]

Back to our new and improved room, with a jacuzzi right in the middle of it all. Heavenly.

Went for an evening stoll.

Followed by a very serious dance party.

I wore my glasses all night, to hide my drunky pants. I'm so sneaky.

Seriously, the most fun I've had in a L O N G time. Just me and my fam, hanging out. Dancing our ass off.

Blogs. Finals. AFCU. and Dierks.

WOW. How did I get SO behind in the blogging world? I have close to 1,000,000 blogs I need to read. You people need to S L O W down with the posts, eh?

On a more positive note, this semester is almost over. Two thumbs WAY up. I would just like to fast forward the next two weeks so I don't need to stress about my humungous final on the 14th.

The 15th is my last day at good ol' AFCU. T H A N K GOODNESS. Not that I don't like AFCU, I am just ready to move on to bigger and better things, like Mountain Ridge and then eventually McKay Dee. Woot Woo.

And the last bit of news, Bear Lake Sean is taking me to Dierks Bentley and Brad Paisley in September. I love love love love Dierks. I'm beaming with glee.

[Remind me to post about Park City, such a H I L A R I O U S time.]