Starbucks Confession.

Confession:
I like starbucks for many reasons.
However, the main reason is because they write my name on my cup and it makes me feel REAL special.
Plus, they put a heart to dot my "i".

Ridiculous. Cliche. Annoying.

Yet, I love it.

Birthday Pictures.

I was all about posting my birthday pictures on my blog.
But, there is over 100 and that's WAY too many.

Instead, click here.
...and don't judge me. It was my birthday.

Follwing the Leader.

Eeeeek!

New followers, Cody and Paige.
Welcome.
:)

400 and 23.

POST NUMBER 400!

Birthday was a blast.
...and tequila makes me do weird things.

Like this:

More embarrassing pictures to come.

HB, Me.

I turn 23 in 10 minutes.
HOOORAY.

Thanks for having me, Mom.

I really appreciate the life you and Dad gave me.

Happy Birthday, Me.

Epiphany.

Today is one of those days where I just want to write but I'm nervous because I never know who is reading my blog, or what they will think.

I just had an epiphany:
It amazes me to look back on my past, and remember a time when I thought I was completely happy. I thought I had it all. I thought I had everything I needed. But then I compare it to the place I'm in now, my current situation, and it seems so ridiculous that that ever made me happy.

This can be related to two things.
A) Sean.
B) Sam.

Both things seemed so great and so perfect for me.

Both things made me smile and both things made me happy.

Now, both things seem completely opposite of what I truly want.

Maybe GOOD things fall A PA R T
so BETTER things can fall T O G E T H E R.

Before I get mean angry hate comments:

A) Sean is a great guy. From what I read, he is really great to Chloe and she is very happy with him. They are absolutely perfect for each other, and I'm glad that he and I fell apart so she and him could fall together.

B) Sam has always been Sam. She always will be Sam. She will never change for anyone, and that's a really great quality. One of my favorites about her. However, lately she's made me more sad than she has happy. She has brought me down more than she has lifted me up. She has hurt my feelings more than she's made me smile. And that's not the sort of friend I need.

Quad: 1. Callie: 0.

Bahhhh.

Snowboarding for 5 hours.

Running 2.0 miles.

and a double header softball.

ALL in 24 HOURS.

My little leg got pissed.

Decided to pull a muscle.

You win, quad.

You win.

Boarding Therapy.

Remember when I was grumpy?
Having a terrible-horrible-no-good-very-bad-day?

Turned into a whole week.

Lasted forever and ever and ever.

Until yesterday.
I went to Powder Mountain by myself.
Spent the entire day doing as I pleased.
No cell phone. No iPod. No nothing.
Just me and snow and sun.

Felt A M A Z I N G.

I feel so refreshed.

Bruce came up later, ran a couple runs with me.
Then he broke his wrist.
That was pretty shitty.
Yet, still a real great day.

Now I ask you, reader:
Why have I spent 22 years of my life never snowboarding before?

Why has no one told me how great it is?

---except Josh #3.

Double Header.

New Header.
I have mixed emotions about it.

P.S. WHY do I have little bags under my eyes when I smile?
Annoying.

Brett.

Hi Brett.
Thanks for reading.
:)

FYI.

You have 2 days to get me a present.
...just saying.

Shame on Me.

You put up a wall that's too hard to climb,
I'd try for a ladder but don't have the time.
Time is essential, and I have to work fast,
The progress I'm making, I fear, won't last.
Each piece that falls from the wall that you built,
is put back in place by fear and guilt.
You fear your family, your friends, your church,
instead of opening your mind and allowing your heart to search.
You shut down your emotion and I can't get in,
You make it impossible for either of us to win.
I want to continue to climb and I want to try,
But I learn from my past, it's easier to lie.
So I hide my feelings and tell you it's okay,
I wish you the best and I send you on your way.
Rebuild your wall and I'll let you be,
For fool me twice, and it's shame on me.

Words of Wisdom.

"I like acoustic because of the way it makes me feel.
It's like yoga, for my heart."

-Callie Ann.

Sleepy Head.

Took a 6 hour nap today.
Delish.

"...I took like a hundred hour nap today."
"That's a coma. Say you took a small coma and I'll believe you."

[Name that line.]

Embarrasing Moments.

Going through my iTunes and
cleaning things up for my new fancy iPod.

Found a genre in my
collection called "children's music".

Embarrassing.

Yet, not embarrassing enough to delete.

Hilary Duff, you can stay.

I'll delete you when I turn 25.

...maybe.

Keep on Keeping on.

Just did some calculations:
90% in Nutrition and 88% in Chemistry.


All the sudden,
4.0 doesn't seem so far away.

Nutrition and I Don't Get Along.

Just did nutrition diet analysis for the last 2 hours, then answered questions on it. Only got a 68%. Awesome. Probably just could've guessed and saved myself the 2 hours.

Ugh. This class will be the death of me.

23.

Dear Friends,
I'll be 23 in 9 days.

My party:
Keys on Main in SLC.
You're invited.

Twenty-three is old. It's almost like 25,
which is like almost mid-twenties.
- Jessica Simpson

Ohhh, Jessica.

Full of words of wisdom.

Treats and Tests.

I told myself if I did well on my Chemistry test
then I'd buy myself a treat.

Here it is:

...you know, since I lost mine.

I haven't had a lot
of time to explore her.

but I love her, already.

Wendover Bendover, part 2.

I can't keep up with the blog world.
Seriously.
WAY behind.

Went to Wendover two nights ago.
Lost 100.00 again.
I'm a real terrible gambler.

Yet, I had a really great time.

Ohhh, wendover.
How I love thee.

Spring Break, I'll miss you.

Walmart and Eyelashes.

I go to Walmart for ONE thing,
end up with a cart full of things I don't need.

Does this happen to anyone else, or just me?

On a plus side, I got some new mascara.
My eyelashes look super long.
And we all know, I'm a sucker for eyelashes.

Fish are Friends, not Food.

Sometimes, you just need a friend.
Today was my day.
And I found a really great one.
Thanks for cheering me up.
:)

Words of Wisdom.

And then the day came,
when the risk to remain tight in a bud
was more painful than
the risk it took to blossom.
---Anais Nin

WSU.

Ohhh, WSU. How I love thee.
Went to the game, lost by 1 stinking point.
Still represent my purple anyway.
You know, because I bleed Purple.

Dear John.

Just got back from Dear John.

Holy Smokes.

I cried my head off.
...cried, cried, cried some more.

It was a good cry, definitely.
And an emotional release that was definitely needed.

Plus, I'm in love with Channing Tatum.

So, I feel like it was a win-win.

Dear Work Friends: Thanks for tagging along.
I apologize for the puffy eyes.

Nursing Letter.

Guess what came in the mail today:
A letter from the Health Professions at WSU.

Eeeeeek.

I was expecting a decline.
Yet, I still felt nervous when I opened it.

Yes, it was decline.
Of course. I haven't finished my pre-reqs.
I knew I wouldn't get in this year.
I was prepared.

...yet, still broke me a little.

Next year, though, I'm in like gin.
Cross your fingers, just in case.

Ugh.

I definitely need new friends.
The ones I have now bring me down.
...and they make me feel bad about myself.
Not a good combination.

Disclaimer: Not all my friends are bad.
Just the ones I've been spending my time with lately.

Girl Power. Friends. Dancing.

Here is the conclusion, blog world.
I need new friends.

Tonight when I got off work I wanted to go to Cowboy Up at Weber State. Do you think I could find a friend to go with me? Definitely not. I needed a girl friend. Couldn't take a guy friend because then boys would think he was my date and no one would ask me to dance.

News Flash.
I only have guy friends.

This is a dilemma.

I called Kalee, Sam, Ciara, Janelle, Natalee and Perri.
That's it. Those are my only girl friends.
All of them either A) had plans or B) didn't answer.

So, I went to WSU by myself.
Who needs moral support? I can do this alone.

And I did.
And I had a pretty good time.

Girl power.

Re-do.

Dear Diary,
I wish I had 10000 hours to give my blog a remodel.
...because you know that's how long it will take me.
I have this wonderful image in my head of exactly how I want it.
I just don't have the time to do it.
Bah-hum-bug.

Love,
Me.

Happy Birthday, Jeff.

Today is my dad's birthday.
Not my dad by blood, but my dad by love.
Jeffrey turns 55 today.
What an old man.

Jeff has been my papa bear for as long as I can remember.
My first memory is him hugging my mom in a Hawaiian shirt, with his big van full of boxes in our driveway. My next memory is being outside my mom's room and asking my mom what I'm supposed to call him: Dad or Jeff? Mom said, "Call him whatever you want," and I decided on Jeff. Jeff slowly became Dad.

It was rocky at first, and we bumped heads. We argued and we disagreed and there were some toes that got stepped on, on both sides. But now, I understand him and he understands me. Now, we get each other. We respect each other and we love each other. Now, he's my dad and I love that I have him.

Never once has he tried to replace my own father, and he has always put my Dad's guidance and morals into everything he teaches me. He has always reminded me how much my Dad loved me, loves me and will always love me, and he is sure to give me extra loves and hugs that my Dad isn't able to do.

Jeff has always supported me, always pushed me, always guided me. He has told me when I'm being dumb and praised me when I'm being smart. He has shown me the things that I am able to do, when I have self doubt. He has looked after me and protected me. He has been my rock, my support, my guidance, my love.

He has been my Dad and
I am very grateful.

Happy Birthday, Jeff.

I love you.

Moving.

It's MOVING day.

"Can we stop fighting? You're ruining moving day for us."
---Name that show.

Sister is moving.
Right next door, practically.
How exciting.

So, we get to spend the whole day together.
Packing. Eating. Singing. and Drinking.
...I'll be drinking water, thanks to Lent.

Love sister bonding days.

Rut-a-tut-tut.

Oh, hey.
I feel like it's been a minute since I've blogged.

You know, like a good blog.

I've sort of lost my mojo and been in a robot-like state.

Work. School. Study. Sleep.

Work. School. Study. Sleep.

Snowboard.

Work. School. Study. Sleep.

That's it.
That's my life.
Don't be jealous.

Things have just been kind of blah, lately.
I haven't had much to talk about.
Which, ironically, gave me something to write about.

I feel like I'm in a rut.
Maybe it's just today.
Maybe I'm just in a weird mood.

But I kind of feel like it has a little something
to do with how I'm spending my time.

School has been half-ass.
I love my chemistry class. I've been doing well and I understand the concepts. I've made some friends and I love my professor.

Nutrition, however, isn't going so hot. My professor drives me nutty. I'm sure I've mentioned this before, but he talks like a game show host and I can't even handle it. So, the lack of professor=lack of interest=lack of attendance. I've missed three days already, just because I don't like it. That's not like me, in any way.

So, then I get hard on myself and I scold myself and then I get down on myself. It's a vicious cycle, really.

Also, my weekends have been spent with my work friends.
My work friends are all great people and I love that I'm friends with them all. However, none of them are going to school. Not that that's a bad thing. They just don't inspire me or push me to better myself. They are happy with me just the way that I am, and I love that about them but I hate it, at the same time.

I need constant improvement. I always have. So I thrive on being with people who are smarter than me, more successful than me, more positive than me, more...better...than me.

So, it's this rut that I'm in.
And I'm slowly digging myself out.

The solution is simple, really.
Study hard.
Go to class.
And hang out with great people.

Not a hard fix, right?
And I'm on the road to recovery.

Toodles, rut. Hope to not see you again.

Ooopsie.

Got another one.

Add it to my collection.

Oooops.

Self Tanning Disaster.

I made a beauty-boo-boo.
Please tell me you know how to fix this.

Granny Goose.

Holy smokes, I love plays.

LOVE.

LOVE.

LOVE.

So, I'm going.

And I'm taking
my Granny-Goose.
Can't wait.

Ugh. Nutrition.

Explain this:

How do I get an A in Anatomy, Physiology and Chemistry,

but I get a C in Nutrition.

Nutrition=eat healthy and exercise.

Not a hard concept.

Why can I not grasp this?!

Ask me how many moles of Calcium
are in a 15g of CaSO4 and I could tell you.

Ask me how many grams of Fiber should be
consumed for a 1500 calorie diet, and I have no idea.

Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.