"I'm disappointed with the geek section on Pinterest."

"There's a sexy picture of Catwoman. What, it's geeky because it's from Batman? Come on. Oh, and here are some shoes that look like cats. Those aren't geeky, they're weird. Every once in a while a LEGO person comes up. This is pathetic."

Don't hate me for posting this picture.

She hates nail polish and shopping. Instead of a cell phone, she carries her DS with her everywhere. She loves stories about dragons and mages and lots of words that I don't know the exact meaning of, but usually have something to do with fantasy and magic. She geeks out over Age of Empires with me - loves it almost as much as I do. She knows every Legend of Zelda song on piano. I promise she will beat you in Mario Kart, and you can bet that she created a cast for The Hunger Games before it came out. And she already picked out every flaw in the actual cast.

Together, Tierney and Colin make up this power geek force to be freakin' reckoned with. The more I spend time with them over break, the more I realize I have no idea what they are talking about 80% of the time. They are kind enough to fill me in on some stuff, most of it is just way beyond my level of understanding. But I was thinking about it, and I'm glad my siblings aren't "cool." First of all, if they were, they wouldn't want to hang out with me, because I am definitely not "cool." And second of all, they just wouldn't be as interesting. I am never bored when I am with these guys.

THEY'RE JUST SO FUNNY. Writing about them is doing them no justice because you have to be around my family and firsthand experience their awesomeness. No, they're beyawesomeness! You're never going to understand... aaah. They're so funny. What the heck. "Oh good for you, now you're gonna have probably get a bellyache. That's why you shouldn't eat so much candy."

Oh, and you should know, that my 9-year-old sister Fiona is just as much a champion at video games as they are.

While driving up to my grandparents' house, the kids of the family reenacted Les Miserables. I was Fantine, Tierney was Cosette, Fiona was young Cosette, Claire was Eponine, and Colin and Eric were every male part.

My family quotes Megamind and Fantastic Mr. Fox more than anything. Actually, we probably just quote everything. When someone says something funny, everyone questions its originality. I can be funny too, people. Just give me a chance!

Aw, presh. Make your own assumptions about why the heart is there.

La la la, break should never end!

"I feel like I... learned something..."

Yesterday, I did everything in my power to avoid studying for finals.
Don't believe me? I...
- did 2 loads of laundry
- started packing for home
- organized my wardrobe into multiple groups:
1. Things I'm giving to Tierney
2. Things I'm giving to D.I.
3. Things I want but don't need because Utah is freezing
4. Things I need but don't want because Utah is freezing
5. Things to fold and put back in my drawers
- went to an Anberlin concert with Jennie!
- cut up an old t-shirt and made a headband
- cleaned the kitchen
- bought and listened to Mat Kearney's album, Young Love
- organized my jewelry, getting rid of everything I don't love
- ate. A lot.

The list goes on. One might wonder how I got to such a deep level of not caring. I have pinpointed four main reasons for the demise of my motivation.
I realized that even if I failed my Humanities final, I would still end up with an A in the class.
I realized that even if I failed my History final, I would still end up with a C in the class.
I realized that the amount I studied for my previous History tests was inversely proportional to how well I did on the test.
I am so over this semester. You don't even know. (This reason is kind of a cop out. Sorry about that.)

But none of this even matters any more because I AM DONNNNNEEEE!
And despite the amount of attention I did not pay in History, despite the many times I ditched Humanities, I do feel like I learned something.
Now if only I could figure out what that is exactly...

I'll be home tomorrow!
I can't wait to see these beautiful people:

Lovelovelovelovelove them.

How many blogs have you blogged?

I've been thinking a lot ever since I started my blog about how inconsistent of a blogger I am. How infrequent I am. How lame I am. How I have to practically force myself to try, Bronwyn, try and write something interesting today, but whenever something interesting happens, I a) forget about it, or b) have no desire to blog about it. With all these thoughts running around and bumpin' into each other in my brain, but never forming themselves into coherent, substantial ideas or answers to my problem, I somehow reached a conclusion: I hate blogging.
What? Let me try again.
I somehow reached a conclusion: I hate writing in general.
Not even close to true.
I somehow reached a conclusion: I hate writing about myself, therefore I hate blogging.
Aye, there's the rub.

So this is a problem for me. I love writing. I actually would love to be a writer or an editor (or a high school English teacher, but... that's kinda on the DL. I don't know yet). However, I've got a long way to go before I'm good enough to be any of those things. And I'm not just referring to the fact that I still have at least 3 years left of undergrad work, I mean my writing skills are subpar. I need to practice. But what better way to practice writing than to write about seemingly mundane things an in interesting fashion on my blog? Yep. Time to pull up my bootstraps and do this thing. You may now expect... Actually, I'm not gonna make any promises. Just know that I will be making a conscious effort to blog more and blog better.

Goodbye.

P.S. Also, this:

Guess-

-where am I going to be in approximately 4 1/2 months? (Why does that feel like such a long time?)

:)

I got into the London Study Abroad program.

:)

Yay.

On a different note, Zooey Deschanel is my girl crush.  I kind of want to be her.

Heck yeah.

Also, I have never felt more like an LDS girl stereotype than when I showed Adam, David, and Nate my wedding board on Pinterest. -____- Remind me that if I want that board to become a reality, I need to not show boys things like that. Yuck.

I didn't get the job.

Disappointment.

A best day

This video is your background information. Watch it, smile, and then understanding what I'm talking about.

We watched this video last semester in my English class. My teacher had a way of inspiring us and making class so much more than just learning about English... We learned about life. He wanted to stress how you don't have to be good at something to love it -- and it's true. I don't know anyone who would say that Matt Harding is a talented dancer, but there is something so special about him and what he has done. He brought so many together and shared with them the gift of dance. After we watched and discussed this video, a girl in my class raised her hand and said some life changing words: "He's going to be at Waimea this Saturday."

So that Saturday, my best friend and I journeyed down to Waimea Bay. My favorite beach by far.

Gorgeous, right? Okay, I know you can't really tell how pretty it is because... Well, I'm just not a very good photographer and I don't know how to do the right angles or whatever. Anyway.

We spent the day together on the beach, and then Matt came. Suddenly, all these people came together - all these happy people. Everyone was so glad to be there! We danced awkwardly in the ocean while Matt's camera person filmed. There was so much laughter, so many smiles. A bunch of strangers, yet in that moment, we were all friends and nothing else mattered. Matt brought us together, and for about an hour we were all united with a common love for dance and for life. It is undoubtedly one of the coolest things I've ever been a part of.

After we did his dance, Matt stayed to talk with all the people that had come. While we were talking with him, I commented something like: "You are so happy and nice!" to which he replied, "You'd be really happy too if you had my job." Oh man, I can't even imagine. He gets sponsored to travel all over the world and make videos of himself dancing with other people. He really just does what he loves. I learned to much from him. I want so badly to be able to travel to a fourth, nay, a tenth of the places he's been to.

(Oh, and just so y'all know, Nat has a dance. So since we did Matt's dance, we asked him to do ours! As you can tell, no one really knew when to stop... We just kinda kept going.)

Sigh. Everything about this day was perfect. I didn't have to be there, and it's not like I got paid to be in his video, but I prefer it that way. It was one of the best days of my life. And the greatest part? I got to share it.

Too many things I haven't done yet

I want to expound upon the title, but I mean... what else is there to say?
"I can't waste the days wishing they'd slow down... You would've thought by now I'd learn something."

(Awkward transition)

If part of your body was dead, wouldn't you cut it off?
Example: Frostbite --> amputation. Yeah?
Maybe not? I don't know anything about things like that.

So you can't possibly blame me for this.

(That is debatably the most attractive face I've ever made.)

I'm not depressed, I just never know what to do with my face when it has to be in a picture.
Anyway! 4 inches later, I feel like a new person.
Not really, but 'tis a fun change nonetheless.
P.S. This hair cut was FREEEE


In other news, I'm a terribly inconsistent blogger.

My eyes have been tag-team twitching for a week.

Yesterday, 4 people asked me if I was dating anyone. four. people. Thank you so much for bringing my solitude back to my attention, I had almost pushed it to the very back of my mind. Wouldn't want that, now would we.

The guy (straight, I might add) who cut my hair was so...real. It was quite refreshing to talk with him.

I want to fall asleep in an elevator somewhere and see what people do... Social experiment. Oh yeah.

I didn't do a very good job this past week. I shall do better this week!

Can you tell that I just learned how to change the font size? I'm having so much fun with this.


Weeeeeeelllll... there was a time in my life when I had interesting things to say. Apparently it ended a while ago. Goodbye.