Well, it's official. I am the only girl at BYU that doesn't want to get married in the next two years. It's been a good time walking around on campus and playing I-Spy. I-Spy a girl in 6 inch heels.... Check. I-Spy a girl pretending to laugh really loud and cute to get attention. Check. I-Spy a girl in the pre-med program so she can meet a doctor and marry him. Check.
Ain't nobody got time for that!
While girls are blogging beautiful pictures of the cookie recipes they mastered, I'm just over here burning down my kitchen. Literally. Who would have thought homemade refried beans would be such a hassle? First of all, they took me two and a half hours to make. And secondly, a small fire may or may not have started, taking out the counter top. It's fine, no one was seriously injured, just my ego and home-making skills.
I'm still learning new things about myself- I don't have time to find things out about new boys! Dating? No thanks, I'll just snuggle up in sweat pants and watch Mary Poppins. I went to bed at 8:15 a week ago- turns out you can't go to bed on an empty stomach.... I woke up sitting in front of the pantry with Brighton shaking me to wake up. Yes, it's true. I'm officially a crazy person. I blog to pass the time from studying, I eat frozen pizza rolls, and I wear colored skinny jeans. Who woulda ever thought? Utah may have changed a few things, but it won't be putting a ring on my finger anytime soon! I've got tests to fail, apartment complexes to burn down, and Hell to raise. Bring it on, Utah. I'm ready, and I've brought my A-game.
