So yea..

So I know I should be writing a "Yay I'm home, everything is the same, no one's changed" blog post but I just don't feel like it right now. Maybe later.

Instead I want to talk about something a little different from the usual update about the happenings in my life. Instead this is about the things not happening.

Ya know when you daydream and you conjure up awesome things that could happen to you in you normal course of your daily life? (Please don't say it's just me..) I probably do it way more then the normal person but my daydreams are just so much better then my reality sometimes. Because I make them up.

I daydream about everything. I'm not going to tell you any of the specifics but just once, it would be awesome if one of them actually happened. If just once, my life became as awesomely dramatic as the TV shows I watch. Not dramatic in a bad way but in a romantic or action-filled way. Yup. I said it. Romantic. Just like pretty much every other girl, I'm a sucker for that mushy stuff too. But I love action just as much as the next girl.

So anyways. That's all. I just want something wonderfully dramatic to happen in my life. Dramatic may not be the best word, but I'm assuming you know what I'm talking about. Theatrical maybe? Hollywood worthy? Something out of the movies. I think you get the picture.

I better be careful what I wish for though. I want to be something good dramatic, not bad.

Just clearing that up.

OK. Bye.

HOME.

Ok so it's like 3am and I can't sleep.

1. because it feels like 1am

2. because I am too excited that I'm home to sleep

3.  because I'M HOME!

Everything is wonderful. 

So here is the run down of the things I love about home:

Reuniting with my parents.

Reuniting with Shaunessy.

Reuniting with Herndon ward-ites.

Having Christmas decorations up.

Having my room exactly how I left it.

Seeing my dog. (even if he did run right past me to see Marcie first...)

Feeling at home. 

Looking through my yearbook.

Being so excited to see my friends again.

Going to DC (tomorrow I go!)

Lounging on my couch.

Having such a large room. All to myself!

Being reunited with Maggie (my Honda Civic)

Ahhh. Everything about home makes me so happy. 

Here's to the Girls.

Boys are good.  

Good at toying with hearts.

Good at leading on.

Good at playing games.

Just good.

So here's to the girls who get toyed with, lead on, and played. 

Here's to the girls who let their hearts be toyed with, 

only to be tossed aside for the next, new, shiny toy.

Here's to the girls who follow in the hopes of being lead into a relationship, 

but get lead right back where she was, alone.

Here's to the girls who play the games in hopes of winning, 

but never do.

Here's to the girls who work extra hard in the mornings to look pretty,

but never get noticed.

Here's to the girls who wait patiently for the right boy to come along,

but he's late, or never shows.

Here's to the girl who is trying so hard to get over him, 

but he wont let her.

Here's to the girls who fall hopelessly,

and aren't caught.

Here's to the girls who get right back up,

only to be dropped again.

Here's to the girls who have no hope at all, 

because their parents didn't give them any.

Here's to the girls who want to love someone else so badly,

they can't love themselves.

Here's to the girls just trying to get by.

Head up girls, 

boys turn into men. 

Well most of them anyway.

Disclaimer: Don't worry about me and this semi-sad blogpost. I was inspired by this other article I read about the "nice guys." This is not all based on my life. Just thought the girls needed some credit.

Let me take a minute to say...

I'm so ready to go home that thinking about it makes my stomach hurt.

I can't wait to see Shaunessy. That also makes my stomach hurt to think about.

I can't wait to see my other friends it makes me stomach hurt.

I am so sick of school that makes my stomach hurt.

I'm so sick to trying to study it makes my stomach hurt.

So I guess it's safe to say my stomach is in constant pain. 

Don't worry though, 4 more days and my stomach wont hurt anymore. 

My mouth will from smiling and laughing too much. 

Well not too much. 

An adequate amount. 

That's all. 

My minute is up.

I'm trying I really am..

I'm trying to study but all I can think about how much I want to go home. I keep thinking of all the things I want to do, the people I want to see, and it's all too much and I can't study while all that's on my mind. So in order to try to get it out of my mind so I can have room for important stuff like finals and what not I'm going to put it all down here in this blogpost.

Things to do when I go home:

• Go to DC.
• Have a crafternoon at the Neels.
• Go to the South Lakes v. Herndon Basketball game.
• Watch endless amounts of movies and TV shows.
• Have our 2nd annual Secret Santa with the girls.
• Go to Wing Night for old times sake. 
• Spend a lot of time with family. 
• Get presents for people.
• Go to Chipotle, Potbelly's, Panera, and Rio Grande a lot.
• Make yummy food I find on Pinterest
• Have a religious discussion with Griffin.
• Drive Maggie (my Honda Civic)
• Finish The Hunger Games
• Just live it up before school starts again. 

I'm sure there is more but I can't think of it all. My brain is kind of been on overload lately. It gives me a huge headache. It's kind of awful. But it makes it all better to know I'll return to lovely VA in 6 days. SIX. Those six days cannot go by fast enough. I mean honestly.

My Finals Strategy.

Here is my Finals Strategy:
1. Don't think about how much these tests actually count. Just don't think about it.

cause if I did think about it, I'd look like this!

2. Plan on passing every class. That way when I do pass, I'm satisfied. But if I exceed passing (say I get an A or something) I'm surprised and have a reason to celebrate just a little but harder.

3. Take frequent dance breaks. Yup. They are lovely. And embarrassing if anyone happens to walk by my window..

4. Candy. Eat lots and lots of candy.

my current candy of choice- cinnamon santas

5. Keep in mind that I go home in 10 days. TEN!

I love Sundays.

I just love Sundays. I love that I get to get dressed up, go to church, then go to family dinner. On Sundays I get to breathe. It's a break for pretty much everything. It's my day to recharge. And today was an especially wonderful Sunday. It was fast Sunday (meaning I was fasting, and people go and bear their testimonies during church) and I was so impressed with my ward. So many people went up and bore such strong, meaningful testimonies. It really helped to strengthen my own testimony. Here were some thoughts I was pretty much overwhelmed by this Sunday:

-The God of the entire universe is aware of me. Not only is He aware of me, but he loves me more then I can comprehend. I don't know how that works or how I deserve that but somehow it works and it astounds me.

-Christ suffered for me personally. I always thought that the Atonement was just one big moment of suffering for all the sins of the world. But while being here at BYU I've learned it was an individual suffering. There was a moment where Christ, the Redeemer of the world, the son of God, suffered for me. He was thinking of me as He suffered for my sins. Again I don't know how that works but somehow it does and it makes me want to live my life in a way that makes that moment as short as possible.

-The temple is a sacred, and amazing place. My teacher in relief society put it perfectly, she said, "everyday imperfect people go to a perfect place to help become perfected." I'm grateful for a place where I can go to escape the world and all it's troubles and find peace. I'm grateful for the things that go on in the temple that make it possible for me to be with my family forever.

Those were the big three. Anyways I just love Sundays and as I go to start the last two weeks of this semester I am renewed and recharged. I am newly determined to work my butt off to finish this semester strong and then get that worked off butt home.

I'm Healthy!

Can I just take a minute to talk about how happy I am to be as healthy as I am?

Thanks.

Lately I've noticed how far I've come from where I was after my whole knee fiasco.
I go for runs.
RUNS.
Meaning I put on my fancy sneakers, go outside, and RUN.

That may seem small and you may be asking yourself, "why on earth are you happy that you can run. I'd take any excuse I can get to not run."
But for me that's huge.
I don't mean to be dramatic I know there are plenty of things that could have been worse then tearing my ACL but it's my blog so I'm allowed to be a little dramatic.

Like most people I have a love/hate relationship with running.
But more often then not I love it.
The only part I hate is the before.
Which is so odd to me.
Wouldn't I not mind the before if I love every other part of it?
I'm just so lazy and so it's difficult to motivate myself to go.
But once I do I love it.
I love being in my own little world.
Out of all the many things in my life I can't control, when I run I control everything.
I control how fast I go, where I go, how long I go, what music I listen to, and what I think about.
I love the feeling afterwards.
I love hearing my iPod man, I call him Roberto, say "Nice work!" and "New record!"
(Don't ask why I call him Roberto..he doesn't even sound hispanic..)
I love feeling sore. It makes me feel accomplished.

Anyways.
I just love running and I'm happy to be healthy.
If you are healthy, don't take that for granted, use it.
Go running, walking, swimming, biking, anything!
Cause you never realize how good something is until it's gone.
So don't wait until it's gone.

That's all.
Oh, and,
Be happy.
:)