Finals Week....Dun..Dun..Dun!

     It's the most dreaded week of the semester. Finals week. The week where every student that hasn't done any homework or studying in the past semester decides it may finally be time to study (see what I did there? "final"ly? I'm so so clever). But by this time it's too late....if you haven't been studying and keeping up with your classes all semester, let me tell you, finals are not going to be good for you. I feel sorry for you actually, that's bad. Like really bad.
     Anyway, I've been looking at Pinterest a lot this past week trying to avoid the harsh, cold, dark, dim, damp, unpleasant, awful, sad, disgusting, horrifying, mortifying, unrelenting, and despicable reality that was ahead of me and I saw lots of pins about finals. Most of them were Ryan Gosling saying something like this, "Hey Girl, It's ok if you fail all your finals, I'll still love you."
     For some reason reading that just really calms your nerves, and suddenly, you find yourself not caring anymore if you do fail, because hey, Ryan freaking Gosling loves you. So basically you don't ever have to do any homework again. If you marry him, you'll be set for life! Too bad that's only a fantasy and let's be real, it's never going to happen to a girl like me. Sad day. :(
     But that's alright, I'll get over it. That's what ice cream and chocolate and peanut butter and oreos and cinnamon bears are for, right? Definitely right. I've eaten so much food this past week it's kind of ridiculous. I think I have a problem. Every time I get really stressed out, I want to eat. And when I want to eat, I don't stop when I'm full, I just keep on trucking. I put away food like its nobody's business. It's not good, but I saw a pin on Pinterest that calories don't count during finals week, so heck, I'm good!
     Well, I better stop blogging, I've got one more final that I need to work on...here goes nothing, wish me luck!

Oh here's that pin!

   
 

Scary Things Are Happening

I saw this on Pinterest and I became immediately inspired. Inspired to do what you might ask? Inspired to do something scary. Something ridiculously scary. So I started thinking to myself, what is the scariest thing that I can imagine doing? And then it hit me. Like a ton of bricks. It just slapped me in the face so hard core that it hurt for like 24 hours straight. And I'm not talking like, oh this hurts a little, an ibuprofen will help! I'm talking insane excruciating pain that is incessant and doesn't go away. Even with three doses of cough syrup. 

The task ahead of me was this: to hold a boys hand. Just grab onto it and not let go for at least 6 seconds. Now keep in mind that is not easily done. I had a lot ahead of me. First of all, I had to find a somewhat willing candidate. I mean, you can't just go out and grab a random guys hand, you have to find one who is showing a bit of interest. That was my first problem. Somehow finding a "willing" candidate was much more difficult than I had expected, so I had to go to plan b. Grabbing a random strangers hand. 

Is it just me or did this get a lot more scary? Grabbing a random guys hand and holding on to it for 6 seconds? Did I suddenly just become a little suicidal? I think yes. Why did I do this to myself? Oh frailty thy name is woman! (for those of you who aren't very literate, I just quoted Shakespeare...you know, the really cool poet).

So here was my new and improved plan: my roommate and I were going to go ice skating, and there I would find my target. I was going to find the most attractive man who wasn't there with a date, and just pounce. Yeah that's right, I was going to be all sorts of brave. This was happening. For real. Straight up. 

We entered the skating rink and let me tell you, there was a plethora of ridiculously good looking men. The only problem was that they all had dates already...awko taco. But I couldn't let that stop me. I was doing something scary. So I scoped out the men and found one that looked the least intimidating. His name was John. He was about 5' 8". Super tan. Wearing a black striped shirt. With a gold chain necklace. Oh yeah. This was definitely the one.

After skating around for a while trying to get my courage up, I decided it was time. This was it. Here I go. I skated up to him. I looked at him. Linked my arm with his. And we spun. We spun around hardcore. It was a little weird. Like, he almost fell over and I was like, why in the world are we spinning around? Turns out I was going a little fast when I grabbed his arm so my momentum sent us into a lil bit of a spin. Good times. 

We talked for a while after I let go of him. I tried to hurry and skate away to avoid awkward conversation, but lets' be real. I'm not very good at ice skating. I'm like toddler status. So in my attempt to hurry and skate away, I ended up going at a snail pace. Needless to say, he caught up to me in a real hurry and just started asking questions. Our convo went a little something like this:

"What's your name?" 

"Anna"

"Cool. Where do you go to school? BYU?"

"Nah, UVU."

"Oh. Are you Mormon?"

"Uh..heck yeah!"

"Nice."

"Well, bye!"

And then I took shelter behind my roommate and her friends. Mission accomplished. My life was basically complete. I held a completely random strangers hand (well technically we linked arms but lets just let bygones be bygones). Dang! Look at me go, being all brave and junk. I was proud of myself. Totes proud. I followed Eleanor Roosevelt's advice. I did something that scared me. Did it pay off? I'll leave that for you to decide.

When we were leaving, I took my skates off and put my regular shoes back on. And then I was just innocently sitting there, looking at my phone. (This is where it gets good). So I was sitting there all peaceful like, when I heard a voice behind me. The voice asked if they could steal my phone so naturally I said "of course!" and put my phone in the hand that appeared in front of my face. I didn't even look up.

Then I realized something. I just handed my phone to some random person. What have I done? Oh my lanta! So finally I looked up....should've done that first. Don't know why I didn't. And guess who it was? It was the guy whose hand I held! Gah! He was putting his number in my phone. Was this really happening? 

Wow! Look at me go, getting a number! But then it got awkward. His thumbs were a little too big for my phone, so it took him like 3 minutes to put his name and number in there. So for those 3 minutes we were just awkwardly there together, not really saying anything to each other, not really acknowledging each others presence. Then he handed me back my phone and told me to text him sometime, and away he went. Most likely to never be seen again. But that is how I figured out what his name was. John Keyes. Well, thank you John Keyes, for helping me be brave. Maybe someday I'll see you again. But until then, I bid you adieu! 

Adorable Birdies! :)

I cannot believe that it is already December! It's crazy how fast time has flown since I came to college....geez I'm so old it's ridiculous. I'm basically a grandma now, that's how old I feel. Now I'm definitely not saying that all grandma's are old, you guys are so young and hip, I love it! Ok moving on...

I've been feeling super old lately, and I feel all dilapidated and junk, so I decided to do something to make me feel young again, and I found the perfect pin! My roommate and I found a pin showing us how to draw cute little birdies. It was fantastic. :) It took me back to the days when I was all young and spry, when I used to draw things all the time. And color lots of coloring books. Back when I didn't have to worry about paying for rent, and food, and tuition, and clothes, and food, and ice cream, and gas, and treats, and did I already say food? Yeah, I just have to pay for lots of things on my own now. It's not so good. But, drawing this birdy made me feel happy!

This 6-step program takes almost no effort. That was the greatest thing about it. I picked up a sharpie, drew a few lines, and the next thing I knew a beautiful bird appeared. If only the rest of the things in my life were that simple right now! Finals week is crazy. This week is crazy. I can’t wait for life to not be crazy! But I guess crazy is a fun way to live, it keeps you super hyper! Until you crash and it’s 10:49pm and you’re trying to blog about drawing a bird, and you attempt to take a cat nap on the dining room table chairs but that hurts your back, so you try to get up but you can’t so your roommate has to help you, and then you feel all sorts of embarrassed, and then you realize you still have to finish making your post, and then you get depressed, and then you ramble on. Yep. This is my life right now.

Anyway, back to the pin. It’s fantastic. Seriously, if I were a little kid and I wanted to draw a birdy all by myself, I would love these instructions. It is so easy and it made me feel like a straight up artist. That’s a good feeling. So if any of you have children that want to be able to draw a bird all on their own (you know when they’re in the stage where they don’t want any help doing things but they kind of do need help) this is perfect! Give them the instructions, and let them create to their hearts content!

I give this pin a 7.78… it’s pretty fantastic and I really think that little kids would love this. College students loved it. My roommate Natalie, says, “It’s a pretty bird”. There you have it folks. Words of wisdom from a college student. That was quite a profound statement there Natalie! Thanks for that.

Haha, ok well I’m going to call it a day. I think that my brain is fried from how much school, homework, and studying I’ve been doing. Not to mention the time I spent on Pinterest and Facebook…maybe one day I won’t waste so much time on those websites. I’ll let you know how that goes. Oh ps…I may or may not have broken one of our chairs today when I sat down. It was a sad day. But also ridiculously funny and made my whole day. I guess all that ice cream is not so good for me. Ok, I’m really done. I promise.

One more thing, my family has what is called goodbye disorder…we can’t say goodbye very well at all. It takes us like a half hour just to say goodbye and finally come to terms with the fact that we are going to be separated for who knows how long! So yeah, it makes family parties super great. I mean, we have to start saying goodbye to each other right after the party starts practically. Haha ok that might have been an exaggeration, bye everyone! 

Natalie's Birdy!

My Birdy!