What?!!! You mean you haven't heard???

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jVDPGZaU5fw&feature=related

Watch this, it's worth it.

Ew. Take that off.

Now, being a jeans and t-shirt girl myself, I am not a nazi when it comes to fashion. But if you wear a scrunchie or blue eye shadow, i'm sorry but i'll probably judge you.

Top 10 Nasty Spring Trends

10. Flatforms.

9. 80's color blocking to the max

8. Really, really short hair (unless you are Halle Barry or AMAZING bone structure)

7. Genie pants? Harem pants? Whatever you call these extremely unattractive pants.

6. Feather extensions. Whenever I see someone wearing these I want to run up to them and pull it out.

5. Too much bronzer- don't fake it unless you bake it.

4. Blinding eyeshadows

3. Oversized hair bows

2. Monokinis. Unless you're a victoria's secret fashion model, these will not be flattering!

1. Wearing sunglasses inside. This was never, and will never, be cool.

Magic Suds

I'm not near as good of a blogger now that I'm married. It's mostly because we don't have internet at our apartment so I either have to be at the library or the laundromat to use my laptop.

Speaking of the laundromat.... that's where I happen to be right this very second.

Yes, I am going to spend the next four hours here on this beautiful Monday night, watching every piece of under clothing like a hawk. I just know that the second I leave, some overly anxious college housewife (with a "sassy"-but-really-nerdy apron on) is going to remove my not yet dried knickers the second I turn my back and set them anonymously on top of the dryer... for all other nerdy-apron clad housewives to stare at.

What?! My bleach isn't as cool as yours k? It's not polite to stare.

I cannot wait to have my own washers and dryers and a couch that isn't from D.I. and doesn't smell like smoke and 93 year-old cat ladies.

Don't tell my husband.

Sometimes I secretly wish I was pregnant so I could have a legitimate reason for gaining weight.

Imagine...

... that I am speaking with a super intense movie preview guy voice....

One Campus.... One library job position.... Thirty applicants.... ONE. GIRL'S. DREAM.

(now imagine way spooky intense orchestral music)

Opening in a theater near you on April 22, 2011

Honey...moon me.

There is so much nudity in marriage... I don't think I realized this before a week ago.

So the story goes like this.

I wake up to a text a 6:00 am in the morning on April 12. It's from my lover and it says, "Love you babe, can't wait to see you". Who could get cold feet after that?

Then we get married at the Salt Lake Temple at 11:00 am. The slight drizzle outside made my hair frizz up like a mo-fo. I didn't care though, because the whole time we were taking pictures my new husband was squeezing my hiney.

Then we do the reception. It was beautiful :) almost everyone we love the very, very most was there.

Then we do the Anniversary Inn. Our bed was in a tree. Elephants and waterfalls played a part that night. 'Nuff said.

Then we do Rexburg. No gas in our temporary apartment= no hot showers, heat, stove, oven, etc. We opened lots of presents, took back lots of presents and ogled at people's generosity.

Then we do Spokane. The reception at The Glover Mansion was incredibly fancy and gorgeous. Loved. It.

Then we do the davenport. The ginormous urban outfitters bag that I was lugging around that held my entire collection of lingerie (or linguini as my husband calls it) broke right in the middle of the lobby. Every bit of lace, strappy thingies and silk (and other unmentionables) I own was strewn about for the entire world to see.

Then we do Rexburg again. No gas still.

Then we do school today. No shower in 4 days= nast to the eeeee.

Suggestions?

So today I thought that Austin played a really good April Fool's Day joke on me when he told me that the apartment we signed the lease for isn't going to be available until about 3 weeks after we need to be moved in. SUCK.

Here are our options:

Option 1: March into the rental office (with copy of signed contract in hand) and demand financial compensation for the hotel we might have to stay in for three weeks.

Option 2: Bring up Austin's parents tent trailer and park it at Wal-mart. We could take showers at the gym and be 115% white-trash.

Option 3: Find another apartment that isn't going to cost us both arms and legs to live in for the next 4 months.

Option 4 (proposed by my parents): Find another newly wed couple and ask if we can sleep on their couch. This so would not work for about a million different reasons that I bet you could guess.

There ya have it! We will most likely be pitching a tent in somebody's back yard. Or we will be making a sign that says "If the car's a-rockin' don't come a-knockin'" to put on our trailer.

We're so classy.

I invented a new game.

It's called the make-eye-contact-with-someone-and-then-not-look-away-until-they-feel-so-awkward-they-turn-and-walk-the-other-way game.

I played it on accident today. I was talking on the phone thinking about something completely different but I guess I was hard-core staring down this dude. I broke my concentration just long enough to realize that he had an awkward look on his face and was getting up to move to a different chair out of my line of sight.

I was so amused by this, that I played the game (on purpose) three other times today. People don't like you looking at them it turns out...

Shoot.

"Angry people are not always wise."

I don't know who said that, but they were right. Just ask that stupid tow man I yelled at for 20 minutes this morning.

BCP=PMS

I think I've cried enough this week to last me the rest of the year.

My life is great. Actually it's more than that. It's almost perfect.

But that doesn't mean I don't cry about whether or not we'll have enough money to pay for tuition and food next semester without donating plasma twice a week.

That doesn't mean I don't cry every time I think about my BRCA lab results coming back tomorrow.

That doesn't mean I don't cry when people I love make the wrong decisions.

That doesn't mean I don't cry when I think about my stupid birth control pills making me gain weight right before my wedding.

And that doesn't mean I don't cry when I have finals coming up in a week, I haven't even started on my DIY projects for my wedding and I can't remember where I put my keys.

I'm blaming it on the extra dose of hormones I pop every morning. Screw you Junel.

Being a Grown-up is Overrated.

That's all. That's all I wanted to say.

Floggers.

1. If you started a blog just because you thought you could get rich like nienie... except that you never got in a near- fatal plane crash...

2. If you started a blog just because this one girl you know started one and it was really funny and you want to make people laugh too...

3. If you started a blog because of peer pressure brought on by in-laws...

4. If you started a blog just to have something to talk to your neighbor about in relief society...

5. If you started a blog to vent all of your negative comments out and get attention out of pity...

6. If you started a blog just to keep up with the Jones'...

7. If you started a blog just to steal Betty Sue's super cute home decor ideas...

8. If you started a blog just because you have no friends, no husband and nothing to do on Friday and Saturday nights...

9. If you started a blog just because you wanted to feel cool when you copied and pasted the url of your very own, free website into your facebook info...

10. If you started a blog to post all of the inappropriate things you think of but are too afraid to actually say them out loud....

...then you are a flogger. A fake blogger.

No worries though. I started my blog for at least 5 of these reasons. And I embrace it.

Kids!

I'm sure you already know this because I've talked about it before, but my major is Early Childhood/Special Education and I ADORE it. I love all my classes. I even love all my homework.

Here's Why:

1. In my practicum classes I am teaching 1st and 3rd graders. My first graders get their "b's" and their "d's". One student wrote "I love to ride my dike" about 20 times all over his paper.

2. My third graders are discovering that girls and boys have different plumbing. I got to witness an intense conversation about why girls can't pee standing up while I was on recess duty. I pretended not to listen so that they would keep talking.

3. 3 of my first graders stripped their shirts off during one of my lessons. Later I had to give them a talk on the difference between modesty and nudity. I also had to explain myself to the professor that was auditing me during that lesson. I was in tears that day. Now I can laugh about it.

4. My students call me Miss. Mattinson. They have no clue that I am 19 and don't know the first thing about taxes.

5. Every student worships me if I wear their favorite color and bring them Fun Dip for every holiday.

(I'm pretty sure candy is the secret to all parenting)

Please, for the love.

Look up and laugh at this website:

http://lesbianswholooklikejustinbieber.tumblr.com/

Unless you don't think it's funny that lesbians are proud of looking like a 13 year-old boy.

This is a story about being engaged.

This is a song Austin and I wrote about the woes of being engaged

You finally found someone to love

Your sure that they were sent from above

Your finger finally sparkles bright

And You've got a temple date in sight

Your sittin' up on cloud nine

Then things start running through your mind

Chorus

Just 36 more days

Till we can get away

Hope it goes real fast

Cause I aint gonna last

Ive been waiting 22 long years

Then you came and laid down my fears

Your my little croissant

The only one I want

Saying goodnight is the worst its true

Please one more kiss baby I love you

Chorus

Everybody warns how bad its gonna be

But you're so blinded by love you cant clearly see

I'm tired of going to bed alone

All I want is my husband and a home

Time really needs to speed up

Cause I cant get enough

Chorus

Your hormones are ragin'

But boy you've got to cage em'

Testosterone up the wall

When you hear your woman call

Got to get your girl to the temple

And do it quick cause man your going mental

Chorus

We're glad we listened to what mama said

Cause 3 more months and we'd be dead

We cant wait to tie the knot

Cause things are getting heavy and hot

The moral of the story is don't wait to long

Or you'll be the sad soul singin' this song!

Chorus

That pretty much sums it up

Flashback!

Remember when Austin and I spent 11 days away from each other over winter break and I might have sort of, kind of, maybe just a teensy bit felt like the world was going to end because I wasn't going to be with him?

...Well, that's how I felt. And I wrote a blog about it. At that point though, we hadn't told each other that we loved each other (that came on New Years Day) and I felt a little awkward posting this blog I wrote on day 10 of that 11 days. I just didn't know if he was on the same page as I was.

Now I don't feel lame though because I know that he loves me just as much as I love him. So here's the post:

1. I miss taking study breaks in the library and sneaking up to the 3rd floor stairway.

2. I miss those dimples. They get me every time!

3. I miss being randomly massaged and whispered to.

4. I miss having the doors opened for me everywhere we go.

5. I miss having someone to talk my ear off when I run 16 miles.

6. I miss him telling me I'm a hot little unit... even when I haven't showered in 3 days.

7. I miss making his arm fall asleep when we snuggle.

8. I miss his ridiculous clothes. I could find him like a needle in a haystack ha I love that.

9. I miss him looking at me waiting for me to be the one to say 'that's what she said' so he can laugh about it too.

10. I miss being constantly checked out.

My boyfriend rocks. Someday I bet we'll get married.

The. End.

Isn't it cool?! I knew it was coming the whole time. In fact, I've known it was coming since June. Promptings rock my shoes off.

Ready. Set. Plan!

Dress- Lace, 3/4 sleeved, looser mermaid style, ivory

Tuxedos- Khaki (yes, I am aware it rhymes with tacky). We just found the ONLY place that rents them out in the entire state of Utah.

Flowers- pale pink peonies and teal hydrangeas? Subject to change...

Centerpieces- Austin requested there be fish swimming around in the vases... um ya. Since this is pretty much his only request, i've got to make it happen.

Colors- Peach, coral, salmon, dusty rose with tiny, tiny bits of teal-ish blue

Decorations- Japanese lanterns, tissue paper pom poms, huge black and white pictures tinted with photo paint hung with fishing line

Food- Eh still working on that one...

Temple dress- Perfect. I got it on Monday and I've tried it on about six times already.

Invitations- simple, elegant and very pretty

Engagement pictures- This weekend!

Cake- Simple, 3 tiers with ribbon and fresh flower accents. Austin chose chocolate cake and white frosting.

Austin's ring- ordering it this week! Sterling silver with lapis inlays... size 11.5

Hair- long, long curls with textured, side-swept bangs

Make-up- dramatic eyelashes with 5 coats of mascara, simple shadow and line and apple colored blush

Anything else I'm forgetting?

Probably. That's what March is for.

Apology

Sorry blog readers. I have this thing called life. It gets in the way sometimes. My posts will be a little more sporadic until the end of this semester from H-E double hockey sticks.

Destination: Spokaloo.

I've done an airplane blog before but I've never done an airport blog... But we're currently waiting for our 1 hour delay so I think I'll take the time to vent my thoughts.

I'll just start by saying that the Spokane airport is a whole different experience than the Salt Lake City one.

For example, this is what you would see at SLC:

- Blonde housewives with their matching juicy sweatsuits and breast implants

- Old grandma business ladies with way too much lipstick on their teeth and their dress pants pulled up so high that the seam disappears into their butt crack

- Families of 10 with identical luggage

- Teenage, metal mouth girls dressed in mini skirts (with leggings underneath to make it modest) on their way to Justin Bieber concerts

-Way too much Twilight and DaVinci Code memorabilia

- At least 18 families standing with signs saying really cheesy stuff like "until we meet again" or "return with honor"

- Lots of dirty looks for carrying around a giant pink Victoria's Secret bag

Spokane:

- Really old, really rich folks who tipped back one too many scotches on the flight who are headed to Coeur D'Alene

- At least 3 people from your high school graduating class

Eh... yep. That's all.

This is what our delay is looking like :

Ring Post

Eventually I'll have a video on here that tells everybody that reads my blog the story of how we fell in love and how he proposed. I'm just currently really preoccupied.

So I'll skip to the good part :)

A solid ionic piezoelectric substance

So one day I said to myself, "Austin that finger looks way too naked." So I went out and bought a big ol' rock and waited for the perfect opportunity to give it to her. While I waited I would put it on the end of my pinky and imagine what it would look like on my smoking hot babe, turns out it looks a lot better on her finger than it did on mine.

I want to be the old man with the sweet ring

Thats what i'm talking about

Joke.

It's V-day! You know what that means don't you?!

You guessed it. Love.....liness.

This year is the very first year that I have had a valentine. Regardless, February 14th has been one of my favorite days of the year since I can remember (next to October 31st). I've never been a hater.

One of my roommates came into the kitchen saying that she had a super sweet date with "Gym" tonight.

I asked her if he was cute.

She said, "Yes, and he's got big equipment too."

This is why she is my favorite roommate.

Keeper.

He lets me pick his scabs.

I let him pick my nose.

I'd say we were in love.

Plus he brings me an orchid, a pineapple and leaves a love note in my mailbox.

"Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

My woman is so hot,

And I'm crazy about her too"

Boo. Yah.

Blues.

Running a marathon is very anti-climatic.

Don't get me wrong, it was one of the best things I've ever done in my life and I'm so glad I did it.

But now every time the temperature drops below 20 degrees (which is everyday here in Idaho), my knees ache and it feels like my arches are going to collapse when I go up stairs wrong. I may as well be an 80 year-old grandma.

On top of that, I 97.634% positive I am experiencing runner's depression. Basically it happens after you run a big race... and then you have no desire whatsoever to work out, let alone run, again in your life.

Help!

Should I sign up for another marathon?

Should I suck it up and continue doing p90x 3 days a week like I have been?

Should I invest in liposuction?

Please let me know what you think. I'm on the verge of growing a muffin top.

Torture.

Water boarding? No problem.

Sleep deprivation? I've been practicing for years.

Disfigurement? Ok... maybe not that one.... ew.

But! I have found a torture technique that I promise will work magic on anyone who uses it correctly (preferably on a female).

Step One- Find boy who will tell you you're smokin' hot even when your dripping sweat and who will randomly leave you love notes in your mailbox.

Step Two- Fall so in love with boy that you start talking about marriage and 401Ks with.

Step Three- Give boy the job of picking out your ring by February 18th.

Step Four (this one is the kicker)- Have boy buy the ring three weeks ahead of time and insist on showing every single person (and their dog!) the picture of it on his phone while laughing at you when you ask for even a teensy, teensy hint of what it looks like.

Step Five- Have boy remind you a million and a half times that you won't get the ring for another 2 weeks.

Torture I tell you! Torture!!!!!!!

Ha! and you thought I went to a mormon school.

Let's give three cheers for Awkward and Awesome thursday!

Hurray!

Hurray!

Hurray!

.....I have a feeling I was definitely saying that solo....

Awkward:

-Having to rush to grab a tissue as soon as I come in from the cold to prevent Niagra Falls from coming out of my nose.

-Seeing everybody change religions and nationalities overnight. Scarves wrap around heads and faces imitating Muslims and those HUGE furry Russian hat deals have been spotted a dime a dozen all over campus.

- Having a stranger sit down and try to hit on me while I'm planning for a wedding.

- Explaining to my teacher that I was late for class because I spilled water all down the front of me and I had spent the last 15 minutes in the bathroom pointing the hand dryer at my crotch.

- Shouting an inside joke across the street to someone I thought I knew.

- Making eye contact between the cracks in the stalls with someone putting in a tampon.

- Online shopping for nude flats in a public place where everybody can see your laptop screen.

Awesome:

- Multi-tasking at it's finest.

- My Steve Madden sparkly flats getting three compliments today.

- Talking on the phone to my family... and my new family :)

- Having a skinny day where all your clothes look so good on you, you don't even have to do your hair or your make-up.

- Having no new zits!

- Knowing that my roommates all have class at the same time so there isn't anybody to interrupt my dancing- in- my- underwear- cooking- breakfast routine.

Oh my oh my oh my oh my.

I have a secret. It's a big fat one too.

I lost 3 hours of sleep over it last night. 3 Big fat hours.

P.S. I know someone who is trying to plan a wedding... any creative ideas for receptions/invitations/cakes/flowers/etc/etc/etc???

Gratitude

This one time I got in a fight with my mom when I was 9 or so years old.

As punishment, she had me write 100 things I was grateful for in my journal.

Guess who wasn't on my list....

My oh my, how things have changed. I could easily sit down now and write 100 reasons why I am grateful for my momma alone!

Through this simple punishment, she had the opportunity to teach me one of her most valuable lessons: Actively recognize the tender mercies you receive from the Lord daily and WRITE THEM DOWN!!!

Heavenly Father isn't giving you those experiences just for yourself, you know ;)

I double dog dare you to keep a gratitude journal every day for a month.

Just do it... Nike style.

Taboo

So if you're reading this and you tend to blush easily...maybe you should stop.

I feel that in the Mormon culture especially, there are a million and a half taboo topics that everyone sweeps under the carpet in order to pretend like we all like making funeral potatoes and relief society center pieces and nothing else really matters.

Such topics include:

1. Why blacks couldn't have the priesthood for so long

2. If we have more than one heavenly mother

3. Homosexuality

I do not like sweeping.

Therefore, lets talk about sex.

Yep, I said it. Sex.

Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Are you getting uncomfortable yet?

Good :) neither am I.

Today I was standing in line at the bookstore to buy post-it notes. I turned around and it just so happened that the girl that was standing behind me was my old roommate's sister. I never got to know her super well last winter but I still tried to make small talk because I could tell she remembered me too. I noticed she was sporting a big fat rock on her finger so I said something about it. Turns out, she's been married for 6 months but only gets to see her husband once a month for a few days at a time because of his job.

(In my head I was thinking "Well that sucks, sex is finally legal but now you can't even have it!")

She must have read my thoughts because right after that she exuberantly informed me that I didn't have to worry.... because apparently they sext.

That's right. SEXT.

Like have sex. Only through texting. Sexting.

Just a thought: What if you replied to the wrong person on accident while sexting? Try explaining that to the girl in your class who only wanted to see when you could meet up for a group project.

Another thought: One word: blackmail.

To shave, or not to shave.

That is the question.

Rising from the Grave

Here's the dealio.

I have nothing to do in Rexburg.

It turns out that once you have a boyfriend, all desire to be social vanishes into thin air.

*poof*

So now I spend my friday nights reading The Hunger Games (totally amazing and addicting by the way), painting my finger nails and reading quotes from Stephen Colbert.

Don't google him unless you want to be mildly offended.

There are the kinds of things he says:

"Since seniors can't read this, I can say whatever I want about them. They look like lizards."

"The biggest threat facing America today- next to socialized medicine, the Dyson vacuum cleaner, and the recumbent bicycle- is gay marriage. "

"Marriage is like the death penalty: One outcome, so many different ways of carrying it out."

"Ever have a nagging suspicion you're poor? I know my staff does."

A Testimony of Timing

Who's in the mood for a sappy love story?

Good. I thought so.

*names have been changed to protect the innocent

Once upon a time there was a princess named Eliza. It was her junior year of college and she felt like her life was growing a bit stale. She hadn't dated much since her best friend missionary boy had left 16 months prior to September. She had made goals for herself and had tried to pick up new hobbies to fill her time. Eliza learned to play the guitar (still a work in progress) and she also decided to train for a marathon. School had always been important to her and she continued to work hard at that as well. Still, she felt as though she was still waiting and being prepared for something (or someone) to happen.

There was also a prince named Jethro who was going to the same school as Eliza. They didn't know each other but eventually found out they had a few friends in common. Jethro was studying hard in school and taking tons (and tons and tons) of girls on dates. Despite his valiant efforts, none of the girls he was meeting were making the cut. As the semester went on, Jethro was becoming more and more discouraged with the opposite sex.

One late night in November, Eliza was walking home from the library where she had just spent the majority of the day studying for her child development class. She decided to cut through the gyms to get to the other side of campus in order to avoid the frigid weather that awaited her. There were several recreational basketball games going on and Eliza couldn't help but sneak a peak at who was playing. Turns out, her good friend Lance and his roommates happened to be slaughtering a fellow team on the court closest to the door Eliza walked into.

Eliza recognized most of Lance's team and talked to each of them as they took their turn out of the game. Jethro was one of the roommates Eliza recognized from a pick-up basketball game they had played together at the park earlier in the semester. They talked a bit but split their separate ways after the game was over. A week or so later, Lance asked Eliza if she would ever go on a date with Jethro. She responded by saying that of course she would, but he would have to come get her number himself.

The following Sunday, Jethro some-what resistantly meandered over to Eliza's apartment to get her number. In a horribly awkward sequence, he managed to retrieve her digits with a promise that he would eventually call her to take her out. Eliza would later find out that she would be his last ditch effort when it came to dating. If Jethro didn't get a second date out of his encounter with Eliza, he would be giving up on the whole process indefinitely.

They ended up playing phone tag a bit the next day but eventually, Jethro asked Eliza on a date for the Wednesday before Thanksgiving break. He didn't tell her what they would be doing. Instead, he directed her to bring her "architectual skills and creative skills" along. Eliza had her doubts about Jethro, but she had to admit, she was extremely intrigued and excited for their date.

Wednesday night arrived and Eliza barely remembered she had a date that evening. She had been studying hard that day and wasn't looking forward to having to pull out the first date script and having to pretend that all of her date's jokes were funny. Her suspicions about Jethro were added to when she answered the door. Eliza chuckled to herself when she looked up and down at her date and determined that he was definitely the "socks with sandals type".

Jethro decided to take Eliza to a comedy club show. They laughed the whole time and Eliza was beginning to eat her earlier thoughts and words. Turns out, her date wasn't at all what she had suspected and to her surprise, she was actually having a great time. Jethro scored lots of brownie points for the next part of the date. He informed Eliza that they would next be making sailboats to float down the creek out of bars of soap. He also told her that their team name would be The Pirates and he had costumes waiting for them back at his apartment.

Eliza and Jethro slipped on their eye patches, their hats with skulls and crossbones and put fake gold coins for booty into their pockets. They hollowed out the center of the bar of soap to make it float and made a flag with toothpicks and a piece of paper towel to stick into the middle of it. They were competing with two other couples to see whose boat would sail the fastest in the water. Eliza, Jethro and the other couples drove down to the river to administer the competition.

Naturally, the boat Eliza and Jethro made turned into a submarine and was too fast for anybody to catch. It was determined by everybody that their boat had won the race. They all went back to Jethro's apartment to get warm after sailing the ships. In the car, Eliza was informed by his friend that Jethro was very talented and could play the guitar, the piano and the ukelele. She demanded that he give her a private concert as soon as they got back.

Jethro made her a deal. He would play her a song, but only if Eliza played him one also. She reluctantly agreed. He proceeded to play her a blues song and it was written all over her face that she was impressed. It was Eliza's turn next. It took her a good twenty minutes to build up her confidence, but she eventually plucked out a verse or two of a simple song before she forgot the rest of the lyrics.

Jethro and Eliza's chemistry was really obvious and both were teased about how well their first date was going. However, it was nearing the end of the night and Eliza needed to go home to finish homework. They ended the date with an awkward, airy hug and quick quip about hanging out together over the break since they would both be in town.

Eliza walked into her apartment with a tiny smile on her face and she knew in that moment that she was in trouble.

Long story short, Eliza's amazing boyfriend surprised her when he showed up on her doorstep this weekend. They are very much in love. And they're playing for keeps.

Here Comes the Sun...doo doo doo doo

I haven't made any lists lately. I'm falling behind on my quota!

10 Reasons Why This Semester Could Totally Suck

10. We're not doing apartment dinners anymore so pretty much all I've eaten is frosted flakes and blueberry bagels.

9. I missed the first day of school so I already feel loads behind. The bookstore didn't have one of the textbooks I need to get either. I need it for an assignment due Monday.

8. All of my classes are extremely time consuming. Even my Old Testament class requires a minimum of 4 hours outside of class for studying and preparation.

7. My computer had it's memory temporarily erased. No pictures. No itunes. No old assignments that I could possible recycle and reuse for future assignments.

6. Julianne and Kileigh are both off-track which means there will be less laughing, less crying and less people to always be there for me.

5. My sister is super sick all the time and could really use a big sister to take care of her. I won't see her until February though.

4. It's wintertime in Rexburg. Do you like -20 degree mornings? I don't. Especially when I have to train for a marathon in them.

3. I've been in my ward so long, I don't have much of a desire to get out there and be social anymore... I know everybody. Everybody knows me.

2. I have ZERO money. I decided to get on fast-track (which means I'll be going to school every semester instead of just 2 out of the 3). There are no jobs in the 'Burg.

1. I am here. My super hot, adorable boyfriend is in Utah. I don't like it.

10 Reasons Why This Semester Could Totally Rock

10. My marathon is in 8 days!!!! I'm so excited! It would be way cool if I didn't die trying to finish it.

9. I am starting P90X the week after my marathon. I'm pretty much going to be on the L.G. N. diet for the next 6 months. I'll take before and after pictures.

8. I'm going home in February for a few days! And i'm bringing my super hot, adorable boyfriend with me!

7. My new roommate seems super sweet and she's an RM. I bet I can learn a lot from her.

6. I have a feeling my calling is going to be a fun one. Like a compassionate service leader or a birthday specialist.

5. 4 of my old roommates stayed with me and I love them all! They always have smiles on their faces and there is hardly any drama.

4. Utah and Rexburg are only 4 hours apart. I'll get to see my sweetie at least a couple weekends a month and it'll give me something to look forward to.

3. Having no social life will really help me to focus on school and achieve all of my spiritual goals.

2. I might just have time to play rec sports!

1. It's going to rock because I am going to CHOOSE to make it awesome.

Also, you should know that Paul McCartney just struck a deal and The Beatles are now on itunes. Thus the title of this post.

This is why I don't listen to the radio.

My ipod died on the way to Rexburg from Utah.

I'd catch a grenade for ya

Throw my hand on a blade for ya

I'd jump in front of a train for ya

You know I'd do anything for ya

I would go through all this pain,

Take a bullet straight through my brain

Yes, I would die for ya

But you won't do the same

Wow, Bruno. Dramatic and overly graphic much?