why does everyone want me to be single and fat....?

and other completely valid Valentine's questions. Let me begin by explaining something that I feel really needs to be said: I'm not one of those sad, wallowing, 'why will nobody love me' kinds of girls. Full disclosure, I'm a little anti-relationship. But really how does candy fix anything? "Oh, I'm so sorry that you have no boy to dote upon you, have some sugar." Seriously? This is the real problem with Valentine's Day -- we have perpetuated this myth that anyone has anything to wallow over if they're alone on one single day. It's a lie. Life is hard, move on. Listen to this cutie, he knows his stuff:
Next question: isn't the whole point of this thing that you loved your significant other just as much yesterday and you will love them just as much tomorrow? So why does everyone need to do something out of the ordinary? If you love somebody, fine, more power to you, but please, for the love of the Dalai Lama, be consistent. If you love someone so much you want to buy them flowers do it everyday or every week or whenever you feel like it. I guess I feel bad for everyone who receives such canned love on the one day of the year, who really wants that?

one giant step too far

Guys, I'm all about New Year's resolutions. And nothing makes me happier than to see people doing the thing that is apparently impossible for me -- following through. But for realsies, I was driving home tonight and I saw a jogger. This is not a strange apparition, especially not on Provo's Upper East Side, but then I realized something. It was 11:37 and according to my parent's Chevrolet, the outdoor air temperature was a nice balmy 4 degrees. Sweetheart, you need to go home, find some fluffy socks, and get in bed.

am i a crazy cat lady?

You might be surprised how often I ask myself that. Scratch that. That shouldn't be surprising. Still, the signs are all there. I mean, I am wearing the same outfit I had on yesterday. I've left my house exactly once this year. I've already finished four books and watched three movies--this year. As I write this, I'm sitting on my couch wrapped in like seven blankets. Plus, I have my cat on my lap. What's scariest about my fear that I am indeed a crazy cat lady is not really how anti-social I've become. It's how little I care. Happy winter everyone!

just see how far we've come

Almost two and a half years ago, I wrote one of my first posts about the magic of Les Mis in London. I'm happy to say that now, the dream lives on. I saw the movie with my family while we were all together for Christmas, and I loved it every bit as much as I loved the musical. In fact, I was reminded why I fell in love with the story, with the music, with the characters, with the Revolution, and of course, with Enjolras. Just go watch it. If you don't like it, I won't consider us friends anymore. It's really that simple. Go see the movie. Granted, I spent a solid ten minutes debating whether I could trust Tripp van der Bilt. Good news, I got over it. You should have no more reservations. Go see the movie. I always get sentimental. I thought about adding "at the end of the year" to that sentence, but if we're being frank, I always get sentimental. It was a year full of firsts and lasts for me. Full of some tremendous wins and some disappointments. It was a year of celebration as my big sister got married, I finally got out of high school, and got to travel to Baltimore, Washington and Vegas with ProStart; and to Greece, Germany, France, and England with my dad. I listened to some good music, and some crappy. I watched plenty of TV and movies, and read many a book worth reading. I got new glasses, finished American Heritage *finally*, and found a new home in the dorms. I was a little disappointed that the world didn't end this December, because I now need to figure out what to do with my life. But mostly I just loved every moment with friends, families, and strangers. I really do love this world. Here's hoping 2013 brings love, happiness, adventure and great food to all.

all grown up

When you go to college you bed becomes your favorite place. This is not funny, or clever, it is true. The only place in the world I like more than my bed is my roommate's bed. I don't know what it is about beds, maybe I'm just tired, that seems like the obvious answer, but I think it is something deeper than that. For Eliza and I, it's definitely a bonus that our beds are the only warm place in our room. For whatever reason, our room regularly reaches arctic temperatures--regularly. We have since seen the need for a rule against turning the air-conditioning on. Also, getting in bed means you're done studying for the day. I have never had so much assigned reading in my life. It is absolutely out of control. Literally, it makes me want to cry. Still, I'm trying to make the most of it, and I'm being careful to stay on top of work... so even though I'm failing to do everything as early as I may want, I feel grown-up and mature. Plus beds are awesome because I'm kind of homesick sometimes, and my bed reminds me enough of home (if my eyes are closed) that it can make me feel better about having to grow up and not be in high school. As Hilary said, "you know how homeless people love their shopping carts or cardboard boxes because it's all they have? that's how I feel about my bed"

down four

Well, they're out. All four of them. And if I do say so myself, I'm handling it like a champ. I got my wisdom teeth out if you aren't following this. I am so grateful for my tremendous friends who I love; bringing me ice cream and chatting on my bed when there are a thousand better places to be. And even if I am exhausted, and I do hate going to work this exhaustedly, I feel like I made too big a deal of these gnarly teeth, they're gone, and now I'm fine, just tired. I guess that's how boring my life is right now, but you know what? I'm still loving every minute of it.

all hail the conquering hero

Today I worked a twelve hour shift. And oh my word am I tired. But did I ever conquer that shift! I am so grateful to have learned about hard work in my life, I can't imagine growing up like some people--where laziness is an option. Even though I've complained about it, I am eternally glad for my parents and their pushing me to do my best. I guess what I'm saying is, for the first time, I feel confident and competent for the future and for college, because hard work is all you really need.