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quicky late-night update

The end of the semester is nearing. In fact, its really near...and you know what that means. 

Finals. 

Ugh. Studying is not one of my greater talents. I don't have a good enough attention span to do anything that feels like worth-while, productive studying and I'm so sick of writing paper after paper. I need to work on developing a better attitude towards school, eh? {especially finals/tests}

view from my studying spot at the uvu library

This definitely won't be a semester I'll miss. I try to have a positive attitude towards all aspects of my life, but I'll just cut to the chase, I very strongly disliked this semester. I won't miss it, not even the smallest bit. Hopefully next semester is better, but I'm not sure if it will be, its a jam-packed semester full of classes that sound pretty difficult and are most likely full of homework... 

What a shame. 

Especially since my social life has been quite fantastic, lately! No like, really. Guess what? I've been dating a super sweet, cutie-boy who makes me wonder what I saw in the past guys I've dated. Yep, he's that good.

Other than school and that handsome guy ^^ there isn't much else to say except that life is good! Remember a while ago when I was always bummy and no fun and I always talked about that light at the end of the tunnel I was working towards?

Well...

I've reached the light finally :) Everything is good, again. I'm a super blessed, lucky little lady. I always have been, actually, I'm just finally starting to see it, again.

And there you have it. The last few weeks of worth-while stuff in my life in a little blog nutshell. 

Every Time

When I'm with you, I am happy. I like to be by your side.

 Every time I have the chance to speak to you, I wonder if you see the butterflies as they fly.

 There's something 'bout your magical eyes, your crooked smile and your strong arms. 

Your will to serve, your friendly voice, your listening ear, your genuine concern for who I am, my well being. 

I'm someone special in your presence, every time I'm there.

Your arms are where I find myself wishing I were.

Every day I long for the deep, beautiful conversations we lose ourselves in, each time we have one another.

You make me smile.

The passenger seat of your car...

Its too easy to recall how it feels sitting there watching you, so confident, handsome and nonchalant. 

I feel my heart wish for those bright lights.

I hear my breath as it leaves me because you, who you are, takes my breath away every time.

You make my heart beat out of control.

You make my smile emerge, no hope of concealing it.

Your touch makes me spin.

Your hugs make me believe in this shining moment.

Your voice gives me chills.

Your eyes melt my soul.

You, you make me fall more and more each day...

Every time.

Dates&Boys

Ohhh, dates (:

I like 'em. 

I like boys.

I like when boys take me on dates.

The good ones are fabulous...and the bad ones turn into good stories. Therefore, I'm thankful for them all!

I've been on a few dates recently that have been extra good - that is what inspired this post. 

I'm grateful that there are still some good guys out there who will call you and ask you on a date. I'm thankful for the boys who come pick you up at your door rather than honk or text you and tell you they're in your driveway. I'm thankful for guys who open doors for girls. I'm thankful for the guys who have tremendous manners. I'm thankful for the guys that somehow make me feel so incredibly special and important throughout our whole date. I'm thankful for the guys who walk a girl to the door and give her a hug/kiss/whatever it may be, even if the thought of it is awkward.

I am very, very thankful for good dates, but I just discovered I am even more thankful for good, good guys (: 

Quality Entertainment & Hotties

There have been nooooo good movies, lately. Until recently. Two of my new favorite movies came out. What are these movies? 

FOOTLOOSE

&

THE THREE MUSKETEERS

Best movies in a long, long while, folks. If my opinion matters even the tiniest bit to you, I'd suggest you go see them as soon as you can. 

As an added bonus, you'll get to look at these hottie-mc-hott-hott men! (: Yum.

Logan Lerman

Kenny Wormald

Orlando Bloom...still love him with all my heart

spooky

I can't sleep tonight. Again. [shock.] So how about another post? 

I went on a date tonight. A very fun date! My date, Trevor, and I doubled with my best friend Dani and her boyfriend, Dallin. For this date, we went to Thanksgiving Points little Halloween fest, called, Cornbelly's. 

don't let this happy corn-man fool you...its scary there.

This place wasn't messing around. They had something there for everyone. We'd initially gone thinking there was just one haunted corn maze you go through. Turns out there was much, much more. Normal corn mazes, a haunted one, haunted "creatures" you walk through, a clown house and some more, but I won't bore you with the details.

We were brave people and took on the scary ones. I think its safe to say we were very, very scared. Or Dani and I were, at least. Very. I don't know why people do that kind of stuff for fun. Crazies. I can think of a million more fun things to do than scare yourself silly. I am a screamer and I feel like thats almost all I did tonight. It didn't help that I was that "lucky" person that kept getting scary people up in my face! Jeepers.. 

Regardless of the crazy scariness I partook in, I had a fabulous time with those three amazing people and feel pretty proud of us for braving such scary places - and I'm glad Trev didn't seem to mind me sticking like glue to him anytime I was scared. We made some pretty good memories there, too (: I'd share...but I think in this case, what happened in the corn maze, stays in the corn maze! 

 trevor & myself

dani & chels

sorry, didn't take a picture of myself with dallin ;) 

One Mans Trash...

My lovely mother has taken on the challenge of cleaning out our garage. In the process of doing so, she found this old treasure of mine...

So what is this old, dirty feeling, poorly cared for notebook filled with, might you ask?...

Orlando Bloom, duh!! 

I think back in the day I could have very well been his #1 fan. I was unhealthily obsessed with this gorgeous, gorgeous, freaking hot, beautiful, lovely, enchanting man. My room was (literally) covered in pictures of this handsome british fella. When I slowly was fading from my Orlando obsession (wish that never happened...i miss him) I took down all the pictures and taped them into this notebook, because of course I couldn't get rid of them.

This is a Valentine my old neighbor, Austin gave me, one year (: I think his cute momma helped him in choosing which Valentine to send my way!

Yes, I would display/hang up pictures even if I had a million repeats of one picture...I think I have about 30 of this one! (no sarcasm)

Orlando was even gorgeous as a blond, long-haired elf. (even though i never was a Lord of the Rings fan)

Orlando, once, was in a Gap add...This picture is barely larger than my thumb nail. But of course I had to cut it out, hang it and eventually tape in in my Orlando shrine.

My mom keeps telling me to throw it away (its currently sitting on our fireplace) but I just can't get myself to do it! To my mom, it may be trash. But to me, it is my childhood. Like they say, one mans trash is another mans treasure. 

memory lane

High School and I were never best friends. We didn't have a good relationship and neither of us ever really tried to make it better. There are no hard feelings, thats just how it was. I do sort of regret not pushing myself academically, too much, but I'm making up for that in college, so no worries, okay?!

I figure I graduated with a pretty good GPA, I made amazing friends, I made lots of memories and most importantly, I went to dances. So those three years of my life were successful, in my opinion.

Lately, I've been taking numerous walks down memory lane. I always go back to my high school days. My favorite hs days were the dances. You know what? I miss dances. A lot. I miss the stress of wondering if you're going to get asked, I miss the stress of wondering what boy to ask...and of course I miss that added stress of trying to come up with a clever and original way to ask/answer your date... Ah, love it.

So, just because I want to, I am going to post my dance pictures.

::note:: My biggest high school regret is not taking pictures at every dance. For whatever reason, I thought it wouldn't be a big deal. Well, I was stupid. It is a big deal. Pictures are better than the dances most the time. So, yes, its true, I don't have pictures of every dance that I went to :(

Kids, learn from my mistakes. ALWAYS take the pictures even if the line is long...you'll thank me later.

& since I was in high school whilst attending these dances, how about with each picture I add one thing I learned. Just for kicks and giggles.

preference with phe
learned: my friend rachelle has a pretty fireplace background for pictures.

last chance with phe
learned: i can't pull off the hat look.

homecoming with stuart
learned: i don't like wearing heels to dances.

sadies with bryant
learned: when you're riding piggy-back on a real tall guy...you are very high up.

morp with colton
leaned: its fun to ask people you don't know to dances.

sweethearts with colton
learned: my right side is NOT my good side.

preference with colton
learned: this is my favorite dance picture.

prom with colton
learned: this dress was a doozy to walk in.

sadies with james
learned: piggy-backs must be the pose you do for sadies.

christmas dance with jake
learned: fake eyelashes are ugly.

morp with jake
learned: that bird behind jake likes his bum.

senior ball with all my friends (not pictured, obviously)
learned: sarah has amazing dresses to borrow.

sweethearts with dave
learned: sometimes my hair decides to really curl and look inches shorter. and also, apparently sometimes i can look slightly chinese. 

preference with tyler
learned: i do NOT like four-fingered hands in the backgrounds of my pictures.

prom with jesse
learned: sometimes people you originally have a bad attitude about can be amazing people.

last chance with brady (last hs dance)
learned: that car is sexier than i pretended to be.

Now how about some group pictures?!

last chance
learned: this group is waaaay to big.

homecoming
learned: i should have laid my toes down.

sadies
learned: this pose was cuter in our heads.

morp
learned: i should have been more observant. i'm the only doofas wearing shoes.

sweethearts
learned: our whole group matched so nicely.
fun fact: on this date, at dinner, an anonymous person paid our entire dinner bill because they admired our modesty and good behavior. (we were there with some other...not-so-good groups...)

preference
learned: colton & i needed to be more creative in this one.

prom
learned: our photographer didn't care that we're so off-centered. & apparently i'm a giant.

sadies
learned: boys are heavy.

christmas dance
learned: you look like a dork when you stand closer to someone else's date rather than your own.

morp
learned: homemade pictures are cute, too.

preference
learned: that dress and that pose do not flatter my figure.

prom
learned: my dates hand is in a funny place & we should have listened to the memo that we weren't smiling.

last chance
learned: the couple with the pink headbands look a lot cooler than the rest of us.

So there you have it. I hope you enjoyed it. If not, I apologize.

Keep smiling!

And remember kids! TAKE DANCE PICTURES, ALWAYS!