Friday, February 19, 2010


Dear Body,

Why? Why.

I feed you. I clothe you. I keep a roof over your head. I take you running 5 times a week.

I thought we were pretty close.

Do you not like the food? I know I feed you a lot of Mr. Pibb, but I thought we both felt the same way about that. You seem to like it. Is it all the candy? Okay, so I know I may eat too much of it sometimes, but you seem to like sugar, too. It's the salads, isn't it? You don't like the salads. Am I right?

What about the clothes? I try to wear only things that will keep you comfortable. We avoid wearing heels (except on Sunday, you know the rules) to ensure total comfort and almost always wear jeans. I thought you liked the jeans.

Is it the apartment? So I know it's not the cutest apartment in the world, but it's pretty nice. I'm a college student - what do you want? The Taj Mahal?

I know running makes you hurt sometimes, but it's for your good. Really. Take my word for it. Feeling like you are going to suffocate is a good thing sometimes. And the muscle aches are indicative of future strength. We are going to be buff. We like buff. Remember?

So why do you make me feel sick so often? If we are going to make this relationship work, you need to do your part, too. We need to work together.

I can't do this alone anymore.

I really do love you. Please try to remember that.

Sincerely and with much love,
Your Inner Self

Friday, February 12, 2010

oh self

Good old Ralph has really done a number on me this time. I'm not even kidding.

So we all know I've done a lot of stupid things in my lifetime. It's no secret.

Well...I might have just done one of the stupidest things in my LIFE. The stupid of all stupids.

Curious yet? You should be.

Okay. Well, yesterday, I got home late, because I went to have dinner with Matt's old roommates. That was actually super fun. I hadn't hung out with that group since Matt left, so it was really good to see them all again. Anyway, when I finally got home, it was dark, and I did the first thing I always do when I get home: check the mail. You probably have suspicions as to why I do this, and you are probably right.

Anyway, there was a key in my mailbox, which signified that I had a package in one of the lockers nearby. The key had a #2 on it, which was associated with the #2 locker. Makes sense, right? Well, I grabbed the key, put it in the lock, and turned. Nothing happened. I turned again. Again nothing happened. I was getting frustrated now, but I wasn't going to give up. I turned it again, and this time, to my astonishment...the key broke. Yep, that's right. It broke. I held half the key in my hand while the other half was still stuck in the lock. I was stunned. I had no idea what to do. I spent the next few minutes ranting to my roommates and to my grandma and my aunt (who sent me the package) about the whole situation. Finally, I called my landlord so he could have someone come by and fix it today.

Wouldn't that be nice if that was the only dumb thing I did? Just wait. It gets better.

Today I got home from work, so of course, I checked the mailbox first thing. Once again, I had a key in my locker with a #2 on it. I turned to stick the key into the lock and realized...

that last night I had stuck the #2 key into the #1 locker. But because it had been so dark, I hadn't realized it.

Oh heavens. I can only imagine what the handyman must have thought when he had to fix locker #1 and key #2 because of some stupid girl in apartment #***. Who has super-human strength apparently.

No one would ever guess that I got a scholarship into a university where I am double majoring and have a 3.7 cumulative GPA.

In fact, I'm even starting to doubt that myself.

Thursday, February 11, 2010


Remember this post?

I didn't think so. Well now that you've read it again [ahem], you understand.

I am not the typical Mormon girl. I try to be, but when it comes to cute and creative, somehow I just always come up short.
One can only hope that for all my weaknesses, I have a few hidden strengths, right? ... I'll take your silence as assent.

Let's take photographers for example. Have you noticed how many awesome photoblogs there are these days? Goodness gracious. Amazing. I am always reminded of how un-artsy and un-creative I am when looking through those pictures. Seriously, they are so creative. I love looking at people's photography. It's one of my favorite past-times. Eye candy, people.

Online scrapbooking. Yet another awesome example. Heck, I can't even scrapbook with real paper, let alone paper in cyberspace! I am always amazed at what people can do with pictures, colors, and seemingly random words that when put together actually convey some sort of meaning.
No, not sentences. You know what I mean. Words like: Love, I do, Prince Charming, etc. placed strategically on a page.

Food blogs. Again I am reminded how amazing their food looks and how normal my food looks.
Okay, maybe normal is an exaggeration in my favor. Not only does their food taste amazing, but it looks as good as it tastes! People are so talented!

Moral of the Story:

I am so grateful that people create so many incredible things that are so fun for me to look at. Thank you!

...At least I can appreciate it, right? ;)