Toddlers & Tiaras

My roommate has recently taken in watching the television series Toddlers & Tiaras. For those who are not familiar with it, it's a reality TV show based on the lives of mothers and their toddlers who enter beauty pageants. At first glance it seems adorable, non-hostile, and harmless really. But as you watch the show you begin to realize the horror of our society and what mother's can view as acceptable behavior towards their children. In my opinion? The show is a pure example of media glorified child abuse, and it's disgusting. Mother's put fake eye lashes on their daughters, take them to get mani-pedi's, even to tanning salons. These are babies! 2,3, and 4 year old little babies. To submit them to such ridiculous shenanigans is not only emotionally damaging but physically as well. Take a hint: if you want your children to build confidence, teaching them that they need to dress up to be anything is not the way to do it. You should be teaching your daughters that they are beautiful just they way they are. Therein lies your problem. These kinds of shows make me wonder why I still have hope for humanity.

Day Sixteen: Your Celebrity Crush

Legolas

Now, this is going to sound weird because I didn't actually see Lord of the Rings until I was a Freshman in college, but I had a huge crush on Legolas from the time I was in fourth grade until I left Junior High. In fact, as punishment one day my mom ripped my Legolas poster off my wall and into two pieces. I had a mental breakdown, no joke, it was so bad she had to find another identical to it and replace it. I don't even remember what I did to deserve punishment, just that for those two days I was without Legolas's beautiful face gracing the bareness of my wall I thought my world was going to end, literally. Yes, it was pathetic, but I didn't know that then. I'm way over the hanging-pictures-of-men-on-your-wall stage now (unless you count the prophet and Jesus-both of which are on my wall currently). And I'm way over Legolas. Although, a small part of me goes back to that time I thought we were soul mates. Sigh. He really is quite beautiful, you can't say that about many men. :)

Skylar Astin

My current celebrity crush is Skylar Astin. I'm gonna level with you guys, I totally thought I was over crushing on celebrities. But look at that face! He is adorable! Ever since I saw Pitch Perfect I've been imagining how happy our lives would be together, the pretty house we'd live in, what our children would look like. It's an obsession, and not a healthy one. But really?!?!?! Who is born with a face like that? It's just not fair to the rest of the men in the world. So here is my plea: Skylar Astin, if you ever come across this blog-will you marry me? :)

Days 14 & 15...That's a Little Better?

Day Fourteen: A TV Show You Are Currently Addicted To

This one is easy! So, I can say I'm currently addicted to it because I'm trying to finish what is on Netflix before the next season comes out at the end of February, even though I've already technically seen all the episodes. Psych!!! I love that show so much! All clean humor, very limited cussing, no sexual innuendos, very very funny. And the lead actor is pretty adorable. It is a really good show though! If you haven't seen it, I highly suggest you watch it. And it isn't one of those shows you have to watch from the beginning of the series (though you'll love it so much you'll want to go back). Really, stop reading this and go watch it, Psych, it's on Netflix and is coming back to television (USA network) on the Twenty-Seventh of February. I'm super excited!

Day Fifteen: Something You Don't Leave the House Without

I never ever ever leave the house without my keys and my phone. Except on the rare occasion when I accidentally lock my room mates and I out of the apartment right before church and we all have to walk in the -12 degree temperature, oops. But, that only happened once! Every other time I have remembered :)

Days 9, 10, 11, 12, and 13...Yea, I'm Failing at This.

Day Nine: A Photo of the Item You Last Purchased:

Yep, it was a Utah State game day shirt. I sent one to each of my lil' sisters for their birthdays. Can you say subliminal messages? Haha, no they asked for one. :)

Day Ten: A Photo of Your Favorite Place to Eat

Now, I know before I said my favorite place to eat was Taco Bell, but if I had all the money in the world I would eat at Olive Garden everyday of my life. I love this place almost more than I love breathing. It's totally an unhealthy obsession. And it's super sad because they took my favorite item off the menu, lasagna rollota. :( Last time I had to order cheese ravioli, good but not the same. I guess I have to find a new favorite.

Day Eleven: What's in Your Make-Up Bag?

I have no idea why in the world you would care but it doesn't really matter so I guess I'll tell you anyways. I have a razor (for those times when I forget one while traveling-lifesaver!), pretty much everything is Covergirl brand-mascara (the purple kind that supposedly adds volume or whatever-like eyelashes need volume psh), liquid foundation, purple eye shadow, brown eye shadow, some eyeliner (which I never wear), and Carmex chapstick (I'm not a lipstick or gloss girl). There you have it. No drugs. Darn. Though if you crush up the eye shadow I suppose it could look like tinted cocaine. ;)

Day Twelve: A Photo of the Town You Live In

I love this picture, because the temple is so clear in it. It overlooks the entire valley, just as it should. Isn't it such a beautiful place? Except, not really right now. For now the air is polluted and gross, I feel like I'm walking behind an army tank and breathing all it's emissions walking up to campus. And everything is currently covered in melted, mushy, grey slush (also known as walked in snow). But in a few months it will be the beautiful scenic city I've grown to love.

Day Thirteen: Your Favorite Musician and Why?

Well, I don't really have a favorite musician. When I was younger I was obsessed with Britney Spears, thank goodness that changed. In Junior High I went through this rock phase where I listened to a lot of Hinder, Simple Plan, Three Doors Down, Linkin Park, that kind of thing. Until ninth grade where I was introduced to the magnificent voice that is David Archuleta, when he sings it's as if angels are descending. I would marry that boy if he showed up on my door step. In High School I loved Train (mostly because I went to one of his concerts). Last year I found Hello Saferide, they are a British band, not very popular. But the vocalist is really good and very different and I still really like them. Right now, I'm really into Imagine Dragons and Ed Sheenan. But I'm really starting to like Country, which I never thought I would do (something to do with rebelling against my mother's tastes). I listen to tons of different music though, there isn't a whole lot I don't like, cept scream-o (EW!).

Maybe tomorrow I will actually remember to post? Til Then! :D

Day Eight: A Song to Match Your Mood

This has been my mood for the last three months! Haha. No, but really.

Day Seven: Your Dream Wedding

So, I'm not even gonna really post on this one. My dream wedding only truly needs one thing and that is the perfect man. On the other hand that doesn't mean I haven't thought about this. Hello! I am female, I swear we are programmed to plan our wedding in our head before one is a reality. Anywho, if you really want to know about my dream wedding just check out my Pinterest board. :D

Day Six: A Photo of an Animal You'd Love to Keep as a Pet

Look at these adorable pygmy goats!! Oh, man I want one more than any other little critter ever. They are just so cute! And here is a video to go with my lovely obsession.

You Need Car Keys to Drive a Car? What?!?!?

So, today, like most days, I made a not-so-intelligent mistake. As we headed out the door at nine in the morning (in my defense it was morning and him and I don't get along so well) I failed to grab the car keys and without thought shut our locked door. Leaving me and my two, extremely patient, roommates standing in the freezing cold of this frozen city. Needless to say we did try to break in and needless to say we failed. We ended up walking to church and borrowing someone's phone to call our other roommate who happened to be coming home from her cousin's bachelorette party. Thank goodness for her or we would have been stuck in the cold for a lot longer than we were! It was a tough morning, good thing Sunday is official nap day. I'm hoping tomorrow I can make at least half-intelligent decisions.

Day Five: A Photo of Yourself Two Years Ago

Day Four: A Photograph of Your Best Friend

I have lots and lots of friends so there is no way I could possibly narrow it down to one. But, I can narrow my best friends in the whole world down to two. One is in California right now. :) The other is getting married in just a few weeks! 

M is my best friend in the whole world. This girl has definitely been through more than me and is still amazing and strong. I admire her for it. She knows my whole life and has never judged me for it. I know that if I ever need anything or just somebody to talk to I can always call her. She is amazing and beautiful and her fiance is one lucky man! I love her to death!

So, I am incredibly lucky to know the handsome, young dork in the picture above. :) Right now, he is in California serving serving serving! And I couldn't be more proud of him. He is an amazing person and he makes me better. I'm lucky just to know him but to be considered his friend is truly great. He is funny, and kind, and true. He knows me for me and I'm grateful for the light he has brought, and continues to bring to my life.

Though, these two people are by far the most amazing people I know, this post just wouldn't be complete without mentioning my room mates. They are the most insane, crazy, level-headed, weird, wonderful, strong women I know. And I love them!!! They are definitely some of the greatest friends I have ever had and I hope we will be friends for a very long time. :)

Day Three: My Idea of a Perfect Date

Well, I don't have an idea of a perfect date. Not really. But it's always nice when men actually plan a date before they pick you up. I hate when guys ask me "So, what do you want to do?" it is extremely obnoxious. As far as anything else goes, I'm totally up for anything. If a guy really wants to get to know me though, he should take me to do something I haven't done and that will take me out of my comfort zone. I may pretend I don't like it or that I'm not having fun, but I am and I will love it in the end.

Day Two: A Photo of Something You Ate Today

First off, this has to be the most random post selection ever. Really? I'm pretty sure no one cares what I ate today. But, I promised myself I would do this.

My favorite place in the world (well, cheap place) to eat is Taco Bell. And that is where I went today for lunch with my awesome roomies. Quesadillas are my world, well, and Cherry Limeade, which is definitely one of the greatest treats on earth, just a small piece of heaven.  

Day One: A Photo of Yourself & Description of How Your Day Was

It's not the most amazing picture ever, and my feet were actually really cold that day; I should have worn better shoes. But as a tradition every year my room mates and I go to the Block A and take a picture with a poster representing something significant in our lives for that year. This year mine was the number of days N has until he gets home from his mission. As you can see I'm excited. :) It's now 279!

So...my day. It was pretty boring. I went to Human Development and watched a fetus develop. They kind of look like little aliens. I'm going to have to forget that when I'm pregnant, otherwise I think it might freak me out just a little more than I am willing to admit. Then I came home and paid my phone bill (I forgot to do it yesterday and my phone got shut off oops). And sent my letter off to N and another to my dad. Then I went to institute. In institute we talked about the Family: A Proclamation to the World. Do you know what's cool? This graduating class (High School) is the largest my state has ever seen and next year's is supposed to be even bigger! Well, the graduating class was born in 1995. So why were so many  people having babies in 1995 and so forth? The Family: A Proclamation to the World came out in 1995! They were following commandment! I never made this connection before! How cool are righteous people? They are pretty dang cool. Anywho, that was my day. And now I am sitting next to the heater, wrapped in a blanket, typing this up when I should be doing homework. ;) Haha.

The 30 Day Challenge (Insert Girlish Squeal Here)

Alright, I know, I'm joining the masses of screaming, squeally,  school girls who do these dumb little 30 day challenges. But, I figure hey whatever, no one probably reads this and it will give me a reason to post so I can be a little better at it. o.O So here goes nothing. This one has been floating around the blogger community and I decided to give it a go. Let's see how I do.

Don't Run With Scissors, or Walk, or Stand, Maybe I Shouldn't Hold Scissors at All

So, needless to say, I had a really terrible day on Monday. Which I mean, really, it was Monday. Monday nights I have a broadcast course at the library. It's weird, I'm not used to seeing my professor projected on a television screen in front of me. And to be able to talk to the television screen is also quite odd. It will take some adjustment. This class was so long. It's two and a half hours and the professor seems to think the best method of teaching is to read directly from the text for half that time (I disagree). So after a very long class on approaching diversity I was just ready to go home. However, where I live the temperature is freezing, literally. So, I braced myself for the -12 degree weather with my hat, gloves, and coat with little thought to how cold my poor legs would be with nothing but jeans for a covering. By the time I got home I couldn't feel my legs. You could have stabbed them with a knife or better yet scissors, because oh wait! I did. Ya, not my brightest moment. I grabbed the scissors to open a package that had come in the mail only to turn around and smack into the wall allowing the scissors the perfect opportunity to attempt murder on my thigh. No worries! No Felicia's were harmed in the making of this post. However, there is a huge bruise on my leg now, to match all the pretty scars I have (a story for another day). My leg was still numb from being outside though, so I didn't really feel it until an hour later. And then it hurt. A LOT. Not to mention my losing the mail key. And we all know how the mail is my life source. Monday ended with me curled in the fetal position, on my bed, crying over a box of N's letters before falling asleep. But, the world is back to normal now, and so are my emotions. And ya know if you can't laugh about the stupid things you do in life, what can you laugh about? Besides, I learned a valuable lesson, I should probably not handle sharp objects without supervision, or at all.

Flying Objects=Broken Car

This week has not been the most pleasant week of my life. Despite that my phone decided to have a mental break down allowing me the honor of buying a new one, my car decided to bust up too. To Carlos (my car) defense his break down was not voluntary. Driving back up to school from my hometown something flew at me and poor Carlos on the freeway. Don't get me wrong I am counting my blessings that whatever it was didn't fly through my windshield and kill me, but paying the 970 dollar repair bill isn't sounding super fun. Thank goodness for "sisters" and their husbands, because without M and D I would be totally on my own and that car would never get fixed. Poor Carlos is all alone right now, probably shivering off in a corner somewhere-but even worse he has my peppermints in his jockey box. Ugh. I just can't get a break can I? ;) Anywho, my holiday was fabulous. I got a lot of cute new clothes (including the much desired red skinnies) and some nice jewelry. Including a very nice necklace from one handsome young man in Cali. He really shouldn't think of me, but I'm secretly glad he does. Oh! And over this break I learned how to ski. Now, if you know me, you know how much of an accomplishment this is. Think back to when I was a mere 13 years old. The horrifying experience I had of tubing down a hill at near 70 MPH only to come crash hurtling into a, maybe 3 feet in diameter, tree. The hospital trip there after, and the weeks of wheelchair, and the weeks after that of crutches, and the months after that of physical therapy, only to have to go back to the hospital to get all of the "gear" removed from my body. Breaking your femur=not fun, and hospitals=no privacy. So to attempt any form of winter sport involving going down a large hill is a great accomplishment for me. And to succeed at it is even greater!! But, the fact that I had fun doing it is a miracle. It was good though. Well folks I think that's all for now. Over and out. :)