Friday, March 30, 2012

JFK on Mormons

I absolutely love this with all of my little heart.


All my love, B.

I have some making up to do...I have the greatest daddy ever.

44 already?

Time's just flying.

Happy birthday, dad!!

All my love, B.

Thursday, March 29, 2012


I have news.

I passed!!! I PASSED MY EXAM!! 

I got a 64% and have now certainly lost my scholarship, but who cares? I PASSED.

The nightmare is over!!

Now off to prepare for finals, surely to be a nightmare of its own.

That would be all.

all my love, B.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

everything and everyone under the sun.

Do you remember when I said that the vast majority of my blog posts occur after midnight?  Here's one more.

I just want to put a huge fat disclaimer on this one before I begin:  This post will likely undergo several revisions over the next few days, as I reread it over and over again and more embarrassing 1:50 a.m. spelling, grammatical, and personal sleep-deprived brain errors come to my attention.

And let me just start by saying that I am sure that everything that is on my mind fully deserves to be split up into several blog posts with different titles, pictures, and overall themes. But with all of it being so very much about to overflow from my mind and heart, I highly doubt that will be possible.  Plus, many of these things segue so well from one to another, so I guess in a way that gives me an excuse?  I'll do my best to split it up and indicate when one subject turns into another, so if you get bored you can feel free to skip ahead. Look! I'll even color code it for you.

OVERALL THEME: There have been so many incredibly perfect and strengthening tender mercies that have come my way this past week, the vast majority of these being tender mercies disguised as very hard experiences. I feel so many things that are difficult to put into words at the moment, but mostly I feel full, peaceful, and happy.

Part 1-School
If they made everyone at BYU for whom this semester has been particularly difficult get in a line, I'll probably shove my way to the front of the line.  But not necessarily entirely because of grades, which I'll get back to. So far in my college career, I've been quite fortunate to not exactly float on by per se, but to have chosen the best teachers, have had adequate time to really learn the material and then do well on my tests, and in a few cases, been blessed by sheer luck.  I've never been afraid to work to get what I deserve, but this semester taught me in a more vivid way than I ever expected that I can't just depend on the overall intelligence and school-logic that I have finally come to accept and admit that I have been blessed with. I don't by any means to claim that I am the most intelligent person I know, or even in the top half of those people.  I mean, how can that be true at an Ivy-League equivalent of a university as BYU?  But I know I haven't received hard-to-come-by academic scholarship money for nothing.  I am a hard worker and I know that I am not uneducated by any means, but it requires so much more than that, especially now that life is getting so much harder and more confusing to navigate in so many other areas. For those of you who don't know, I am without a doubt, the worst at getting adequate sleep that you'll ever meet.  I am a clinically diagnosed insomniac, the effects of which have truly come to fruition this semester. My body can be fully rested and asleep, but my mind will literally not shut off.  And no amount of Priesthood blessings, melatonin, essential oils, prayers, or even low-dose antidepressants seem to do the trick on nights when my mind just simply won't let me cross that threshold into the sleeping world.  I have come to train myself to get by on about 4 hours a night, and though I'm sure that doesn't have everything to do with it, it certainly doesn't help my stamina during a particularly difficult semester.

Example 1.  You know those people who aren't particularly intelligent or talented, but just seem to get by in life on sheer charisma and likability, and then one day they get a rude awakening when the world starts to realize that they don't really have anything of actual use to contribute to life? Well, after having ACED my first French exam earlier in February, I mistakenly became over-confident in my natural abilities for this language.  Boy was it a humbling experience this week to receive the lowest marks on an exam that I ever have since entering this minor, and I know that it can all be attributed to my lack of preparedness and misplaced overconfidence.  I certainly have a mathematical, puzzle-solving mind and I have always counted on that and natural talent of language learning to help me get top marks, but that blissful, generally effortless period of time has evidently come to an end.

Example 2. Background info: I made the grave mistake this past summer of trying to get ahead in my generals by signing up to take Physical Science 100 online. I finished, albeit poorly, every assignment over the course of the 4 months that I lived at home and worked full time other than the final.  By the time my instructor graded the rest of my assignments and gave me the green light to take the final, I was back in Utah and in the full swing of 16 credits of Fall Semester 2011 and also working as a Research Assistant and TA.  There was no way. To take a step back, I mentioned before that I am a  puzzle-solver, but I grossly underestimated how truly awful I am at science.  I am a Psychology major, which is technically a science, but vastly different from the hard, calculating sciences of Physics and Chemistry.  I should have known that taking this class outside a classroom setting would be a terrible idea, but I obviously wasn't thinking beyond "It's just a GE, it doesn't really matter.  I'll be motivated enough to work on this over the summer." My, do all of those statements sound ridiculous now.  I wish I didn't have to say that this whole ordeal was honestly one of the most nightmarish experiences of my life, but I was truly unprepared for how difficult this would be.  I had a year to finish the class, and this single class that should have been so unimportant literally changed the course of this whole year. Because I really had no time at all to focus on it during Fall Semester, I forgot almost everything I had learned over the summer, was forced to cut my enrolled credit level (even though the whole reason I even TOOK the class this way in the first place was to try and get ahead) in order to spend more time on relearning everything, I audited lectures that not only were entirely unhelpful because I was just working on homework for other classes the whole time, not to mention the stares and repeated awkward explanations of this same whole story to everyone who questioned why I didn't have an i-clicker like everyone else, and then when I gave that up, I forced myself to turn 3 and a half of the most stressful weeks of my life over to cramming hour after hour to prepare myself for this stupid final.  And when the day finally came around for me to finally feel prepared enough to take it, I walked slowly, shaking and more nervous than I have ever felt in present memory in regards to a single test over to that dreadful Independent Study building. Before this test, I have never been totally and completely familiar with that "Look at the test and laugh because you realize you're completely screwed" feeling.  Until right then.  85 multiple choice and 8 essay questions later, I wanted so badly to just leave that building behind forever, but then they shoved a course-review survey in my face that ended up taking an extra 20 minutes.  Needless to say, at this point I was so overwhelmed and emotionally exhausted from this whole experience that I left a rather scathing review.  Which made me feel better for the time being.  But when I walked out of that building into the sun of what should have been a glorious day, I completely broke down crying.  At this point I had been awake for more than 30 hours. I have never felt the need to call my mother and cry after a TEST before, but I did just that. But you know what? After praying and speaking with her, I feel at peace that even if I wasn't quite good enough to pass, I don't have to measure my own self worth based on a single test.  Nobody should ever do that, and I'm a little embarrassed that I've let myself feel like a test score was an accurate qualifier of who I am.  If I fail, it is just a bump in the road.

Bored yet? I hope not-because here's
Part 2-Things that are still important but require less explanation
The Brocks Concert-I'll be honest, for the most part I think people who come to college and decide to start a band are a little delusional.  So when people say to me, "Hey, we're playing at the Velour/Muse tonight. You should come." My mental response is usually something along the lines of, "Listen.  I paid $16 for Ingrid Michaelson.  INGRID MICHAELSON.  What makes you think I'm going to pay a whole whopping $7 to hear you?" But there are a few exceptions.  My own roommate's band, Brady Parks and the IndiAnns, who were talented enough to be chosen to open for MATT COSTA, and the Brocks.  I will definitely spend time listening to them.  They both have so much potential, and you should definitely listen to anything and everything they have come up with!  That was such a fun and needed night.  Not to mention the fact that I think every particularly hot guy in Provo decided to band together and come see the concert as well.  For that I am not complaining. (Okay sorry that one ran a little longer than I expected it to.)

This one's hard to explain, but I'll try my best. I love love LOVE how close I am with my Heavenly Father. I love how personal and individual it is, that I don't have to live up to anybody else's standard of perfect to feel like the Lord loves me.  Of course I sin and I obviously fall short in so many places and have so much to work on, but I have never been more absolutely certain that He is aware of me and what is happening in my life.  Just felt like I needed to express my gratitude for that.

Holi. If you live anywhere in or around Provo, you know that this is the biggest Mormon gathering of the year aside from conference.  I read a quote yesterday that says "Holi=the biggest Hindu festival of the year....with 10,000 mormons and 15 Hindus." It's true.  I won't go any further than that, or bombard you with pictures, but I'll share with you just these two.

-In my editing process, I tried to make us look as technicolor as possible.  It doesn't look real, but I hope we do look a bit like Avatars :)-

Kristen's new presence in our lives.  When she reads this, which I have a sneaking suspicion that she might, I hope she understands how wonderful she is!! I have been blessed to meet so many great new people and forge so many incredible forever-lasting friendships this year, and this is certainly one that I will never forget. What a great example of intelligence, compassion, and a fun spirit.  We have so many bizarre similarities and I can't believe we didn't find each other sooner this year! 

Talking about Kristen actually provides a perfect transition to
Part 3-ablogaboutlove
For those of you who know me really well, you know that sappy love stories and exuberant overtures of love are not my favorite thing. Sure, I know that one day I'll appreciate getting roses and poems and all that when I find someone that I truly love, but I just can't identify with people whose relationships aren't based on something more concrete than that.  So when I watch Nicholas Sparks movies or read sappy romance stories, I still definitely enjoy them because I'm a girl, but hardly ever more than just for entertainment purposes.

So, when Kristen came over last night and told us about this blog (link above) with the most absurdly adorable love story she'd ever read, I was just sort of like, "eh." Every new blog I read, I read their "how we met" stories, and I'm so so happy for these people, but I wish I had a story like that of my own! I'm a little jealous.  So I wasn't overly thrilled when she started reading the story to us.

Just for a little bit of background, these two people were set up through e-mail by a mutual friend, and started e-mailing back and forth and over the course of three weeks.  They first connected over the fact that they had been through terrible divorces and started out as just a support for one another, but only days later, their feelings for each other changed in such a powerful way. Before even meeting, they were madly and deeply in love.  Upon hearing this premise, I thought, "There's no way." But then Kristen started reading.  These two posted almost all of their 100+ e-mail exchanges, so we got to read the actual progression of their relationship from the very beginning.  And let me tell you, my tune completely changed concerning this "how we met story." this. actually. happened. THINGS LIKE THIS ACTUALLY DO HAPPEN AND ARE WONDERFUL AND LOVELY!

Instead of feeling supremely jealous or bitter at the fact that this movie-like chance meeting actually happened, against all odds, I felt so much hope.  I didn't even think, "Why can't this happen to me?" or "Why are other people so lucky?" It honestly gave me so much joy to know that things like this actually do happen.  And it taught me a great lesson-aside from the adorable-ness of this single story, the hope that it gave me helped me to realize that there really, truly is someone for everyone.  And instead of searching for that person every single day, I need to focus all my time and energy on becoming the kind of person that would attract the kind of man that I want, and that Heavenly Father will take care of the rest.  I need to worry about today and the future will take care of itself.  And I need to expect the unexpected.  I am so sincerely happy for these two and grateful for the experience that reading their story has afforded me, and I am grateful to Kristen for bringing these letters to life by reading them out loud for two hours, and I am genuinely surprised that she didn't lose her voice. 

In one of their e-mail correspondences, they posted this video, and I can't get over it.  It is so wonderful.  Do enjoy.
I do have hope and a true knowledge that I will find my other half one day.  And if you need a hopeful reminder, too, next time you and your friends/roommates/family decide you want to watch a Romance movie, read their story instead. I guarantee you it is just as good. Even better, come to think of it, because it is real.

Which brings us to
Part 4-Faith in the Lord's timing and a few messages
So these are just a few things that I wish I could say to people that have just been so fresh on my mind lately, that I honestly won't be able to stop thinking about until I get them out there.  So I am going to vague-ify them (with full knowledge that vague-ify is not even close to an actual word) and send them out into the world.  I think I'm choosing to put them here with a small bit of probably misguided hope that these people might one day come across them and realize that I might be referring to them, saying things that I will openly admit I am too cowardly to ever do in person.  But, I'm roughly 97.5% certain that they won't, so I feel somewhat more safe. And there's an actual reason why I'm saying these things which I'll discuss more at the very end, so I'll rationalize it that way. So I might end up regretting this, only live once, right?

BIG FAT DISCLAIMER-Just know that not all of these are men.

To #1-Thank you. For everything. For being my best friend. For being patient with me and allowing all of those vital first experiences of life to happen in the safe and loving arms of the only person worthy of them at that time.  I am overjoyed when I think about how the fact that everything we've been through should mean that we would hate each other, but the Lord has seen fit that we don't, and that we have an abiding respect for one another that can only mean we are in each other's lives for a particular and wonderful reason.  You changed my life before I knew it even needed changing.  My family and I love you more than you will ever know, and I am so proud of everything you've accomplished. I hope we always stay in touch, and I hope life brings you every single good and wonderful happiness that you deserve.

To Hollywood-You were a great and marvelous friend to me when I needed it, and I wish I had been a better influence for good in your life, now that I see where you've ended up.  I wish you the best of luck.

To efy-It's wild that having never seen you again since then, we still managed to stay in each others' lives.  I am sorry our circumstances never let our paths cross again and that during that time, my life was such a wreck that I didn't know how to handle you.  You are doing great things for the Lord right now, and maybe one day we'll meet again.  We still have our deal, after all ;)

To middle school-You were my first best friend.  And not only am I grateful for the wonderful and complete friendship that we had while it lasted, I am grateful that it ended, because I needed to know how to be broken in order to learn how to be fixed.  I am so happy that I can see you from time to time on campus now and be genuinely interested, concerned, and excited about what's happening for you today.

To missionary 1-I forgive you.  Completely.  It really has taken this long to say that to myself and believe it 100%, but I'm there.  I truly did think you were "the one" at the time, and I must say we would have had an incredible story.  But looking back, I can't believe I ever thought that.  We were so immature and had dreams bigger than we could have ever satisfactorily fulfilled, and would have just ended up disappointed with each other.  I know you've learned your lesson, and that when you return we can meet as true friends.

To missionary 2-I don't know what to say, other than I can't wait to see how/if things turn out the way I think I hope they do when you get back :)  You are so happy and such a great influence on everyone you know.  I did an awful job of showing you this, but your presence truly did carry me through last year.  A year and a half from now, we'll see!

To we looked better on paper-I hope that one day you'll find the joy that comes from truly valuing the relationships you create with other people, and I wish I could have been the person that could have shown you how great it can be.  I will always, always care, and like I said, there are so many reasons it should have worked, but for some reason, the small and in my opinion, insignificant reasons why it can't are just proving to be too much. I don't want to have to fight to prove you wrong anymore.  It's been a great few years, truly, and I thank you for them with all my heart.

To DC- "My friends wanted me to come over and tell you they liked your shoes." Really? I'm not stupid. Let's cross paths again, okay? Maybe outside the library next time? Just kidding, we did cross paths, and now I might never come out of embarrassed hibernation. Goodbye, friend.

To there's still just something about you that I can't quite shake but I wish I could because then life would be so much easier-We were never really even that close, but I honestly feel like if we had gone about this a different way, this would have worked out great.  It's unfortunate that our almost-friendship came to a jeering, crashing halt, and for the life of me I really cannot figure out why.  I've been told that I can be frighteningly intimidating, and have also been told that that might very well be the reason, and I truly do apologize for that. You must know that I couldn't hurt a fly.  Seriously.  My roommates have to do that for me.  I don't know where the intimidation comes from, but if you sat down and had a real conversation with me for once, you'd see that I am not in any way this person that you think I am, and I honestly think we might actually fit quite well.  Plus, you don't know this but you intimidate me right back a million times more.  And you're interesting and smart and, yes, handsome.  Though I didn't think so right away.  So now I feel like we're stuck, and I decided long ago to just let it go.  It's a shame, really.

To we should have been sisters- I thank my Heavenly Father each and every day that the two of you found me.  My mother was asked one time, "So Brittany and - and -, they're all just really good friends, right?" she replied right back with, "Oh no, they're much more than that.  They're definitely something in between best friends and sisters."  And she's not the only person that recognizes that.  We've been quite something, and together made a difference in each other and in the world of people we've come in contact with. We've been through everything and a half together, and that is not ever going to end, I am certain of it. You've made my life a dream from day 1, and I thank my lucky stars that I have the privilege of even knowing you.

Part 5-Wrapping it all up, finally
If you've stayed on board for this long,  I am giving you a mental standing ovation right now, and I would like to say "Bienvenue (welcome) to the long-awaited end."  Behold, the reason I wrote all of these things together.

So I gave a talk last Sunday in church about "Waiting on the Lord" and learning to trust in his timing.  Taking everything I have said in this post into consideration, I cannot tell you how this week has taught me just how vitally important this is.

Maybe I was sent the awful experience of Physical Science to show me that I can't always count on sheer talent to get me through life, which I always knew in theory, but never in practice.  Even if I do fail, there will be a reason, and I'll just keep fighting through.

And all those tender mercies that I experienced after that dreaded test? (Concert, Kristen, Holi, etc.) just help to show me how much the Lord loves me and cares about me and wants me to be truly happy in this life.  That's why we're sent to earth, after all, isn't it?  To learn and be tested, but also to be joyful.

And as I mentioned before, to not worry about when I'm going to find Mr. Right or if I'm going to have a movie-worthy romance.  As long as true love and concern and righteousness exists, whether I meet a nice BYU boy in line at the Cougareat and it turns into something beautiful, or like Danny and Mara I have a whirlwind romance of letters before we even meet, it doesn't matter one bit. I need to keep my head up, remain hopeful, and work on myself as much as I can.  Sure, dating and maintaining relationships always requires effort on my part, but it's the Lord's final decision that really matters, and I need to trust in that.

And finally, that list of people included many that just didn't work out, but also some that did.  The Lord's timing has been absolutely everything in the way these relationships turned out, for better or for worse.  But to everyone who read these, just know that I will never stop caring.  You all have changed my life in one way or another, and for that I have and always will hold you in the highest of esteem.  You and God together have unquestionably shaped who I am today, and I will never stop being grateful for that.

And for everyone else, have a beautiful conclusion to your Sabbath, and make the world a brighter place.

"It isn’t as bad as you sometimes think it is. It all works out. Don’t worry. I say that to myself every morning. It will all work out. If you do your best, it will all work out. Put your trust in God, and move forward with faith and confidence in the future. The Lord will not forsake us. He will not forsake us. … If we will put our trust in Him, if we will pray to Him, if we will live worthy of His blessings, He will hear our prayers." - Gordon B. Hinckley 

All my love, B.

Friday, March 23, 2012

I do college things so I live a college life

This is me sitting at work right now-post midnight premier.

Bloodshot eyes
No sleep
A quiz at 10 this morning
Work now
Test at 1:30
(both of my major obligations today were in French, at the beginning and the end...they cleverly figured out how to keep me on campus.  Sneakys.)
Saw Hunger Games last night.
Not to be controversial or disagreeable, but I was underwhelmed
But more on that later
The 5 hour energy didn't have an effect
UNTIL 4 am when I wanted to sleep
But couldn't because I had the shakes
Which cued racing thoughts which kept me awake even more
Hence, didn't sleep.
And I've been to 923749 midnight premiers before, but this week was just such a whirlwind of everything, it's not really sitting well with me.
And now all I want to do is watch Mad Men, but naturally I forgot my headphones.
And promised the roommates that since today actually is quite beautiful,
We would finally hike Sundance.

Pray for me.
And if Sundance defeats my tired and aching body, it was truly nice knowing each and every one of you.

But the sun is shining and Festival of Colors is tomorrow and I'm going to take a nap in the sun in t-minus 2 hours.
Counting my blessings!

All my love, B.

ps. This post is a perfect example of why I shouldn't blog late at night/on no sleep.  Just a constant stream of annoyed, unrelated thoughts. 

Meh.  Oh well.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

My apologies in advance.

Just so we're clear, it's 34 days before I leave for Paris.


Which basically means that everything I think, breathe, sleep, eat and do is probably going to have at least something to do with France. 

Exhibit A: My last post.  Go listen to that song.  Go now.  Go.

Exhibit B: This post.

Monday night in Humanities, we spent learning all about major works in Impressionism, the most recognizable painting style in more recent French history.  

Now, I never really considered myself an art history enthusiast, but how can you not be interested in this when 
a) you have an impending 7 week trip to France just over a month away, and
b) when these paintings are so beautiful?

Some examples, (taken from various places on google images)

(look at these colors!)

Rodin's take on "The Thinker"
(so beautiful-there's another version of this that I can't find that he added to the top of this huge sculpture called, "The Gates of Hell" that was supposed to serve as an entrance to a French government building-a little morose, but still beautiful.)

Camille Claudel-The Waltz
(Something about this, I don't know if it's the language or their body language, it is seriously one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen-and I've only seen pictures!! If anybody knows where this is displayed, I would love love love to know!)

And finally, last but not least of course, the one and only Claude Monét.
What. An. Inspiration. My blog banner is actually one of his paintings, and I love it.  
I love it!

So.  Just 34 days until the Musée d'Orsay and l'Orangerie and most importantly,


Ahhh. Can't think! Can't do finals! Can't do anything but think about France!

And now I'm sitting in here, doing this post about art and listening to my Rachmaninov station (not french, but still) and feeling all classy and stuff.  The only thing missing is some starbucks and a handsome french man sitting next to me. 

Oh well, back to reality.

All my love, B.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

we stayed there...

Just take a few minutes to sit back and enjoy.  I know I am while I'm crying, cramming for this stupid final tomorrow...more news on that to come.

You don't even have to understand it....I catch like 40 percent.
It's still
Sweet dreams!

All my love, B.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Fridays of fantastic fun

The following happened last night:

First sub-zero experience
(black raspberry, toasted coconut, and dolce de leche with heath bar topping)

Making of the best mango salsa you've ever had.
Also the only thing I've ever made that has caused me to receive kidding-but-not marriage proposals.

Said goodbye to my best friend of 5 years, Stephanie Elise, who came to visit.

(picture to come soon, they're all on her camera)

Party at the HFAC (artsy fartsy party at the Fine arts center on BYU)
-a whole bunch of art students partying on campus after midnight...........oh snayup-

Which included:
A half an hour wait in line for a fruit/cheese plate.  Worth it.
Karaoke in a legit recording studio (Song of choice: Lean on me) with THIS beautiful girl.
Apologies for the crappy dark room iPhone camera quality.

And subsequent compliments by adorable men who said, and I quote,
"Nice job ladies.  That was actually really impressive"
Smiles all around!!
Best 30 minute silent movie I've ever seen with live organ accompaniment
Prizes (not that I won, of course)
And blasting of AWOLNATION on the way home.

Which caused the following experience:
Car of attractive boys follow us to the parking lot (creepy at first)
We get out of Dexter (my car)
Walk over to ask what they want, and they say,
"Wow, you're ALL attractive."
And an hour hang out.
Not entirely sure we're headed to becoming good friends or anything, 
but it was such a fun college-y experience, it had to be mentioned.

More chat time and start of sleepover with Kristen (other girl in above photo)
Turning on of Chick Flick to fall asleep to.
Not falling asleep until after 4:30
And getting up at 9.

Successful night.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

absolutely and utterly ecstatic

-true story: I never feel more infinite than when I am hearing the instrumental break in this song with wind in my hair-
I know I've done probably 3 or more blog posts about this new warm weather we're having, but guess what? Here's one more.

Now, I love sweater/cuddle-up/hot chocolate/Christmasy weather just as much as the next person, but there are significantly more reasons that I love warm.

I don't love that sweltering, deathlike 100+ streak that Texas put me through June to July last summer. That I can definitely do without.

But this.  Give me anywhere from 60-80 and it's a pretty safe bet that I'll try to be outside far more than inside.

And here's why I am beyond excited to spend my first ever summer in Utah:

That unbearably hot problem I was talking to in reference to Texas? No longer a problem.
Waterparks-I live a block away from Seven Peaks. Nuff said.
My compulsive need to plan things a million years in advance is very much less prominent.
Outside naps.
Finding new places to bike and hike.
Two words: Otter. Pops.
Drive in movies?
Friendship bracelets
Getting some color maybe for once?
More motivation to exercise
I put my brand-name-loving, needing-to-look-flawless, makeup-wearing self to rest for a little bit and turn into the full on all-natural hippie self that I truly am on the inside.

A little bit like this:

But for right now, I'm sick as a dog and going to bed.
Confession: I'll probably still go hiking tomorrow.
And then leave myself bedridden for the rest of the weekend.
You win some, you lose some.


All my love,B.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Oh hey, handsome

So check out this stud

Who sent me these this past week, just for kicks and giggles:

School crafted Texas bluebonnets

A dragon with a lovenote on the back, which says:

It's true, this kid is the only boy my life needs for now :)

All my love, B.

Oh, sweet sunshine

Look at how easy and CHEAP it is to look cute :)
top-DownEast clearance/cami-L'patricia/Jeans-Vigoss at ROSS/shoes-Urban Outfitters 2 for 20/
Sunglasses-American Eagle clearance/bag-Christmas gift/Lips-Covergirl stain (drugstores)
Watch-Swatch (but I wear it daily so it has definitely got its $115 worth)


So before you complain that Provo is a desolate wasteland of boring college life, try spend your Saturday doing the following:

Pho at Rice King Noodle
Provo art and frame for new art supplies
Beautiful hidden treasures at the Antiques shop

Elaine's French Bakery (ordered completely en Francais, might I add)
Amano chocolate for an $11 Chuao bar

Fantastic outing to the hidden treasures of my new home :)
The sun is out and all is well!

All my love, B

Friday, March 9, 2012

A psych major's dream come true.

Meet my friends Cal Lightman, Gillian Foster, Ria Torres, and Eli Loker.
No one's really sure why I, a girl who spends a healthy amount of time observing people for school and as a hobby (not creepy), just now discovered this show.

I can't even get over it.

All my love, B.

P.S.  I love it when I'm having a socially-awkward day, (those kind when every word that comes out of your mouth makes you think, how am I capable of having friends? How did I land this job?  How can I even be considered a functioning contribution to society?)...
...and then someone says just a tiny tic-tac sized comment that cheers you right up!

This is NOT a to-toot-my-own-horn kind of story.  But it really just made me smile!

So today we rehearsed our fabulous rendition of Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing (COMING SOON to a Sacrament Meeting near you!), 
and I somehow got assigned the soprano part.  So keep in mind I am a 6-year strong Alto 2 through and through, but I can just barely (in my own opinion) manage to squeak out those high notes, which for a REAL soprano would be cake.  So, when it came time for me to sing my solo, I did my thing and it sounded, eh, decent.
Turn to my right and male sitting there turns to me and says something along the lines of, 
"I could seriously listen to that all day."
Okay, that's all.
Back to Physical Science homework and some more
Pathetic friday night in?

A night of...

Just in case you had any desire to know how tonight was....

This happened.

It was so fun to go and have a good time with my roommates and french class friend Sydney
And of my course, my near and dear roommates Amanda, Laura, and Hannah
And what seemed like a thousand other talented bloggers, all crammed in a tiny room at the Chocolate
And lots of amazing prizes to win.
And actually winning one of them!! I never win anything!
And modeling said prize after the meet-up.  A beautiful headband via
And a subsequent full-on roommate photoshoot, with a makeshift black backdrop and everything
wearing: cardi, earrings, belt & striped top-F21, salmon pants-Old Navy, necklace-lia sophia
headband-sprightly so, bracelet-Charming Charlie, watch-Swatch shoes-Urban Outfitters
It's nights like these that make me realize I really do have it all.

All my love, B

Thursday, March 8, 2012

We used to play outside when we were young and full of life and full of love.

I have stumbled across the most random of things lately.

But I'm not complaining.

I sincerely hope you can guess what each of these refers to.

So Parisian!  
If I ever get a chance to actually make this, 
guaranteed you readers will be the first to know.

3. Fixed up TOMS
I started with this

And my plan was this

But after that didn't work out, it turned into this

Apologies for the disgusting pastiness of my ankles.
Summer, please come soon, to fix this problem and so I can wear these babies!

4. Exciting T-shirt quilt birthday gift
Thanks to my delightfully generous and lovely parents, I will be studying abroad in France.  However, this means that any birthday gifts of significant monetary value are a no-go.  But that's fine.  I have everything I need.  But, as you may have seen before in my "Goals for summer" post of last year,  I have been halfway done with a t-shirt quilt for about two years now, with no prospect of it being finished from my own efforts. But! After talking to my mother, she has agreed to finish it just in time for me to ring in the start of my third decade on earth! (Wow, if THAT doesn't make me feel old, I don't know what does!)

After I bring back the rest of the shirts I want added, I do believe this will be approaching about 65 shirts.  Will this be the most epic picnic blanket you've ever seen?  I sure hope so.

I am excited as it gets to go with me and my three dear roommates and my new good friend Sydney to go 

stuff our faces with sweets and meet others just like us and win prizes and get followers and look CUTE.
That's a lot to accomplish, isn't it?  But I think we might just be able to pull it off.

Chocolate chocolate here we come!!

I even bought some new salmon pants that I'm planning to wear, with navy and white stripes, as per usual.

5. Lastly, be sure to check out my new "I do believe" tab.  I have such a strong testimony of this gospel and if you ever have any questions, I would be honored to answer them!

All my love, B.