Public Service Announcement

Swearing does not make you cool. 

You don't look professional, and you look even more like you are trying too hard to fit in.

I mean, I'm not one to cringe at swearing, but if you can't even use it right, let's get real.

Free Stuff Always Cheers My Day

I just want to take my Accounting test today to see if I'll fail.
Joy of joys.
That's the last thing I need.

Is it sad that yesterday, the highlight of my day was the free slurpee that I got at 7-11?
Probably not, since it was so dang good.

And I even got the healthy kind, the mango one.
I was so tempted to get some Taco Bell to accompany my meal.
But I couldn't bring myself to do it.


I left work early and got my slurpee.
Ah.

Bliss.
It's funny that I barely have time to sit down and veg for 10 minutes.
Everything is so go, go, go.

This long weekend will do me good.
Or I'll just get caught up on wedding stuff...which I am completely behind in.

Thank goodness for my mom, who has done just about everything.
Phew.

Tuesday. Gotta Get Down on Tuesday

Yes, I am one of those people. I drink a diet-something before 10 am.

I'm tired.
I want to sleep.

We didn't get the apartment.
A lady drove by and told us the renter was crazy.

We thought twice about the apartment.
Asked the neighbors, they said, don't do it.
We won't.

Back to the drawing board.

Oh Hey. . .

Oh hey. It's pretty nasty when you blow your nose in front of the office.

It's pretty sick.

Have the courtesy to maybe get up and blow your nose?

Bllleech.


Oh ps, we have a date. 
As in, a date that we won't change.

We looked like fatties in pics.
Like, I've never seen us look so bad.
Like the kind you want to de-tag yourself from.
Besides the lavender field incident.

Boo.
Bridesmaids dresses are turning out to be more trouble.

Apt interview today?
Let's hope we get it!

It's charming, cute, and in a good location.
And just maybe, Carlos will be able to inhabit it in about a week or so.

And I Was All Like. . .

Let me tell you one thing, I can't wait until Carlos moves out of his apartment.

I was dropping him off, after a long day...and we shared a kiss.

Some idiot students rap on the window when we were kissing.

As in, they touched my car.

And then ran off laughing.

Idiots. 

Hello?

You don't do that.

You don't know if I'm some psycho with a gun.

Really people. 

We all know you are sexually frustrated BYU students. But let's get real. Get over yourselves and don't bother people that are engaged. It's not funny. It's not mature, and it's certainly not cool.

Keep to yourselves.

I was a little angry about that, and I still am.

I WILL BE DOING THIS:

I will be making one of these DIY skirts.

I am in love with maxi skirts, because they make you look so long and lean.

Watch out world, I am going to be rocking these skirts.

Hopefully by the end of this month?

Cross your fingers.

Option 1.
Dress it down.

Option 2.
Jersey Skirt.

Option 3. 

The Maxi.

I'll be honest. 

1 and 3 are absolute must-haves. 

All's Fair in Scooter Wars?

I am not going to get mad about this.

I have enough things to worry about.

A stupid scooter, and what is fair and not, just isn't worth my time. 

I'm not going to let it get to me.
I am not going to cry about this.

I am not going to let it bother me.

I am going to worry about the life I am going to build with my fiance.
We are going to be happy together, because we choose to be.

And let's face it.
I am so dang happy when it's just me n' him.

Phew.
I am going to be fine.

Every Time I Delete an App. . .

Every time I delete an app, it kind of hurts my heart a little.

I see those shaking icons and it makes me feel bad I am going to delete that little guy.

It's practically screamning, "You took the time to download me! Don't delete me! I can help you. You just have to remember what I can do. I just...nooooooooooooooooooo"

Deleted.

I always feel remorse and hope that I didn't really need that app.

Because it does delete all the data associated with that app.

The shame.


A moment of silence for all deleted apps. 


The Bachlorette is on tonight.
Joy of all joys.

Freak the Freak Out

Just so everyone knows,
The more you ask me about the wedding, the less I am going to want to deal with it.

I'm not saying that I hate the predicament I'm in.
Let's be honest, there could be a lot more worse things that could be going on in my life.

But, the more pressure I feel, the less I am going to get done.
It's not like I'm sitting at home with nothing to do.

I'm working, going to school.
Trying to maintain a relationship with my fiance, have time for family, and watch The Bachelorette (missed it last night).

So everyone, just chill.
Leave me the freak alone ok?

Thanks.
I'll figure this one out.
Just give me some time.

And I think I'll just show up for the wedding.
I don't really feel like dealing with colors, people, flowers, etc.

I'll say yes to whatever ideas you want.
Great.

Now that's all settled, I'm going to take my scooter, with my money, and I will go get some Taco Bell. 




But, I'm really, really loving this wedding. 

Dream Jars and 800 lb Brides

Carlos steals from people's Dream Jars. But puts the money back.

It makes me laugh.
Because I would never take him as someone that would.
But he did. And it will be put back.

Now, I'll never forget.
Since it's been immortalized on the blog.

And this is just sad: 800 lb bride? 
Shudder.


Hug, hug.
Kiss, kiss.

Oooooh Burn. . .

 In a dating and courtship relationship, I would not have you spend five minutes with someone who belittles you, who is constantly critical of you, who is cruel at your expense and may even call it humor. Life is tough enough without having the person who is supposed to love you leading the assault on your self-esteem, your sense of dignity, your confidence, and your joy. In this person's care you deserve to feel physically safe and emotionally secure. 

Elder Holland

Ooooooooo burn.

After everything that has been going the past few days, I feel (and I think my hunny bunny feels) that I haven't been the nicest person.

So that is why today, I vow to bring a smile to his face.

I often forget that he isn't superhuman, though he seems like he is.
I forget he isn't perfect, like I think he is.
I forget he has just a hard schedule (if not harder) than I do.

I very often accommodate to my needs. And I expect him to do the same.
Rarely do I accommodate to his, only if they fit my schedule.

I cry because he can't see me.
But, he never does when I can't.

I'm stubborn and I yell.
He's forgiving and soft-spoken.

I love him so much.
I can't wait to marry him.

He's the man of my dreams.
And he's reality, sitting right in front of me (or texting me/gchatting me/emailing me).

Patience is My Middle Name. . .

Yeah, it totally isn't. And even if it was, it would be a far fetched truth.

My day yesterday was nothing short of crazy. But that will be my life for the next couple of months.

It's all go, go, go.

Get up at 6:30, head to work. Work from 7 am to 3 pm. Get home at 3:30. Go to the gym from 4:15 to 5:15. Class from 5:30 to 7. Eat/homework/shower/bewithCarlos. Go to sleep at 11.

E'ry day.

While trying to maintain that schedule, I also decided that I wanted to get my mom a necklace for mother's day. (Btw, it was a free strand of pearls). You can find it here. 

And I didn't print out the coupon, I just showed it to him on the phone, please tell me if I missed something on the coupon. All it says is to bring the coupon in, that hardly says anything about printing it out. I get extremely irritated when people try to pull a fast one on you just because you use technology. Sorry, it's not my problem if you didn't put down the fact that you HAD to print the coupon and couldn't show it one my phone. Make sure that you put that on the coupon. Don't make me pay the price for your technological inabilities. I got my strand of pearls and marched off. Don't use technology if you don't know how to correctly use it.

Then, I decided to go to my jeweler, my engagement ring has prongs, and one broke off. And I needed to resize the ring anyways. I get there, and it costs $25 to repair the prong, because the company felt that it was my fault. Basically what they were telling me was that I have to live in a box, and then it should be ok. Sorry that I have a life to live and I want to wear my ring everywhere I go. Today was not my day to do errands. I wasn't impressed with the customer service. But I did remember how amazingly beautiful my ring is. The only thing, I have to wait until Friday to get it. Inefficiency.

That's my day in a nutshell.

I'm a Poop Miester

I thought that would be a funny name for the post.

I'm a poop miester.

Sometimes, I throw tantrums. 

I totally felt like that kid. 

It doesn't matter that I am a 22 year old woman going to business school. 

I still have fits of the RAGE.

My poor fiance.


We are still figuring out the date. 
Thanks school, for messing that one up.

Oh well. It's a trial I'm ok having.
Business school>wedding date.

We will get married--someday. I don't doubt that.

School Tomorrow. . .

So, I go back to school like, tomorrow.

Uh, what?

I'm looking forward to this, but I'm jumping headfirst into the craziest summer of my life.

I thought last summer was crazy (Boostability, Sports Camps, LSAT, and The Colony).
I had no idea.

So, here's to starting school again.
I'm a-quakin' in my shoes.

But I am so excited.

I'm Too Excited

I'm too excited to think about anything at all.
I'm excited to go back to school.

I want to ditch work and snuggle with my honey bunny.

Life Seriously Can't Get Crazier

After a whirlwind of excitement, (and it's still not over yet), I have decided I am probably the most blessed person ever. 

I mean, let's get real. Instead of focusing on what has gone wrong: my engagement ring broke, the wedding date is causing serious issues, Carlos' car is dead, everyone is annoyed with each other. . .let's focus on what is totally awesome: 

1. We got a scooter. Like a super cute one. Like, one that I can't wait to ride around. And that Carlos and I are going to have the most fabulous summer with.

2. I have the best fiance. I can call him whenever, and he will offer me the best words of encouragement, love, anything I need. 

3. I got into business school. 

Wait, WHAT? 

Yes, me. I am going to be a business woman. 

When I got that letter in the mail, my hands were a'shakin--mostly because I was bracing myself for the fact that I would just have to 'try again next year'. The letter seemed pretty thin, and my prospects were low. I did score better on the GMAT *my second go* but I didn't get the score that I was really hoping for. 

Yet, as I opened the letter, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. 

I had resigned to just planning my wedding, and looking forward to supporting Carlos in all his endeavors. 

My eyes scanned the page, bracing myself, I read the first word, "Congratulations"...

I was IN! 

I am *hopefully* going to be starting my MBA program at UVU this Fall. I still have to take 12 credits before officially starting the program--which is going to prove interesting with all of the other things I have going on (ie: work, wedding, taking care of my fiance). It was the only business school I applied to, and it was really my only choice. 

I am so glad that I get to stress out about this. 

Like, so totally blessed. 

So, wedding date? 

No idea. 

School?

No idea. 

All I know is that I love Carlos, and I am getting my MBA. 

Life has it's ups and down, but it does work in mysterious ways.