It Will be Amazing

In three weeks my Grandparents are leaving to be temple presidents in Recife, Brasil. They'll be gone for three years. Today I just sat outside my grandpa's class and listened to his voice. I'm going to miss them. :(

What do you say we leave for California, drive all night, we can make it by the morning...

Ok this is my first post in a verrrrry long time and tons of things have happened in my life and I don't really faithfully keep a journal anymore, so I figured I should document at least SOME things in my life these days. So I'm gonna write about me and Felipe's trip to Cali the weekend before school started.

Felipe's from Santiago and is an international student at BYU so the main reason of our trip was to renew his passport at the Chilean Consulate in LA. We were going to go with friends but everyone backed out so it ended up being just the two of us, but was still a ton of fun! We left Thursday night, drove all night, got to LA around 4 in the morning, and waited for the consulate to open. We spent some time in a Starbucks, just chilling, while we waited. Oh Felipe drove the whole way down, living off of 5 hour energy drinks, which he swears by. Ha.

We drove around LA for a while, just looking at the sights, and also stopped by my uncle Warren's office to pick up a suitcase to bring back to Provo. But we spent at least half an hour looking for some crazy cathedral that we never did find....

After the consulate we drove down Santa Monica blvd to the Santa Monica Pier and walked around, just loving being there and seeing the ocean.

I was really sick with mono and strep and kinda hated life the whole trip, but still really had a

lot of fun. We keep saying we need to go back when I'm not sick.

We borrowed Clarke and Carolina's (Felly's sis and bro-in-law) cooler (which we have yet to return...oops) for the trip and our food all got completely water logged from the melted ice...oops you live and learn I guess. But we saved money by bringing most of our food and still used the disgusting cheese in the sandwiches. Haha

Anyways Friday we played on the beach and took the freeway up the coast to

Ventura, where

we stayed the night with my friend Jess. Driving the coast was SO PRETTY! We loved it and we just stopped at random beaches on the way to play. We were both exhausted, especially Felly from driving all night, and eventually just wanted to get to Ventura and shower and crash. And the poor guy had to put up with my bad mood from being sick (he's really good at putting up with my bad moods).

Friday night Jess took us to this restaurant in LA (we moaned when we learned we'd have to drive all the way back to LA), but it was really good. We got there around

midnight and the place was crowded. It's called Roscoe's chicken and waffles. Haha I love Jess and his restaurants.

We slept and lounged most of Saturday, then packed up and left for Santa Barbara around 5 pm. This part was maybe one of the best parts of the trip!! We drove to my old house in Goleta and took some pictures...the "new" tenants took out the huge tr

ee that was out front. Sad day. We also stopped by my old church, my old elementary school, the Santa Barbara mission, and Stern's warf and enjoyed ice cream cones, which was so fun

. All in all it was a great trip and I loved it all (except being sick, that sucked). We left LA around midnight that night, stopped to sleep a few times, and got back to Provo with time to shower before Felly's 4 pm sacrament meeting. :)

Sweat Boy

There is this boy. At work. I had a crush on him for about a year before I even talked to him. His name is Sean but I have the hardest time remembering his name and always think that it's Andrew. Anyways, my roommates and I always refer to him as sweat boy, not because he's gross and sweaty, but because I used to have this insane reaction to this completely unfounded attraction and would start sweating whenever I saw him. Ridiculous, I know. That lasted a couple weeks and then I was just tired of it and got over it. Girls are so silly.

On a side note, I have this great nail polish (thank you mom and tim) that is glittery and silver, but turns pink when I'm in the sun. This is my favorite thing!! I love to keep one hand in my pocket when walking so I can compare the two colors when I'm back indoors--the pink on one hand and the silvery glitter on the other. Anyways, I was walking home with a friend the other day and I showed him my nails and told him how excited I was whenever they turned pink. He said it was the girliest thing he had ever heard of. Right. I didn't think I was that girly....

Carrier Pigeon?

My roommate Stacie is dating her ex-boyfriend again. It's not that uncommon around here. But we all love him and they're happy and it's great and everyone's fine. But this guy she's dating, Seth, has an old roommate, Travis. I went downstairs into the kitchen about a week ago to find Seth and Stacie conspiring in whispers, and looking pleased when they saw me descending the steps. Would I like to be set up with someone? Um....I guess...sure. Great! You and Travis will have so much fun.

I have a lot of fun interacting with Seth and Stacie. We all have the same kind of humor: dry, witty, clever, and yes, very sarcastic. After talking a little bit I realized why Seth and Stacie were so pleased for this set up--Travis doesn't understand sarcasm. Oh dear. S&S kept saying how Travis did not deserve me and how excited they are for us and how they're going to love watching us interact (we're gonna double).

So last night Seth called Travis and asked Travis if he was ready to feel extremely awkward, then handed me the phone. I accepted the phone while glaring Seth down. Hello? Hi. (Travis sounds like my home teacher Jaron.) Travis says "Seth said you wanted carrier pigeons, sorry I couldn't do that..." Yeah, Seth asked me how I wanted Travis to ask me out, and I responded carrier pigeons. Thanks Seth. "oh yeah that's fine, smoke signals will work great." "what will work?" "um...smoke signals...don't worry about it". Poor Travis. I'll have to tone myself down a bit for him on Friday, I think. So we had an awkward conversation, our momentarily dislike towards Seth being the only uniting factor. S&S like to repeat that Travis is very philosophical. Stacie suggests I jump right in asking him about evolution and the gospel. I anticipate having a lot of fun with this....

Social Psychology

Rocky is in my social psychology class. THE Rocky. Legend of the 80's Rocky. He plays for BYU football and his neck is thicker than my thigh. He struggles with putting four words together. He giggles, a low, reverberating giggle, but a giggle nonetheless. I love watching him in class and just like his interactions with other people, like when he came into class with sunflower seeds and offered them to those sitting around him, spittle and shell stuck to his face. Or the time our professor asked him if he had a girlfriend and he sheepishly answered no. I love listening to him talk. It's fascinating. My favorite moment was when I walked past his desk and noticed that he writes his notes in cursive. Rocky writes in cursive.

My professor in that class is very quirky, but not as fascinating. He may be as off as "Rocky", but he gets on my nerves while Rocky is entertainment. My professor is in his mid-sixties and loves to commit social blunders to get rises out of people. For example, we took a test in class a couple weeks ago (in class because he forgot to schedule it in the testing center) and he sat at his podium in the corner, legs crossed, shoes off, sporting his rainbow colored toe socks. Or when he confides in us that he wears sneakers to church. Or when he delights in embarrassing students (specifically enjoys commenting when he notices students flirting in class). I have learned from him that if I don't study well for my tests, I will be left "whimpering in my beer".

This is my class. I usually skip it about once a week. It's my only class on Mondays and Fridays, so it makes for an easy three day weekend. To make it easier, the lectures don't tell me anything the reading doesn't, and one of the books he assigned for the class is really enjoyable to read. Could it get any better?