Hey, it’s OK…

Hello humans. It’s been a while hasn’t it? In the past month I have written so many drafts and jotted so many notes of potential posts but I never got around to actually posting them. Sorry not sorry. I’ve been busy/tired. When I’m done nannying usually I just want to get in sweats and watch TV. Or watch my ceiling. I never knew that taking care of children would wear me out so much. How do our moms do it? PS Mother’s Day is in a week. Hopefully you’ve gotten/thought about what you are getting for your mom or legal guardian.

I’ve officially been here for 2 months. It kind of feels like I’ve been here for years, but at other times it feels like I just got here yesterday. But the longer I am here, the more I love it. Today I took a couple hour drive through the countryside. Driving through the tree-lined roads is so calming. I think It’s going to be my new Sunday afternoon ritual.

In every issue of Glamour there is an article titled “Hey, It’s OK…” I am going to completely steal that idea for this post. Sue me. (I’m kidding, don’t.)

Hey, it’s OK to wear your sweaters tied around your waist. It’s fashion functionality at its finest.

Hey, it’s OK to be blinded by a great beard and forget to get to know the person behind the scruff. Be very careful when falling for the bearded folk. I’ve learned that it’s completely possible to be in love with a beard. So check yourself before you wreck yourself and come to the realization that when dating a beard, you also have to date the owner.

Hey, it’s OK to watch Justin Bieber’s Boyfriend music video 20 times. No matter how many times you’ve watched it, chances are I still will have watched it more.

Hey, it’s OK if you haven’t read the Hunger Games trilogy yet. Guess what? I haven’t either.

Hey, it’s OK for My Chemical Romance to still hold a special place in your heart.

Hey, it’s OK to spend your Friday night Skyping with your family.

Hey, it’s OK to care more about the relationships on New Girl, than the relationships in your own life. Could Nick and Jess get together already?!

Hey, it’s OK to have a crush on Miley Cyrus. #GiveMeYourClosetMiley

Hey, it’s OK to want to go to Disneyland more than Europe. I just need that place in my life right now.

Hey, it’s OK to spend an entire paycheck at Barnes and Noble. (Make sure you buy The Happiness Project while you are there. SUCH a good read.)

Hey, it’s OK to want to see The Lucky One over and over again. Hello Zac Efron, it’s Kinzie. I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to get married?

Hey, it’s OK to skip buying organic because of a couple dollar cost difference. Sorry but I’m not spending $5 on grape juice.

Hey, it’s OK to feel like a hero after squishing the spider that everyone else was screaming about.

Hey, it’s OK to instead be the screaming damsel in distress when you see a spider. They aren’t the worst critters around but they are definitely up there in my list.

Hey, it’s OK to feel annoying after using the term annoying. Annoying is a really annoying word kinda.

Hey, it’s OK to still get a kick out of watching cartoons on a Saturday morning.

Hey, it’s not OK to avoid talking with someone in the real world, who you are totes besties with while texting/tweeting/facebooking. Read more about that here. Lex explains it perfectly.

Hey, it’s not OK to bash on other people’s religion. End of story.

Hey, it’s not OK to accuse somebody of having “bad music taste”. They could have different music taste, but not bad.

Hey, it’s not OK to eat 4 caramel apples in one day. Definitely seemed OK at the time, but definitely regretted it later.

Hey, it’s not OK to educationally critique every movie you watch. Just relax and let it entertain your for an hour and a half. And if you are dying to critique it, then fine. Just keep your comments to yourself.

Today was a good day. Heck, everyday is a good day. Here’s to making Summer 2012 the most fabulous one yet! Cheers!

Kinzie

 

The heart wants what the heart wants

I always have such a hard time with the introductory paragraph to a blog post. I want to catch your attention so you continue reading further, but sometimes when I am trying to hook you I end up making the post sound more like an formal essay than a casual post for all my friends to read and enjoy. So here’s my introductory paragraph. Basically, read this. I am going out on a limb by saying some of these personal thoughts and opinions. I don’t normally talk about the thing called love. I’m pretty sure that I have love in my heart, but sometimes I am just scared to show it because the chance of getting hurt. So here goes nothing. And by nothing, I mean a lot.

I don’t know what it is about my life lately, but I really feel like I am becoming someone. I know who I am and who I want to become. I don’t know if that’s because I moved out of my house, or maybe because I’m living 2000+ miles from home. Either way whatever’s happening is good. I’m happy and that’s all that matters right?

Are you single? Are you sad with how you answered that question? I hope not. You shouldn’t be sad to be single. But you shouldn’t be sad to be in a relationship either. So first off, do a quick attitude check. Whining about your relationship status isn’t going to attract any good into your life. Now there is a difference between whining about being single versus wishing to be in love. Having positive vibes towards the thought of being in a relationship is going to bring love into your life eventually. But if every other tweet is “Omg I’m so bored and single” then first of all LOL. Second of all with that kind of attitude you are never gonna get what you want.

I can already feel myself sounding negative. I can’t figure out why when I write I sound so irritated. I’m not mad when I’m writing. I’m just excited. So don’t take my voice as rude, I’m just laying out my thoughts as they pour out of my brain.

Okay back to the relationship status. Now let’s say you are in a relationship. And you are wishing to be single. Obviously the person that you are dating is not the one for you so break it off. If you are in love you would never wish to be single. Or maybe you and your boyfriend need a change. Need something to remember why you are in love. Just change it up a little. Or a lot. Just change something so that you are happy.

Have you ever had a little crush on someone but never pursued it because you believed that person was out of your “league”? PLEASE STOP THINKING LIKE THAT. A league is defined as a group of sports teams or individual athletes that compete against each other in a specific sport. So the only time I want to hear you say that someone is out of your league, is if you are referring to a person that is on a sports team that you compete against. And still, go for them. I don’t care if her brother is in the Met’s and you play for the Yankees. Don’t let a silly thing like that hold you back. Leagues do not exist in love. When I hear that someone feels that their crush is out of their “league”, it truly makes me sad for them. Maybe you two won’t work out but it has nothing to do with “leagues”. Give it a shot. Just remember the heart wants what the heart wants, even if they are on a different sports team than you. And remember that you are great. And if that person doesn’t appreciate you for who you are, then they don’t deserve you.

On the contrary I do believe that you should “date up”. What I mean by that is you should date someone who’s a lot better than you at certain things because in turn it makes you want to work towards their level. Because of their strong testimony in the church, they make you wanna go home and read the whole Book of Mormon in a week. Or because of their vast knowledge, you wanna read dictionaries before you go to sleep instead of watching your usual Gossip Girl or Family Guy episode. Date someone who makes you want to be the best you possible. And you might feel like they are too good for you, but that’s okay. Keep working on yourself and go for it. Because you are good enough for them. But do not use the word league. Please and thank you.

Girls, I know you’ve had a time when you can tell that your friend is falling hard for the band geek. And for some reason that friend refuses to admit it. Why? We know she’s in love. Or at least in really deep like. Okay now think of the time that your friend started talking to that boy. What was the first thing you wanted to know? His name so you could go look at him on FB? To see if he was cute? It’s the natural reaction right? And what did you do when you looked through his profile pictures? “OMG he’s a nerd!!” We need to stop doing that. Because first of all, boys suck at having pictures that show their cuteness on FB huh? Secondly, it doesn’t matter if we think they are gorgeous, if our BFF is falling hard for them we should support her and be someone that she can tell her crush to. So, if you are crushing on the local neighborhood nerd, just tell your friends. They might make fun of you at first, but they just truly want you happy. Also, if your friend is talking to a boy, ask about how she feels about him, rather than wondering what he looks like. Just remember, her heart wants what it’s wants, and don’t you want her to be comfortable spilling her feelings to you?

We’ve all talked about our perfect partner. And it’s fun. It’s fun to find out what people find really attractive in the opposite gender. But when it all comes down to it, I just want someone who makes me realize all of the traits that I need in a husband because he has all of them. “Before you walked into my life I missed you so bad” is one of the best lines of music ever written. (Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen. Go look it up. It’s a lil obnoxious but so much fun.) I can’t say I don’t have a list, because I do. I should throw it away huh? Because when picturing my perfect guy I can’t do it. I just haven’t met him yet. And we can’t create the perfect person. But we can create a perfect life with the person who is perfect for us. Chances are, if you and I go on a road trip I’ll tell you to describe your perfect spouse and that’s fine. It’s fun and just a carefree traveling conversation. Not too serious. But when it becomes serious is when you won’t give someone a chance because they are not your “type”. Along with “leagues” is my feelings on the topic of “types”. Obviously you don’t know your type or you wouldn’t be single right now. Give everyone a chance. Who are you to tell someone that they don’t deserve you? Who are you to tell someone that they aren’t your type? Nobody wants to date someone if they have to fit into a certain mold. No two people in this world are completely alike. And types don’t exist. So give everyone a chance. You never know, the jock might pleasantly surprise you. He’s not as shallow as you thought. And yes the heart wants what the heart wants, but sometimes we can accidentally train our heart to stick to a certain group of people. And that’s not fun for anyone.

I know of so many people who have twisted views on love because of their own screwed up relationships or their parents’ screwed up relationship. I am so lucky that my mom and dad are still in love to this day and I feel so bad for kids who have had to go through a divorce. Like honestly, hats off to you because I don’t know how I would deal with that. A lot of times, because of the mistakes that we, or other people, have made in relationships, we lose hope. Dumbness is dumb. And sometimes it makes us feel dumb. And sometimes it makes us feel like we need to eat a whole carton of ice cream. And two king-size bags of peanut butter M & M’s. And seven corn dogs. And a little bit of emotional eating is okay. And a little bit of crying and being pissed is okay. But the time comes when after we have cried a river, we need to build a bridge and get over it. Come on, we’ve known that since grade school. And if you’ve been through a tough break up, your next relationship should be even better. Because you know what it feels like to feel so hurt, you should appreciate so much, how it feels to be loved. And even if you’ve been hurt, go into all your relationships whole-heartedly. No don’t wear your heart on your sleeve but don’t leave it locked away either. Maybe put it in your pocket and wait to give it to someone until they have earned quite a bit of your trust. And maybe they will break your heart too. But it will always heal stronger than before. Learn to learn from their mistakes and move on. You deserve the best. And don’t ever tell yourself anything different.

Wow this is kind of a hefty post huh? I’m really opening up. I’m definitely going to need a Diet Coke after this one. Okay but I’m not done. I have one more little spiel.

Compliments are fun. Someone telling you that your shoes are awesome can make your day right? What about someone telling you that you have such a great style. Could possibly make your week? Wanna know what absolutely makes my life? My two very most favorite compliments to recieve? I’ve been thinking about them a lot and discussed them with friends and they were appalled kinda but as long as I’m spilling my heart I might as well tell you everything. If someone tells me they think I am funny they automatically make it to my list of the best people alive. I would so much rather have them say that then tell me I’m pretty or that I smell nice or that I have a cute smile. Knowing that I make someone LOL occasionally makes my life. Ready for my next fave compliment? It’s even weirder. When someone tells me they think I am a good driver I love it. And if someone appreciates that I can drive stick shift, I love that too. Knowing that you feel comfortable relaxing while I drive is such a great achievement. And this kind of applies more to boys because they tend to think girls suck as far as driving goes so I love it when they say I’m good at it. Weird huh? Maybe the reason I love both those compliments is because I’m looking for a funny guy, that drives like Vin Diesel. Or maybe it’s just ’cause I’m weird. Probably just the weird part huh?

Oh yeah, one last thing. I want you to think of every single person in your life. Think of all the people that have impacted you in a positive way. As I’m writing this I can think of 10+ people who’ve changed my life for the better and they have no idea that they’ve helped me grow. Think of how great you would feel if you knew that you had impacted someone’s life positively. And that you made a difference big enough that they thanked you for it. It may be a teacher from school, or maybe it’s a random person who you had a conversation with during Sunday School. Just let them know. With technology, it’s not that hard to send a quick text or FB message. It’s not creepy. No matter who the sender, I would be stoked to know that I made a difference in someone’s life. I think the main purpose in this life is to help others become the best version of themselves. And through helping others realize their potential and worth, we will become the best version of ourselves. And that’s the key to true happiness.

Yes I’m single. And I’ve been single for most of my life. And I’m happy. But I know I would be even happier in a relationship. And I know that love is going to walk into my life one day, not because I’m looking for it, not because I tweeted the night before about wishing I had a cuddle buddy, but because I let love find me. Because I am being the person I hope to find, and out of the 7 billion people in the world, there will be that one guy who isn’t perfect, and maybe isn’t what I was expecting, but is perfect for me. And we are perfect together.

Cheers from New Joyzee.

Kinzie

The Joys of New Joyzee

Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. That line is about as cliche as it gets huh? But guess what? Cliches are overused for a reason.

I’m glad that it’s not easy though. Because every single time we challenge ourselves we come out a better person right? Let’s hope so.

OK where should I start?

• Yesterday I flew out of Las Vegas into NYC. Flying over NY was the best thing to happen to me. I need to get there ASAP. Like it gives me butterflies even thinking about it.

• Oh, also. An African took my window seat on the plane and I was pissed. I contemplated confronting him about the issue, but instead I sucked it up and sat sandwiched between him and a raging angry gay man. Now I’m not trying to be racist or prejudiced but holy culture. Like I’m really stepping it up in NJ. The entire plain ride the African was mumbling “this is such a &$%#ing long flight” and the gay man kept giving me mad looks. The good news is the African had to take a bathroom break so guess who got up and scooted into his seat. That’s right. This girl. Just in time, thankfully, before we flew over NYC.

• The man who shuttled me was an Iranian who had a lisp. We were in a HUGE van and he weaved in and out of traffic like a crazy man. Let’s just say glad to have that experience over with.

• The family I am living with is so personable and friendly. Today was kind of a weird lazy day but tomorrow is our first real day so I’m nervous.

• I am SO thirsty all the time. I’ve never drank more water in my whole life. It’s freeeeeeeaky.

• Okay I think the dad just fell down the stairs. #lol

• I go to sleep staring at a Beatles print of a yellow submarine. So of course it’s constantly stuck in my head, I can’t decide if I’m happy about it.

• For breakfast we had turkey bacon and whole wheat pancakes. I can already tell this family is anti-corn dog and I don’t quite know what to do about it.

• I really miss everyone so much. Like it’s only been two days so it’s more that the idea of not seeing them for months is what’s freaking me out. I may or may not have teared up in the shower wishing that I was with my friends watching “What About Bob”. We’ve never even watched it before, or talked about it but I just know that if we watched it, that it would be a riot.

I’m already realizing how important it is going to be for me to make friends. Because I miss mine so much. And reading twitter only makes it harder kinda. Like I just want to be there to go to the four corners with you guys and fall asleep in each other’s houses.

First weekend down, who knows how many more. But here’s to making the best of it!!

I miss you all. Love you all. See you soon. Cheers!

I’m just so happy

It is so easy for me to be negative. And once I start with the negativity, it is so hard for me to stop. But the same goes for positive vibes. Once I get a smile on my face, it’s nearly impossible for anybody to change it to a frown.

P.S. Sorry that this post is just kind of an update on my life. I always swore that I would never blog like this, but I felt like it today so yeah. Hopefully you can still get some laughs from my real-life situations. 

Why I’m high on life:

• I have a roomie now. I went from never being allowed to have sleepovers to having one every single night. Last night I was asking her how you tell if you like someone more than a friend (stop judging me) and this is how she explained it to me. “Well, if when you are putting on eyeshadow you think to yourself, ‘I hope he likes my eyeshadow’ then you know that you like him more than a friend.” These are the kinds of conversations we have nightly. Don’t you wish you lived with us too? Also matching kitten shirts:

• In the past week I have acquired coupons for a free cookie from Subway, free Grand Slam from Denny’s, and 4 free tacos from Del Taco. OMG huh?

• Through a series of events I have realized that I am very much in charge of my own life. Yes people have certain expectations for what I should do, but I don’t have to follow those at all. It’s really invigorating actually.

• This past weekend me and some friends went on a road trip to Orem. We literally decided to go hours before we left. Mostly the trip consisted of long conversations/arguments plus or minus a few broken ankles, wrestling matches, and “Are you kidding me?” looks. I don’t know how everyone feels about this trip. (One is getting an emergency surgery literally right now because of the ankle he broke in Orem. Good luck to him huh?) But minus all the mishaps and singlets it was good..
Sample conversation from Orem:
B: “It’s freezing!”
L: “No it’s not!”
B: “Well, you are wearing a leather jacket.”
L: “That’s irrelevant.”
B gives the “Are you kidding me?” face to L.

• Imagine parties, presents, and friends. Throw in a disturbingly creepy orphan and Cedar City then you have my Valentine’s Day. #NotMad

• Fun.’s new album. Haters gonna hate, but I’m going to continue to love. I’m stoked off my ace about it.

• Yesterday was Mardi Gras. Did I do anything crazy? No. Was it my luckiest day to this point in my life? Quite possibly. I found $3 in my purse and hit nearly every green light when I was driving home from work.

• Holy crap I just bit into the best lemon cupcake I’ve ever had!

• I bought a purse that has literally changed my life. It’s gorgeous.

• The more that you get to know someone, the more you care about them. My roomie has the squishiest heart and it’s contagious. When you get to know people you realize that they deserve to be cared about just as much as any of your friends do. Give someone who you normally hate, a chance. You won’t regret it.

• Iceberg corn dog kid’s meal. Best thing ever. End of story.

• I’m moving to New Jersey. In 2 weeks. For 6+ months. I got a job to be a live-in nanny for the cutest family. The town I will be living in is an hour away from NYC and 45 minutes away from Philly. OMG HUH? So we need to hang out. Yes. Me & you. Because chances are I won’t see you for a really long time. I really want to go to an arcade. So like let’s go? Cooooooooooooooooooooool.

• I care so much about all of my friends. They are the greatest people in this whole world. I can’t put into words how much I’m going to miss them. ♥♥

I’m just so happy. Honestly. And I love you so so much! Please let’s play before I leave!

Cheers!

A Normal Kid’s Guide to Being a Hipster

I am not a hipster. Nor do I ever want to be. I went through that stage faster than you can say, “cool wolf shirt” but as an effort to stop the lousy wannabes out there I wrote this list to help you discover your true inner hipster deep down within the chambers of your heart. And note that I said true hipster. So throw away your fake glasses from Wal-Mart. Literally. Stop reading for a sec and go throw them away.

And I’m sure none of this is new to you because you’ve probably seen your basic neighborhood hipster do all these things. As different and unique as they try to be, deep down all hipsters are the same.

#1. Your life is one big ironic fashion statement. You haven’t ever played basketball but you still rock a Chicago Bulls beanie. You wear a vintage D.A.R.E. shirt but we are all aware of what you do on the weekends. Just say no?

#2. Do your homework on pop culture. Watch popular flicks, listen to top 40 radio, read the best selling books, just so you can mock them. How could you hate Avatar without seeing it first? (But honestly it was just Pocahontas and video games mushed together. Good thing it won so many awards right?) Just remember that appreciating a piece of popular culture is hipster suicide.

#3. Twitter’s neat for tweeting short quotes from foreign films but that’s about it. And also you should probably tweet about how bummed you are that you didn’t get tickets to Coachella, even if you don’t care.

#4. Frequent thrift stores, Urban Outfitters, and American Apparel. Nothing like some vintage high-waisted Levi’s. Gas stations are a hipster’s dream. Try to score a Native American detailed satchel. Also make sure to keep a keen eye out for any clothes from the early 90’s. Faded jeans, dull colored baggy shirts, and woven leathers belts are prime. Make sure to avoid 5-7-9, Wet Seal, and Baby Bash. (Even non-hipsters should avoid those stores. They should stay in 2003 where they belong.)

#5. Be thrifty. The dollar menu at McDonald’s is your best friend. Dive into the bargain bins at Wal-Mart. Eternal Sunshine For The Spotless Mind for $5? Outrageous! Movie party ASAP.

#6. For men, facial hair is a must. For girls, those fake mustaches are cheesy and people have started having them at receptions. Do you really want to be wearing a cheap wedding favor around? Leave the facial hair to the boys, ladies.

#7. Strive your very hardest to find the weirdest possible music out there. Primitive animal mating calls in the background? Perfect.

#8. No matter how much you love a musical artist, once you hear them on the radio, they are dead to you. Maybe “They got so dumb once they made it big” or “Their music is so generic now”. Or maybe you never even liked them in the first place. Your choice.

#9. Enjoy photography, especially when combined with weird filters and edits. Picture looks a little weird? No it looks so cool. I never knew you were an artist!

#10.  Avoid driving cars. Ride your bike and public transportation as much as possible. Also lay off on the beach cruisers. (Stop buying them PLEASE. This has nothing to do with hipster ways. This is just to all my peeps in general. And gosh,  stop trying to ride your single speed cruisers up hilly roads. I get embarrassed for you!) But anyways, city buses will smell like sweat and be crammed full of creeps but that’s what draws you in.

#11. Go on frequent coffee shop visits. Free wi-fi so don’t forget your MacBook.

#12.  Hide your emotions. Your grandma died? Respond simply with an, “Oh.” Your favorite underground band is coming to your favorite undiscovered venue? “Cool.” You dropped your chicken McNuggets? “Damn.” (Things can get slightly frisky when McDonald’s is involved. 10-second-rule? Totally applies. Dust them nuggets off.)

#13.  Don’t EVER refer to yourself as a hipster. Immediate poser alert. Do you want the cold shoulder from your local hipster community? If you are accused, deny it. Say anything to weasel your way out.

#14. Arizona Green Tea. Drink it. Love it.

#15. Strive to passionately hate everything. Common hipster hating items include: religion, school, the government, meat-eaters, etc.

Haters gonna hate. Hipster haters annoy me even more than hipster wannabes. I think hating on hipsters could maybe be the next fringe movement. And I’m definitely not down for that. Let everyone get their freak on K?

Except this lady seems legit:

 

Thirty, flirty, and thriving

This is real, this is me #30ThingsAboutMe:

1. Smiley faces are only okay if they have a nose. :-{D (Mustache optional)

2. I’m in the process of changing my major to music. HECK YES FOLKS. When I figured out that I was doing this, my life finally felt like it was going in a place that I wanted it to. Thank the heavens right?

3. I use the term boyfriend very lightly. Even ask my sister. The word boyfriend = a boy that is sort of my friend who is a cutie. Maybe one of my boyfriends is reading this right now. Hi boyfriend.

4. I think butt cheeks are hilarious. As I type this I am giggling to myself just thinking about them. Judge me mature hipsters.

5. I believe that species have evolved. AKA evolution. And if you don’t believe in that you are an ignorant idiot because it has been proven. But I do not believe that men evolved from monkeys. There is a missing link for a reason. Because there is no link connecting the two. Okay next.

6. When I hear big groups of black people singing it gives me the chills. Church choirs and stuff. Yeah that shi cray.

7. I hate wonder tees (cap sleeve undershirts) with a passion. Modesty is cool but cap sleeves aren’t. You are giving modesty a bad rep, people.

8. Cyber friendships are a blast! I have so many people that I genuinely care for that I haven’t even hung out with in real life. But on a different note, I hate when you are way friendly on cyberspace but then in real life you are so boring. You all know what I’m talking about.

9. It is my biggest pet peeve when people don’t tip well. Karma’s a beezy and one day you are going to end up being a waiter/waitress getting crappy tips.

10. Smart guys are so hot.

11. I always swore that I would never tweet song lyrics, but then all of the sudden songs got really relatable! I just always am so tempted to tweet “I’m sexy and I know it!” LMFAO is reason enough to hate our generation..

12. Sometimes if I think you are really cute then I get a little shy and nervous. And this doesn’t happen often. So if I am acting a little shy around you, you best know that I think you’re a smokin’ hot babe.

13. Please know what political party you belong to. If you don’t know the difference between a democrat and a republican go learn and choose your side. Or like go hipster and be independent. But don’t say you don’t care. Because this is your country so you need to care. USA USA USA USA.

14. I HATE FORCED TEXT CONVERSATIONS. If the conversation isn’t feeling natural then I’m out.

15. Also I suck at texting back. And calling back. A lot of times I don’t have my phone with me and then I’ll find it days later with like missed calls and messages and at that point I plan on responding but just get way too bored. Sorry.

16. I have dreams about the most random people ever. If I even saw your name on twitter that night before I went to bed chances are I had a dream that we did some crazy shi. And by crazy shi I mean going to KFC and then playing chess. I’ve literally had that dream before. Fun huh?

17. Hands Down by Dashboard Confessional will forever reign as the best song in the whole universe.

18. I was vegetarian for 6 months. Then I ate a burger on accident. Okay it wasn’t on accident. I was just so starved. I could never ever go back to my vegetarian ways. Meat is a little bit too yummy. But I am still a very strong believer in animal rights. No circuses, movies with animal actors, Sea World, etc.

19. My phone doesn’t have a camera. And can’t receive picture texts. So stop trying to sext me everyone! Kidding, but honestly if you try to send me a pic I can’t get it.

20. If you haven’t seen Killer Klowns from Outer Space call me and let’s watch it. It’s a classic. You bring the popcorn I’ll bring the pizza. K? #party

21. I will always care about you. Yeah you. And I will always want what’s best for you. And like I really want you to be happy. This is me being honest. Appreciate.

22. It’s not materialistic to love fashion. Fashion is art.

23. Sometimes I love Will Ferrell. The Other Guys is the funniest show on this whole planet.

24. Sometimes I hate Will Ferrell. Anchorman is the stupidest show on this whole planet.

25. I couldn’t care less about your instagram sunset photos.

26. I would never choose to watch Monsters vs. Aliens or How to Tame Your Dragon for fun, but I would watch any of the Disney classic cartoons anytime. Peter Pan, Beauty and the Beast, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Anastasia all day long.

27. Isn’t it obvious that everyone just wants to cuddle? It’s a rainy monday afternoon and 90% of my Twitter feed is taking about cuddling and watching movies. @everyone cuddle party tonight.

28. When boys are heartbroken, it is the cutest thing ever. Like we just wanna hug you and tell you everything will be alright. We love to see your emotions so stop trying to hide them like some of you do.

29. I love learning. I love it so much. And I love college. And Dixie State. #NerdyGirlProblems

30. “Our attitude towards life determines life’s attitude towards us.”

Be positive and happy guys! Life’s a riot!

Sometimes Mormon boys suck

First of all, let me say that I am a proud Latter Day Saint and I know that it is the true church of Jesus Christ. I don’t mean to be disrespectful with anything that you are about to read. And also I don’t mean to be offensive with anything I say. I probably am the only mormon girl in the whole world that thinks this way so don’t be nervous if I hate on your lack of swag. And if my mom read this I know she would tell me that I was gonna scare off nice potential boyfriends. But you know what? If you can be scared off, then I don’t want anything to do with you in the first place.

Secondly don’t take this post as me saying “I wanna get married”.  I am a strong believer in the statement that “Getting married young is like leaving the party at 9 o’clock”. I still want to have fun people. Once you get married you can’t kiss strangers, give your number out to hotties at Cafe Rio, and drive around in a convertible yelling at good-looking pedestrians. And that’s basically what my life consists of right now. (Haha, only kidding but I can’t say it doesn’t happen a lot.) But with friends all around me getting married, it’s really starting to freak me out. I can honestly say that I have never been in love. Not once. Sometimes I think that I’m gonna have to settle for a boring R.M. that likes to mow the lawn and watch BYU sports games in his free time. And that’s what’s really starting to freak me out. But like when girls say “I just really want to get married soon” it makes me wanna barf slash knock some sense into them.

My views on boys (Mormon boys in particular):

Every boy I’ve fallen for in the past has not had the same morals as me in the slightest. The past couple of people that I’ve really liked have not been wholesome. At all. And they knew they weren’t wholesome. And they weren’t ashamed of it either. They were frickin’ proud to be bad to the bone. And the thing about this situation is I was a little bit glad they were bad to the bone too. Something about a tattooed, weed-smoking, beer-drinking musician who has a freaking fabulous style turns me on. And I don’t know what I’m gonna do about it.

I’ve tried so hard, so many times, to give wholesome mormon boys a chance. And it kills me. Every nice boy that I’ve dated just starts to really gross me out. Whenever I force myself into relationship I can do it for like a week, maybe, but after a while I literally get sick to my stomach even thinking about that boy. It’s so frustrating. I wish that I could have a cute little mormon boyfriend, send him off on a mission, in two years get married, and then start popping children out. BUT THAT’S NOT ME.

And also the thing about the “ordinary mormon kid” is I’m not the kind of girl that they would want to date either. They couldn’t care less about my great music taste and passion for fashion. Their ideal girlfriend is a 5’5” girl named Rachel who babysits on the weekends to get some spending cash so she can go buy some more wonder tees from Down East. She is obsessed with golden retrievers and spinning classes at the local rec center. She loves kids and can’t wait to settle down in West Jordan in a condo and put up vinyl lettering in her family room that reads “All because two people fell in love”.

A few of you boys reading this probably wish that “Rachel” was a real person huh? Well just go to BYU and take an Education class and you’ll find plenty of “Rachels” there.

See how rude I am? But the thing is I am actually not that rude in real life. Sometimes I vent on my blog and probably because of that people think that I’m a real beezy. But I’m not. I’m generally a really nice person. There are just a few things in life that I am passionate about hating.

Maybe someday I’ll meet someone great. Or maybe I’ll just always be hooking up with the bad boys of STG. Which don’t get me wrong, I still need a couple years of bad boys before I meet Mr. Right. Bad boys know how to have fun. ;~D (Yes, I did just do the creepiest winky smiley face in the whole world. Hate on me haters.)

I guess a good way to summarize this entire blog post is: bad boys > most mormon boys. 

P.S. I tend to use the name Rachel as a generic girl name a lot. I don’t even think I know anyone named Rachel so if your name is Rachel and you are reading this, no offense to you or your name. Rachel is a lovely name. And I’m sure you are a lovely person.

P.S. X2 If you are a confident Mormon boy that has serious bad boy swag #ComeAtMe.