Dear my old roommates...

I had a dream about you guys last night. Perhaps I am fortelling your future. Good thing I have spellcheck so as to allow me to say the word fortelling. Anyway, I dreamt that I moved back into your house, but we all shared one big room, and Luke lived with us. Oh, and I slept in Rosemary's bed, because she was out on dates every night. For all her dates she spent hours getting her hair to look like this (see picture below).

I quit facebook today.

Because I finally realized that I am addicted, for real, and on top of that they have sick ads everywhere, and I am just not in support. But that's beside the point. I need to talk, and since Steffany is not texting me back I need some attention from you. Recently me and Jeff have started thinking about moving to Arizona. He needs a new job, and I need to be warm and have a nice tan. It had crossed my mind before, but I really didn't even consider it at all until Saturday when the girl who did my hair (I got my hair dyed, so I'm not blonde anymore. Sad, I know, but it's for the best) told me that she's from Gilbert Arizona. At first I thought oh that's nice, I bet you think you're awesome because you get a great tan any time you want, but then she started telling me how it's such a nice place to raise a family, and that there are lots of LDS people there, but still alot of diversity. That got me thinking. I have been wanting to move somewhere warm for a long time, and Jeff has family in California, so that has been a big possibility. California doesn't feel good to me when I think about it though. It seems trashy there, and kinda scary, and it's pretty far away from Utah. I kept imagining living in a big mansion, and having a bunch of gangsters break into my house and steal my family jewels. And in my imagination I was Sandra Bullock. Anyway, now that Arizona has been brought up I feel so happy and excited, and Jeff loves the idea. It has the nice warm weather that California has, and it has a nice LDS environment too. It's everything I didn't even know I wanted. Plus it's closer to Utah, so we wouldn't be too far away from family. And to top it off I found out that Sarah and Natalie (my sister and niece) and Ryan (my soon to be brother in-law) are planning to move there so that Ryan can do his physical therapy training in Phoenix. It would be so nice to have them there with us, so we wont be totally on our own in a new place. And when babies come along, for either one of us, we will have some help around. So Jeffrey has been applying for jobs, and we've been praying that he'll get one. Send some good energy our way, and I'll keep you updated on the AZ progress.
I could be living here!

Words of wisdom from a nonexpert on things that don't matter

#1. When trying on a swimsuit squint your eyes and turn to the side a little. It looks better that way.
#2. Do not go places after working out thinking that you look good. You only feel good. It is an illusion.
#3. When you are 22 it is no longer cool to blast music in your car.
#4. Do not watch an intense movie when you're already upset. You'll bite all your nails off, and have hideous hands for a week.
#5. Talk to your grandma about your problems. She knows things.
#6. On the other hand. Don't let your coworkers talk to you about their problems. They will never stop.
#7. Listen to dirty rap songs while running, and pretend that you're in the music video. It distracts you from the fact that you're actually panting, and not at all attractive, and gives you more energy to keep going.
#8. Buy yourself a treat after a long shopping trip. You deserve it. And deep down inside you know that swimming suit didn't look good on you anyway.

Joy to the World

Lately I've been exploring things that make me happy, and here's what I've come up with:

1. Vertual shopping. I go onto all my favorite expensive store's webistes and pick out what I want, add it to my cart, and then I leave. It's like trying on clothes at the store, except I don't even have to mess up my hair or explain to them that I can't actually buy the clothes. I just want to pick them out, try them on, carry them around for a while, and then leave feeling like I have new clothes. Nevermind the fact that I don't actually.

2. Green tea late's and frappuccino's from Starbucks. I feel like everyone in Starbucks loves me, and I love them for not glaring at me when I come in with sweats on every day, and my hair all over the place.

3. Not doing my hair. Brush and go. It looks ugly, but what do I care? I just wont look at myself.

4. Going to movies by myself. I can see whatever I want, whenever I want, and I don't have to be bothered with questions about what just happened, or see you glance awkwardly at me out of the corner of your eye when I cry. Maybe if I'm lucky I"ll even buy myself a chocolate dipped ice cream cone after.

5. Painting. It keeps my hands and my mind busy. Never you mind that I have no painting skills. It serves its purpose anyway.