Dear Nienie,

I'm officially breaking up with you. I used to read your blog religiously. You have a very inspiring story, and I know you have had a really hard life. But I do not want to see pictures of your kid drooling from his crusty-chocolate-snot-mouth anymore, nor do I ever want to see a montage of your dog pooping and then eating his own excrement ever again.

It's over.

Thank you, and goodnight.

Mondays

Mondays oh I hate mondays... they make me-hee so steamed.

WEEEEEEkend I wait for the WEEEEEEEEEkend. Uh uhuh uh uh uh uhhhhhh.



Will Ferrel-as-the-devil, you understand my heart.

It was warm this morning. Then it windy-ed. Then it rained. Then it snowed. Then it sunny-ed. I haven't realllllly blogged in a good ole while. I've been busy. With what you say?

• Looking for a new place to rent - I just want to live out the rest of my BYU days in a cozy and cheap little student housing house, Okay???? They are great. I'll update you when I make a final decision.
• Trying to sell my contract - Girls get crazy. That's all I'm going to say about THAT.
• Going to work - Just when I think I've heard it all, I talk to another cuckoo head that blows my mind. It keeps me on my toes.
• Going to school - All I'm going to say, is that I DOMINTATED school this semester. Straight A-'s on all my midterms so far. Booyaaah seasonal depression, Booyah.
• Working out (almost) every day - I have done 18 out of 21 days in my second attempt at the thirty day shred. But sometimes I just was sick. Or needed to rest. Or was lazy. So, I made up for lost time on Saturday by doing level 2 Twice within one hour. Holy freaking smokes. I was basically a big lump of unresponsive Jello for most of the day after that. But my legs are sexy. I can't lie.
• Watching March Madness - I have turned into a basketball-watching freakshow. Do I have a TV? No. But I have friends with TVs. AND.....ESPN.com is the BOMB. And my bracket is freaking trashed. Thanks Purdue. I had you in the championship game you hussy.
• Growing flowers - I have a feeling this attempt is going to fail yet again. But I just like it.
• Keeping my room clean. Yes. That's right. At this moment in time a pen, a belt, and my scriptures are the only things on my floor. (Okay plus one shirt and some books you can't see. But whatever.) I'm a grown up with a clean room. I seriously just took this picture on a whim while I was in the middle of writing this blog, just to illustrate my point:

Ya. I'm that awesome.

I'm also wearing a pair of jeans that were too small for me three weeks ago.

Win win win.

Quiet and Loud

I feel like there are two types of boys at BYU. The quiet gentleman, and the rowdy jerk. WHY oh WHY can't there be a rowdy gentleman? I just don't do well with quiet boys. I feel like I'm a super loud freakshow whenever I'm around them. But... I get along GREAT with semi-rowdy boys. You know. Funny and loud when its appropriate, quiet and respectful when appropriate. I've met (dated) a few of these semi-rowdy boys, and you know what? They have all been Jerkface McJerkersons. Seriously. Quiet nice boys hold the door open for me when I'm walking into a building. Semi-rowdy boys never do. Quiet nice boys don't kiss other girls faces when they are supposed to be dating only one girl. Semi-rowdy boys do. But quiet nice boys don't make my heart go all a flutter. But nice semi-rowdy boys do.

I just want a semi-rowdy boy who is not a jerk.

Thank you and goodnight.

Penguin Classics

I cannot even describe to you how badly I want every single penguin classic book in this style. They. Are. GORGEOUS. The covers are all hardback designed by Coralie Bickford-Smith. Being a bit of a bookbinder myself, these make me DROOL. Good job, Penguin, for hiring such an awesome lady to do your designs. I want I want I want.

I am way more likely to read a pretty book than a boring looking book. I am also a sucker for pretty packaging. I can't help how shallow I am when it comes to every day objects.

Giving up, Roosevelt, and Mardi Gras

This is one of my favorite quotes of all time:

Seeing as how it's mardi gras season, I decided what I'm giving up for lent and/or the rest of my life. I'm not Catholic, but I'm all about healthy change.

I'm giving up giving up.

 I mean "giving up" as in quitting, wimping out, not finishing what I've started... etc. I think this is a great idea for me. I give up on multiple things daily. Here are a few things just off the top of my head that I've given up on lately:

• I had every intention of shaving my legs yesterday. But I gave up because I was tired. Sometimes I give up mid-leg.
• I put a freshly cleaned load of laundry on my bed in hopes of putting it away before the day's end. But I gave up and put it back in the laundry basket when bedtime rolled around.
• I've given up on doing my hair for the last three days after intending to look attractive.
• I give up at least 5 games of sudoku daily. (My sudoku addiction is none of your business)
• I have musical ADD. It's rare that I ever listen to a song in its entirety.
• I started 5 "Things That Must Go" blogs and haven't finished any of them.
• I'm on day 10 of my second round of the 30 Day Shred. Because I gave up the first time after 14 days (and losing 8 pounds) because I felt like being lazy during Christmas time. Not. Acceptable. I gained it alllllllll back. And it was a total cop out because I actually liked the exercise. I just wanted to be lazy. Period.

And that is just a small sample. I'm excited for this, but I know it is also going to be taxing. I already tested myself today on my Mardi Gras resolution.

I've been feeling sick all day, and when my friends Brittany and Sam came over to do our daily shred, I *almost* stayed in my cozy little sick bed. But I remembered that it was better to suffer for a good cause than to be a can't hack it pantywaist. So I started and finished the whole workout, despite the fact that I sincerely believed that I was going to poop my pants for at least 35% of the time I spent exercising.

Like my bro Teddy Roosevelt says:

In the end, it's better to have worked out and pooped your pants than to never have worked out at all.

BYU Student Section Flash Mob

I honestly didn't think this was going to be as awesome as it turned out to be. Yay for cute BYU students!

Why Brigham, You look so fancy.

I walked past the ASB last week after it had snowed, and the Brigham Young statue looked like this:

And I immediately imagined something like this:

And it made me sooooo happy.