Back At the Beach

I had an interesting realization tonight about my blog.

In essence, i started my blog last july (ish) because some of my friends told me i was a mildly funny writer, and because i figured it'd be a good way to keep my parents off my butt while i was at college if i occasionally wrote a post about what i was doing. what didn't come to mind was the fact that i'd enjoy this way more than anticipated, so now i kind of blog like, all the time! LOL. SMILEY FACE :).

anywho, i decided that now that i'm home my audience has shifted from my parents reading about what i do at college to my college friends reading about what i do when i live with my parents. Countless hordes of cougars have begged on bended knee not only for my hand in marriage but also for a blog post. more the latter. let's not be too sketchy here.

I could saturate this post with the final moments of my freshman year of college, but i feel like my twitter has done that many times over in 140 characters or less. i've decided instead of dedicating long-winded paragraphs to my friends from freshman year, all of you hoping for a shoutout will just get a couple sentences, then we'll all get on with life.

Andrew- You're the best, don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise, and i wish i could go to germany with you, but turkey needs me. We will see each other again! Couldn't have asked for a better roommate!

Sharissa- Thanks for cooking for me, i really hope your "master plan" works out. you lucked out with whitley as a roomie.

Brandon-Fall semester you seemed like the antithesis of cool, but then you moved in and i got to know you better. Thanks for taking me to the gym and looking puny while i crush it there. try not to let any women talk to you after 10 pm, just to be safe. I miss you in a very non platonic way. good luck in africa. I guess i should talk about that chick you think you're going to marry here, but i'll resist the temptation.

Alyssa- my parents thought/think we're dating, and the more i stress to them we're not, the more they think we are. sorry babe, but you're just not my type. </3 good luck with Mat though. wait for him.

Mckenna-Thanks for all the haircuts, even though my head was a bit uneven and my hair grew weird. it's the way God made me. I'm glad you're sarcastic and can understand my humor, because most women i just have to laugh at.

Kevin- I never want to forget your two most inspirational sayings- "is she fat?" and "well....she was about a 4 out of 10."

Hannah-you probably won't read this, but you're such a great friend! thanks for deciding to come to orientation so we could be buddies in writing and american heritage, even though i was paying very close attention during all the lectures.

Jake-you rock man! good luck in Brazil. Counting on you to kick satan's butt. we've done some stuff i don't regret and some stuff i should regret but still don't. stay beautiful princess. it's more of a lust thing.

Becca- I'm not sure whether i should give you a backhanded compliment here or outright mock you, so i'll leave a big blank and you can choose. _______________________________________.


now that my touchy-feely feelings inventory is over, i'm going to share a bit about VA beach.

Life here is slightly different. there are more trees. the light switches are not high enough off the ground. little things. I've been working for my dad, which i'll probably blog about later, but tonight i had an experience i just want to archive in the annals of my internet diary that i let everyone read!

So there's this girl who used to live in my ward who is getting married saturday. the whole deal is going to be a major production. the royal wedding. so far for me though, it's been a royal pain up the butt and here's why:

I semi-volunteered to help set up some decorations for the reception earlier last night. long story short, after about 2 hours of work i found myself in the gym with a bishopric member hanging christmas lights from hula hoops hoping he wouldn't fall off the 30 foot ladder he was perched atop of with his nail gun because it'd be awkward to explain to his wife. The guy is a handyman, and we were putting up this inordinately designed network of christmas lights from the ceiling for the reception. it was a bit frustrating.  all i'm saying is that i'm either never getting married, eloping, or dying on my mission because weddings are just no fun for anyone. ANYONE. except maybe for me when i show up 23 minutes late to make my in laws sweat.