I would rather be in Powell

Pretty sure that every day I think this phrase:

I would rather be in Powell.

Why?  Because Lake Powell is heaven on earth.  I went for my first time last October and I fell in love.  I've never had a more amazing time anywhere in my life!  Which is crazy considering it's only 6 or so hours from where I live.  But, it's an incredible place, and I want to go there so badly right now.  Except I'd freeze.  So, I'm hoping I'll be able to go at least once this summer, if not more than once!  I love Lake Powell!

tall-

it would be as easy as breathing.

-short

I'm losing my mind probably

Look at me, blogging so often. Aren't you proud of me?  You should be haha.

You know that stereotype: Women are bad drivers.
?

false.

My experience lately has been just the opposite.  Men are bad drivers.  Maybe it's because they are bad at multitasking, maybe it's because they are naturally more...dangerous (not sure what word I was looking for there)...people than women are.  But I've noticed that the guys I've gone on dates with, or just ridden in a car with are all...not so good drivers.  They speed, stop 1 centimeter behind the car in front of them, etc.  Maybe I'm just saying this because I'm supposedly a "grandma driver" and so I think anything 5 miles over the speed limit is speeding (that's sort of an exaggeration...) but nonetheless, I've been in the car with quite a few scary drivers lately, and I thought I would just say that I think women are better drivers than men.  Period.

Though with that said - I would rather ride in the car with a guy driving then have to drive myself.
I hate driving.
My good friends know this.  Ever since a giant UTA bus smashed into my beastly tank Durango, I have been terrified of driving.  I hate it!

You know when you open yourself up to someone, trust them more than you ever have trusted anyone before.  Share your mind, your thoughts, hopes, dreams.  Everything?  And then it all comes crashing down and you can't figure out if the short fairy tale really did happen or if it was actually a dream? And then you talk to said person and realize that everything you felt----feel for them hasn't gone away and probably won't no matter how much you mask it?  No matter how much you pretend to everyone that the bandage on your broken heart is actually the strongest bandage ever invented, though in reality there isn't really a bandage on your heart and you just pretend and come off strong to everyone so that they don't ask questions? And because your problems don't matter anymore since it's been such a long time?  Well...anyway. It still hurts. Always will I think.

Did that even make sense?
I'm losing my mind probably.

story of a college student's life

What I should be doing right now:
-working on my paper for mass comm.

What I am actually doing right now:
-well, I just changed up my blog background (tell me what you think, readers. All 0 of you). And I'm intermittently writing my paper, texting, and listening to the Glee soundtrack (which I am now obsessed with!)

Computers are distracting things and should never have been invented.  Okay, wait. I love my computer. But blogger and facebook are distracting and make it so I wind up never doing my homework. I lack the proper motivation and all that jazz.  (I just tried spelling jazz with two x's. It's been a long day)

Today I discovered that if you are trying to write something down while someone else is saying another thing, writing down your original thought is quite difficult. Explanation is simply this- today I was in the library tabling for the Muss board.  The fliers were all printed with one tiny mistake on them so Keith and I were going through a bunch of fliers and making the correction (which was changing a Z to an H).  Simple task, you would think.  But he was talking to Jordan and said "Ugh, I wrote down an E!" Guess what I did?  Wrote down an E.  Well, almost. I corrected myself.  Then I realized that I kept almost writing a 10 (similar to H, don't you think?) and I mentioned that and the next thing I knew Keith and Jordan were laughing their heads off because Keith had written a 10.  So...be careful what you say around people who are writing things down. They may write down what you said!

Anyway, the story of my life these days is bowling higher than a 50, seeing someone on campus and hoping for a hello even though I should know by now the hello will never come, watching someone walk out of the institute and having to constantly do other things so as to distract myself from thinking about said person too much, taking midterms and writing papers, wishing I hung out with my Beta girls more, and being constantly tired.
Story of a college student's life.

haircut

I got a haircut today.  It's shorter than I might like - the lady kinda cut it to the awkward length between short and long.....but I guess it'll grow back pretty fast.  Fingers crossed.  But I got bangs too..shorter ones anyway....and I think they'll take some getting used to as well.  These photos are not very flattering, but I had to show you all.
So, happy early St. Patrick's day or late President's day or something. You get ugly pictures of me. Sometimes I hate getting a haircut because when I get home my family just stares at me with huge bug eyes like I have some deformity on my face. Rather annoying.
Anyway, right now I'm sitting in my room trying to avoid studying for the midterm I have tomorrow....ugh
And there is a man working on the heater right behind me. Why? Because my mom insisted on me leaving my door open - so now he has a clear view of what I'm doing. Awkward? Yes!

have a good day.

97 in bowling today. Not too shabby I guess.  Still not as awesome as my 132 last Thursday haha. Yes I scored 132, it's fine. It's okay to be jealous. haha love

dear you,

I had a crush on you not too long ago.  But then I fell in love with someone else.  When he broke my heart I thought it could never be healed. But then you held me for a brief moment, and I thought maybe, just maybe, you'd healed my broken heart.
Guess I still haven't gotten over that crush on you.
Maybe you should do something about that.
-me

19 Minutes --> bang, bang, you're dead

 I'm a book junkie. I read read read all the time. Pretty sure I spent all of last weekend reading all the books that weren't for school. Because I'm supposed to be reading "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest"...don't worry.  I didn't.  What I did spend most of my time reading this weekend is a book that was recommended to me by both Jaime and Jocelyn.  It's by one of my favorite authors, Jodi Picoult (she wrote My Sister's Keeper which is now a movie starring Cameron Diaz and Abigail Breslin (spell?)).  It's called Nineteen Minutes and is about the effects of a school shooting.  Based mainly on Josie Cormier, her mother who is a judge, and Peter Houghton (the bullied nerd turned killer), this tear-jerking, incredible novel had me hooked from page one.  It's an amazing story, and I recommend it to you all. If you want a good read, find this book somewhere, because you will absolutely LOVE IT! I think one of the reasons I loved it so much is because it connected me to a play I was in my senior year of high school called "Bang, Bang, You're Dead".  This play is also about the effects of a school shooting, focusing on the central character, Josh, and mainly playing off of his regret in prison as the 5 students he killed come back to ask him why they were the ones he decided to kill and his memories of his parents remind him of why he killed them too. It's a moving, thought provoking, extremely sad play that has forever united the small cast from East High who put this incredible show on. I am so glad I've never had to experience anything as traumatizing as a school shooting - but these works moved me.  They are incredible. So I recommend reading the book.  I wish I had a recording of "Bang, Bang, You're Dead" to watch, since maybe watching it, and being in it, are two different experiences.  But anyway, read the book.  It's very good.

I'm also trying to decide - should I cut my hair shorter? Or what should I do different to my hair? I want a change.... I need your opinion. Lettt me know what you think!  Plus give suggestions for styles please! I'm open to anything!

work work work

As you may know, I happen to be employed at Bath and Body Works. I love my job!  Recently we have put out new product to welcome in spring...yada yada yada. Which is great, yay spring! But so so bad because it says "Hey, Kristin. You are now obsessed with this new fragrance and must by it." To which I say "No! No buying!" But give in anyway because I somehow talk myself into thinking that a few more bottles of lotion won't hurt - oh and neither will a wallflower, a candle, and a scented oil. Oh wait...now I have all this product sitting in my room doing nothing.  This lovely bottle of lotion is called Island Mimosa. Brand spanking new - been on the shelves for maybe a week...okay maybe two. I dunno. Anyway..... I now own 4 bottles of the lotion and 2 cans of the body mist. Obsessed much? You could say so. My excuse for buying so many (of which more purchases will most likely be made) is "What if we stop making it? It's my new favorite! My new signature smell! I'm saving it for summer! But I have to buy more so that I will always have some!"  Dork? Absolutely!  But...it's yummy. Come in and smell it! You'll probably become obsessed too...but all the product will be gone because I am buying all the rest of it with all the money that I have. Mwahahahahaha!

We also have put out brand new home fragrance scents. Spring and summery happy scents that I am obsessed with. Again, obsession. BAD. What is my favorite you ask? Oh, let me tell you! It is called Caribbean Escape. It's flowery and coconuty and it's soo yummy!  Don't worry, I have a candle, room spray, oil, and wallflower in it already. No fear, I'll get more. It's another scent I'm saving for summer because it is a very summery scent, and I'm excited for my room to smell like it!

That's what I do at work. I shop. Pretty great, huh?