look at us getting healthy.

So I've been doing a little spring cleaning around here. And by that I mean operation: get a hot bod for summatime. So far, so great (cue Demi Lovato) thanks to yet another depletion of my bank account towards a gym membership!  And let's be honest here.  I needed this to happen at least 3 years ago because I have an unhealthy obsession with donuts. It's seriously the best worst habit I have.

Let's just say this: if they ever made donut flavored ice cream I'll live like two more years tops because I just love donuts a lot.  And now that I've gone on much too long about donuts...time to stop.

These are my best lady friends and I post- and pre- zumba.  I won't really go into to much detail about how uncomfortable and awkward I look when I'm trying to do zumba (think: Jennifer Grey at the beginning of Dirty Dancing) but I pride myself on the fact that some people are at home on their couch eating donuts, and that's what gets me through guys.  

So if you see me around campus with a dumb smile on my face, don't worry. I'm probably just giddy about my plans to go the gym.  

tid bits from my week:

:: the Mexican restaurant I went to today with my dad was bomb.  Like, my burrito will probably make some appearances in my dream tonight. 

:: the unbelievable amount of stuff I have to get done this week. So obviously the answer is to blog about it and not do it because that makes perfect sense to me. 

:: Florence Welch and her lungs. That's all.

:: my ever growing confusion with a boy. #wtf

:: @prodigalsam (just look him up on twitter and get back to me in a few years when you're done laughing)

...save it for a rainy day.

sometimes, it only makes sense to go to in-n-out on a tuesday night

This week, I have felt really overwhelmed and bogged down by my school and the craziness that surrounds my office at this time of year (everyone all the sudden remembers that they need 20 service hours for their class. by next week. I actually welcome the company of fellow procrastinators).  As I left my house this morning, I was completely unaware that my zipper was down and two of my buttons on my blouse were undone (I'm sure people were curious as to my morning activities). I locked myself in the tunnel in the basement of the building I work in, which is one of the scariest things because there is a wide assortment of baby dolls, old posters, and a basic recreation of your grandmother's attic. I dipped my hair in my boss's oatmeal on accident - she reacted like a champ. I on the other hand was a hot mess.  Today was the kind of day I shouldn't have left the house unless I was sure I had Yoshi and a bunch of extra lives.

Then.

Jamie Taylor.  As he was shuffling between the two offices, he paused before walking out my door and turned to me. "Um, Christina, I'll make sure and be back before you leave today.  And if I'm not, will you please come to the other office before you go home? So I can give you a hug?"

I am swooning over that boy currently.  I am sure he is blessed with this innate ability to comfort those when our Heavenly Father cannot do so.  He is such a sweet little angel in my life today (is this getting too mooshy for you yet?) and even though he asked me for a "favor", it is the biggest blessing I could have asked for. 

And that's all. 

ox/C

chee-hoo.

 

And so, just like that, another year of the BYU Luau has come and gone (remember last year?) 

 

It was such a fun couple of nights of performing!  This is our third year of doing Luau (it kind of feels like bragging rights, being able to say that.  three whole years of luau. are you impressed? it would be even better if the other dancers/instructors recognized us after all this time. but we can't have it all) and it makes Winter semester so much more enjoyable.  I mean, except for the fact that you have to wake up at f i v e - t h i r t y am.  Yes, 5:30 in the morning. Yuck, right?  Which leads me to reflect on the beauty of sleep:

one::

Pillows are soft and they make your neck feel good. They are like beautiful hugs for your head. I have many pillows on my bed because I like to pretend I am royalty as I fall asleep. You can get super soft ones and just encase your body in them. You can also use them to build a fort, but unless you’re sleeping in that fort, that’s not relevant to this post.

two::
Dreaming has got to be the raddest thing out there. Like, I just want to say thank you, subconscious, for giving me a fake husband the other night.  It was really great to have him for a couple minutes.  And also, no, it wasn't that kind of dream, for the record.  It was just me and him, in this little house we had. That's all. And I loved it.

three::
It's kind of like what it must be like to be dead, but it's 100% temporary.  I mean, right?

four:: (this one is for the future, cause all I have right now is a twin size bed and a throw blankie to cuddle with)
Sleep is when you get to snuggle and cuddle and drool and cling to and generally use another person’s body like a jungle gym for your own comfort. And it’s totally sanctioned by love and stuff. They have to let you even if you are sweaty or heavy. It’s the rules of romance. Get to spoonin’, boo. I don’t have all night. (Jk, I do!)

Moving on from sleep and kind of more back on track of my Luau week, Mama Smith came into town, and her visit not only included fun family dinners and catching up, but house hunting as well. Eeeek!  Like, obvi, my vote is for the new houses down on the golf course by the lake, but who knows. That geriatric neighborhood of houses built in the 60's could just be calling their name. To each their own, right?

Then, the ladies of #29 decided to whip together a musical number really quick for St. Patrick's Day Sunday.  Perks of living with really talented ladies that are spontaneous.  And that have a few extra hours to spend in a practice room in the dorms on a Saturday night.  Needless to say, we had a lot of fun.  So we were feeling kind of on top of the world after singing in church (truth be told: I was shaking more while I was singing than when I was dancing in the Tahiti section. nothing like good old fashioned nerves!)  Then, per usual, we ran into some good friends in the hallway that suggested we have a roommate model shoot!

JOKES.  Of course the four of us are always the first to suggest model shoots.  Our friends just obliged to be on the other side of the camera.  Enjoy!

ox/C

checking in

I sat down to write the post this morning, hands posed on the keyboard excited to get to work... and I got nothing. My brain juice has been depleted (it's currently being REpleted with a giant glass of chocolate milk, but we're not gonna push it just yet).

I had quite the late one last night, staying up to finish last minute costume details for the luau, and I’m a little tired.  Perhaps contributing to my lack of anything to write about?  But all this luau business is really making me dream of summer a whole lot.   You know, the season where it’s not weird to go to a park alone and read a book slash people watch slash clear your mind. Slash obtain a minor sunburn.  It needs to be summer already so we can for-go showering because we are constantly in the pool, sans styling our hair cause rolling the windows down will do enough blow drying for us.  It needs to be summer so we can meet up with hot boys at dusk, get ice cream in the middle of the day, wear a swimsuit more often than actual underwear,  and pack all the boots away for good.  I’m just having a love affair with summer right now.  Sorry, winter. 

 

Anyways, last night was the Bachelor finale.  Jennae and I settled in for all three hours of Sean Lowe and his lovely ladies (I don’t want to offer any spoilers for those of you that missed the episode), complete with leave in conditioner, top buns, yoga pants, and face masks.  Sometimes, it’s just really fun being a single girl.  I really mean it. 

the joys of living.

Today I was having some brain problems. Nothing serious. Just some technical difficulties in the frontal lobe of my cerebrum [that's where you do all of your thinking you know]. Do I sound smart now, cause I use big words? Good. Because today, while I was having those brain problems, I was stumped as to what I should post about.  Then I realized, it was because nothing cool had happened to me lately.  At least, nothing that deserved to be shared with cyber world.  Not only did cool things NOT happen to me, the universe decided to play some big joke on me and make my life the most awkward thing, like, ever.  Here's why: 

Trying to tell my classmate something that's really awesome, like what I got on an exam. And I say, "Ohmygosh. Guess what I got?!" And he guesses a number that's infinitely higher than what I actually got. And I have to say, "Um. NO. Guess again, except lower this time." It's very anti-climactic.

This weird Provo wind. And having significantly more Marilyn Monroe moments this week than I would have liked. AKA, significantly more than zero.

The twitch in my left eye that comes around every time I try to curl my eyelashes. Honestly, most of my make-up routine in the morning is taken up by getting that eyeball to just calm down.

Going to the bathroom at the same time as a co-worker. In neighboring stalls.

Walking in a certain direction and then realizing that I actually need to be going the other direction … an awkward moment in and of itself. So what's the only logical reaction for a situation like this? Of course whipping out my cell phone, feigning an urgent text and furrowing my brow so that anyone who's watching me knows there's some kind of explanation for my abrupt 180. You know you do it.

Dropping an extra pair of pants in the middle of the hallway, having them be picked up by a kid from my office, and tossed to me amidst passerbys.  "Um, excuse me, but you dropped these....." You weird chick who is always carrying an extra pair of pants around. Accident prone perhaps? Wetting problem? Yes. All of us are thinking that's a yes.  They were just work out pants, ok?  In case I decided to work out later...

Leaving a message at work for a community partner to call me back … and then giving out my personal number. Or at least half of it. “Uhhh. Scratch that. I mean…” 
I'm really professional.

Answering my cell phone: “Center for Service and Learning. This is Christina.”

Reapplying my chapstick in the middle of the day, only to look down at the tube and discover the remains of my green smoothie. Am I the only one who actually tells people that they have crap on their face?

Someone asking me if I had handmade the sweater I was wearing. I mean, what is that?


So thanks, everyone who played a part in this weeks shenanigans.  Can't wait to see what will happen next week!  Oh, and also, that picture up above...? It has nothing to do with anything.  Other than the fact it's the only photographical evidence that I still exist. 




p.s. Have you heard of the book Bloom?  Mimi read it sometime last year and loved it, so I got it from the library but...you know how those things go.  My three weeks was up and the book hadn't been opened yet.  Woops?  But it's a book about a mama that gives birth to a little Down Syndrome baby and the journey their family went through.  So while I don't super have time to read the book, I found the blog post that preceded the book and I cried as I read it!  Go here to read it, you won't regret it. Also, isn't the mom gorgeous?? I hope I look like that when I'm having little babies.