1 month. 8 days. 

Hawaii. Can you believe it? It's only 1 month and 8 days away. It literally feels like an eternity, but at the same time it's right around the corner. there's only 3 and a half weeks left of this semester, and that includes thanksgiving break. that means that I have 15 days left of school. That means that I have 15 days to not smash my head into my desk.  is that even possible? as miserable as it's been, it's gone by pretty fast. With that being said, I CANNOT WAIT FOR THIS SEMESTER TO END. Not only will I never have to take these classes ever again, but I get to disappear into the sandy beaches of Oahu. I'll think of you all with your winter coats while I'm wearing shorts in the sunshine :)

the birth giver and I went to the Holy Cow Boutique, a Utah tradition. This is basically nirvana for each and every woman in the Utah Valley. It's overwhelming, but in a weirdly satisfying way. ANYWAYS. I found some cute sayings for my dorm, which means that the preparations for the move are underway. How I am going to get this stuff over there, I have no idea. But, it will get over there nonetheless. I have all of my shorts (all 6 pairs of them, none of which are byu dress code appropriate) piled in my suitcase, and the search for decent clothes is never ending. Who would think that buying shorts in the winter would be so hard? Finding clothes that won't get me in trouble is literally impossible, because all of the shorts and dresses that I find are only an inch above my kneecap, which I hear is a no no. If I can make it through this semester without getting busted, it will be a true miracle.

Meanwhile, I've been avoiding school work by writing extra long missionary emails and putting together packages for my favorite people. If you asked me if I've spent over 150 dollars on candy,shipping, and ties this month, I would lie and tell you no. 

#droppingoutofcollege

I've come to an important decision today.
I'm dropping out of school, gaining 256.9 pounds, and living with my parents for the rest of my days. 

As much as I wish that would happen, obviously it can't. Just like every other college student, I'm overwhelmed, stressed, and pushed to my very limits. I'm avoiding my 10 page research paper like the plague, meaning that I just spent 20 minutes writing a missionary email, and now I'll spend 20 more minutes writing this post. Running from your problems is the fastest way to solve them, right?
4 more week. I can get through this. After all, next week is Thanksgiving, which means family and a heap of unhealthy food. WHAT MORE CAN YOU ASK FOR, M I RITE?
Why can't papers write themselves and grades stay at 100 and why can't I just fast forward 2 years to when all of my friends get home? lol wishful thinking. 

me eating my feelings (vanilla ice cream with nesquick)

life lately.

the first snow of the year has fallen, and i already loathe it. but when i think of where i'll be in a month and a half, it makes it just a little bit easier to bear. time is moving so fast - where has it gone?! all of my friends are leaving on their missions, meaning that i have probably 3 friends left. i'm not even being dramatic. i haven't been to my home ward in about 2 months, all because of missionary farewells. i'm not being dramatic about that either. i'm so proud of all these incredible young men and their decision to serve the lord - i'll miss them, but they'll be back before i even know it. just don't count on me getting married any time in the next 2 years. 

the egg - not so good in the snow

austin, mexico 

mike, honolulu

family bike rides down the canyon no buggy

tibble fork

american fork canyon

treston, washington dc

wyatt's mission call opening - taiwan

austin, guatemala 

if you ain't wheelie-in, you ain't ridin. 

merica, ya?

it seems as if my mouth has been replaced by hands

finally a normal picture of me