Beach Waves

I love to try new hair styles, and since my hair is FINALLY long enough to have fun I was determined to perfect the messy beach wave style. 

I don't think I've perfected it, but the result is super fun & a great change. The best part? No heat needed (in the form of styling tools). All it takes is some mousse and crafty finger work. 

I kind of like it. Perhaps I need to go to a beach to test it out? Yes?

Thank you pinterest. You are my favorite. 

My Bedroom

I spent the entire day Saturday painting my bedroom. 

My bedroom. The one I've grown up in. 

The one Patrick & I used to hold Brittney Spears dance concerts for my parents in.

The one Duffy used to sleep in back in his early years.

The one I did countless art projects & crafts in.

The one with the walls I destroyed with pictures of my friends & ticket stubs.

The one with the awful green wallpaper & red carpet.

The one with the door I slammed in my angry teenager years. 

The one I learned to play my clarinet in.

My room. The room that I've spent the last 14 of my years growing up in.

It's an odd feeling. I'm so excited for my parents, for all that they've accomplished in their careers to provide them with the means to make this move. I'm excited to live in this new home for a few months before I venture off with my RM in the world of cheap apartments...I'm excited.

Yet, at the same time...I'm sad. My room is scattered between boxes to keep, garbage, & DI. 

The walls are nude and still smell like paint. 

It's just weird. Weird weird weird. 

It's not really my room anymore, and I will never have a room that chaotic & fun again. This new version is the room to sell the house. One of four bedrooms that are meant to entice a buyer. A buyer that will never know how much this room means to me & what an
amazing time I've had in this home. 

So I'm a little nostalgic, no big deal.

P.S. Please don't mind my hair for the next few days,
 lots of paint dripped in it & has yet to come out. 

Happy Last Day of School

Here are two pictures from my last day of my first year of college. 

Nothing says "happy last day of finals" like a yummy smoothie for the road. 

This sign means that school is over & I love it.

Today was my LAST day of school! I took my last final at 11:00 am & by 12:30 Lina and I were
on the road back home giddy about the great things to come this summer.
SUMMER. just the thought makes me so ridicously happy.
On Monday I will officially be full time. 40 hours a week baby.

This summer I plan to read read read, take lots of pictures, train for TOU, work like none other, enjoy way too many snow cones, get sunburns, paint my toe nails, ace my summer math class (now there's a story), save money, go swimming, drive miles & miles with my windows down, move into a new house, buy a new bedroom set, go to bees games, try tofu, have lots & lots of fires, volunteer for the Romney campaign, go fishing, go hiking, vote in the June primaries, go to institute, paint, & get ready for the return of my missionary this fall. THIS FALL.

Summer is going to be fantastic. I have so much to look forward to in the coming months & I know that the busier I am, the faster Cameron's return will be. I can not wait :)

Cheers to summer!

Wisdom

"You will come to know that what appears to be a sacrifice
will prove instead to to be the greatest investment that you will ever make."

 President Gordon B. Hinkley    

I'm Sure Thankful

One final left & summer right around the corner.

Another wonderful run this afternoon.

Perfect, 81 degrees. 

My windows rolled down & new Glee: Madonna CD.

New size 4 pants.

Glee marathon with my mom.

A sunburn from my run & mowing the lawn.

My gym membership.

My job & great friends at work.

My Iphone. 

Dolvet, a gift to women from the biggest loser.

...and it's only April. This is going to be a great year

This Is Getting Out of Hand

I seem to have a small obsession with yellow sticky notes at work.

I use them for everything. Notes, passwords, & reminders. I feel like I may need an intervention...or at least a clean sweep.

That (Awesome) Moment

When your camera just falls off your tripod. Right off. For no reason.

Then you pick it up & the lens is broken. Ya, I'm there. A piece of me just died.

Please oh please be able to fix it Cannon factory. Please. please. please.