And You... Nice Hair

I haven't even begun to catch my breath after this whirlwind weekend. And although I don't really feel in the bloggin mood, I must document nonetheless. Mainly its because I have a new reader. I would hate to disappoint. So I write.

Kinsey Crabb is a beautiful person. Girls night with her was much needed. We had a delectable meal at Firehouse. Even though we got stuck at the restaurant's most awkward table. And I mean most awkward. It was rather large for 2 people and it was smack dab in the middle of traffic. The busboy's cart was pretty much on top of Kins half the time and they gave us one menu and one set of utensils to share? Maybe my serving background makes me a little more critical than most. Oh well. I'm over it.

I'm like 99.9% sure Kinsey was sick of my voice by the end of the night. But she asked for it when she inquired about my love life. Thats a mess I'll have you know. So we talked (and by we I mean I) and made Funfetti cupcakes. And laughed and when the time was right heard a little Scottish accent. It is impossible to have a bad day when Nate says great things to you in his accent. Fridays :)

Saturday was less than ideal. You see all my roommates decided to go home. For all the fuss about lack of privacy in college, I found out I didn't want it when I had it. Lonely day. So I cleaned. And slept. Attempting to battle this highly unnecessary cold. But the day didn't stay lonely for long. Because I heard the band playing and people yelling. I ran speedy quick across the street to the stadium to join Kins, Israel, and Asian Flava for the first home football game of the season.

Utah State Hey Aggies All The Way! Go Aggies Go Aggies HEY HEY HEY! That's right. We smashed those jokers known as Idaho State! How I love Aggie sporting events. The game was so great first half. The energy was flowing. Touch downs were happening. And by the end of the second quarter I found myself being thrown in the air 24 times. Third and fourth quarter weren't quite as full of enthusiasm. We were winning. By a lot. And the thrill of the first game had minimized. Still fun. And we won so I was happy.

Blacklight dance = Bad idea. A little too skanky for my liking. A lot too skanky for Alvaro, who was under attack. That idea lasted for like 15 minutes. Then we were out. I was not a fan. We ended up at my place in a licorice war and Weston made a sign for my door announcing to the world that I am single. Supposedly it would help me make friends. You're always so good to me Westo Face. Oh yeah I just remembered how I forgot to tell you that Weston and Houston and Isaiah and Gavin the pregnant man drove up from Lehi to visit me and go to the game. I love visitors!

5 hours of sleep is not enough. But it is especially not enough when you have to wake up and go meet with your bishop to get a super scary calling. I cried. Because I am not Relief Society First Counselor material. I don't know how it happened, but it did. Relief Society Presidency. Wow. I was feeling incredibly inadequate. I was feeling absolutely terrified. And then Nate said, "Congratulations on your new calling." Congratulations? I hadn't thought of this as something worth congratulating. To me it was pure dread. But then I realized this is good. The Big Man knows what he's doing. He's knows what I need. And I need to be first counselor in the Relief Society presidency. So that's what I'm going to do. Even though I feel utterly unqualified. Thanks for helping me see another side of this calling Nate. Love Nate.

Winona Marx is a gem. And she read my entire blog. That earns big points with me. I am so happy I lucked out with awesome roommates this year. We had a fantastic night sitting out our little kitchen table. Making and meeting goals. I love her. Fly on! Yeah she's awesome and has nice hair.

Just like Kinsey was probably sick of hearing my voice, I'm sure you're sick of reading my words. Plus Sarah is waiting for me to post this so she can read it. Ok ok!

Annika said her blog isn't like a journal. I said neither is mine. But guess what? I lied. Journal entry... yeah I just did.