Recovered and Leaving

Well I am fully recovered and completely happy.

Unfortunately, I am so happy I've forgotten some things that normally I revolve around, like my camera.
To be honest, I am not even sure when I last set that pretty thing.
Thats how much I forget to use it these days.

I am going to Idaho tomorrow with a group of friends for general conference weekend, so here's hoping I pick up my old picture taking ways.

or more importantly that I actually find my camera.. Otherwise this blog is about to get even more boring than it already is.

Sickly Sick

Lets talk about what I've been up to the last 5 days.
Absolutely nothing.
As it turns out, being sick is pretty uneventful.

Spent 2 1/2 days throwing up and crying in my logan dorm, until my parentals decided that it was time that I brought the sickness home.
5 pounds, 3 doctor visits, 2 missed days of school, and 1 blessing later, I am feeling better.
Mostly.

Next time I am fantasizing about getting a little sickness, thinking it'll be a nice few days of relaxation, set me straight people!!!
Being sick is the worst.

So here is a lovely picture of me and my new best friend, the heating pad.

My Best Friend's Wedding

My best friend is MARRIED!

I really can't think of any sentence that can capture how absolutely crazy and amazing this statement is.  Or how insane it is that my best friend's name is now Alysha LANHAM! 

Whoa. 

I had the privilege to be a bridesmaid for this beautiful event, so my weekend was full of running around doing all sorts of marriage things, and trying to keep my friends who came down from Logan to go to the reception happy and busy. And although I felt like I never had a second to fully relax, it was a very fun weekend.

We kicked off the wedding celebrations with a wedding dinner Friday night. 

It was held in the sky room for the family, and most importantly of course, the best friends. 

Don't be fooled by the fact that we had to sit on the table furthest from the bride and her groom, or that we were served our food very last. We are the most important! (or at least that's what we joked about all weekend)

The food was delicious, and the people were great.

I love the Parsons and the Lanhams way too much for my own good. 

Unfortunately this would be the place where the tears began to flow. Everyone was giving little speeches for Lysha and Jesse, and when my turn came along, I was practically sobbing in the first second that I looked at my best friends face. 

Fortunately, CC, Alysha and I have this emotional connection so they cried just as hard as me, and I felt a little less ridiculous. 

I think I may have managed to choke out a pretty good little speech too.

Best Friends at the Dinner.

Tears and hugs over with, next was the wedding Saturday morning. 

CC and I drove to the Salt Lake temple around 12, and waited in the waiting room with other friends and family. 2 hours, and 2 very sore feet from standing in heels later, the HUSBAND and WIFE came out to greet their cold guests! 

We took some cold pictures, and then hurried home. 

I had enough time to get into my bridesmaids dress and try and fix the mess I call my hair, and I was off to the wedding reception. 

The wedding reception was BEAUTIFUL! I helped my Bestie get into her wedding dress again, we took some cold pictures, visited with family and friends, I caught the wedding bouquet (lysha basically threw it in my face haha) and we watched the Bride and Groom have their first dance. 

I honestly have never seen two happier people in my whole life. They were glowing, and grinning from ear to ear. It was so incredibly beautiful.

Some of Alysha's Bridesmaids

My GORGEOUS, MARRIED bestie!

ABC! :)

The best friends, minus Starlee who couldn't make it.

The first best friend to get married, 6 more to go. 

I can't wait for the opportunity to see all the people I love as happy as Alysha was that night. 

Congrats Mr. and Mrs. Lanham!

Math Equals Misery

Math is pure misery.

There is a plethora of terrible things I would rather do than even think about math.

They include...

-Clean toilets.

-Run a marathon. (if you know me, you know this is big.)

-Eat beans and vegetables.

-Watch golf on TV.

-Wake up at 6 in the morning

-Have my fingernails ripped off.

Unfortunately I'm doing none of these things. 

I am sitting in a classroom listening to math lingo that is so painful I am considering changing my major; Mastering the custodial field sounds like heaven right now. 

A Princess's Best Friend, Please.

Well spring break has finally come to an end, after I extended it to try out to work in DisneyWorld on Tuesday.
I have decided I would really like to become Belle, Sleeping Beauty, or Cinderella's "Best Friend" this summer. That involves moving to Florida, working in DisneyWorld and a little auditioning.
When I was preparing to audition, I was super nervous, and I found it so calming and helpful to stumble upon people's blogs who has gone through the experience.

So I thought I would do the same for some future auditioner, who by some miracle stumbles upon this little 22 follower blog.

It begins with finding/taking a headshot. The taking pictures was enjoyable for me, but the picking them out and printing them off was not.
We ended up with this.

My sister took it with her new camera, and she is in no way a professional, yet. So don't judge, but we liked it.

Then Bri helped my friends Lindsey, and Hillary, and I practice our improv acting skills. Which we have none of, so it was pretty hilarious. She had us play a few games that helped us think on our feet, and stop worrying about looking foolish.

(During the audition this ended up being very helpful.)

After the games, we went to bed at a lovely 2:30 in the morning.

We woke up at 6:45 for all 3 of us could get ready, and pick up my friend CC in time to be at the auditions,  by 8:30 sharp. 

Little to no sleep at all. awesome.

In the audition, they checked everyone in, all 130 of us.

We handed in our head-shots, and applications. We were measured and had a photo taken. 

Then we learned this little dance number, incredibly easy, it was basically marching in place. We did it across the floor, facing the judges in groups of 4.

Then they made the first cuts.

I made it! whew.

Next they taught us a more difficult dance. It was a lot harder for me to get down, but my friends with a lot of dance experience got the steps down with no problems. 

Then, they made us improv. We had to pretend we were washing a dog, and make it interesting, funny and tell a story. We also had to pretend we were monkeys. Pretty embarrassing, but everyone looked as stupid as I did, so I was able to relax. 

So we preformed around 4 counts of 8 of improv acting and then jumped right into the dance, all in front of the judges, once again in small groups of 4. 

After we finished dancing, the 4 of us stood in a line, in front of the judges and smiled while they talked about us. 

They asked a very few amount to stay, and told the rest that they were done and could expect an answer in 4 weeks. 

Hillary and I were asked to stay. They took photos of us again, and then I was dismissed. Hillary had to do the dance once more time, while they filmed her.

After that, the auditions were over, and we were completely exhausted. 

(My body is pathetically sore this morning, and I slept in till 12 trying to catch up on the sleep I didn't get.)

Overall the experience was a lot of fun, and I was really glad I worked up the nerve to go do it.

This is my little audition number, just trying to capture the memories on photo booth. 

So I should hear something in about 4 weeks. 

Wish me luck!

I Call it D-Land, Cause We're Close like That.

So I went to Disneyland. Again.

Remember how last time I struggled to find my inner-child?

Weeeeeell,

Not much has changed. 

I had a good time, don't get me wrong.

The sun was shining, I spent time with my Sis and Braden, I rode some sweet rides, and ate two huge, delicious cinnamon rolls.

Plus, Bri has all the hook-ups so it's all free and stuff. 

But I discovered something about my inner kid self, it only comes out when I get to sleep in, and then stay up until the wee hours of the morning. 

It dies pretty fast when I have to wake up at seven and stay out till midnight.

In fact it dies right about noon and never comes back. 

Thus, 

Me + Disneyland= Not cut out to happen more than once every 2 years.

But I cannot say enough times how grateful I am to have the opportunity to go.

I loved having a break from school and snow. 

I loved the short lived moments on roller-coasters and terror towers.

So the consensus is, my weekend was Grrrreat!

My idea of vacation just involves more beach sitting and sun bathing, thats all. 

Some photos???

okay!

PS: World Of Color is AMAZING!!! It almost brought tears to my eyes.

Everyone, run to California Adventure just to see this. 

After A While

My roommate asked me what my favorite poem was today, for one of her school assignments. Because of a poem my high school english teacher once shared with me, I know the answer to that question in a second.
And I loved having a reason to reread it.

After A While

By: Veronica A. Shofftshall

After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul.

And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises.

And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child.

And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans, and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. .

After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to leave you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure;

You really are strong, you really do have worth.

And you learn, and you learn

With every goodbye you learn.