all his goodness, all for me

I shouldn't have gotten married with only a month break because of obvious reasons. My Honeymoon mentality has turned into a 2 1/2 month bender. Have maybe done about 3 hours of homework this semester, but have reserved the rest of this week to make up late work. At first I started to wonder if I was depressed or something. But I think it really comes down to one thing: Taylor. He is such a distraction, but a really really good, fun one. He gives me space and time to do homework every evening, but I'm never motivated to sit down and study, knowing he's in the other room. 

I know I don't wear my heart on my sleeve but Taylor is truly a god send. This is how I know: regardless of my mood, or the severity of my anxiety, he can always comfort me. After a taxing week of school, simplot games, work, and amazing amounts of sleep deprivation, I know at the end of the day, someone cares for my happiness. If I feel entitled to stuff my face with Reeces, he doesn't judge. If I want to indulge in TV time, it's granted. If I suck at rubbing his back, and stop after two mins, he doesn't beg for more, but will instead, rub my feet and back until I'm dozing off. So sure, maybe communication isn't his strongest point, but I appreciate the ways he makes up for it. He is a good friend, my best friend, and I would be shattered without him.  Plus, he's a total hottie. I just want to stare at him all day. oh yeah, that's pretty much what I do when I'm not eating chocolate. 

I'm not above 25 random things

1. I don't like the word "random." It's too oversimplified of an expression, and you'll never hear it come out of my mouth.

2. I love North America.

3. I also love the other 6 continents. North America looks especially aesthetically beautiful on a topographical map.

4. Babies are my weakness. I'm surprised I don't have one yet.

5. I can't handle stuffy rooms. I like windows cracked open even if it's freezing outside.

6. I like my juice watered-down.

7. I can't stand when people start packing their books when the professor is trying to finish up their lecture. So disrespectful!

8. I have near-perfect pitch but absolutely no musical talent to show for it.

9. My favorite book is Mrs. Mike.

10. I'm trying to be a foofy-foofy girl and less minimalistic; Taylor thinks it's weird I haven't decked out our apartment with framed pictures and throw pillows and what not. It must have something to do with my inability to tolerate stuffy rooms.

11. Regardless of the aforementioned confession that I live in a bare-walled and bland basement apartment, I'm obsessed with interior design. It's my bliss.

12. I knew I'd walk out of the temple with Taylor after our first date.

13. I'm really aware of social interactions and can detect false motives in under 10 seconds.

14. Elder Eyring is my favorite speaker.

15. I feel much better about life after I brush my teeth.

16. I love working at Mrs. Powell's. I think I'm addicted.

17. I wet the bed clear up until I was 9 or 10 years old.

18. I have had some of my best conversations with my 8 year old niece, Emma. She's been a really good friend to me.

19. I'm pretty hairless and only need to shave once a week.

20. I prefer sherbet to ice cream.

21. I'm good with driving directions but, as a whole, am geographically challenged.

22. My fingernails don't grow in beautifully so they are forever short and jagged from breaking.

23. I love a good peanut butter and honey sandwich.

24. I never particularly wanted to go to college. Which explains why my senior year of highschool I was a total waste of skin.

25. I love Anemones. LOVVVE.

yling and ylang

When they aren't biting at each other, they will rest peacefully until they're ready to start fighting again.

Snot Rocket

I think this is the THIRD time since October that I've gotten a cold. Weird because between all the hand washing I accumulate (dry hands to prove it) in one day, I should have the healthiest and strongest immune system. But it sucks and my latest sickness is the kind where snot gathers on the inside of your nose and when you finally blow, a 1/4 cup ends up in the tissue. Well, not only that, but if I blow too hard or too much in one blowing, I get a bloody nose because bloody noses run rampant in my family. Not to mention the lining of my uterus is shedding this week. And to top it all off, Sunday morning I sliced my pointer finger with the dough knife. It bled through the bandaging three times so I finally glued it shut with the super glue Taylor uses to fix his computer I think. It's all good now- it's always good to flush out the iron every once a good while.