Secret #16

I have probably 5-10 blog posts that I haven't published, just saved in my dashboard, which remain unpublished for various reasons.

Some I just can't think of how I want to phrase them. Some I have written out completely, but it just isn't the right time to post them. Some I started to write, but then went back and realized it was total garbage, but I can't bring myself to delete all that hard work. And some I thought about the fact that I wanted to write them, jotted down the general idea, but I just can't bring myself to actually write them out.

I've thought a lot about what the hardest thing to leave behind will be when I'm on my mission. I've thought of books, my movies, my music, my friends, my family, my shoe collection, my non-missionary clothes, my phone, my computer, etc...but I think I've got it figured out. I think it will be the fact that I won't be able to call my mom, whenever I want, to tell her something, to ask her a question, or just to talk. I'll miss her. Going on a mission will be worth it, but that doesn't make it any easier to leave it behind.

Nailed

So today I competed in my very first open ballroom competition. I danced in the Novice level, which consists of waltz and quickstep, and in the Pre-Champ level, which consists of waltz, tango, fox trot, and quickstep.

Considering the conditions (my partner and I have only been dancing together for a month, and in that month I've learned all four dances, and especially that i FINISHED learning the fox trot and the tango routines *this week*), we did okay. Not great, but okay. I'm considering it a practice round, because it was my first time competing. Next up: Nationals, in one month. Crazy!

Now to the real point of this post. Because of my competition, I put on fake nails. I hate wearing fake nails. They're completely debilitating. It's taken me twice as long to write this post because I can hardly type. I've moped and moaned about them all day, and I just discovered a major upside to these nails.

I started to take my hair out (not literally out, but I had it in a fancy updo, and that's what I was taking out), and then I started brushing it out with my fingers. And that's when I discovered it: the best feeling in the world is fake fingernails on your scalp. Especially when your hair has been glued to your head all day. It's heavenly.

Thank you, Heavenly Father, for giving me these fake nails, and then giving me the opportunity to see the bright side of things.

*I just noticed another good thing about these nails. I love the clicking sound they make when I use the track pad on my computer. :)

Secret #15

Things that are funny when they're happening to someone else, but not so funny when they're happening to you:
1) Running while wearing a backpack.

2) Trying to push open a door, only to realize that you're supposed to pull it.

a) Expecting a door to be really heavy and pulling on it really hard, only to have it fly open.

3) Getting locked out of your apartment while it's raining and you have class in 15 minutes

4) Finding out that something went wrong at work and having to be the one to tell your boss.

5) Finding out that all your life you thought a word was pronounced one way, only to find that you've been saying it wrong your whole life. And finding out by saying it wrong in front of someone.

6) Falling asleep in class and either doing the head bob, or waking up by majorly jumping.

7) Forgetting the teacher's name when you're saying the prayer in class.

8) Being on a horribly awkward date.

9) Wearing high-water pants.

10) Running out of ideas for your list on a blog post.

Many of these have happened to me recently. It's a good thing I have such a good sense of humor, and that I like to make other people laugh. :)

Ugg...ly

Why is it that every single girl who wears Ugg boots walks exactly the same way?

I found myself walking in a rather deserted part of campus with a girl wearing Uggs right behind me. The only thing I could hear were her footsteps, and every single one of them ground at my brain like a belt sander on my eardrums.

Maybe it's because my mom always taught me never to drag my feet when I walk. Whenever there's snow on the ground, I look back at my footsteps to make sure that my footprints are just of my foot, and not of my foot plus a tail (like that of a comet) behind it. Uggs seem to be the main culprit of this heinous offense. I'm pretty sure that most female Ugg-wearers spend more time with their foot connected to the ground than off of it when they're taking a step. It's the dragging sound that really gets to me.

Writing about it simply doesn't do it justice. You can only understand if you've actually heard it. If you go to BYU, you've certainly heard it. Even though Uggs went out of the main style scene (at least to my knowledge) a long time ago, they seem to be a staple of all of those Belmont dwelling, Mercedes Benz driving, half a pea for dinner eating, $350 jeans wearing, perfume overwhelming, plastic looking girls we're all too familiar with. I'm fairly certain I've never been affiliated with those girls, nor do I see it happening in the future.

Another thing that I've noticed about Uggs is that they make it very apparent that the wearer either walks on the extreme outsides or the insides of her feet. After time, the sides of the boot just start to wear down...well, see for yourself:



Why, world, why?

We must band together, and stop this insanity.

Secret #14

Wearing pants that actually fit me is still an anomaly. I have two pairs now that fit me, and every time I get dressed in the morning, it's like I've never had pants that fit before in my life.

Secret #13

I'm really, really good at B.S.ing about things I have no idea about (say, for example, parental involvement in speech and language therapy. Not like I wrote a paper on it this week or anything).

But I am, apparently, completely incapable B.S.ing about anything I am remotely interested in or knowledgeable about (say, for example, the reintroduction of wolves in Yellowstone and the northern Rockies and the repercussions that it has on that ecosystem. Not like I just finished writing a paper on it that was due at midnight yesterday and it is currently 2am the day *after* the paper was due).

Just saying.

Secret #12

I've had writer's block lately, but in a weird way.

I've got plenty of things to write about, I just can't for the life of me write it in a way that I think is good enough to let even one person read, let alone the entire WWW (World Wide Web). Last night I wrote a post and it took me about a half hour (typical for me. I usually reread and edit about 4 or 5 times). I went back and read it...garbage! The same thing has happened for the past week or so. I write an entire blog post, and then go back and read it, only to cast it aside in dismay.

I'm really hoping this crappy writing spree ends this weekend, before I have to turn in two papers next week. Either that, or I'll spend all weekend writing and rewriting til I finally get it right.

Actually, now that I think about it, I'd probably do that either way.

Secret #11

I haven't worn makeup for probably 2 weeks (excluding Sundays and my dance competition this week).

I've actually really enjoyed it.