Partial Credit for Latework.

I was a loser in high school.
Or so I thought.
Last night, The Hortons and two of The Bledsoes took a gander to Temple Square.

It was there that I was recognized.

I had an A Cappella class my senior year. In that class was a guy named Greg Wright.
And, yes, he is attractive. I know you were wondering.
I was walking to the car last night and I just happened to turn around.
Greg was walking behind me.
Of course I recognized him. I recognize nearly everyone who went to Bingham. (Becca thinks I'm a creeper.)
All of a sudden, he was like, 'Hey!' And I said, 'Hey!' And he said, 'You look really familiar.' And I said, 'Yeah, we were in A Cappella together.' And he said, 'Yeah! It's good to see you!' And I said, 'You too!'
No, I have not been thinking of this encounter since it happened. I know that's what you assumed.
I feel so cool.

I am not a creeper.


Let us all be aware of what was learned in the past 24 hours.

Go to the bathroom before you go out.

Don't wait until your tank is below the 'E' to put gas in your car.

Don't leave your car running while you scrape the windows, especially if the tank is below 'E'.

If your pants can't stay up, wear a long shirt.

Don't promise your friends bowling if you don't know you will go for sure.

Don't go to an ice cream shop if nobody is going to buy ice cream.

If you're stressing, DON'T take it out on your friends.

Wear warm clothes if it's below freezing outside.

Don't watch a fullscreen movie on a widescreen television.

You are going to smell weird if you sit on the couches in the VVT basement for too long.

It's really annoying when people don't return your phone after you say please.

A Lot Like Love is a fantastic movie.

A Lot Like Love is not a long movie.

Pizza from Domino's is a lot better than midnight pizza. Sometimes.

When 24/7 quiet hours are being enforced, it is best not to make any noise at all. Ye be warned.

Packing makes a mess.

Clothes take up more room than you think.

When your roommate wants to start taking boxes to her car at one in the morning in December, just say no.

Stacking water bottles takes a lot of time and effort, but it is so worth it.

Don't play Speed at three in the morning. You will not be speedy.

Go home the same time your roommate does. You will avoid a lot of lonliness.

Play Speed until you win, and then suggest a different game.

Skadi Kobe makes delicious Christmas cookies.

Don't sit in your dorm alone when everything is packed and in the car. If you do, you will end up blogging.



There is a ghost in my room, and it is taking all of my things.

Item number one was my ipod.
Then I found it in my jacket pocket. Two months after I lost it.
So that one probably wasn't The Ghost.

Item number two was my student ID.
Then I realized that I traded it for a screwdriver. So it was in the mantower office.
That probably wasn't The Ghost either. Probably.

Stop thinking that there's a pattern here. There isn't, I swear.

Item number three was my license, and all of my old school ID's. With embarrassing photographs on them.
I looked and I looked, but I never found them. There is no way they could have fallen out of my bag without me seeing.

So, it has to be The Ghost.

The Ghost then proceeded to steal other random things.

The brown jacket I borrowed from Kira?

Both of my retainers?

My marbles?
I'm pretty sure The Ghost took those too.
Figuratively speaking.

Why would The Ghost take these things, you ask?
I don't know, ask him yourself.


I just realized who The Ghost is.

At least I know what to call the thief.


One Life To Live.

I've done a lot of thinking lately.
About life.
If I died tomorrow, would I be happy with my life so far?
There's still so many things I want to do. Adventurous things, spontaneous things, dangerous things, memorable things. Things that would make my life full and worthwhile.
There are many people who will never be able to accomplish this for themselves, because their lives were cut short. Ironically, these are the people who I knew to be the greatest people to be around.
My cousin, Michael, passed away on November 26 at 9:13 p.m., three hours before Berkleigh was born. He was suffering from pancreatic cancer. He was one of the nicest, most beautiful, funniest most loving people I have ever met. I couldn't believe how strong he was, and how long he held onto life in the end. Everwhere he was, he eminated happiness, and I'm sure in Heaven he's causing a lot of smiles and laughter.
The Pacini Family


I had a friend whose name was Rory Bumgardner. Imagine a person who is bursting with personality, always making people smile, and is friends with every single person you can think of.
You just imagined Rory.
When I first moved to North Sevier, he was one of the few people who befriended me right off the bat. I loved hanging out with him, and he always made me feel loved.
I remember one day in high school when I wore this outfit that I saw in a magazing. It was a small school, and small schools mean small minds(just in the fashion area; except for Taylor, if he's reading this.), so I was kind of nervous that I would be judged or made fun of. Right when I walked through the doors, though, Rory gave me the updown and told me I looked awesome. I walked with confidence the rest of the day and every time I wore that outfit. It was such a small and simple act, but it's lasted until now.
He was one of the greatest people I have ever met, and one of my biggest regrets is not hanging out with him every opportunity I had.
Rory drowned at Palisades last August. It was the first time I had ever cried over the news of someone dying. I can only imagine how the people who were there felt, or how his family felt after hearing the awful news. Of all people, I though Rory would live the longest and fullest life.
But he changed many people's lives, and for that, he is my hero.

You laugh at me because I'm different. I laugh at you because you are all the same." Rordan Jule Bumgardner.


Pictures say 1,000 words.

Berkleigh Sherece Bledsoe
November 27, 2010 at 12:15 a.m. 5lbs, 1 oz. 18 in.
She is the most beautiful baby there ever was.

Nik and Berkleigh.

Connor and Berkleigh!

IT'S ALIIIIIIVE!!!!! Just kidding, ha...ha...ha...

A new little family.

Just two of her awesome grandparents.

Someone's a little upset...

No one is more beautiful than my sister.

How Childish.

Life has gotten complicated.
With so many things on my mind right now, it's hard to keep things straight.
Passing classes, paying tickets, being an aunt, living up to my parents' expectations, 'love' life, body image issues, money...
Oh boy.
Right now, I'm thinking, "Why can't I just be a kid again?"
And then I get this awesome idea. (With the help of an awesome email.)

Why not be a kid again, if only for a day?

So, tomorrow - technically today - I am going to fulfill this list:

+Give yourself a gold star for everything you do today.

+Grow a milk mustache.

+Open a pack of cupcakes and give one to a friend even though you wanted both of them for yourself.

+Have a staring contest with your cat.

+Kiss a frog, just in case.

+Make a face the next time somebody tells you "no."

+Ask "Why?" a lot.

+Believe in fairy tales.

+Have someone read you a story.

+Wear your favorite shirt with your favorite pants even if they don't match.

+Do a cartwheel.

+Hide your vegetables under your napkin.

+Make a "slurpy" sound with your straw when you get to the bottom of a milkshake.

+Sit really still for as long as the dog (or cat) is asleep in your lap.

+Find some pretty stones and save them.

+Stick your head out the car window and moo if you see a cow.

+Walk barefoot in wet grass.

+Giggle at nude statues in a museum.

+Make cool screeching noises every time you turn.

+Count the colors in a rainbow.

+Fuss a little, then take a nap.

+Take a running jump over a big puddle.

+Giggle a lot for no real reason.

+Do that tap-someone-on-the-shoulder-while-you-stand-on- their-opposite-side-and-they-turn-around-and-no-one's- there thing.

+Enjoy your all-time favorite candy-bar. (Forget you've heard of calories!)

+Throw something and when it lands make a cool exploding bomb noise.

+Squish some mud between your toes.

+Buy yourself a helium balloon.

+Put an orange slice in your mouth, peel side out, and smile at people.

Be a kid again.


Bittersweet Thanksgiving.

It seems as though I'm still waiting for Thanksgiving break. In the past, Thanksgiving always felt like Thanksgiving. No matter what. This year, though, it's like life itself has changed. I have yet to tell if the change is completely good or bad, though it's definitely leaning in the good direction.
Yes, it has definitely been a bittersweet weekend. I find that if you think about the bitter part first, the sweet part always outshines everything else. So let me start with the bitter.
Debbie Downer.
The first bitter part of the break was on Tuesday. Saying goodbye to my friends was definitely the hardest part, especially with a blizzard chasing us right on our tails. Knowing we were in danger was making me more nervous than you can ever imagine. But at least we're all still alive.
Then, I arrived at my dad's house. I opened the door and was lucky enough to see my grandma first. Her words of welcome: "Oh, Jesus." followed by the slamming of her door. Isn't she lovely?
Fast forward to arriving at my mother's house. Surprise, they had Thanksgiving dinner without us. Am I the only one who finds that upsetting? Are we not worth waiting for?
My rude uncle was there, too. That was definitely the cherry on top of a pie I was not in the mood for.
Jump to being at the hospital. When Britny first got pregnant, it was I who was there by her side every single day. I went to her ultrasounds. I brought her food. I sang to her belly. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't there constantly and I wasn't the only one there for her, but we have always been each other's Number One's. She wanted me holding her hand during labor. I was to be the second one to hold the baby. Britny wanted me there with her step by step, and I was more than ecstatic to feel this love. Then, Nik came back. (That sounded negative, but it's not. I promise.) He loves her. He's there for her. She loves him back. They are perfect for each other, and I have never seen my sister so happy. Seeing her happy makes me happy. But, my selfish side broke through that happiness, and I couldn't help but feel jealous of Nik. I couldn't help but feel replaced in Britny's life, because Nik was now the first to know about everything, and I was a distant third or fourth. Britny and I stopped talking as much, and I don't remember the last time we hung out without Nik there. I love Nik(not like that, sickos), I really do, but I love my sister more than anyone or anything, and this readjustment is hard.
To add to these lovely feelings, my dad gave me the news of my cousin, Michael. He had stage four cancer throughout his body, and it clamied him last night at nine o'clock. Never before have I experienced such a mixed feeling of sadness for Michael and joy for Britny. While one amazing person was taken away from us, another was graciously given.
Sweet Counteraction.
When I got to my dad's house, my dog greeted me with such excitement and love. It's nice to know that through everything, she still loves me the same.
Thanksgiving dinner with my dad, Britny, and Nik was an experience I will not soon forget. Nik cooked the turkey three or four times, and it still wasn't all the way cooked. It was still delicious though, as was all of the other food he cooked for us. The best part? Eating on a pool table while watching Ferris Beuler. Did I spell that right? Not likely. No matter what we ate or how we ate it, I loved being with them, and they loved being with me.
When we got to my mom's house, there's no doubt that I was upset about missing dinner. But when I went into my little sister's room to put my stuff away, I saw that she had a framed picture of her and me on her dresser. That, my friends, is an awesome feeling!
I loved that I made my family laugh so much. Maybe my need to make them laugh is a longing for belonging, but either way, it feels amazing. I wouldn't trade it for the world.
Are you ready for the sweetest of sweet? The part of my break that could make all of my heartaches subside?
Berkleigh Sherece Bledsoe was born at 12:15 a.m. on November 27th. She was 5lbs 1oz. and 18 in. long. I was asked to cut the cord, and Britny kept me right at her side, holding her hand. When Berkleigh came out, so did my tears. I've never cried so hard out of happiness! She is the most beautiful baby in the world, blackout no battle! Just looking at her brings peace and calm to my heart. She has the greatest mother in the world. Britny was so strong and amazing throughout this whole process. Not once did she shed a tear, and she had barely one dose of pain meds. If it were me, I would be doped up right when I got to the hospital. But my sister is strong. It was a surreal feeling knowing that her baby would be here within a few hours. The whole time, Britny looked so beautiful, and she still does. I don't know how she does it. Berkleigh is one lucky baby!

And that, jolly fellows, is my bittersweet Thanksgiving.


Soldier Boy Tell 'Em.

I have a pen pal. My elementary school dreams have finally come true.

My good friend Mike asked for a favor one day. Just randomly, out of the blue, asked for a huge favor(his words).
Y'all know I can't turn down an adventure.

So now, I am writing his good friend Garrett. He's at basic training in South Dakota or South Carolina or something like that. Maybe it was Mississippi. One can never be sure.

Basically, I wrote all about myself in my first letter. Don't worry, I was humble. I only told him I was the greatest, nicest, most awesome person ever. I left out how perfect and moviestar-like I am.
Nope, that's a lie, and I don't lie on Sundays.

It felt like it took f o r e v e r for him to write back. That makes sense though, because I'm pretty sure the Army doesn't send you to Basic Training to lay on fluffy pillows and write to girls using scented stationery and feather pens. I could be wrong though.

Then, I got this in the mail.

Page 1

Page 2
Page 3

Oh, dreams do come true!

This guy definitely lives up to my Pen Pal Standards.


Baby, baby, baby, OH.

I am going to be an aunt.

In one month - give or take a week - my sister is going to be a mom.

I am SO excited!

I sure hope that thing is a cute thing. Let us all pray she gets only her mother's genes. Otherwise....well, let's not go there.

By morphing Britny's and 'the donor's' faces together, the internet has told me that the baby will look somewhat like this, only better.

This will be one freaking adorable baby!

She is going to have the greatest mom in the world. Honestly, I couldn't think of someone more loving and caring like my sister. I can't wait for her to finally be a mother. This little girl is going to become an amazing person, because amazing people raise amazing kids.

At least that's how I see it.

And I'll be the kick-ass aunt to whom she always wants to hang out with.
I've already got 20 gazillion lullabies memorized to sing to her, and tons of stories in my head waiting to be told.

But alas, I haven't even revealed the best part!

The child is going to have the greatest name.
Berkleigh Sherece Bledsoe.


She just needs to climb out already.


I need a lil' lip balm.

Because it is getting cold.

The snow just needs to get here and stay...
So I can make one of these:

I've always wanted chill parents!
And do a lot of this:

And so I can dominate in every snowball fight.
It will happen.

You know what helps counteract the cold?

Sleeping in the hallway with The Hot Wall.

I'm pretty sure that's what cured Kenzie of her sickness. Sleeping under a wall of hot men.
It would definitely cure me.

Just for good measure, I'm going to share with the world the image that greets me every time I sit at my desk.

And to further ensure that your efforts have not gone unnoticed, you might want to throw in something minty.

Like lip balm.


Blogging is a right. Driving is a privilege.

Never attend a Defensive Driving class.
It was the l o n g e s t three hours of my life.

But, it improved my driving record.
I guess that's good.

I once heard that stargazing was quite an experience.
I bet whoever said that has never been tilegazing.
It's even more of an experience.

There is nothing like a weekend with your best friends. Honestly, there isn't.
Watching movies, eating junk food, watching more movies, eating slightly less junk food.
The best part?
And webcams.

Dear parents,
This is where your tuition money is going.
Love, Sherece.

P.S. just kidding.


Define: sentimental.

1. mawkish in feeling: affected acutely by emotional matters, often to the point of mawkishness

2. mawkish in expression: displaying too much uncontrolled or self-indulgent emotion

3. appealing to tender feelings: experiencing, appealing to, or expressing tender, often romantic or nostalgic, feelings

4. expressing deep feeling: expressing deep, refined feeling ( formal )

The above defines this post.

Ye be warned.


"What are you thankful for?"

This question is flying around everywhere, and it's got me thinking about my answer. It's nowhere near easy to answer, seeing as most people have an endless list of things they are thankful for.
Like me, for example.
However,I feel as though I also have endless list of things I take for granted.
So here is my quest to discover what I am grateful for, what truely defines me, and what I couldn't live without.
Bear with me.

I'm thankful for my life. Really, I am. You always think about being thankful for family and friends and material things and experiences, but most people don't stop and think about the fact that without life, those things wouldn't exist. Life really is worth living for. To the fullest extent. Every sunrise is another day I get to enjoy, every sunset is another day I was alive for.
Except for the last two days and the rest of the week, because I died Monday night and am now a zombie. But let's look past that.

I'm thankful for my family. The thing I take for granted the most. Without my mom and dad, I wouldn't be here. Obviously. Neither would any of my siblings.

Without my mom, I wouldn't be able to experience that mother-daughter bond. The one that makes you feel safe, secure, and so loved when you're with her.
I wouldn't know that feeling of being unnoticed, of causing disappointment, of the negativity that may not be constant but is so strong when it's there. My fear of failure wouldn't be so strong and prominent in my life. I am big and strong now because of those things.
Without my mom and my stepdad, I would have no reason to strive for perfection, because everyone else accepts me exactly as I am.
I love you, mom. I really do.
(All of that sounded harsh, but it needed to be said. No one listens to me like blogger.com does.)

Life without my dad. How would I survive that? No matter what I do wrong, I'm always A+ to him. He taught me to love unconditionally. He taught me that making mistakes doesn't make me a bad person. I will always remember these words: "We may be poor in money, but we will always be rich in love."
I am very mature in some ways because I learned from him, and I am immature in others because he showed me you're never too old to be young.
Without my dad, I wouldn't have witnessed firsthand the consequences and hardships that can come from big mistakes and procrastination.
I forgive easily and accept everyone, and I believe there isn't one person in the world who doesn't deserve to be loved.
I am myself because of my dad, and I am so thankful.

I have this sister whose name is Britny Elizabeth Bledsoe. A beautiful, kind, intelligent, protective, loving, caring, understanding sister that no other sister in the world even measures up to. She knows everything about me, even without me telling her. We understand each other. She loves me and my flaws. I would have been a completely different person right now had I not grown up with her by my side. She took every bullet, every blame, every consequence for me.
I could not ask for more.

I am thankful for my siblings. Connor, Shaniah, and Abbi. They are each so unique and amazing. Someday they will all grow up and be the people others wish they could be. Each one is as yielding as they are stubborn, as strong as they are weak, and as kind as they are cruel. Well, maybe they're all a lot more cruel than they are kind.
That, my friends, was a joke.
They make every day worth living, and each experience one to remember.
I hope they know how loved they are.

Becca, Kira, and Kenzie. My best friends. I never imagined I'd meet people like them here. Or anywhere.
I couldn't have asked for a better roommate. She and I are so different, yet so alike. We even finish each other's sentences. Precious! (You know who you are. YOU.)  *know this means more than it says!!!*
 I couldn't imagine someone who makes me laugh as much as Kira does. Before I met her, I never had a friend who could cause my sides to split every five seconds. We will be friends when we're 80, Kira. Each hearty laugh adds five years to your life, and at this rate, you're making me stay alive until I'm 750. So you better stick around for the ride.
I couldn't think of someone who cares as much as Kenzie. Never have I ever had a friend who always told me to 'buckle up' so many times! It's comforting to know that she wants me alive if I ever crash my car. Of the 20 gazillion people on this planet, there is no one like her.
They have made college so amazing!!
I can honestly say that....
I love them.

Ah, ha! You thought I would forget someone, didn't you?

Sillvia. The constant in my life. I fought with friends. I fought with family. I fought with homework. I fought with my stuffed animals.
I fought with my dog? False.
Unless you have a dog, there are no words to explain the bond between a dog and her owner. But we are more than just owners. We are our dogs best friends, their mothers, their 'number one's. And vice verca.
She is the most beautiful, smartest, greatest, most loyal dog anyone could ever ask for.

And so you see, this was a very cliche, sentimental post.

I am telling you now, at the end of it all, that you don't have to read it if you don't want to.
You're welcome.


Let's Do The Time Warp Again?

I know everyone and their dog does a blog post about their Halloween.
I've always wanted to fit in.
So here's mine.

Once upon a time, there was a really smart person who decided that there should be a day when everyone becomes someone (or something) else. This day would also be the exception to the "Don't take candy from strangers!" rule that parents burn into their childrens' minds.

But, hey, candy rules.

Eventually, Halloween evolved to be the day that people not only dressed as something other than themselves, but they also used it to show off a little more skin, if you know what I mean.

Then, in the year 2010(hey, that rhymed!), there were a bunch of girls at Utah State who dressed up for this big, awesome Halloween party.

I'm pretty sure they had the best costumes the world has ever seen.

Don't worry, you can see them too!

Circus Ringmaster
Miley Cyrus + Hannah Montana = Miley Montana

Lee Ving
A little fairy.

The whole fam damily.

So, yes. We were the best looking group of girls on Halloween.

Props to the most attractive guys, too.

A lacrosse player.

The answers to your prayers...
I should pray more often.


Friday, anyone?

I feel as though today should be a good day.
Aside from the fact that I didn't go to that spinning class. Or the turbo kick class.
But, alas, life goes on!

And this is what it goes on to...

There is a man. He works at The Junction.
He made my delicious sandwich today.
This man has the most amazing blue eyes. And he is very, very attractive.
Just had to get that off my chest. (What chest? Ohhh, burn.)

Anberlin is amazing.

(That's Anberlin. Just so you know.)
Am I right? Yes, of course I am.
Their concert was so awesome! As is every one of their songs.
Love them!

I taught myself how to play the first part of 'When I Look At You' on the piano. I feel so accomplished.

Becca's best friend is coming up today. I'm actually pretty excited.
Is that weird, considering I don't know her?
Yet again, that means I should probably tidy up my side of the room so as not to look like a slob...

And I will get on that as soon as possible.

Which means at the last minute.


On the corner of Memory Lane and Now Street.

I logged onto Myspace today.
I know, Myspace.
Lame? Yes.

I noticed that I had a comment on one of my 'blog' posts.
(Which, compared to this, is the most boring blog EVER.)

This was the post:

Let's see who REALLY knows me...
YOU fill in the blanks about ME even if u dont have any idea what they are and send it back to ME. But first post a blank one out to all your friends so they can return the favor to you.

My name:
Who is the love of my life:
Where did we meet:
Take a stab at my middle name:
How long have you known me:
When is the last time that we saw each other:
Do I smoke:
Do I drink:
When is my birthday:
What was your first impression of upon meeting me:
Do I have any siblings:
What's one of my favorite things to do:
Am I funny:
What's my favorite type of music:
What is the best feature about me:
Am I shy or outgoing:
Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules:
Do I have any special talents:
Would you consider me a friend/good friend:
Would you call me preppy, average, sporty, punk, hippie, glam, nerdy, snobby, or something else (what):
What is a memory we have once had:
Have you ever hugged me:
Do you miss me...do you think i miss you:
What is my favorite food:
Have you ever had a crush on me:
If there was one good nickname for me, what would it be:
What's your favorite memory of me:
Who do I like right now:
What is my worst habit:
If you and I were stranded on a desert island, what one thing would I bring?:Are we friends:
Will you repost this so I can do it for you?:
I posted this on June 9, 2009. Then, today at 9:44 pm, Kimberlee Lewis* commented on it.
This is what she replied:

Sherece Bledsoe, Me duh haha, a little town called redmond, Kelly :], birth, My party that got busted lol, No and No haha, Feburary 14 :], my first impresssion.. Hah man she's werid.. but i like it :], Yes 4 in fact, Umm you really like reading, you are hilarious!!!, you like all kinds o music silly, lol most people would go straight to the legs but your eyes are truly mesmerizing, You are rather shy but i can always get that outgoing side outta you, You do follow alot of rules but you remember how we got our bows from claires? Hah that's all im going to say, you can play the piano by ear, i consider you family, you can be a little bit of everything but i'd go with amazing :], Yes!, I miss you! You Miss me!, Idk if its your favorite but you eat peanut butter and potatoe chip sandwiches, a little one maybe hahah, well Kenny and all those guys still call you legs so thats a good one, I have to pick one?? o god maybe the time when you tricked your dad into saying what? it took forever but that was my favorite "nossing" ever!!!, Im not sure who you like now.. But the Red Jumpsuit singer is totuhlee diggin you haha, You tend to be a little harsh on yourself.. But hey aren't we all?, Probably a good book to read, Yes we are thee best of friends! and no i probably wont haha love you Recey!

It kind of just made me feel happy and loved :)
It's this kind of reminiscing that brings joy!
Other memories, not so much.

But now, it is today. And I've new hills to walk my bike up.

*Kimberlee Dawn Lewis is the girl whom broke my shell and made me who I am today. She gave me confidence, love, friendship, and trust. Most of those qualities remained even after our friendship heartbreakingly disintegrated.


I have analyzed my love for surveys.

And I discovered that it's the best way to talk about yourself without any interruptions from pointless tales of others' love lifes.

That came out kind of harsh. Let me rephrase.

Survey (v)
look at something carefully; to look at or consider somebody or something closely, especially in order to

form an opinion.
 A- Age: Eighteen
B- Bed size: Extra long twin.
C- Chore you hate: Weeding the garden.
D- Dogs or cats: Dogs!
E-Essential start for your day: Get out of bed. I find that necessary sometimes.
F-Favorite color: Purple. But only the soft purples or the deep purples. None of that bright stuff.
G-Gold or silver: Silver.
H-Height: 5'11"
I-Instruments you've played: Piano. Vocal chords?
J-Job title: Seeking.
K-Kid(s): Darling things.
L-Loud or quiet: Depends on the setting.
M-Moms name: April. Or was it March...?
N-Nicknames: Rece, Rooster, Legs.
O-Overnight hospital stays: Once, when I was born.
P-Pet peeve: When people drive the speed limit or slower in the fast lane. Come on, people, it's the fast lane!
Q-Favorite quote from a movie: "'Be excellent to each other.' 'Party on, dudes!'"
R-Right or left handed: Right.
S-Siblings: Britny, Connor, Shaniah, Abbi, Tiffany, Amber, Clint.
T-Time you wake up: Usually around eight.
U-Underwear: Check.
V-Vegetable you dislike: Only the ones that qualify as a vegetable. The rest are fine.
W-Ways you run late: By not leaving on time. That usually does it.
X- X-Rays you've had: Twenty gazillion for my spine, ten gazillion for my teeth, and one for my tumors.
Y-Yummy food you make: I make a mean bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios.
Z-Zoo favorite: Giraffes.


You know that feeling you get?
The one when you're away from home, having a grand old time, and suddenly it hits you that you're not entirely comfortable where you're at because the only place you're entirely comfortable is at home?
Well, I've never felt that.

What I get sick for is my dog. I miss her more than anything.

I mean, I know a few girls who tear up at the thought of home. I have a best friend who's heart is hurting. There's probably some people out there who are saddened by the fact that their parents aren't there to cushion them from the world anymore. And then there's me, who cries over her dog instead of her absent family.

But, come on, who wouldn't cry over this adorable creature?!
Okay, there are two adorable creatures in that picture, but here's hoping that it was obvious I was talking about the one with four legs.

Tongue-tied and twisted?

Okay, kids, class is in session. And I missed it again.

I've been spending all of yesterday and today contemplating what to write in my blog. So far, what I have written has probably outshined every other blog.
Yes, I believe so.
My roommate and I started our blogs yesterday, which means we each have one follower! And now I must write intelligent things so as to not sound ridiculous.
These are very high expectations.
Lower your blogging expectations of me, Becca!

So. Freshman year of college. Not as wild a ride as I anticipated. BUT, I wouldn't trade it for anything.

It's a very odd yet heartwarming feeling knowing that I have actual friends. Not that I never have, but under the circumstances, I haven't had more than one friend at a time for years. After thirteen houses, eleven moves, and seven high schools, it's easy to give up on friendship. And losing an amazing best friend in the process doesn't help much either.
Now, though, I feel like I belong. I don't anticipate the next move or transferring to the next school. I don't expect to lose the friends I now have.
I anticipated opening up to my roommate and floormates would have been a lot harder because of my past, but it turns out it was a lot easier.
 Maybe I just gave in to my need of friendship and belonging.
Thank goodness I gave in.

By the way, why is it so surprising that I have never been on an actual date?
Yes, you read that statement correctly.
I mean, I've been to school dances where we eat dinner beforehand, and I've hung out with a guy before (obviously) but I've never been taken out on a date. I did the asking for the dances, and usually suggested the hangout.
Lots of people haven't been on a date yet. Then again, even more people have been on one.
Oh well, it will happen eventually. And if not, there's nothing chocolate can't fix.