Hey All!

Okay, lovely readers, here's the deal:

Muchas grasias for being so incredibly patient with me. I have been disgustingly terrible at keeping up with the whole "being a faithful blogger" deal. So, I am writing this post outrageously quickly...I have to go to work in 15 minutes. See? That is how much I love you all-I am willing to sacrifice 15 minutes of valuable time I could be spending on homework or facebook stalking just so I can update you all about my life.

I promise that I will have posts to come entailing my recent trip to the San Diego, my lovely new apartment, my full class/work schedule and, don't you worry, additional BYU vs. SUU conquests. But for now I'll keep it brief.

I'm back in Cedar. Exciting, I know. But really I'm glad to be back and I'm pretty stoked about this year. I mean, last year I was extremely busy being depressed about a certain individual who, quite effectively, broke my heart. Also, I was a freshman, and we all know that nobody likes those kind of people anyway-right? Yes. Okay. So this year will be good. I am healthy (for the most part) and happy and, best of all? I'm not a freshman this year.

However, there are some things about Cedar that I suppressed from my memory. Upon returning, however, I was very rudely awakened to these forgotten facts. Facts like:

• the fact that there are about 4 radio stations in cedar. Out of all four of those only like one half actually count as a decent station. All the rest of the stations have these long drawling voices reverberating the beauty of the "tumblin' tumbleweed" or talking about their dog.
• and also, the wind here in cedar makes it so that every girl looks like this on the sabbath:

Minus the scandalousness, of course.

*sniffle*

After only having worked two days of my new summer job, I decided that I would dedicate the summer to getting through that job. That was my only goal: surviving.

Today, with three and a half months of work behind me, was my last day.

And at the beginning I never thought I would say this...but I'm sad.

I'm really going to miss my fantastically awesome coworkers who helped me get through those forty hour work weeks.

These are those awesome coworkers I was mentioning.

(Yeah, we're SO high school musical)

BYU vs. SUU: David and Goliath

So. I am incredibly sorry that I have not posted anything for so long. I am truly a slacker. But in all honesty-I've been busy. My schedule is super lame and boring but it takes a lot out of me...lamely. Really. sigh. So, today, when I started thinking about posting something I really decided I was not going to do a BYU vs. SUU post...all because I am just not feeling that witty. Writing a nice little post about what I've been doing sounded much more pleasant and not nearly as creatively tolling. That's when I realized. I would have nothing to write about. My life consists of basically 4 things:

• Waking up at the butt crack of dawn to go running (potential highlight of my day crushed into what is the groggy can't-really-call-it-awake wakefulness)
• Going to work where I generally sit and/or do completely random jobs...like make a mass of baby boy cards
• Mondays/Wednesdays I have two classes. Both two and an half hours long. In a row. That means 5 hours of sitting, listening to lectures. No, beauty is not the word I would use to define it...
• After all that I study. Need I say more?

So...yeah. That's my life. And I completely understand why no one would want to read about it. And so you get another evaluation of the schools. I hope you realize from the title that BYU=Goliath and SUU=David.
I'm not implying that SUU ultimately kicks BYU's trash...not necessarily...Nor am I implying that BYU is a monster. And I'm not saying anything about SUU eventually killing a man to get away with fornication...actually, I might be on to something there...

Anyway. What I am saying is that BYU is ginormous. Really. It is gargantuan. Especially when compared to the minisculosity of SUU.


Like today was the first time that I actually ventured into BYU's library. That library has potential to swallow you whole. It's terrifying. And I love libraries (I mean, I work at the one on campus in Cedar). But, after plunging to the depths, I decided I very much love that huge HBLL. Minus the fact that it smells kind of like an old person's house when you get in the not-so-commonly-used sections. I love it, but my heart will always belong to the Gerald R. Sherratt Library.

But, clearly, the library is not the only place of all consuming ginormity. It spreads across campus. There are like a bazillion students. And then some. And they probably have enough buildings with enough rooms so that each student could have his or her own personal study space.

SUU is kind of like the size of a really huge high school. Big. But not so big that you run into (literally) a new person every day. I believe the best way to illustrate this is to show a picture of each football stadium:

Lavell Edwards Stadium Seats: 65,000 Eccles Coliseum Seats: 9,500 (on a good day).
And, yes,
That really is the best picture I could find of SUU's stadium.

All other pictures show an empty arena.

Clearly, BYU also loves their football more.

This might have to do with the fact that they are actually good when it comes to football.

BYU vs. SUU Part 3: Oh, the Wonderful World of Dating

So...we meet again, this time comparing the guys at each university. I swear, there are some very admirable qualities of BYU...but I will get to those later...because the guys are not an admirable quality here.

I realize that it is unfair to make such a sweeping generalization about a population which I have limited information about. However, I do have my experiences and, somehow, I deem these worthy of making a very educated hypothesis. And my hypothesis is this: Boys at BYU are tactless.

tact·less/ˈtæktlɪs/ Show Spelled[takt-lis]

–adjective; lacking tact; showing no tact; undiplomatic; offendingly blunt

Please observe the following experiences I have had whilst enduring my summer at BYU that have lead me to the formulation of such a hypothesis:

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Situation #1:

When I started working at my new job on campus, I met a very friendly individual. We got along fairly well, especially because one day after work, like 2 weeks after we met, he offered to purchase me some ice cream, which could possibly be the fastest way to my heart, so kudos on his part. However, things quickly took a turn for the worse, when a week later he revealed his secret goal to me. "Kim," he said, "my goal before I go home at the end of this term (term ended middle of June) is to kiss you." Do all guys think there's something wildly romantic about making awkward goals so blatantly obvious? Did he think that I would rush into his arms, lips fully puckered, because-if I didn't-what kind of snotty girl would I be-not letting an innocent young man fulfill his long contemplated aspiration?

In his defense...I still don't know if he was joking or not.

And FYI: He returned to his home town for the remainder of the summer without accomplishing his goal.

Situation #2:

For my minor-Family Services-I am taking the class "Preparation for Marriage." It's actually a really interesting class...but that's beside the point. On the first day of class, as I entered the room (I want to emphasize the fact that I was literally entering the room when I heard this comment, I had been in the class for less than 10 seconds), I overheard one of the guys in the class say to another fellow male, "I plan on getting more than a couple of dates out of this class." Yes, he said it loud. Yes, he said it despite the fact that there were clearly several young women in the room at the time-who could unquestionably hear him. And, yes, he was checking everybody out the remainder of the two and a half hour class.

Situation #3:

My most ginormous Human Development class is always running out of seats. People have to sit in the aisle every day. So, I try to arrive early enough that I can sit on a real chair. On one such day, I spotted an empty seat on the end of a row, so I asked the boy sitting next to the empty seat, "Is anybody sitting here?" To which he replied, "Yeah. My new girlfriend."

He actually said that.

Sorry, buddy, but I'm not a freshman, so that line's not gonna work on me. Thanks for the flattery, though.

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Anyway. That is what has lead me to make the very educated hypothesis that has been presented. I would explain how the SUU boys that I have associated with have tact...but this post is long enough-so just know that they do (oh, wait-minus one boy...but he didn't technically go to SUU...okay-I'll tell that story later) have tact. Generally. And BYU boys don't. Generally.

Good News!

I am clearly very handicap in regards to technology. With such an encumbrance, it never occurred to me that you can text pictures to your email! Even without internet! Oh, how you learn new things everyday. Anyhow, lucky for all of you, you will now have access to view my future wedding dress...assuming it is still sitting at the Rexburg DI in 2+ years for the fabulous price of $40.00. And, also assuming that I don't gain that sophomore seventeen (or is it seventy?) because we had a difficult time zipping it up as is. Anyhow, enjoy!


I know, I know, the dress is basically to die for. Now you know what you were missing out on.

P.S. For any of you who enjoy the BYU vs. SUU posts, I've definitely got another one comin' so get excited...

ROAD TRIP!!!

So, once upon a time, my cousins-Mary and Anna-and I decided to take a road trip. Our awesome cousin Hailey is going to school at BYU-I in Rexburg and we thought it might be fun to hit it up some weekend. So we packed our duffel bags, mooched milk and cereal from Aunt Gretchen (not to mention a tank of gas), and set out on our wonderful journey.

The terrible traffic finally cleared up past Logan-ish. And the rest of the trip went smoothly (*cough* minus A. the time when Mary had to slam on her brakes in order to stop her car from careening into the car in front of us that had stopped-not slowed down, mind you-but just suddenly stopped and B. the time that Mary was driving on the wrong side of the road at like 10mph and another car was coming our way *cough.*) But really. It was a pretty awesome drive, despite the near deaths and the fact that we spent an extra hour in the car due to the horrific traffic.

Now, as is understandable, we were a little worried about the trip. I mean, it's Idaho. Like, when you think Idaho you think potatoes. And, I mean, I'm all for potatoes. Really, I love them. But a whole state that has no other identifiable assets? Yeah. We were a bit distressed about how this was going to turn out. And we were going to the heart of a college campus. And not just any college campus-but BYU-I. The place where you go if you are too righteous for BYU Provo. And, apparently, too desperate for Provo, as was made obvious by this lovely sign situated on the first apartment complex we saw upon arriving:

But-not to worry-Hailey lived in the apartment next to the above monstrosity. Also lucky for us, we have an awesome and a half cousin who got the party going before we even walked in her door. We went straight to a drive-in-theater. I barely missed the drive-in-theater craze in my youth-so the one and only drive in movie I have ever attended played Zorro and The Parent Trap. This time, we were apparently on a Cameron Diaz marathon-because we watched Knight and Day and Shrek Forever After.


***Movie critique: I didn't think Day and Knight deserved all the awesome ratings it has been getting. Shrek was funny...but I don't know if I would have enjoyed it if it weren't 1 in the morning***

On Saturday we went garage saling and then to DI. I purchased a most fabulous purse for the most fabulous price of 1 dollar (Bob, one dollar! okay, sorry). And, I regret to inform you, that I also tried this epic wedding dress-with poofy sleeves, mermaid cut, ruffles-we're talking about the ninety's works- but the camera I took on the trip had no memory left on it and had no batteries left (I'm super prepared)-sorry (p.s. thanks mary-I stole these photos from your facebook). You're missing out. I promise. But we also went to this little boutique that had these cute hair things. When we saw them we said, "Those are super cute. But we could totally make that." So we reached deep (some had to reach deeper than others) for that crafty side and ravaged the local Wal-Mart to create these:
All that churning of creative juices made us starving so we went to the Teriyaki Grill. We ordered 2 plates for 5 people and still couldn't finish it. That's how much food they served. And it was delish.

Next on the agenda was traversing through these wicked sah-weet ice caves. It was like Nutty Putty cave mixed with Spooky-the slot canyon-but in the arctic. I was soaked to the bone...and being soaked in jeans is quite uncomfortable. So the bonfire with s'mores after the hike was especially fan-freaking-tastic.

In the morning on Sunday we went to church...Okay, it was just the sacrament meeting portion and I had to pinch myself to stop me from falling asleep because of all the partying of the weekend. After that we had to say goodbye. The drive home was still awesome, but much less...exciting...in regards to death. Anyway. Awesome weekend.
I LOVE MY COUSINS!

BYU vs. SUU Part 2: Orch Dorks and Choir Queers

Another thing I've noticed while perusing BYU is the abundance of nerds.

This is a terribly awful thing to say, especially considering the fact that I don't really know know many people on campus. However, just walking around you can sense the generally dorkiness. Now, clearly, BYU doesn't consist entirely of a population of pocket protector-wearing geeks. But let's just say that the number of men I see sporting parted missionary hair is way too high. And conversations I overhear walking across campus can be pretty ridiculous. And nerdy paraphernalia abounds.

Don't think I'm being a hater-because I'm not. In fact, my high school years were filled with friends who were orch dorks and choir queers and an occasional band geek (there weren't too many because the band at SHS is reminiscent of a cult...no one really said it-but we all knew it). I was one of those choir queers (though, not a true one-I was in and out of choir throughout the years and I finally quit halfway through my senior year (best decision ever)-oh-and I refused to sing on the bus-clearly, I am not a true choir queer...but I digress).

So, yeah. Nerds and IQs abound here are BYU.

And, speaking of choir queers, such is the epitome of SUU. Just kidding. Kind of.

Hold on...I feel a random tangent that I must get out before I continue: Okay, so lots of people assume the SUU is only for theater majors...but its NOT. There are plenty of other majors at SUU. That is why it's a university...get it? Yeah, I thought so.

Okay. Now that everyone is aware that SUU is, in fact, a real college, we can discuss SUU's thespianism. SUU lives in the same town where the Shakespearean Festival is held. Thus, Cedar City is filled with copious amounts of drama loving people. And that is one thing I notice on campus quite often. Whether it's the outrageously planned costumes at the institute's themed dances or the people singing at the top of their lungs (and to/by themselves, mind you) as they walk across campus, you can tell that you're in Festival City, USA.

Again, having choir going friends through high school, I'm actually quite used to random bursts of song.

Anyway. I don't which one is better-geeks or thespians. But that's the difference. And thus it is.