Rundown

Is it just me, or has blogging been dying? Slowly, but surely?

Come on, people! I want to creepily stalk your life!
Let's get back in the swing of posting!
Myself included...

I can't very well chastise without acting myself....so here's a brief update on the spring break.

I did NOT have to get my wisdom teeth out. Apparently, I have the slowest teeth in the universe because those suckers haven't moved in 2 years and, according to Mr. Dentist, will likely not be moving for the next 18 months. So those 3 little guys (yep, be jealous, I've only got 3 of them) can just stay put for the time being.

I did NOT catch up on homework as I was originally planning on. Instead, I wasted my days with extra long runs and devouring the Hunger Games series (half-way through #3 and I'm still here updating y'all. You ARE welcome). Now, is it just me or did you guys have freakish dreams while getting through the series? Cause I will tell you what-my dreams have been whack.

I hit up Moab with the fam and then some. We were going to do the swing (you've seen the viral video, yes?) but it was too windy. Still a rockin trip. More info here.

In other news, a certain somebody had a chat with my dad, if you get what I'm saying. Don't worry, you'll be notified...

I also had the lovely opportunity of getting the nasty cold that was going around. And I made the mistake of taking some NyQuil when I woke up this morning. It was the only cold medicine I had and the sore throat had taken a turn for the worse. I don't know what I was thinking. But let's be honest-returning to responsibilities after a nice long week of spring break is hard enough. Adding NyQuil to the mix has done nothing for my stamina. Which is why I'm currently sitting at work trying my hardest not to nod off. Wish me luck.

I hope your spring break was just as awesome or even more so. And if you go to BYU and didn't have one, I pity you.

The Truth Comes Out

Fact: My semester is basically ridiculously easy.

Fact: I am a full time student...technically speaking...

Fact: I have tons of free time on my hands.

Fact: I still manage to fail at posting regularly.

Fact: I almost always post while I'm at work.

Fact: Lately, I've actually had to work while I'm at work.

Items I can neither confirm nor deny:

Working at work=no computer time at work
no computer time at work=no computer time at all
no computer time at all=no posting

Let's be honest, people. I'm just being darn lazy.

Forgive me. I'll try to do better.

Whaaa?!?

Sometimes I get to thinking...

And I think about how it's February...

...and how I'm outside running

in shorts and a t-shirt.

I'm not complaining.

Not at all.

It's fan-freakin-tastic.

I'm just saying

it's kinda weird...

but I'll take it...

...as long as it doesn't mean snow in May.

Read It

This is a picture of some of my siblings. The guy in the middle is Eric. Eric The Bro, as he is known on my phone.

He recently created himself a new blog. So check it out, bra. It's as awesome as he is.

That is all.

My Weakness

I am the lamest person ever. I'm writing another post about shoes. Shoes for heaven's sake! I've got these awesome friends who write about stuff that actually matters. Like Jessica who writes about her amazing teaching experiences in Russia and her oh-so-fitting aspirations. Or Evan, this insanely talented writer who is going to change the world and kick everyone's butt while he's at it.

And then there's me.
And my pressing matters.
AKA: shoes.

Man, I suck.

Meh. I was deprived for a year (Successful New Years Resolution 2011: Not buy any shoes for the whole year...running shoes being an obvious exception). I can flaunt my bargained shoe buying now, yes? Well, it's my blog. I do what I want.

Excuse to buy this particular pair #1. I've wanted Toms for a very long time. But I'm too cheap.

Excuse to buy this particular pair #2. Everyone in the Psych department was talking about buying red heels for graduation (SUU=red and black...our gowns are black so we need some color, am I right or am I right or am I right?). But I pretty much never ever wear heels. And when would I wear red ones?

You see where I'm going with this?

So I bought these:

They look pretty much like the real things (Toms), yes? Yep, I know they do. But they're not.

Yeah. I've never heard of the brand either. But I found these at our campus bookstore for only $15.95. Not $50 plus shipping and handling.

So there you go. Be jealous. Or think about how lame my blog posts are. Whatever. My feet and wallet are happy and that's what matters.

The Happiest Place on Earth

Clear back in September, my mom called me up and was like, "Are you going to be busy next semester? Will you be able to miss any classes?"

I answered, "Well, gosh. I mean, I'm going to be graduating that semester...so I'll probably be pretty busy, you know?"

"Oh. Well, Dad and I were thinking about planning a trip to Disneyland when Kyle gets back..."

"You know, mom. I could probably squeeze that into my schedule," I couldn't let go of my pride.

But let's be honest, people. It's Disneyland. It wasn't a matter of squeezing. It was a matter of kicking absolutely everything to the curb--school, work, relationships, life in general--so that I could live it up with the fam in the happiest place on earth.

And, oh my, it was the best trip ever.

Because I'm extra lazy, I'm only putting up the pics I took on my phone. This means that the quality is sub-par. But you can still sense the awesomeness from these, so I'm not too worried. Plus, I'm pretty sure the people who peruse/skim my blog are also my friends on the FB. So if you would like further documentation on our Disneyland/California Adventures adventure, I give you permission to stalk me, or my sister Heather.

Moving right along...

I hadn't ever seen the pier at night. It is a definite must.
Super awesome.

Heather and I were much to cheap to purchase
the over-priced Disney paraphernalia.
So we made our own Mickey mouse ears.

Probably one of the most classic rides in the park.
And believe me:
We Were Flying.

"Fists forward!"
On California Screamin'
(Which, interestingly enough, goes verrry well with Rihanna's California King Bed.
"On this California Screamin'
we're ten thousand miles an hour..."
Yeah, we're awesome.

Hahaha. One of my faves.
I'm talking about the ride and the pic.
Obviously.

Gosh. The trip was epically awesome. Be jealous.

Anyone who's thinking about a Disneyland trip, feel free to invite me along :)

Some Necessary Changes

It was definitely time for me to buy some new running shoes.

I know plenty of individuals who can make their pair of running shoes last for years (yes, folks, that is multiple). I'm always in aw of these people. Maybe they are insanely frugal. Or maybe they're minimalists. Maybe they read Born to Run and now believe that shoes are for wimps.

I am not one of these people.

I've gotta get a new pair every 6-10 months.

..............maybe I run more than those guys..............?
At least that's what I tell myself.

I've had my current pair since Juneish. "They" say that a pair of running shoes should last 300-500 miles. Having trained for several long distance races in said current pair, I knew I had probably passed that limit. And while I didn't think mine were completely dead, I kinda got the feeling that a new pair would be needed soon.

So during the Christmas break I headed over to Runner's Corner (the only place that I buy running shoes. Honestly, I should be an honorary customer). Right before I turned into the parking lot I had a battle with myself.

Did I really want to spend all that money on new shoes?
I mean, my pair wasn't that bad.
I could make them last...
Maybe...

But I made the turn, parked and headed inside, accepting the fact that I probably wouldn't be up to the area for serious shopping until spring break. Which would definitely be past my shoe's expiration date.

I told the worker what pair I wanted and it wasn't until she brought out the brand new shoes that I realized just how beat up mine had gotten.

I mean, check it out:

The Old Pair

When the worker saw this pair she was like,
"How long have you had these??"

Then I saw the new ones and I understood why she was so aghast.

The New Pair

See that difference?
Yeah. I'm thinking these babies were needed.