home.

Driving gives you a heck of a lot of time to think to yourself about nothing in particular.

1. Missouri is called the "Show-Me" state. Umm... What exactly are we showing here, people?
2. Nebraska's motto: "Equality before the law." So... An eye for an eye? Haven't we moved past that?
3. I miss my best friend.
4. I've been a terrible example to my brother... I text in the car. (But only when I need to! It was my mom, okay?) Anyways, he texts while he's driving, and let me just say that I have this theory that men can only think of one thing at a time, and he didn't prove me wrong this weekend.

Other highlights...
1. The bright blue- and yellow-painted Baymont that smelled like curry.
2. AmEx thinking some crazy person had stolen my card because I never use it on Sundays, and especially not to buy gas in three different states. (It's understandable. Also, can I mention that I hate outsourcing?)
3. Much better storms than the piddly ones we get in Utah.
4. Lots of Coldplay and Mat Kearney.
5. HUMIDITY. My hair is having a heyday. 

That's about all you need to know.

P.S. I'm HOME.

oh, brother.

Is it normal for your laptop to smell like it's burning? Cool. Thanks, Dell. Spring term is over. Hallelujah, because I could not handle any more weeks like the last few. Complete and utter torture. (Okay, maybe a bit dramatic. But hey, I'm a girl... I'm allowed to do that.) Anyways, here is my bro of a brother, Oakley sunglasses and all. The three of us will be road-tripping across the country this weekend. Wish us luck. Actually, wish me luck. And sanity.

life is good.

One major perk of not having a boyfriend: doing your makeup and hair however you want. Will your lipstick smudge if you get kissed? No. Will your bun get messed up if you cuddle? No. Because those things aren't happening. Duh. So, behold.

Okay, so the other pictures are all terrible. On another happy note, guess who's getting a better grade than she thought in Anatomy? This girl. Life is good, people. Now on to final #2, packing, and leaving to drive across the country all in the next 36 hours. Party on.

P.S. Maybe it's just because I'm a self-professed girl now, but this video almost made me tear up today. Thanks a lot, Katy.

dear DN.

Dear DN and other Facebook partiers,

STOP SENDING ME THINGS ABOUT CLUBS ON FACEBOOK. Have you met me? Do I club? (Here's a hint... The answer to both of those questions is no.) I don't think I've ever had a real-life conversation with you. I don't know why we're Facebook friends. I used to creep on you and your girlfriend because you would post cute statuses about her, but I think you guys broke up, so basically love is a sham. Do you directly benefit if I mark "attending" on that Facebook event? I really don't think so. Furthermore, I don't even live in the ATL anymore, so in order to attend these events, I'd have to fly about 1876 miles. Do I look like I want to do that so I can go to "Girls Gone Wild hosted by Club Opera"? Negatory. Do I look like one of said "Girls Gone Wild"? I'm really hoping that this post will somehow send you stop-inviting-me-to-clubs-on-fb vibes, because I don't even know you well enough to say any of this to you. Have a nice life. And stop clubbing, it's gross.

Your Facebook friend (and that's about it),
HNS

me and my mad game.

I showed I-15 some lovin' this weekend by heading up north twice. Once to pick up M, and once to hear one of my besties give a farewell talk in church before she heads off to Taiwan to serve a mission for a year and a half. And I'm not one of those crazy Facebook chicks who has an album entitled "me <3" with about fifty pictures of herself posing in front of her bathroom mirror in a tank top and booty shorts, making pouty faces at the camera, but hey, I liked my outfit on Saturday. And I wore my hair up, which I never do. I hate posting pictures of myself, but this one is acceptable. So you're going to have to look at me.

My brother is in the next room over right now. My youngest brother J and I are similar, but M is not like us. He doesn't worry about things, he actually has athletic skills and isn't a total klutz, and he "spits mad game." J and I do not have "mad game." My friend JT used to love showing me a different YouTube video every time I went over to his house. One time something like this was waiting for me...

Now that is some quality advice. Good grammar, too. I probably could have used this in middle school, since my sixth-grade boyfriend is now gay. But don't worry, ladies. There is hope. Just fall into him.

i am a girl.

Contrary to popular belief, I am a girl. With emotions. And a heart. AndsometimesItearupduringbirthingvideosinanatomy. (Gross, right?)

Boy: "Whoa... There are some girls are crying in the back!"
Me: "Yeah... Some people are so dramatic..." Sniffle.

Of course, I only teared up until they started showing the whole kahuna. (Yeah... we saw it all.) That dried up my lacrimal glands real fast.

i know more about your body than you do.

Seriously. I do. Ask me what nerve controls mastication? I'll tell ya. The muscles that move your thumb? Easy peasy. That bone in your foot that's hurting? I've got it. But put me in a room with a lab final, and I freak. Evidently I am completely incompetent in room 334, because I did not get the grade I wanted. Two qualities that don't mix well: perfectionism and self-deprecation, with a hint of overanalysis. Let's be real. I studied a lot. I knew my stuff. Or did I? Did I do everything that I could have done to study for this final? Well... No... So it's my fault. I should have known better. Right? Or do we just accept it like it is, like it was supposed to happen like this? (This is when you know it's bed time.) Such is life. Such is my freakish brain. (Including all 12 cranial nerves. I can tell you all about fetal development of the brain, too... Want to hear that?) Well... At least I was able to tie a pretty good-looking bow, right?

bloggy blah blah.

So. As you may know, I'm a freak. I have some strange habits. One of which is that I have a tendency to avoid people. I'm quite good at it. There are certain techniques to this. For example, you can calculate angles and speeds so that you happen to be in the perfect position just barely behind a very tall guy when you would have passed someone you know but don't want to talk to. You can also take different routes if you happen to see someone you know. There's also the age-old texting trick. I have a strange radar for awkward situations, and for whatever reason, they give me anxiety attacks. Yes. That's right. I'm pathetic. And super-awkward for having anxiety over awkwardness. Today I sat in my car for a few minutes instead of going to anatomy lab. And lo and behold, who should pass by but a couple from one of the blogs I read? It's a nice blog. And by nice I mean I live vicariously through her because I have no life. She's cute. Her husband is cute. Blah, blah, blah. So with all this cuteness passing me, did I jump out and say hi and thank her for her cute contribution to the world like a polite little blogger friend? Negatory. I just sat there. I am probably the coolest person who will ever not say hi to you.

the happenings of today.

1. Learning the reproductive system in anatomy. (Also affectionately known as "pornatomy.")
2. Poking a girl in anatomy with my pencil (on accident) and her not noticing.
3. Totally dropping my water bottle while holding a baby and spilling all over myself, completely sparing the little tyke.
4. FINALLY getting an apartment for the fall.
5. Cutting my own hair when it's ticking me off.
6. A letter from a good friend.
7. Pink lipstick.

a slight mysophobe.

Number of times I have spilled hand sanitizer on myself this weekend: 3.

Number of times I have used hand sanitizer this weekend: infinity.

Look, just because you're a little obsessive-compulsive doesn't mean that your inner klutz doesn't rear its ugly head every once in a while. And yes, this is really what my hand sanitizer says. I embrace it.

habits.

I am a creature of habit. Seriously. Come with me to Subway, I will get the same exact thing every time: a kids' meal, which consists of a 4-inch turkey sandwich on wheat, toppings of provolone cheese (toasted), tomatoes, spinach, onions, and cucumbers if I'm feeling crazy, with oil and vinegar and salt and pepper, apple juice to drink, and two cookies, one sugar and one chocolate-chip. And if I go to Pita Pit? A wheat pita with turkey, tomatoes, spinach, onions, cucumbers, and hummus and a tomato-pesto vinaigrette. Wild, right? Apparently it takes about 21 days to make something a habit. But what about breaking a habit? Does that take 21 days as well? I submit that it does not. Breaking a habit, especially a bad one, can take forever. Sometimes a fluke happens, but I've had habits that have taken years to break. So the moral of the story is not to create bad habits in the first place. Like... blogging and thinking about other things when you should be studying. Happy Friday, people.