Mega Blog Post

So it's been a while since I've blogged. Okay so a week but I've had withdrawls and it's all been because I've been bad at taking pictures this week. We did a lot of fun things but I didn't have pictures of the events so I decided there was no fun in that. So here's the recap of the last week.
There was a lot of birthdays.
Mitch's- In D2. If L4 was a sorority and D2 was a Fraternity. We'd be brothers and sisters. That't it. They are great.

Jenna's. She is 19. We celebrated her birthday week. We went to dinner with the girls to Chili's all dressed up and then for her actual birthday we went for Pizza is a tavern. Coolest place ever. And we had a little party with the coolest people ever.

                              

Then it was Jaron's. Brittany-my roommates, boyfriend. And let me tell you, they are perfect. Their love is the cutest thing ever. So we went to Texas Roadhouse with there high school friends. It was a lot of fun.

Saddles, Smurfs, Peanuts, play dough ice cream, Volley-base, cheerleaders and good times.

Pictures from this are yet to come. That was last night.

It was Homecoming Week so we went to the Football game. We lost that... but we got Blue snow cones!!

We hung out with some way fun kids that were my roommates Brie's friends from Murray. Turns out we went to Elementary School together.Parkside Panthers baby. Good times. We went to the DI with them and laughed way freaking hard.

                                                       

Then we did a Roommate photo shoot so we could all just be cute and have pictures around our non-decorated apartment. So Here's some of those. And my room mates...

Me and Jenna

    

 Brittany and Jennifer

Brie and Bre

                                                                                                           

L4. We rock.

 I love all these girls so much! I really feel so lucky to have such awesome roommates and that we all can get along. They are the greatest and they are gorgeous so whatever. They are part of the reason college is the best. It is the best thing ever. Lets be honest.
Oh and!! Jenna and I got the coolest sweatshirts ever.. Check it.

Foxy Lady

Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay

This is about to possibly take over for my cheesiest blog post ever. So if you don't like cheese-skip it.
Yesterday, Tuesday September 20 was a huge adventure. Monday, as seen on my previous blog post, was not that great of a day. I was having a rough time and just needed a break. Then I got one.
Once upon a time there was this boy that was the cutest and spoiled me rotten, not to be confused with previously blogged about boys, this boys name was Mike.

Mike and I have... a past. It is such a long story and most people don't want to know. Those who know the whole story, well then you'd be Jenna, so other then that you just need to know we have a past. The most recent part of that past was when we dated all of Senior year of high school. It was great-loved every second of it! But we broke up about a month and half or so before school ended but stayed friends...for the most part. 

Anyway, he is up here in the land of Logan. And he is keeping me sane. :) 

After my bad day, and somewhat one of his (apparently I put a lot of people in bad moods on Monday or it might have just been a day of bad days for everyone.) But, it doesn't matter because this is about Tuesday.

I went to my normal classes, well one of them and decided I'd learned enough about the Founding Fathers and skipped out on my Institutions class. At about noon I headed home and Mike texted me to call him when I was done. I called him. Right that second. 

He said he was coming over to make lunch and put it in our lunchboxes and we were going. 

Where we were going was still unknown to me. 

We grabbed a few things and he told me to grab my swimsuit.

I was in complete panic. 

What was he going to make me do now?!

Mike is notorious for making me do things I never thought I'd do. He makes me be daring and spontaneous. 

I obliged and we headed on our way.

He started driving through Logan Canyon and since I had never really done that I was completely lost. 

My lack of a sense of direction was not helping me figure out where we were going. 

Then it hit me. I HAD been through this canyon before!

On our way home from...

BEAR LAKE!

That was it. We were headed to Bear Lake for what turned out to be the most perfect day.

I got so excited. Like SO excited!

We got there and walked to his cabin. Well one of them. I can't keep track of how many "second houses" this kid has.  

Anyways, this one just happened to be right on the beach of Bear Lake. So gorgeous. The water is so so blue. Like sparkly, glassy, blue. So So pretty. 

We had our picnic on the grass and then I had to pee. Uh oh.

Him being a sweetheart called his dad, mom, grandpa and possibly grandma? I lost track. Just to get into the cabin so I didn't wet my pants. What a cutie right? 

I peed. and then it began. 

As much as he won't admit it and tries not to make it obvious.

Mikes a Romancer. And I'm obsessed with Romance. 

It makes for some good times.

So, we grabbed out swimsuits that I had been forced to bring, put them on and headed down to the water. It wasn't as cold as I was expecting but let me tell you, it was cold. Very cold.

We started walking in and it got muddy, soggy and gross. Bleh. 

Here's where Romance act #1 comes in. 

Him, wanting me to be in the water and have an adventure, gets me in a canoe, pulls it out in the lake while he walks through the disgusting floor and gets me to a non disgusting place. He literally picks me up, out of the canoe and into the freezing water. yeah. He makes me get wet only enough then pulls me back in on the canoe after I threw a fit about not being outdoorsy and not being able to get back in. He wasn't going to take no for an answer. I got in, he pulled me ashore, safe and sound. 

The best part is that since I am just sooo graceful, I somehow made the canoe smack him in the shins with the weight of 1000 men. yeah, my bad.

We changed out of our cold, wet swimsuits and watched the water from a deck on their cabin. 

Then my favorite part came. 

He suggested we walk out to the end of this dock and watch the water. 

So we went, barefoot, jacket-less.

We walked to the end with colonies of butterflies EVERYWHERE! Seriously, I've never seen so many in my life. And if you know me, you've learned that recently I have noticed that butterflies are so romantic. 

                                                        Needless to say, it was romantic.
We continued to the end and found concrete steps to sit on right on the water. We sat there forever, watching the water, talking and realizing that it doesn't get much better then that. I could have stayed there forever. He was just being such a sweetheart. He says all the right things, does all the right things, he even let me use him as a backrest while he sat there in pain. I seem to do that to him a lot. All I could think of the whole time, well not the whole time but they kept coming back to me.
 1. I had "sittin' on the dock of the bay" stuck in my head for obvious reasons...
 2. This looked like a scene from a movie namely this one..

It was perfect. Perfact.

and 3. which some of you may want to skip or whatever and I can't believe I'm doing this but

 3.  that I loved him. Yeah. Said it. Get over it.

He just does so much for me. I have one bad day and what does he do? plans an entire surprise day for me at Bear Lake! Like really? How do you not love that? I don't know.

All I know is I'm the luckiest. He tries to say differently but it's not true. 

Anyway..

We finally decided we should walk back through the butterfly field and get back. 

He was worried I was too cold since I was shaking. But I'm always cold and it doesn't bug me. 

He felt bad. That sweetheart.

We went back and went to dinner at the best pizza place at Bear Lake and if it wasn't for Firehouse- in Utah. 

For some reason, we decided we were going to eat the whole pizza, just the two of us. 

Bad and a good idea. 

We were sooo full and could have blown up but it was so funny and I'm not sure either of us have eaten that much in our lives. At least not in front of each other. :)

Who sits on the same side of the table as each other?!

Then we went back to the cabin. He grabbed his computer, some blankets and a movie. What movie you ask?

Yeah, Way funny. It was so funny to watch this with him. I loved to see what he saw watching this. The dancing guy in flippers, the ugly old lady, the funny lines that I otherwise wouldn't have even thought about.

It was the best.

The movie ended and we turned it off and saw the stars. 

Most people don't know but I am obsessed with stars and star gazing. 

This had to have been the most perfect night for such a thing.

They were so bright and there was such a lack of light that we could see millions.

Not only that but the Milky Way too. What? Yeah. We could see the freaking galaxy. It was incredible.

After a while we decided it was time to go back to the real world since I had homework. 

We started the drive home and spent the rest of the car ride trying to pick "Our Song" since for some reason, after 7 years, we never ended up with a song. I'm not sure how that happened. Especially since I'd say we are both pretty musical. We came up with a handful and I liked the one he picked and he liked the one I picked so I'm still not sure if we decided on one but I am sure that we both have a lot of songs that remind us of the other and there are tons of songs that could potentially be our song. I guess that is what happens when you basically grow up together. 

We then got back and he helped me write a paper with his impressive journalism skills. 

He just kept saying, "whoa! don't get too comma happy!" or "that doesn't make sense-do this." 

Needless to say, I'd hire him as my tutor. 

So that was my perfect day and the perfect boy. He is just such a sweetheart and I can't even explain it. 

Everything went perfect...then I find out that when he left my apartment at 3am in the bitter cold, he goes out to find his car booted. Then doesn't even come back in to get me because he wanted me to get some sleep as if I hadn't already fallen asleep on him for the last 2 hours. 

What a sweetie. 

My Heart is Full

Today has been one of those days.. you know those? Yeah. So I'm blogging my feelings. Since for some reason I can't cry. I hope I'm not broken anymore. shoot.
I am just so grateful for those people in my life that care about me and help me to be a better person. That help me see what I want in life and what I don't.

Today I had a life chat with Jenna and it was great. We sat at Wendy's deciding that we were ready change our lives and do some good. We left feeling nervous, overwhelmed, stupid and exhausted. So naturally we turn to shopping. Retail therapy. try it, Works like a charm. Anyways, I am just so blessed to have her in my life in such a close way. She is literally the only person that knows everything about me. Literally everything. And I'm not sure how she gets me to tell her all of it but it happens. She is the biggest blessing in my life and I don't think that is going to change anytime soon. There is a reason the two of us are friends and roommates. God works in mysterious ways and I know that He has had a hand in my life the last years since I met Jenna. I know that we moved into the Sandy house instead of the Murray one for her. I know it. It was for the two of us to meet, become friends, go through life together, go to college together and hopefully be friends for life because she is the rock in my life. She may not know this but I look up to her so much. She just always knows the right thing to do and she isn't going to make up stupid excuses or anything. She is such strong girl and just knows what to do. She is so talented and I love to see her photography and when she lets me be her model. :) She is the best and I am so grateful that she is in my life and will be for at least 8 more months. :)

There are so many people that are special in my life and you know who you are, I am just feeling the love from 2 especially today. So who's next? Drum roll please.


Jake Olsen, The cutest, nicest kid on the planet. This kid is seriously unreal. I met him the first day of 7th grade, I was new, just moved in and knew no one. He was a sweetheart and introduced himself to me in art class. I proceeded to secretly creep on him that year. I printed off pictures of his old bunny, Burberry?, so he could paint him in art class and I would eavesdrop on all his conversation. I just wanted to know everything about him. Life moved on and we stopped being best friends but that was okay, That changed quick and high school we became friends again. He was my date to my favorite dance in high school, Sophomore year prom.   (Sorry all my other dates, you just couldn't top this one.) He was full of good advice and watched over me like an older brother through high school, or so I thought. Turns out we had secret crushes on each other for a long time and finally told each other right before Senior Year-end of Junior really. He was first real boyfriend ever and my first real kiss. Yup. And it was in a cave, yeah, be jealous. He spoiled me rotten and I kind of took advantage of that. I was so appreciative of it, don't get me wrong but he deserved better. Things ended...not on the best note and we didn't talk... Rough times. But still, even though we weren't talking and he wasn't my #1 fan, I still felt like if something happened I could turn to him and he would still drop everything to help me out. I don't know if that is true but that is just the kind of kid he is. He is seriously one of my best friends even though we live almost 2 hours away and we are about to live about 2 days away. He will be serving a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in December. He will be serving in Australia!! Yeah! He is THAT cool. He is going to be the best little missionary and I am so so proud of him. I've recently found out that it takes a certain person to serve a mission and it is a HUGE  deal to give up 2 years of your life to serve the Lord, even if it is in Australia. :) I can't wait until he comes back (yes, I know he hasn't even left yet) and I get to see what kind of person he has become and how much he's changed and... if he has a sexy Australian accent. :) He is always there for me and has perfect timing. Always. I can't even tell you how many times I have wanted to talk to him or needed to talk to him but talk myself out of it and he still texts or calls me with the perfect thing to say. That happened today in the middle of Jenna and mys life chat. He texted me to tell me he had just heard our song and thought of me. Simple right? Yeah. I almost cried though. Oh, whats our song, you ask? Photograph by Nickleback. I know, it's awesome. But really things like that happens all the time and I'm beginning to think he's psychic. We even have a talk spot- Brookwood Elementary. Cute, I know. I owe this kid so much and don't know that I'll ever be able to give that to him but I like to think that one day I'll be able to repay him. He is the best kid and anyone would be lucky to have him care for them. Because he's the best. He is such a strong kid and knows what he wants. Not only that but he isn't going to let anyone ruin that for him. He will get it done. He has changed my life forever and I am so grateful for that. I miss him so much right now and he is about to leave the U.S. for 2 years. rough times. And all of you girls that now want him, back off. I have dibs. And he has a girlfriend and from what I've heard, they are pretty much perfect for each other.

So, you two, I love you to the moon and back and will never be able to thank you enough. But this is my attempt and a beginning. And everyone else, don't be offended, I still love you and you'll get your day. :)

2+2=<>

Yes, that my friends means that two, like a peace sign on your left hand, plus two, like a peace sign on your right hand= football, when you put those two peace signs together.
Thats my only football joke. It's good I know.
But that has been my weekend.
football.

I never have really enjoyed football but I didn't hate it. I figured out why.
I don't understand a single thing about it. literally not one thing. 
I went to my younger brothers soccer game this morning to start with and it was great! I understood what was happening, I knew what it meant when the ref blew the whistle and I even understand the off sides rules.
Then I went to my other brothers football game.
He's 9 and the whole team thinks they are at least 15. They scream and yell and flex their "muscles" they bang on each others pads and helmets. They just live up the football stereotype.
They don't get that is why people make fun of football players.
So I'm sitting there, watching #10 tackle these kids. We'd ring the cow bells and scream GO BRIGHTON! 
While I'm cheering, I realize that I'm only cheering because everyone else was. And cow bells are awesome.
The best part of this game was when I realized we were playing West Jordan which is the team I used to cheer for!
Did you know I was a cheerleader? :)
I immediately tried to remember my favorite cheer, the bullfrog...

Once there was a frog, sitting on a log,

I heard him cheering...for the other team.

I pushed him in the water, he bonked his little head,

And when he came up, this is what he said,

He said..

Go! go, go. Go you mighty Jaguars.

Fight! fight, fight. Fight you mighty Jaguars.

Win! win, win. Win you mighty Jaguars!

Go! Fight! Win!

(rally...)

Yeah! that is right! All you little haters on my cheerleading past! Maybe if you're nice, I'll show you the actions. I'm freaking good at them. Still. 

Anyway, Spence played great and he tackled some kid and was the result of loud cheers and lots and lots of cowbell rings. :)

Then of course, The Holy War, aka UofU vs. BYU football game. 

In Utah, this is a huge deal. It is almost the end of the world for some people. 

The Utes won. By a lot. because BYU sucks. Yeah. 

Go Utes!

I tried to watch this game and understand and really get into it. Halftime came and I was so done. I hadn't understood a single thing the whole game and it was moving so slowly. 

I'm just not sure I'll ever understand why people not only choose but are so passionate about getting tackled to your death all because you caught a ball that was deliberately thrown at you. Or why when someone is obviously tackled, laying on the ground, why 6 or 10 other guys have to dogpile on top of that with all of their 300 pound bodies. I just always cringe for the guy on the bottom. It's not his fault that guy threw the ball to him! He was just catchin'  it so could have a game and not just line up and start over a million times. Give him a break!

Anyways. that is how i feel. I love going to the USU games. Our cheers rock and it helps that 2 of those cheers tell me what is happening.

(Another Aggie..) FIRST DOWN!

And the most genius cheer, the 3 held up for the third down. 

Not sure what the point of that is but it is way funny. 

That is when I like football.

Or when I watch it with cute guys and they explain it to my without being rude or frustrated with me. They are just so passionate and use these big, awkward words and it sounds like a different language but it is pretty sexy. 

Letsbehonest.

I've missed you..

All those people at home that are reading this, don't be offended that I'm writing this, not about you but about my  bed. And not even about my bed at home. Even though I love my big bed and I love to sprawl out in it and sleep like a baby, I LOVE my bed here. It is so comfortable. At night when I crawl into bed which has been about 4am all this week it just feels so good. It is so so relaxing. I finally felt that last night. I came home early. Well midnight. But that is pretty early for my new college life curfew. I got a gigantic bloody nose and literally just laid my head in the sink and let the blood splash all around me.

My concerned roommate kept asking "are you okay?!" "Did you just gag?"
Why yes. I did just gag. Do you know why? Because a gigantic blood clot just shot from my brain to my nose and through my nasal cavity and into my throat. Now it is clogging my breathing so I spit it out and get the most awful taste of metal and grossness in my mouth. That's why. Sorry that was so graphic but I need you to understand what is happening.
After about 5 minutes of flowing blood I got pretty bored and I was so ready to get in my squishy bed. So naturally I shoved some Kleenex's up there. My blood did not like that. My nose felt a little weird so I took that tissue out. A blood clot the size of Mars falls out and splashes all over my pajamas and white towel. Not to mention our counter and every crack and crevasse there was. Blood is not easy to clean.
It finally stopped and I climbed into bed, hit the pillow, and fell asleep in 5 seconds. And lets just say fall is coming! My nose knows.

Beds are great and such a nice invention. I came home for the weekend and surprised my family. I love them and can't wait to hang out with them at the football games-played and watched- GO UTES!

And I'm so excited to see my friends at home!!! It should be a good weekend.. hopefully with lots of sleep involved. :)

A Dedication to the LOVE of my LIFE.

This person is the greatest. They are just the cutest thing. They are the love of my life.

They are Jenna.

Yup. The love of my life is my roommate.

But really. As stupid and a slight joke this whole thing is she really is the greatest. 

I couldn't have been more blessed to get such a perfect roommate.

She honestly is the only person I know of that could really put up with me in my fullness.

I'm loud, messy, high maintenance, annoying, and so many other things.

Yet she puts up with all of it with no problem. It seems anyways.

She hangs out with me and my friends even when it really isn't fun for her at all. 

She just really is a sweetheart in the most non-creepy way possible.

I love her to death and I could not be more lucky that I get to live with my best friend for at least the next school year.

She is so funny and I get to see that more then most people. She gets the ragies and just freaks out and it is really the funniest thing.

She cares about everyone and everything so much and people are freaking lucky if she cares about them. So they better not take advantage of that. 

Then she goes and just pwns at COD and just boxes like a champ. 

I'm slightly jealous of her masculine talents? But not in a rude way or anything, She is just so good at hanging out with guys. I don't know how to do that. She is good at being one of the guys but still in a girly way. If that makes any sense.

She always seems to be so confident in herself. I have to get up every morning about 2 hours before class to shower and put my make up on and try and look exceptional. Then she gets to get up like 20 minutes before and get dressed and do a few minor things and she still always looks way cute. Just naturally. Pft that.

If I did that people would wonder what my problem was and if I was mental or something. 

She really is the best. She deserves the best. That is for sure. 

So all those stupid boys that suck and try and ruin everything whether its natural or not can stop. 

They don't deserve her anyway. 

Boo to them.

Anyway. I love her so much. Yup. I said it. 

The end.

And the Award for the BEST NIGHT EVER goes to...

LAST NIGHT! September 10. 
Literally I've never had more fun in a single night in my entire life. So here it goes..
It started out with the USU vs. Weber State football game. It was our first home game and our first experience with Aggie Athletics. It was such a good time. Let me give you the highlights of the game.

5. Brittany petting the guys wig in front of her.. then his friend just glares at her..

4. Every third down when the cheer is just to hold up three fingers. What? Jenna and I made glasses out of it.
3. Doing the Scottsman. Windshield wipers in slow motion then you milk a cow. Yes, literally you milk a cow.
2. Watching Ryan, our neighbor kiss some girl on the kiss cam! Muah!
1. The "I believe that we will Win" cheer. When you jump around and almost fall off the benches. SOO FUN!

After our awesome win we went to the Pita Pit. Just got some drinks. Well Mike got me a drink. What a sweetheart. Then we came back and hang out at our apartment. Here are the top five events from that time of the night...

5.  Maren and Kendra are up here and they came and hung out with us!!!

4. Mike danced like 13 year old girl  trying to be way hot. too funny. KeKe Palmer?

3. We went and saw Bre's horse! It's name is Jedi. Yeah.

2. Getting tackled to the ground multiple times. Literally thrown to the ground. WFC smackdown.

1. When Jenna just decides to bring up in casual conversation that I had started my period that day and she's going to be mad if it makes her start. With Mike sitting right next to me...

Then the funniest part of the night. Literally I think I gained a whole new ab from laughing so hard. Just one though. So here are the top five.

5. Getting thrown to the ground while walking into the dorms and not even blinking-it happened so fast.

4. When I wore a cheerleaders bow. I was a cheerleader, did you know that?

3.When Lynds played her guitar for us and sang be-a-u-tiful songs. 

2. Playing the flasher game with Jenna. She won.

1. I can't even say it yet because I have to tell you the whole story... be excited.

So Mike and I had been so hyper all night. We have never been this hyper with each other and I guarantee he's never seen me act the way I was. And yet it just kept getting crazier and so much funnier. 

So we get ready to go up to Mikes so they can play COD- Call of Duty for all of those non-gamers. So I put on sweats and just was going to embrace it. It turned into the best decision of the night.

We get to Mikes and he is setting up all his gaming crap and I sat on his chair for a minute. I was in the process of pulling my pants up and for some reason I sat down with my legs on the outside of the chair. Spread Eagle  Then Mike walks in and screams, "You look like you're giving birth right now!" Mike just says crap like that. But it's not over.
He then goes to show me what I look like and he jumps in the air and goes to land with his legs open, to give birth of course and what happens?
His pants rip open a good 6 inches. 
Everyone heard it but no one really knew until a few seconds later he checks and sees the gaping hole and freaks out. Naturally we all die laughing, most of us falling to the ground. 
He literally went through about 4 different emotions in about a minute.
sheer panic
almost cried
laughed
mad
He changed his pants and we made fun of him all night. Lets just say, it's never going to get old.

1. Mike rips a huge whole in his pants while trying to give birth.

Withdrawls of the past

So, if reading this and haven't read the below post, you need to stop and go read that first. this will make more sense if you do.
College is great. As I've said before. A lot. But it is.
High school was also great but I experienced it a little differently than most.
I was one of those crazy, loud, glee-fanatic, rambunctious, high-spirited, power hungry, harmony making, solfege doing, sight reading, sectional-izer, CTR-er, lived in a formal dress all of December and May, texter of teachers-well teacher, happy birthday in at least 6 parts.... you get the picture, CHOIR KID. Known by most as a Choir Nerd. But sometimes I find that stereotypical. But yes, it all started Sophomore year when I made the Ladies Choir-Le Suone Dolci. Translation please? The Sweet Sound. Then each year after that I added a new choir to the mix, while always keeping the previous.
10th grade- Ladies

11th grade-Ladies, Concert choir aka A Capella. (And yes people. A Capella is TWO words.)

12th grade- Ladies, Concert Choir, Chamber Choir aka Madrigals.

Yes people that is a total of 16-almost 17 credits of choir throughout high school out of a total of 45.
If you do the math (which I opted out of in high school for more choir...) that is a total of 36% of my high school years was spent in the choir room.
Then if you add in all the times I chose to hang out in that room for no reason, all the Saturdays there for performances or auditions, the late nights and early mornings for practice, it all averages to about 90% of my days at Brighton High School was spent Choir-izing.

It turned into a disease. An incurable one.
However, as it does for many, graduation came, college on the agenda (it's great, if you didn't know)

Aggies are all this cute.

It's funny because he was the choir pres...

So that is where my withdrawls come in. I miss being taken over by music.
I am planning on majoring in Music Edu. but have not auditioned for the program so I just sit around, with no scripted singing surrounding me or heinous robes, or slightly tacky dresses and folders full of majestic tunes in my life.
My sister roommate explains my life and these withdrawls perfectly. To read this go to : http://hilaryann09.blogspot.com/2011/04/recovering-choir-kids.html
Long story short. I love choir still and it hit me today that I miss singing all day with a lot of people and just being in love with the music. Cheesy, I know.
Plus, me and my choir teacher were besties. I was in presidency of these choirs all three years, a different office every year so I was very fortunate to be close with him. Plus we were kindred spirits. Lets be honest.

I love choir and will always come to be the Alumni and sing the First Nowell, Red Red Rose and Come thou Fount. And attempt 3 ships since I'm not sure I ever learned that one...

Secondhand Serenade.

College is a great time. It's just such a good time all the time!
Today is not an exception to that fact.
However it did not start out that way.
This morning I woke up and got ready for class and whatever. I was moving slow and was late and thought to myself,
"I really don't want to go to class today. At all."
But I went anyway knowing that I paid for this schooling crap and needed to get my moneys worth. So I went to the bus, waited for 5 minutes, rode the bus and walked to my Foundations of Leadership class. I was only a few minutes late but still. I'm never late to class... 
I walk in and find out that the movie were supposed to watch isn't working so class was a good 10 minutes. I was a little bugged but I figured it didn't hurt. Until I got back to my apartment.
I ordered some new boots last week and they were going to be delivered today but I had no idea when.
I came home to a note on my door that said they tried to deliver them but there was no one there to sign for them. They tried to delivered them at 10:20. I left my apartment at 10:14. I was pretty mad. So now I have to go pick them up myself! Boo.
Then we go to English and I actually really enjoy that class so it was all good. Then I walk with Jenna to the library and start for my apartment when I run into Daniel. He explains that he is going to play his guitar somewhere so naturally I follow.
Long story short. I sat outside the Cafe while he played me songs, on guitar and singing, famous songs and ones he wrote, for two hours. He is so talented. Really, he has never had a lesson and he is just as talented as people who have had lessons since they could breathe. It's crazy.

He's the next Jason Mraz.

It was the most relaxing thing ever. It was the most perfect start to my weekend. I've missed just being immersed in music all day and this was such great time. He would make up songs on the spot about people passing and the famous "bike guy" in Logan. Needless to say, Jenna and I were very happy campers. Thanks Daniel!