I honestly think I suck at life.

However, in other news, I really like this song:

In honor of Emily:

There is not anyone like you in the world. I mean that. Emily, I miss you tons. There is no one else who makes me laugh like you do. In honor of you, I thought I would share the assortment of Richard Armitage memes we made. Remember this? Because I do. And I still cannot stop laughing about them.

Obsessions are more fun than homework:

Okay, so it's been awhile. I guess life has been so fluid lately that I haven't developed a lot of new rants, but I can update you on my current obsessions. Ladies and gentlemen, the list of the week:

1. Doing whatever I can to look like Zooey Deschanel. She is my style, fashion, hair, everything icon. Bottom line, you're beautiful and I want all your clothes. Hats off to the What Would Zooey Wear blog for satisfying my daily obsession with her New Girl outfits: http://wwzdw.com/.

2. The Anthropologie sale section. They added 300 new items last week. I probably shouldn't be giving this away because then all you short, skinny girls will take all the size 2 petites.

3. Moose tracks ice cream. Is there really anything to say about this except that if I was presented with a bowl of this ice cream or Jude Law to make out with, I might choose the ice cream? It tastes that heavenly.

4. The Civil Wars. Makes me want to put on a Scarlett O'Hara curtain dress and prance around the grounds of a plantation house in the South. Anyone for a trip to Georgia? Plus, they're husband and wife duo; it's adorable.

Weekly Update:

Number of midterms next week: 5 (deathly)
Number of trips to the gym this week: 0 (very bad)
Number of chocolate bars this week: 3 (improvement)
Number of TV shows watched: 2
Number of nights in the library: 0 (unproductive)
Number of positive thoughts: 15
Number of stressed out, negative thoughts: 294
Number of phone calls to my mom: 2 (better)
Number of hours of sleep: 39 (excellent)

To my best friend:

Yesterday, I dropped off my best friend at the Missionary Training Center in Provo. For the next eighteen months, we will be completely separated. No contact, no snuggle seshes, no late night phone calls, no ridiculous text messages that make me laugh uncontrollably during class, no facebook spamming. There only thing we have is hand written letters. I guess I shouldn't complain because 1) she's serving the Lord, and 2) boys serve for twenty-four months. And yet, as I watched her walk into that building, I felt like a piece of me went in with her.

Emily, you have been my best friend for ten years. Okay, minus that time in ninth grade when we didn't speak for two months. I don't even remember what the fight was about, but it ended with us calling each other and laughing for hours about the ridiculousness of it all. Sure we have other friends, other really close and amazing friends, but there is no one quite like you in my life. You are the only one who really understands me, the only one who I can be completely my self around--or the craziest, weirdest version of myself--the only one who I don't care if I cry in front of, the only person who makes me laugh so hard I want to cry or pee, or both, the only one who I can watch BBC dramas with for hours and hours, the only one who I talk about boys, love, sex and not worry about judgment. We have so many great memories from the past years and there are so many more memories in store for us in the future. Here's to seventy more years of jaw-droppingly magnificent friendship.

You are going to be the best missionary this world has ever known. It's hard for me to be apart from you, but I know that you are having the time of your life. You have a gift for communication and an overwhelming love for people. People are naturally drawn to you. That gift--the gift of empathy and love and passion for people--will be one of your greatest assets on your mission. Your decision to serve a mission is going to help so many people. All I can say is you're going to do great things and even though I'm going to miss you every day, I am so proud of you. God speed, dearie!

Zsa Zsa Gabor:

Okay, you're beautiful. Can I be you?

Ten Things I will never understand:

1. Why some people don't like chocolate.
2. Why people my age (and older) love Pixar movies so much.
3. Why my extended family assumes I must have the same wacky, conservative views as my dad.
5. Why cats are so cute.
6. Why people ask questions like, "How are you?" without caring about the response.
7. Why people have such a hard time with contractions versus possession.
8. Why my mom let me quit dance.
9. Why I don't have more money.
10. Why people get married so quickly.

September 11, 2001

As a child, there was a distinct moment when I realized that the world was not all rainbows, barbies, and hair bows. The moment when I realized there are bad people in the world who do terrible things. There is no monster in bathtub drain or sharks under the bed, but there are real people who seek to hurt people. And every generation shares a day of tragedy when that epiphany is realized or relived. For our grandparents, it was December 7th, 1941; for our parents is was November 22nd, 1963; and for us it was September 11, 2001. I know this post is a few days late, but I felt like I needed to add to the conversation. To me, the memory of 9/11 doesn't entice me to hatred or fear. It was a terrible day, but once the dust settled, we chose to crawl from the rubble, stand tall, and be strong. The country was a country of hope after the attacks, and that entices me to be proud.

There is power in femininity:

"Being tender and open is beautiful. As a woman, I feel continually shhh’ed. Too sensitive. Too mushy. Too wishy washy. Blah blah. Don’t let someone steal your tenderness. Don’t allow the coldness and fear of others to tarnish your perfectly vulnerable beating heart. Nothing is more powerful than allowing yourself to truly be affected by things. Whether it’s a song, a stranger, a mountain, a rain drop, a tea kettle, an article, a sentence, a footstep, feel it all – look around you. All of this is for you. Take it and have gratitude. Give it and feel love."

- Zooey Deschanel

Jackie Kennedy:

Today's post is about one of my favorite women: Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis. This woman was gorgeous, brilliant, strong, elegant, independent, and fashionable. I would love to be like her. And if that means becoming first lady someday, well then yes please. She was one of the greatest first ladies this country has ever had. Jackie was admired by visiting diplomats, including good ol' Khrushchev, revered for her restoration of the White House, and adored by the American public. Jackie may have been beautiful and the most important woman in the United States, but she was also real. She was well loved by us because her life was so imperfect. When she experienced a miscarriage, we wept with her; when her husband's infidelities became known, we suffered with her; when her husband was assassinated, we mourned with her; and when she married Aristotle Onassis, we rejoiced with her. If I grow up to be half the woman, mother, and wife she was, I will feel like I've made it.