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Thursday Thoughts // A Break From Regular Scheduled Programming

Thursday, February 12, 2015

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I'm sorry about the lack of posts recently. I'm not going through anything severe. I'm not not writing for any specific reason. My writing well was just dried up this week and I set my focus on other things.

However, I did want to share a few thoughts with you today.

Side Note: Style Profile. Tomorrow. Be there. It will be absolutely lovely.

Tyler and I are in this Accounting class together. I have to take it for Public Relations and Tyler needs to take it for his business minor. This class is kicking out butt. I can't say it in any other way. It's a right forceful kick in the ass. (Sorry mom!) It brings out the worst in Tyler and I because we just don't get it and after one day of endless complaining, Tyler, in his glorious wisdom, stopped me mid-sentence and said this:

"This is a humbling experience for us, because we're not good at it and I think we are so used to being good at what we do."

And without sounding like I'm boasting about our abilities, I said, "I completely agree with you."

And I was overwhelmed with the Love of God. I was being humbled. My pride was being chipped away because I like to think that I'm good at a lot of things. I like to think that I've had a successful college career without too many failures, but here was Tyler telling me that I might fail this class, and it will be okay, because I need to experience this.

So we made a commitment to be better, and we've already made mistakes, but we both said that we would say sorry every time we made a mistake, and it's working out. Tonight we have more accounting homework so we'll have to wait and see how we go from there.

Well after we stopped complaining I felt a weight lift off of me. I felt like I was able to go throughout my day without this nasty negative burden on my shoulders and on the tip of my tongue.

I was able to get things done.

And then good things happened. Really good things happened.

Tyler got an internship this Summer in Irvine, CA with Sports 1 Marketing. This is a big deal. Tyler's dream has always been to work in the sports industry and this is his foot in the door. I couldn't be more proud of him. Tears well up in my eyes to think that one of his dreams is a reality. After being discouraged for so long, something worked out for him.

Something worked out for me too. I was worrying myself sick about this press conference I had to do for a class. Turns out, my group did the best and we got 10 extra points which is huge in PR program. Extra credit is a measly one point half of the time. This was right after Tyler found out about his internship.

So I texted him telling him the news and he sent this text back to me (in all his wisdom, of course):

"Good things are happening AROUND accounting! Which is Heavenly Father saying, "You guys are still smart and valuable, I'm just reminding you what you are actually good at."

I laughed and then shed a tear or two because he was so right.

I may not be good at everything, and that is TOTALLY COMPLETELY INCREDIBLY OKAY! It just is. You won't be perfect at all things. You could never be. Our psychological well being would be the pits if we forced ourselves to be perfect all the time. So right now I will take what I can get, and I will keep trying, because you can't give up. You have to keep going. Don't you quit, because you may not get the A but you will be able to say you overcame something hard and you realized that you have strength in other things. That's beautiful.

So don't quit. Keep going. Fail a little and glory in your success because you can do it.

Playlist Thursday: Figuring it out

Thursday, December 11, 2014

p h o t o 

What am I figuring out? My life? Yes. This playlist? Perhaps. My feelings about the future and where I'm going? Always.

Today is the last day of school. It's my second to last fall semester. Next semester I will have my last Winter. And then my last Spring/Summer in California and then the last semester of college ever. I'm nervous. I'm unsure, but I have this little light of peace in my heart. Deep down in the pits of my soul. A feeling of joy and peace that always warms me up when I'm sitting in the shower over thinking things. This light keeps growing even when I'm still trying to figure things out.

The light gets brighter when every day little things happen. Things that I don't expect.

For example, yesterday was the last day of my News Reporting class and I got the awarded "Most Dependable Reporter" for the Life Desk. I almost cried. I couldn't believe it. I spent the whole semester beating down on myself, and here was someone telling me I was good. Better than good. That I was great. Great at something that I have always wanted to do. I want to write. And I want to write the way I want to write. But I learned how to work with editors and I learned how to take criticism and I learned the brutality of deadlines and news publications. I learned things that made me better. I'm one step closer. Now I have a professional portfolio and I'm just one step closer.

This feels really good. It just does. I remember being so afraid. Afraid of moving up and doing things that I'm passionate about. Being afraid can either hurt you or be a catalyst to your success. Some days I let my fear take over me, but this semester I learned to fight it and let it drive me.

I don't know if I'll ever be a successful lifestyle writer or a contributor or editor for some fancy publication that advertises minimalist clothing or Scandinavian furniture and terrariums. I don't know if I will change the way girls look at their bodies. I don't know if NYFW will ever ask me to do an interview or comment on a designers line of work. All of those things would be pretty darn great. Working for one of these beautiful websites on the internet would be a dream. Being a Man Repeller is also a dream and seeing my face on the cover of something would be another dream. I have lots of dreams, but I can make small differences here and I can be where I am right now. I can share goodness here. Dreams are good to dream, but don't forget where you are and where it's taking you. Didn't Dumbledore say something like:

“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”

And don't forget the people that have held you up along the way. That's one of the greatest meanings of life. The people. The ones that are helping you along the way.

And just to Christmas-fy this message...I would just like to say pass it along. Pass along the love and service and goodness. Lift where you stand. As cheesy as that sounds. Just do it. Don't forget to give back.

Because I have been given much, I too must give. 

And now for a playlist full of songs that invoke contemplation and daydreams of good books, trees, rainy days, and coffee shop bagels.

1 // Turning Page by Native Men (Sleeping at Last cover)

Karly Jade, I just want you to know that I love you and I am so grateful for your friendship and your really great taste for beautiful music. 


Tyler, I sometimes I replace the "she" with "he". Thanks for treating me well. 

3 // River by Cee-Lo Green (Joni Mitchell cover) 

Mom and Dad, this song makes me miss you so much I can't breathe, but I am grateful that you aren't far away. I know this Christmas I won't be with you and I'd like to get a river to skate away on, but I need to remember my new family and that you will always be my family. Sometimes I forget that. Merry Christmas you two. I love you. Thanks for all the other Christmases. I promise to be a the best daughter-in-law to the Abbotts. 


To my baby girl. Thanks for showing me this gem. You showed it to me at a time where I felt really hopeless about school work and finals and everything school related. 


To everyone who has brought "higher love" to me and who will bring it in the future. 
Now let's jam. 

+ s t a y // g o l d 

Oh my words!

Thursday, December 12, 2013

I can write a blog post, because this girl just submitted her last major assignment that has been giving her heart palpitations and random pee attacks for days. And when I say pee attacks, you know exactly what I mean. Like seriously anxiety back off. Way off.

So yes, finals. Here we go. Here I come. I'm so ready. Not even funny. And then I'm off. I'm off to get married in Newport Beach, but not on the beach. In the temple. Yeah, yeah and yeah.

SO I was thinking...

Even though New Years isn't until like 3 weeks away, I have already thought about a blog resolution. I am going to use way more photos and since next semester I am talking a digital publishing class, I'm going to make them look real nice. The pictures and the blog. I'm really going to do it guys, because I seriously womp at getting pictures put up on this blog. It happens.

So there's that resolution and another one? Well I would like to get all of Tyler's gifts bought today, and I would like to by my sister's gift soon. And all the while it would be nice if a black sweater or black something made it in the mix. I'm really feeling black right now.

And since it's only fitting, a finals playlist is in order, because I'm pretty sure I do one of these every finals. Enjoy! And stay gold.

1. Gypsy by Lady Gaga

2. Time to Run by Lord Huron

3. Lonesome Dreams by Lord Huron

4. Ends of the Earth by Lord Huron

5. Holocene by Bon Iver

6. Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas by She & Him

7. In the Bleak Midwinter by The Lower Lights

8. Winter Moon by Mindy Gledhill

9. I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day by Jars of Clay

10. Auld Lang Syne by Andrew Bird

Ariel with a beard?! I can't even.

Saturday, November 9, 2013

1. Hey Natalie Jean! 
I can't get enough of her blog. She wasn't always my favorite..but now I'm girl crushin' big time. 

2. Disney Princesses with Beards 
Ariel is my most favorite. Pocahontas (my real favorite) looks FIEERRRRRCE.

3. Ultimate Red Velvet Cheescake 
From you know where, with you know who, you know when, buying you know what. Now that it sound suspicious, Fashion Place Mall, with Megan, on Wednesday, wedding shoe shopping.

4. Heart melted into a puddle of love juice.

5. 15 Recipes not only parents..but newly weds should know!

6. Dinner: A Love Story

7. Oh! And there's a blog!
I have this one bookmarked, but it's one of those gems that you forget about sometimes because you don't cook as much as you should and then it returns to you and you remember why you liked it so much.

8. Master Card + J.Crew = Perfect holiday commersh

9. I'm a VSCO cam fiend!

10. For the wedding shoe shopper.

11. To spruce up the paper writing. (I needed this...but who says I'll use it?)

12. For upcoming football games and those basketball games too. 

13. Burgundy sweatshirts are tied at #1 with Grey sweatshirts for me right now.

What are you doing this weekend? Tyler and I celebrated his 1 year from being home from his LDS mission in Mexico with Costa Vida, a basketball game and Farr's Fresh. Tonight we are celebrating a birthday with our closest friends.

Well whatever you do...have a fun, safe, wonderful, and happy weekend.

Stay gold.

Step aside Kelly Cutrone...

Monday, October 14, 2013

There's a new PR girl in town. So back in the day, I was a Family and Consumer Education major, because I thought that the sub par Fashion Merchandising track was the only way I could make it behind the scenes of fashion campaigns and magazines. I definitely was selling myself short, and even though it felt wonderful and perfect and easy at the time...I knew that something didn't feel right. I knew that there was something else that I had to do. And I found it. My roommate who was previously trying to get into the advertising program introduced me to the Public Relations program in the Communications department at BYU. A Limited Enrollment major terrified me. It stressed me out completely, but for some reason it felt more right than anything else in my education ever did. It felt right. And it was. After completing the prerequisites, nailing an interview, and crying over a case study analysis and group campaign...I was admitted. I got in, you guys. And oh how grateful I am. I can't believe it. I can't believe I get to be part of something that I was meant to do. I get to support a cause I believe. I get to be one step closer to the world I love. The world of blogging and business, creativity, and fashion. The world of representing an organization that I love. I can't wait. I'm so so so happy and grateful. Thank you for being on this journey with me you guys. It has been the biggest blessing. I can't wait to be a Public Relations student here at BYU. Here's to a new adventure.

Stay gold.

P.S. Tyler and I celebrated with Red Robin and Monsters University. It was absolutely lovely. Boy, I love him.

Whoa, I have a good life.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

I hate to be one of those people that talks about how great their life is, but that's what this blog is for. So don't hate. Appreciate. And as you read this post maybe think of things that make your life just so darn swell. (P.S. This is totally late...school is harshing my mellow.)


So the other day I was particularly stressed as was everyone else in this entire world at this time of year. And I was at that point where all of my stress water was boiling and about to overflow like boiling spaghetti water does over that silver pot that you always use. I had to take a moment to step away from everyone around me, even Tyler and usually I go to him during stressful moments. And I was just sitting there and my eyes were starting to well up and I felt that hot, sweaty, stinging feeling. You know, that feeling when you are about to lose it? And right then and there some recollection from the day ( I seriously can't even remember what it was), flashed through my mind and I started to cry. And it wasn't that gross, I hate my life, I can't handle this kind of cry, it was a "OH MY GOSH...I'M SO UNGRATEFUL...LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL...I'M SO BLESSED!" kind of cry.

I have a dad who is always watching out for me. Who loves me. Who pays for my education when there is no possible way that I can. Who gives so much to others and expects nothing in return. Who works hard each and every day in circumstances that he might not always enjoy. Who is selfless and hard working and cares more than any other person I know.

I have AMAZING roommates. Roommates that love me. Roommates that accept me and my boyfriend. Roommates that put up with my personality and way of living. Who make me laugh. Who make me happy. Who my are sisters away from Krystal.

I have a boyfriend that I can't even start to describe how wonderful and good he is. Man, I love you Tyler. (gushy gush)

I have a roof over my head. Food in my belly. Money in my bank account. A Gospel that is true.

A Heavenly Father and Big Brother that love me and are on my side. They have blessed me with a beautiful life. With beautiful people. A beautiful family and incredible opportunities. So no matter how hard the times may be or how much "boiling over" is happening. I should laugh. And smile and think...yes, yes life is wonderful, beautiful, grand, happy, and ever so lovely.

I hope there are things that you are grateful for today and tomorrow and the next day.

stay gold.

I knew you were wearing J.Crew when you walked in...

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

So the other day, Tyler and I were caught in the craziest rain storm as he was dropping me off. I was wet, my back ached, and I was tired when I walked into my apartment. Much to my pleasant surprise, my ever so thoughtful and kind roommates had made treats to bring to our new neighbors. I tagged along and once Lauren (our new neighbor) opened the door, I exclaimed, "Hi we're your neighbors!" And then I pointed straight at her (rude, I know. I know.) And said "J.Crew, your sweater is from J.Crew." I just knew it. And she expressed a bright yes and then we talked about clothes for five seconds and I tried to hide my creepiness, because really though, I had just added the sweater in two colors to this wishlist. So here it is. The sweater she was wearing and other things I can't afford just yet. Just because.

P.S. I forgot to mention that she had Volcano burning in her apartment and that just so happens to be my favorite candle scent ever. You can imagine just how weird she thought I was when I immediately mentioned that too. Soul sisters? Just maybe.

The Sweater

1 // Of course I first saw it on Rachel. We're on a first name basis, not really.  And of course, I wanted it in every color. Can we never move on from the neon trend, ever, please? J.Crew does it so well. It's just too good.
2 // But really, if I'm gonna spend 88 dollars on a sweater, it better be a neutral color that I will wear the heck out of. You know me so well J.Crew. You know me so well gray, black and white, you really do. This sweater is screaming my name. P.S. This beauty is selling out so fast. Hopefully I can find it in stores.

Other things I can't afford...

4 // Get out of here coolest shirt ever. You're making me upset that I don't/can't have you.
5 // Well ain't this the cutest? Cheekiest? Kissiest? I'm done now.
6 // *Boom* Mind blown. I need to jump on this camo trend asap. It doesn't even look bad. It looks like the trendiest pattern out there and I am all about trendy things. (Confession)
7 // More and more camo. Get in my closet.
8 // And I have died and gone to heaven. I can't even. I.CAN'T.EVEN.
9 // I always come back to these boots. They are perfect. In every way. Don't even try to fight it.

Well now that I have had a J.Crew overdose...I'm going to leave you to your own wishing. Please bless, that I get that sweater...or that I get a good paycheck. Or that that sweater is in the store. Because I NEED it. That is a need people, okay maybe not. Until later. (geeez I need to calm down.)

Stay gold.

On Mondays and Watermelon.

Monday, August 5, 2013

I woke up this morning after a restless night. I slept in. And it was good. But the days have been frustrating. The days have been tiring and there have been so many things on my mind. Money, utilities (seriously, the bill was so high in July, but my dad bailed me out. Thank you, Dad. Thank you from the bottom of my tired heart.), boyfriend, the future, California trip in a week, what was that bump in the house, is anyone up at this hour? Do I really need to go to work tomorrow? All those things have bombarded my thoughts. Oh and let's not forget, have I really gained 5 pounds? This haircut makes my chin look pudgy. Why am I so unhappy with myself? Why? Why? Why? And even more whys. And in those moments, I always have this moment. This moment where I get all choked up and my face gets hot and I want to fall on the ground and beat it with my fists and scream and throw the biggest baby fit ever and have my chin all trembly and wrinkled and have those salty tears sting my breaking out face and roll all sticky down my chubby cheeks. I come so close to that moment and then peace. Peace takes over. And "It will all be right in the end." replaces the "Why's, how's, what am I going to do's." That's when I know that someone is looking out for me. That's when I know who I really am and who I am becoming. Those are tender mercies, as cliche and mormony as it sounds, they are. Those are the mercies from God. Mercies from the sunlight, the leaves on the trees, the juiciest of watermelons, the deepest of sleeps. Those are the moments when I know I'm loved and that I can get through the toughest of circumstances. Those moments when I realize money is important but it's not the most important thing in the world. Save your money, pay your tithing and things will be okay. It doesn't come before friends or family. The worldly things don't bring happiness, the spiritual things do. Whether you are religious or not, we all have souls, we all have spirits, and the things of the soul are what matter most. Those things work out. Those things bring happiness.

So jumping on the Terrific Tuesday wagon early, I'm going to list a few things that made me incredibly happy today.

1. Watermelon. A simple pinkish juicy fruit with obnoxious seeds and made with loads of water that could hydrate you for years. Pick it up with your fingers, pop it in your mouth and slurp away. Everyone will hate you for the mouth noises (mainly Ty) but you are completely enjoying yourself and that is a-okay. Darn right it is. Thank you Watermelon you scrumptious fruit.

2. The fact I get to go swim today at the Rec Center. Rec Centers give me the willies because I keep thinking of little pee puddles and athlete's foot, but I can't wait. I can't. I want to smell like chlorine and bathe in a waterfall.

3. The boyfriend. Need I say more?

4. America's Next Top Model. Don't judge.

4. My dad. He is always there when I need him. He knows exactly what to do and knows exactly what to say. He has the biggest heart and the deepest love. Thank you, Daddy-O for every little thing. Thank you for lifting me off of my feeble knees. I'll love you forever. 

6. The blog and you, you my readers. Thank you for giving me people to talk to and express my inner feelings, passions, and thoughts...as weird and anti-social as that sounds. I mean, I can physically tell my friends, but this blog has been an outlet to me than anything I ever thought would. This blog has been a great thing for me. A beautiful thing. So thank you, thank you my gold friends. May you stay gold forever.

My capacity to give profound advice is limited..

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

But, I keep getting asked to make a list of "Things I wish I had known before I started my first year of college" kind of thing. So here goes, take it as you will, in all seriousness, or with a little bit of wit and winsome in there. Who knows, maybe you'll learn something.

1. Be prepared to eat one meal by yourself every single day. And don't be embarrassed about it. I mean, sure you will feel a little awkward and lame because you are sitting on a bench or in the student center and you have no friends and you are stuffing your face full of bagels and pizza or a subway sandwich dripping in honey mustard, but that's okay. That's life. You get to spend some time with yourself. You get to write a blog post without interruption and sometimes you're lucky enough to listen in on some great dating conversations.

*GASP* "She's not Mormon? No wonder she asked YOU out."

"Maybe she just wants to watch a movie and cuddle."

"Yeah I don't want to get into any trouble, you know making out and stuff."

"What IS the difference between snuggling and cuddling?" 

So what if you're eating by yourself, you've got 99 problems but eating that dribbling sandwich ain't one.

2. You don't have to have your major decided on your first day. Or your first week. OR your first year. Unless you are trying to get into the Marriott School of Business at BYU...or anything in the Communications program...then you should probably have an idea. Unless you're me, but still you don't have to have it all figured out right away. Take some classes, explore a little bit, and DON'T YOU EVER LET ANYONE TELL YOU THAT YOUR MAJOR IS WORTHLESS OR USELESS OR THAT IT WILL LEAD YOU TO A LIFE OF POVERTY AND ENDLESS WOE. It's not true and you should study what makes you happy, because heck, you are putting in the money and hard work. You might as well be doing something you love. And that's all.

3. It takes two to tango. If you're going to BYU maybe it's a different story because boys and girls will tango with whoever they please and they will try and try again even if the other person can't dance or is tangoed out. Really though, if you want to get to know someone or hang out with them...put in the effort. It works. I promise. Sorta.

4. You are not a loser if you are alone on a Friday night.

5. The dollar theatre is always a go-to.

6. Find the best pizza place in town.

7. Don't take yourself so seriously (laughing at yourself is very theraputic) and stop comparing yourself to others. There will always be someone who is better than you at something. There will always be a valedictorian, a student body president, a champion athlete, a blonde/brunette/ginger bombshell that has better hair, there is always something. It's fine though because girl, you're amazing. Just the way you are.

8. College is NOT high school, and high school does not prepare you for college. It takes hard work, a lack of sleep, talking with professors, a few tears, and a lot of stressed out days but it is completely and totally worth it. Believe me, high school was the easy part and it definitely wasn't the best part of your life.

9. Road trips.

10. Finally, but probably not my last bit of advice or things you should know but something that I'll end on. Go on a journey to find yourself. Find who you are. Discover what you love to do. Develop a sense of style, watch sports with your friends, paint your nails, buy that blouse you have always wanted, get a job, go looking for your dreams, talk about intelligent things, don't let people tell you who to like and who not to like you can like whoever you want even if someone else likes you you really don't have to like them just because of that, don't worry so much about what others think of you, because their opinion isn't all that matters in life. Find those that do matter. Those who are helping you become better because those people will really help you on your endless journey of self-discovery and it really is a beautiful thing.

What would you add to this list? 
What advice would you give the little graduates?
How is your journey going?
Comment below.
Stay gold.


"NO, guys we are done NCMOing!"

I know some beautiful people...

Monday, May 20, 2013

I really do. It's something I think about just about every day.

First, I know this girl who works so incredibly hard at everything she does. She probably gets about 5 hours of sleep a night and doesn't even mind and she is kind to everyone. I have only seen her mad once but it never lasts for long because her heart is overflowing with patience and beautiful kindness. She is a Texas girl through and through and she knows it. She is very intelligent and she's always there to listen.

Second, I know another girl who also works incredibly hard. So hard it's kinda crazy and you have to tell her to slow down sometimes. She has a great sense of humor and she's not afraid to laugh at herself. She has a lovely face and the loveliest personality to match. She has a good heart and she cares about her family more than anything in this world.

Third, I have a friend. A friend that has been with me since the strange Junior High years that test your self esteem and choice of clothing. We became friends over Pride and Prejudice and that's when I knew it was gold. She is serendipitous and whimsical. Plus, she has great hair and she says some great things.

Fourth, and then there's one more and she is so great. She is a southern belle. Blonde and beautiful and she can rock yellow. She listens and she laughs when appropriate. She is soft spoken and incredibly polite. She is an example to me every day.

Whoda thunk that I'd be blessed to have such lovely friends here at school. Heavenly Father definitely put these people in my life so I can learn and grow and I definitely have. So thank you friends, thank you for the laughs, the tears, the food, the movie nights, the guy talk, thank you for everything.

You are all gold.

Outfit Posts and Weekend Updates

Monday, May 6, 2013

If I start posting an onslaught of outfit posts it's because I picked up my Polyvore account again, and sometimes it's a lot more fun making sets of  what I've been wearing than writing something inspirational or witty (not that I am inspirational or witty, you know). Also, I will probably be doing a lot of Life Lately Instagram filled posts because honestly, the weekend is celebrated every day during Spring semester. It's either people aren't taking class, or they only have one class to worry about, they finish all of their homework and work during the day so they can party all night. So the only thing to do is listen to tunes while driving in the car, play in parks, eat food, watch movies, laugh a lot, and snap a lot of pictures whilst slapping filters on to everything. That's how it goes. So I just wanted to let you know what was coming to Walking on Sunshine! I also wanted to mention that in 10 days my blog will be 1 year old! Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness.

Anyway, here's another outfit post. Enjoy.

P.S. This post was hard to do because all the stuff I was wearing was either a Factory/Outlet story item or given as a gift.


Outfit of the Day: 5.3.13

Dress: Gap (The one I actually have is from the Factory Outlet, it can been seen in this post. Sorta // Necklace: The one shown is similar to the one I was given. It was a gift. So I don't know where it is from sorry. Check out this assortment of pearl necklaces.  // Belt: Gap Factory Outlet. The one shown is similar and from ASOS. // Watch: Michael Kors // Shoes: Sam Edelman for American Eagle (The ones shown can be purchased here.)

Summer skipped Spring and pranced its way in here.

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Yesterday I was actually hot. I mean I get overheated a lot but really yesterday I felt summer sticky-ness! It's here! This is the most exciting thing in my life. Summer time is adventure time. So here are some pictures of my most recent adventures. Have a terrific Tuesday and if you are taking classes this Spring, happy first day! Let's all get A's (because Lord knows I need them...please pray that I will be able to keep my job.)

Real Salt Lake game with Tootie, Daddy-O and big brother.
Krystal and I really wanted Real to win, unfortunately, LA Galaxy took the prize and we hate them for it.

I want to cry when I see this, because I see pure happiness in my Dad's eyes. I see it in his peace sign, I see it in the wrinkles on his face. I'm so glad I got to spend the weekend at the game with him.
Everyone must know that Krystal and I make these faces at each other. It's like we are creatures or something. No big.
Makenna wanted to go shopping and so we did! And we stopped at the Gap and found shirts for $7.99. We couldn't decide which ones to get. She got all three and she deserved. I got one because I need to stop buying clothes. Another fast? You betcha!

One of my favorite things about a new season and new school term is the opportunity to meet new people and make friends and to welcome home friends that have been away. 

Look at Mak's swanky shoes? What is the story behind this? Tyler Jones went home for a week. He asked Tyler Abbott and I to go pick him up from the train station. So we did. And we brought signs because we wanted to make him feel special. I think we did just that.
We may have gotten there reallllll early, so we decide to dance around the platform and admire the interesting statue. I look pregnant, but at least my legs look good.

What adventures are you excited for this summer? What is making your Tuesday terrific?

Stay gold.

Life Lately...

Thursday, April 25, 2013





I just wanted to remind every body that the 1 year anniversary of this blog is on May 16th. Should I celebrate? Is there reason to? Do you guys even read this anymore? Truth is, I don't know what I'm going to do but I'm still glad I have had this blog around for so long and I can't wait to have it around for much longer.

In other important news, yesterday I completed all of my final exams and today Spring/Summer break started. It won't really be much of a break seeing as I'm training to be a Peer Mentor and then I will be taking one class for a couple of months, but STILL a new adventure begins! Even though it comes every year, it still is my favorite adventure most of all. Bring on the shorts, t-shirts, bare foot days, ice cream consumption, late late LATE nights, concerts, shopping, road trips, family vacation, more shopping, more laughs, and more SUN! Yes I can't wait.

Also, bring on the instagram pictures...

So in the life of Dani lately I've...

Taken loads of pictures of trees with really dark bark and lovely white blossoms. It's really too bad, because they start to smell awful after a week of looking just lovely and smelling like the Garden of Eden. 

LOOK AT THOSE THINGS! AND THE SKY!
This is my most favorite of them all. No filter pretty ladies, no filter at all.
I had a finals week all wrapped up in Karly Jade, fancy pants, and a selfie of me missing my Daddy-O. (Plus the obligatory picture of notes that EVERY ONE takes...honey badger don't give a ----)




Karly. Miss Karly.

She made it into the Illustration BFA here at BYU. You go girl! You go, Glen Coco!

Oh notes. Notes. Notes.
This one time unknowingly, I took out a bowl from the cabinet and filled it with water. And used it as a cup.
My glasses in this picture. Top notch. I love my Miklis. 
These pants. LOVE!

And that's all folks! 
 
Did you just finish your college semester adventure? Let me know how it was. Also, what you are most excited for this Spring/Summer? Comment below and stay gold! 

P.S. The formatting on this is SO lame. Sorry about the gajillion spaces.

The truth about growing up...

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

So I finished my second year of college today and it didn't go out with a bang or confetti or cheers or a big wet kiss from a boy. It ended with me walking home, feeling slightly forlorn because I didn't nail my family finance test. No I didn't nail it at all. And no one was there when I got home to make me a PB & J or brush through my hair and rub my back while I cried a little and felt overwhelmingly tired. I got over it though. That's the thing about growing up. You get over things and you grow out of being coddled. You have to grow up sometimes. No matter how tired you are. No matter how bad a test seems. No matter how tight your jeans fit because you ate junk ALL week. No matter how many break outs / break downs you have. No matter how many tears you cry, disappointments you have, insecurities you feel. Life goes on and one must grow up.

Not saying that it's not okay to cry and pout and sometimes have a pity party. Sometimes you have to, but you must get back up. You have to get dressed for the start of summer party in an hour even when you want to veg around all day and it's cold outside. You just have to because that's what growing up is about. It's about being happy and living. It's about making decisions that will bless your life and building relationships that you can keep forever. It's about laughter and managing money. It's about returning those shoes you don't need and not buying another striped sweater. It's about talking to your wise father about love and accepting his comfort. It's about waking up to your alarm in the morning and starting the day with a smile even if it's 36 degrees outside and snowing.

Growing up isn't so bad. Yes, sometimes I don't want it to happen, but then again it's an exciting feeling. It's a start of something fresh, new and oh so lovely. Sometimes, I really like growing up. It's not so bad.

Watching Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince late at night will result in taking a BB out of a leg...

Friday, April 12, 2013

Yet another Friday comes upon us. Well that's just fine because it's the last Friday of the semester and it's April 12th which means tomorrow is April 13th which means it's my birthday. *flails body around in excitment* *commence gleefull squealing*

1. So the title...
Last night, good ol Jack texted me wondering if all of us wanted to grab some burgers at JCW's but we had all eaten already so we opted for a movie, but Tyler would only come if we watched a good movie, not a lame one.  So I let him decide on the movie, and he really wanted to watch Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. So we did. And Tyler commented on everything. He was so over it. And that movie is way longer than I remember, and that Inferi part gives me the heebie jeebies every time. Oh I also fell asleep and didn't wake up until Dumbledore died. So when it was over at like 12:00 midnight, instead of everyone going home we....

2. Sat and talked until 12:30-something. And that is something I love when Tyler and Jack come over. They sit and talk and they talk for a LONG time, but it's great and it's nice to have conversation with friends. Well after that, Jack decided to tell us about the BB that he mentions probably every time we are together. Haha. I think that thing has been imbedded in his leg for about 8 years, and it has slowly been making its way out of his leg. Gross I know. Well it was right at the surface of his calf that thing was ready to come out soooo....

3. I grabbed my pocket knife and went to work.
Now I understand this is probably gross and not as sunshiney as you would like it, but it was cool for me. I felt really awesome.  So I cut some of the skin around the BB, then there was blood, then Jack just popped it out. And we all cheered or went "AGHHH Ohhhh man...is there muscle tissue still on that thing?!!"

4. And then I took pictures, but I'm not going to post them because I've probably sickened you enough.

5. So back to the pretty normal favorites.
Today, I get to go to SLC and dine with the family for my birthday dinner. Bring on the cheesecake and mac and cheese. THEN I GET TO SHOP TIL I DROP! Okay maybe not, but my fast is over and I get to get some pretty grown up clothes (yeahhh surrree)

6. Turning 20 tomorrow. Stoked. I feel like I'm one step closer to drinking alcohol and crap. Justttt kidding.

7. Paramore came out with a new album and I haven't heard it all yet but I NEED TO! Paramore is like the music of my junior high existence. "Still Into You" is by far the best song in the bunch. LOVE IT! Hayley Williams looks so weird but so awesome and her dancing is so cute and I want her hair. And her voice is still phenomenal. OH and there are claps! GUYS I LOVE CLAPS!


8.  I was cordially invited to Peer Mentor spring training. Guys...this job has been such a blessing already. I cannot wait.

9. When you have to write a long paper and everything just comes together. That is the best feeling.

10. Being able to sleep in. Love it.

What were your favorites this week? Did I completely gross you out with my BB pellet story? Should I post birthday festivities? Yeah mannnn. Have a happy and safe weekend.

Stay gold.

sorry i'm so inconsistent

Saturday, March 9, 2013

I fail at blogging. I do. All of the successful bloggers I've talked to have told to always be consistent and I never am. Even when I promise to be. Sorry, friends. I'm going to do a Friday Favorites on a Saturday night anyway, because I really feel like doing it right now because I have two favorites that are just dear to my heart and they are....

My roommates, Kaitlyn and Makenna.
Boy, do I love these ladies. Kaitlyn has the best heart. She is tender and she is always there to listen. She is always there to give the best advice and tell you what you need to hear. Not what you want to hear, but what you NEED to hear. Now Makenna, Makenna is a work of art. A real treasure. And I mean it. That girl is something else and she never fails to help me work on my six pack. She is hilarious and special and wonderful. She has an opinion and she isn't afraid to share it. We also have great late night talks and I love her. I love them both. And now I am done. Who were your favorite people this week?

Have a safe and happy weekend. Until later. Stay gold.

I should be writing a paper...

Monday, February 18, 2013

It's surprising how hard it is to write a three page paper over a long weekend. It just doesn't happen. It doesn't happen until you have watched Forever Strong, eaten too many pretzels, played too many word games, played flow and campus life on your iphone until your fingers hurt, pinned every pin, reblogged all the posts on tumblr, made a quick drive to valley boy's stomping grounds, and a taken much needed grocery pit stop. Oh and you have to write a blog spot before you even look at the rest of it. Let's face it professors, be prepared for crap essays especially when you assign them over a long weekend.

So I took a trip home this weekend and I brought two of my favorite hooligans. The hooligans I live with. Mak and Kaitlyn got a taste of my hometown and what a beautiful hometown it is. N.O. I love you and I'm grateful to be part of the club! I have 4 other friends from North Ogden in my ward, so they started this pseudo-club. It's cool I guess. Feel free to be jealous. We are still accepting applications.

Welcome to the club, ladies!


I hope you're all having a happy Pres day. Stay golden.

I'm too lazy to write something...

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

So...I'll just show you instagrams of stuff that makes me really happy.

Sour Cream Coffee Cake. Want the recipe? Lemme know! 
Baked chicken, white rice, and green salad. Want the recipe for the chicken? Also lemme know about that one. 

My artistic shot of the week. Actually this was a latergram.
We heart-attacked our best guy friend. It was super girly and kind of reminded me of Junior High, but it was so worth it. Happy birthday, Braden! Love you! 
The Chocolate's famous Cazookie. Uh...perfection in a baked good. Really. SO amazing. Next time you are in the Provo/Orem area make a pit stop at the chocolate and bring a buddy to share.
Do you like taking pictures of everything? Are you kinda Instagram obsessed? I might be guilty of being a little too into taking pictures of my life. Especially food. What makes you happy? 
Comment below. Follow me on Instagram @daniellaroo. 
Stay golden.

The Meat Market and Mormon Mommy Bloggers (WARNING THIS IS LONG)

Monday, February 11, 2013

In my Mass Communication and Society class I was terribly bored and I started browsing through my old Freshman Writing papers. I came across these two and I had to share. Enjoy. I own all of these things. Take them and I'll dislike you. (Just kidding, I know you are all too wonderful to do such a thing.) P.S. I got A's on both of these. Eee!


This is College, Not a Meat Market
            I am fresh meat. Oh, excuse me; I’m a freshman.  But really, I am that piece of filet mignon that you wish you had when you are stuck eating ground beef seasoned with a taco packet all by your lonesome in your dorm. What I am trying to say is, the day I moved into BYU was the day that I felt like I had just been placed in the meat market a.k.a. the dating life. I have fresh (no pun intended) thoughts and opinions on this particular social aspect of college. Although this may not be my area of expertise, I have been on dates. I understand that they treat it a lot differently here than they do back home, and I have something to say about it. Dating in college is not a meat market, it is a time to meet new people, make friends, and have some fun away from class studies without “commitment” written all over it. People should start thinking differently and open their minds about dating here at BYU. If dating is treated like a meat market, meaningful relationships will be tainted, dates will become a measurement of self-worth, and many girls will feel that marriage and education are mutually exclusive.  
            When meeting new people we should consider creating a foundation of friendship. We should make time for friendships. We keep in touch with some of the friends we meet in college for the rest of our lives. Socializing will be at the tip of our fingers, and we will have someone to actually talk to or hang out with on weekends. When one meaningful friendship forms, we can build many others, which is better than having a lot of acquaintances or just one special someone. We begin to trust the friends we have made and build even more friendships. As a freshman, I have been trying to make friends here with boys and girls. Naturally, it has been easier for me to get to know the girls here. On the other hand, though, there has always been a certain barrier when I meet a new boy. I feel like immediately the judgments begin on both sides. Do I look cute today? His hair is nice. I like his smile. Can I see us together? I believe that this is natural when meeting new people, but it is when we actually take all of these thoughts and judgments into consideration when the problems occur. For heaven’s sake, I just met the person and I’m already thinking about raising their children!
 There are so many problems with this picture. Basing friendships off of how attracted you are to someone is unhealthy. Yes, being attracted to someone is okay, but just because someone is good looking doesn’t mean his or her personality or mannerisms are appealing. Just because a piece of meat looks absolutely scrumptious, there could be worms and disease on the inside, or it may not have been cooked thoroughly. This is why we need to focus on being friends. We need to choose the right friends that will lift us up, instead of choosing “the one” for us right away. Doing so can create emotional instability and unnecessary worry. It should not be like purchasing meat at the store. Knowing what we like in friends and knowing what is good for us will make things better than just grabbing the nicest cut of beef we see and want at the moment. Being a good friend and having good friends will make us happier, and we will develop more socially. I believe that we should remember these things especially when meeting people of the opposite gender.
            Meeting new people also increases the chances for dating. However, dating is not a matter of self worth. There are some freshman girls who are constantly on the lookout for a date. They think that if they do not go on a date every Friday night that it’s the end of the world. If they are unable to get the best cut of beef or be the best cut, endless amounts of tears are shed and self-esteem drops. I am here to say that this should not be the case. I am proud to say that there are other freshman girls who don’t mind spending Friday nights with friends, with roommates watching princess movies, alone, or doing homework. That is perfectly fine. The number of dates you go on should not affect your self-esteem no matter if the amount is large or small. As new students at BYU, we should be confident with our abilities to socialize, meet new people, and build lasting friendships, rather than focus on finding that special someone.
Oftentimes, when dating is mentioned in classroom discussion, church, and daily conversation, jokes and snide comments are made towards freshman girls and their tendencies to hunt for loads of dates and the “ring before spring.” I would like to make a comment on these jokes and remarks made towards freshmen girls. I know not all of these remarks are said with malice or contempt, but they still concern me. Before I came to BYU, every person I talked to made a comment on how they expected a wedding invite by the end of the first month I was here. Now I know they meant well, but did it ever occur to them that I, like many other girls at BYU, want to gain an education? Underneath their jokes, are they saying that my reasons for coming to BYU should be to get married right away? If I don’t get married as a freshman, have I failed as a student? Have I failed as a woman? If I do get married while attending BYU, have I become another statistic––the butt of a joke? The answer is no. Not all of us aspire for the “ring by spring”. Not all of us care about gaining the “filet mignon” status. I would like to stress that as a freshman it is important to focus on an education and getting the most out of the college experience. This includes a social life without the underlying “meat market mentality.” If you find the person of your dreams while attending school, this does not mean that your education is sunk. Marriage does not mean the end of education. This goes both ways. Yes, I want an education, but I still want to date. Getting an education shouldn’t ruin my chances of marriage, and if I don’t get married in college I am not a doomed soul.
In conclusion, I would like to acknowledge that dating and marriage are good things, but minds must be opened and thoughts should be changed. I can see why people joke about dating and marriage. It is a big deal. You don’t get married unless you date. It is our eternal salvation that we are talking about here. However, I believe that freshmen should not throw themselves into the dating frenzy. There is plenty of time to test the waters. Do not look at it as selecting a cut of meat. Instead, view it as a process that requires time. Sometimes you have to dig deeper, work a little harder, and look for the diamond in the rough. When you find that diamond, you will be grateful for the time and effort you put into your search. We are not pieces of meat, displayed on a rack, waiting to be chosen by some random passerby. People who think otherwise should understand that we are individuals who have distinct personalities and we all have goals. Some may want to be selected, but others, like me, would rather take our time in this refining process.

AND NOW...how I got into the blogging world. Thank you Emily Matchar for your excellent commentary on some of the most beautiful people on the internet.


A Mommy Mormon Blog Addiction
Imagery, Diction, Overstatement, and Tone in Matchar’s “Why I Can’t Stop Reading Mormon Housewife Blogs”
By Dani Ruiz 
            Imagine an over-educated and over-worked, feminist PhD candidate stuffed in a tiny cubicle, surrounded by every dictionary and encyclopedia known to man. She nervously looks around her. Her fellow over-worked and over-educated colleagues bustle around her. She looks back at the computer screen; her fingers strum the keyboard. With one more nervous look back, she inhales and rapidly types the URL. She holds her breath until she hits the “enter” key. A sigh of relief escapes her lips as a brightly colored page, with pictures of vintage crafts and beautiful children pops up on the screen. She wipes the sweat from her brow and begins her daily vacation into the world of Mormon mommy blogging.  In Emily Matchar’s article “Why I Can’t Stop Reading Mormon Housewife Blogs,” Matchar uses imagery, diction, overstatement, and tone to explain her fascination with the Mormon mommy blogging community, and to show that women like her can enjoy them too, despite busy lives and long workdays. Despite her personal beliefs and ideas, Matchar effectively creates a connection between the readers and the mommy bloggers. Through her writing she develops an illusion that women can find an escape when reading the blogs. The overworked women she is writing to can enjoy a simpler, fantasy life without being a part of it.
From the very beginning of her article, Matchar uses diction as imagery to hook her audience and build curiosity in her readers.  She describes the subjects of her article as “hipster mommy bloggers” with “Zooey Deschanel haircuts,” “closets full of vintage dresses,” and children that look like “Baby Gap models”(135). Matchar uses these exaggerated images to paint a vivid and colorful picture of women who seem to be living perfect lives. Her audience visualizes each of these images and becomes intrigued to learn more about these unusually fortunate women.  Along with describing the women’s lovely hair, clothes, and children, Matchar also describes each of these women’s abilities to be the perfect homemaker. With homes that come right out of an “Anthropologie catalog,” dinner parties that are “whimsical” and handsome husbands, these women are everything a girl wants to be (135). The reader begins to wonder how they can be so well rounded and blessed. The images evoke a sense of wanting to be like these women. Such visions of perfection push the reader to learn how to become like these women. They too begin to want celebrity haircuts and dazzling homes just from these descriptions.
            Matchar’s word choice also persuades the reader to relate with the Mormon housewife bloggers and Matchar herself as a writer.  She uses positive words concerning the “faith and belief” of the young bloggers (135). Faith and belief are positive words because faith and beliefs are found in a majority of people. Her audience of over-educated and possibly non-religious women is more likely to respect faith and beliefs than a religion as a whole. Using simpler terms make it easier for the reader to accept the beliefs and lifestyles of the bloggers. On the other hand, using the word “religion” can be a stumbling block for the reader because of the seriousness and commitment that come along with being a part of a religion. It is also good that Matchar didn’t use the word “religion”, because she is talking to an audience that is like her. Matchar calls herself an atheist; therefore, her audience would consist of some atheists. A religious escape would not appeal to atheists, but something based on beliefs and faith would draw in anyone with beliefs of their own.
  Matchar also uses terms to describe the lifestyles of the bloggers that would not be used to describe her. She calls the lifestyles of the bloggers “uplifting, fun, easy and joyful.” They lack “cynicism” and are “relaxed” (137). Prior, to saying these things about the bloggers, Matchar explains that such things make her cringe, and that her life is packed with stress. By saying that she enjoys these uplifting blogs and the idea of a simpler lifestyle, Matchar draws in her audience even more. She also says that she and her other PhD candidate friends “procrastinate for hours” reading each blog (136). Using the word procrastinate shows the impact these blogs have on her. The blogs are making a woman, who would not be one to procrastinate, procrastinate and take a break from her busy life.  If she can enjoy these blogs any other woman who works just as hard as she does can enjoy them too, despite religious or cultural differences.
            Next Matchar’s use of overstatement actually makes the Mormon housewife lifestyle seem more preferable than others because of the feeling of escape it emulates. She also exaggerates about herself.  Matchar calls herself a “standard-issue late-20-something childless overeducated atheist feminist” (136).  By doing so, Matchar sets herself up as a woman who would be the last person to enjoy reading about “marriage and child rearing” women who live seemingly “perfect” lives that appear to be “completely unproblematic” (136). Matchar makes herself to be as opposite as possible from the Mormon mommy bloggers, because it shows her audience that despite their major differences she still finds an escape in something that is on the opposite spectrum of her life.  This major contrast would seem to create a distance between the two groups of women, but they actually bring them together. As one of Matchar’s friends said, “I’m just jealous. I want to arrange flowers all day too!” (137) This is said with sarcasm, but because of heavy workload and everyday problems, the blogs become a lovely “escapist fantasy, a way to imagine a sweeter, simpler life.” (137) The overstatement that Mormon housewives are happier and live sweeter lives attracts Matchar’s audience, because they know that no one’s life is perfect, but the lives portrayed on the blogs seem that way so it makes their own lives just a bit simpler and sweeter.
            By using diction and overstatement, Matchar creates a positively satirical tone.  Throughout the whole article Matchar praises the beauty of the lifestyle of the Mormon bloggers, but she frequently mentions that she would never want to be a part of the religion. The satirical tone of the article makes it enjoyable to read.  She pokes fun at herself by saying she is a “closet non-Mormon reader of Mormon mommy blogs.” (136) Such a statement makes closet non-Mormon readers seem like a large community.  The article becomes a lifestyle confession that Matchar is proudly making. The connotation of “closet” is that she was hiding or perhaps ashamed to be so entertained by such domesticity, but now she wants to share her habit with others. Though whimsical and adorable, other Mormons actually poke fun at the Mormon blogs.  In a blog, “Seriously so Blessed”, the Mormon mentality of “ putting on a happy face” is poked fun at, using more exaggeration. (138) It is like they are saying that Mormons never have a bad day in their lives and that everyone who is unhappy should live vicariously through them. Mentioning that Mormons laugh at their own happy-go-lucky mentality tells the reader that Mormons don’t consider themselves better than anyone. They just want to share their happiness and lives with others. By commenting on the Mormon mommy bloggers own sarcastic attitudes toward themselves, Matchar builds her own sarcasm. This attitude of sarcasm shows the difference of both worlds, but it makes the collision between the two easier and more comfortable. It shows that the Mormon mommy bloggers don’t take themselves too seriously and that they are not aliens, but actually humans who laugh at themselves, and are not too different from Matchar’s audience.
On the other hand, a satirical tone is used to describe the new generation of mommy bloggers. Not Mormon mommy bloggers­­­­­­–– just mommy bloggers. Matchar describes the blogs as something that would make anyone want to “cut out their own ovaries with a butter knife” (136). Such heavy overstatement also sets the satire by creating a major contrast between the mommy blogs and the Mormon mommy blogs. No woman would really cut out her ovaries with a butter knife; this just shows the truly ridiculous side of the mommy blogs. The imagery makes fun of the extremes on both sides of the spectrum, but it also puts into perspective which lifestyle blog would be more pleasant to follow. Although highly fanciful and sugarcoated the “champion scrap bookers and journal keepers” are far more appealing than the “stressed out and divorced baby boomers” (137, 138). Such exaggerated sarcasm really persuades the reader to think about the logic of Matchar’s obsession. A positive satire is far more attractive than a negative one.
            Through Matchar’s effective use of diction, overstatement, and tone, she is able to draw her audience of women like herself, to understand her love for the blogs she follows. She persuades the audience to understand that despite religious, cultural, and personality differences, the worlds of over-worked and over-educated women can coexist, at least virtually and psychologically, with the fancy free lives of Mormon moms that make the married mother life seem like a dream. Her writing puts a positive spin and educates her readers about the lives, which were once obscure, of the housewife bloggers. She proves that it is possible to find a fantasy getaway in something that is different and find great uplifting things from those differences, even if it means finding an escape in vintage grosgrain ribbon, and owl earrings made with buttons. What Matchar is saying is, sit back and relax, it’s only a blog, it’s not like you’re going to turn into a cupcake baking sugary housewife. Cute crafts and vintage dresses sound so much better than encyclopedias and tedious workdays anyway.
That's all folks. Hope you enjoyed my amateur writing skills. Stay golden.

Typical: Friday Favorites on a Saturday

Saturday, January 26, 2013

I have an explanation though...

1. Ice Castles
It wasn't really an ice castle, it was more like a melty looking snowman with a swirly slide around it.

2. Philly Cheese Steak and a terrible waiter named Corwin.

3. Roommate ping pong tournies.

4. Roommate birthdays! Happy birthday, Kaitlyn Marie. I love you. You are a wonderful example to me.

5. Why We Broke Up by Daniel Handler

6.  Taylor Swift's RED

7. 10 minute dances parties. Do the robot. Walk away.



 Here's hoping you have a swell weekend, preferably with a fizzy drink and platter of goodness by your side. 
Stay gold.

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