Honor Code

One more thought for the day, I promise.

Today in my Rhetoric in Law class we discussed BYU's Honor Code and whether some of its requirements can stand without debate. This naturally led to the discussion of why mustaches are allowed for men but beards are not. We came to this conclusion:

Mustaches help us keep the law of chastity. Seriously, folks. Would you rather kiss this good-lookin' bearded face...

Or this?

Forget the fact that it's Ryan Gosling. It just proves my point that no one can pull off the 'stache.

The ladies over at My Life is Not a Jane Austen Novel agree. Check them out.

In the Words of J. Biebs, "I Need Somebody to Love"

Happy Valentine's Day! Let me give you my count.

Approximate number of giggling girls I saw on campus with flowers:

23 (I was on campus today for ONE hour)

Approximate number of guys I saw carrying flowers for said girls:

17

Approximate number of people I saw at Smith's buying some sort of V-Day treat:

Lost count

Number of love songs my Pilates instructor played at the gym today:

One whole hour's worth

But I'm not complaining. Maybe next year I'll be a recipient of those flowers. But I won't be all giggly. That's not my style.

BUT...I had an epic weekend with great people in Las Vegas. I'll spare the details for now, but I'll just give a sneak peek. Our theme was James Bond. And we looked HOT.

And That's the Way I Like It

Warning: This is a rant. Please don't judge my normalcy based on this post. Resume writing is tough business. Especially when it has to be really good. Can't my cover letter just say, "Dear Church Magazine people, I really want to intern for you this year. I promise I know how to write and I like to edit. Please hire me."? No? Okay. This is the big leagues apparently. Tonight as I've been staring at my computer racking my brain for the best way to describe my editing experience, I started to feel like this dude. Do you think they would notice?

But, the upside about the whole resume-writing business is that I now have my future planned...I think. August graduation has been declared, my second minor has been declared, and internships are being applied for. I love that I know what I want to do with my future, or at least for the interim. Feeling like a grown-up is kind of fun, when it's not scaring me out of my mind.

Here is my last thought for the day. Last night, as I was sitting doing homework, NOT watching the amazing BYU/SDSU basketball game (FYI, "jimmered" is now a verb, basically meaning "to be crushed by all that is BYU basketball") because I didn't want to wait in line to get tickets (that's another story. I detest lines.) and because we don't get the CBS Sports channel, I decided to peruse Netflix. That was a horribly long-winded sentence. Anyway, I found "The Last Song," and unfortunately, I watched it. Miley, I wanted to gouge my eyes out and burst my ear drums. How did you get Liam Hemsworth??? Don't get me wrong, it's a sweet movie. Everyone else can act except Miley. Her acting felt like nails on a chalkboard. Is that harsh? Usually I really like Nicholas Sparks' characters (with the exception of a certain Noah in "The Notebook"). But I think I started to dislike Miley more and more as the movie went on. Someone just needed to do her hair! Sadly, Youtube doesn't have a whole lot of videos showcasing her awkwardness, so you'll just have to believe me.

Anyway, before I say something really stupid, back to resume writing. Also, is it healthy for a 5 foot 8, 120-something pound girl to drink a whole gallon of milk in two days by herself? Because I did. What? Ovaltine is good.

Yes, No, Maybe So

If I had control over everything, I would play matchmaker. Since I don't, here are some pairings that are great, shouldn't exist, and should happen soon.

Good

Monica and Chandler: Yes. Yes yes and yes. Love her, love him, love them together. Love that they were best friends first. Whoever wrote this into the show was a complete genius!

Beatrice and Benedick: Beatrice: "I wonder that you will still be talking, Signior Benedick: nobody marks you." Benedick: "What, my dear Lady Disdain! Are you yet living?" Fantastic. Much Ado About Nothing is my favorite Shakespeare play, mainly because of these two. The couple that mocks each other stays together.

Jim and Pam: Who in their right mind can deny this? Yes I get jealous of Pam because she gets to snuggle up to beautiful Jim Halpert, but she’s one of those girls that, because they’re so nice, you just can’t hate them, no matter how hard you try. And I'll just get my Jim fix in my Journalism class, because my professor looks just like him. But not the snuggling part. Just looking.

Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley (book versions only): Ginny is just the best. Who else would do the things she did for Harry? Well maybe I would.

Bad

Ross and Rachel: I love them both. Someday I will be Rachel Green. But Ross and Rachel together? No. The U2 song “With or Without You” fits them too well. Ross, love you, but you’re too whiny. Rachel, LOVE you, but you can’t make up your mind. Good idea in theory though.

Ryan Reynolds and Scarlett Johansen: Ryan, you know I love you. But because I love you I have to tell you this: Your wife is trash. You’re too good for her and can do so much better. Can you tell I’m bitter?

Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley (movies only): Awkward train wreck waiting to happen. Horrible acting, horrible chemistry. “Open up, you.”

Allie and Noah from The Notebook: I don’t like them together. Never have. This volatile relationship is a ticking time bomb. The only time they aren’t fighting is when they are old and she can’t remember who he is.

Maple bars with bacon: I had one. Once. Who thought of this?

Should be

Joey and Phoebe: No, they would never work. But can you imagine the hilarious things that would be said to each other in their own NYC apartment? I would love to be a fly on that wall.

Ryan Reynolds and me: Perfect relationship. Our amazingly good looks (well, his at least) and fantastically sarcastic and comedic timing would make this a relationship for the books.

Allie and Lon from The Notebook: I love him. Not only is he much better looking than Noah, but I think he treats Allie better. And he’s wealthy (not that that’s important to me but… :) ). This is a romance that should have happened.

A Weekend Full of Growing Up

So, last night while taking a break from my solo dance party, I promised to discuss my life. Get ready for an avalanche. What a wonderful weekend! It was one of those weekends where I learned tons about myself, people, and the gospel. On Friday night I stayed with my fantastic friend Jenni. We kidnapped our friend Lisa Ann and went to Outback, where we shared a steak, mango pomegranate lemonade, and TILAPIA! Yes Mom, after years of turning my nose up at it, I ate Tilapia. My new resolution is to be brave. And it wasn't too bad! No fishy taste at all. After dinner, we got ourselves a Coke (essential), some candy, and a movie. Sometimes nights like that are just what I need.

On Saturday morning I drove Jenni to the airport. We talked the entire way up about life, choices, the gospel, etc. Is it funny that I thrive off of discussions like that? Because I do. Being around good people who understand makes a huge difference. We talked about wanting to be an influence in the lives of others. In my morning prayers, I've started asking Heavenly Father to put me where He needs me. I ask Him to let me help someone each day. Some days I see where that happens, other days I don't, and I just hope I was able to make someone's day without knowing it.

Afterward, I went to my friend Cailey's, which was followed by a day at the mall to celebrate our friend Miriam's 21st birthday (after years of searching I found the perfect pair of Aviators. For $3). We saw "Eat, Pray, Love," which I've been dying to see because I really enjoyed the book. It was well done, but proves once again that the book is always better than the movie. If you've read the book or seen the movie, you understand the significance of my new blog title. I like the symbolism behind it. And someday I am going to Bali.

Sunday was what I would call a "girl's day." We went to church, followed by a delicious dinner full of pasta, laughter, and some boy stories that had happened the previous night for some of the girls. Oh, and who knew that whipped cream tastes fantastic on watermelon? After this, I was invited to my friend's apartment, and he and his wife made me a delicious second dinner! When I came back to Cailey's we listened to some Michael Buble. You just can't beat those lyrics and that voice. :)

Yesterday I became an adult and did some hard things. Moving into my new place by myself, getting the water/gas/electricity set up, and doing some other things made me feel like I can handle anything. I was little Miss Independent yesterday. I had some very heavy boxes in my car that I couldn't lift, and after searching for some help and not finding it, I decided to try it myself. Well, I failed at that part because I almost killed my back trying to lift them. So those will have to wait. But at least I tried, right? No giving up here!

Tonight through Thursday I'm going to be taking some Education Week classes, all by myself. And I'm so excited! The classes I'm attending are going to teach me so much. Just tonight I'm going to learn how to be a confident woman, how to draw closer to the Lord through service, and how to prepare for personal revelation. And I still have tomorrow and Thursday classes to look forward to! I'm sure there will be a post soon about what I've learned. But that's been my weekend. There's a lot more I could share about things I've learned and discovered, but that'll remain with me. If you want to know, just ask. ;)