Dreaming of Super Bowls to Come

I have been planning the perfect Super Bowl party since I was a little girl... you know how some girls spend their whole lives planning their weddings? Ya, that was never me! I actually have mini-anxiety attacks at the thought of having to decide on colors, and pick a dress, planning receptions, etc... I mean don't get me wrong, I have a Pinterest board entitled "I'm such a Girl" in which I pin all the things I think look awesome, and I think, wow that's a great idea... so when the time  comes in the FAR-DISTANT future hopefully I'll be a little more prepared.


Despite this ridiculous chink in my Girliness one thing I have been planning since I was able to realize what it is, is the best Super Bowl party my future husband and his friends have EVER seen...

I've been collecting recipes, planning outfits, thinking about mock-tails... planning on the tv area being the man-zone and having the kitchen dining room be where me and all my husband's hot friends' hot wives will gab about how hot our husbands are and how adorable our children are (will be) There will be a kid-friendly zone with games, fun snacks, maybe even Yahoo...

However until the day I'm a married woman in pearls, I'll have to settle for dreaming... Today is Super Bowl sunday and although I don't have anyone to throw a party for, I can watch the Broncos and the Sea Hawks play, I can laugh and probably cry at the commercials that cost MILLIONS and marvel at the half time show and I'll dream of the day when my hot hubby and his hot (but not hotter) friends and their wives come to my classy-eclectically decorated home with at least one red wall, and party with us... I'll dream of the day when they will chow down on my perfectly constructed dips, drink my deliciously mixed (nonalcoholic) beverages, (although lets be real... it really would be more fun with them all drunk, wouldn't it?) and on that day they will marvel at my ability to emanate June Clever and Lorali Gilmore at the same time... it's a blessing, really...

Tweeting and Toilets

Twitter is weird... It's basically Facebook but just with the status updates... it's stupid... I don't need to see yet ANOTHER picture of your dog doing something adorable reminding me that I can't have a dog!

Despite these feelings that I have towards Twitter I still have an account and I still use it on a daily basis... I like to document stupid things, I live tweeted my astronomy class on Monday... seriously thou

gh, everyone should take this class... it's ridiculous.

So I live tweet my classes, I document the hilarious things I over hear, I follow celebs, and “Scar's Tweets” … tweets mostly about how Mufassa is dead... anyway, I'm addicted. And then something amazing happened the other night... an account called : BYUI- Secret Bathrooms... Really? Secret Bathrooms?! What a genius idea... I mean really... One of my favorite pass times at BYU-I was finding a bathroom nobody knew about and using it all the time... Don't judge me, ok, I like my privacy... when I am sittin in the stall, taking care of business, I don't like the idea that someone is in there with me... hearing what's happening... that kind of stuff should be private! Sometimes I listen to my iPod, what of it?!

So there it is, my dirty bathroom secret, I like to be alone while takin' care of business! And this twitter account followed me! So I obviously followed him/her/them back... I mean, I need to stay up on all the secret spots! I know, I haven't lived in Sexy Rexy for some time... but I will be visiting and who knows? I feel like I'm not quite done with Rexburg yet...

I am a little worried though... once this twitter account blows up (which it will, because it's genius) will those “Secret” bathrooms still remain as private as I love them to be? Or will I think I'm going to have a nice quite time in that one restroom in the Smith that's on the second floor, kind of hidden in an alcove with the couch, and bam! There's a line all the way up the stairs!... I hope not... it's about integrity people, remember that!

For those of you in and around Rexburg (even if it only resides in your heart), I suggest a follow!

BYU-I Secret Bathrooms and I had an awesome conversation the other day about how now that I'm cool enough for a follow from them, I might just get a date! Here's to hoping!

Death is breathing down my neck...

Well, my Communications text book just confirmed it... I might actually die or go insane from being single... "Happily married people also have lower incidences of pneumonia, surgery, and cancer than single people." ... "College students in committed relationships experience few mental health problems than those not in committed relationships."

So there it is in black and white (and now hot pink per my highlighter) in a book that I payed $59 to RENT... For real though, to rent?! Who do they think they are?! Haven't they ever heard of a library?! You get freaking books for free... Wait this is a rant for a totally different blog.

Point is that this is a widely used text book that's goal is to help me be a better communicator and all it's done so far is confirm what I already knew... I need to just accept that I'm going to be committed any day now... 

I'm not too concerned about it though... I'm thinking it might be kind of nice... Like a vacation, a nice padded room. Warm and cozy. Days filled with cafeteria food (which if i'm being honest I always kind of liked) and little plastic cups of different colored happiness swallowed with pride. (for real though my ability to swallow large amounts of horse pills is a point of pride for me) I'm thinking the nights will me movies, whispered conversations about the governments plan to inject us with micro-robots and going to bed early, which I'd going to be really nice I think. 

So I guess what I should be doing is thanking my teacher for waking me up to this beautiful possibility for a mere $59! So thank you communications teacher who says "ehhhhhh k" after every sentence... Your superior communication skills has changed my life for the better, I just might start singing like Kristen Chennowith (but only if you'll be Anna Kendrick!