Utah State University.

This is my rejection letter I received from BYU this weekend.

I read said letter at work. Then sulked to my car and cried the whole drive home. It doesn't feel good, rejection from a Mormon university that all of your friends seemed to get accepted to. But I know now it's not where i'm supposed to end up. Obviously, my smokin' hot future husband isn't at BYU. Which is totally fine. Even better though is the fact that i'm ending up exactly where I need to be. Yesterday I put down a my very first deposit for housing ever.

 Utah State, here I come! 

But seriously, how beautiful is this campus!?

I could not be more excited for the adventures ahead. Of course, I also feel like i'm going to pee my pants because i'm so nervous. I already feel like a poor college student. But I have faith that everything is going to work out as long as I keep the people who matter most close and rely on the Lord as I make important decisions.
Now I just have to pass high school.
it's harder than it sounds once you've been self-diagnosed with a major case of senioritis. it really does exist, kids.
xoxo.
Sarah

dear ex boyfriend please stay out of my dreams.

Last night I was crying. Because i'm going through a terrible break up with BYU Idaho. I got stuck with Fall/Spring which means I go one semester from September to December and another from May to July. It's very inconvenient. Needless to say BYU Idaho was crossed off the options list. Not that I ever wanted to go  there anyway.
Going to bed upset is good for nothing! nothing, i tell ya! because my dream last night began and ended with real life ex boyfriend.

Shout out to Blake for being awesome and photo shopping her head over ex boyfriends. it will forever make me laugh. So let's talk ex boyfriend for a minute. I'm totally over him. Not that it's hard to get over someone when they lie about certain extracurricular activities that they're involved in that are illegal everywhere but Colorado. Colorado and somewhere else? Doesn't matter. For our entire relationship he lied. Which is just lamesauce if you ask me. You don't use the Mormon girl. Or really anyone for that matter. But whatever, i'm not the one who got arrested and lied about it. 

Vengeful? Me? Not the slightest.

But Ex Boyfriend plagued my dreams last night.

I'm going to blame it on PMS.

But this dream for reals. Awesome doesn't begin to describe it. It's a dream for a journal to say the least. But you should have seen the Sarah in my dream tell him off! Totally not me in real life. I would just end up feeling bad and apologize.

Anyway.

This post isn't going anywhere, really. 

But that's okay.

Happy Friday, Kids.

xoxo.

moments as of late.

approximately two minutes ago. I know you love my monday-tuesday hair.

As of Saturday I have officially lost five pounds. Ten more to go before I reach my goal. This may seem silly, but I decided it was finally time to deal with the fifteen pounds I slowly and unknowingly put on when we moved here two years ago. So back to the gym I went. 

It's amazing, really, how much better I feel after an hour on the treadmill working really hard. Granted sometimes I feel like i'm going to die but then the endorphin's kick in and nothing in the world is wrong that can't be fixed. maybe i'm exaggerating a tad. but seriously, exercising is the most selfish and selfless thing I do in my daily routine now. 

I spent my weekend serving coffee to eager, stressed, anxious, peppy, target customers. This whole barista thing is a whole other world. I thought that people were only picky about their coffee in movies. I was wrong. For the record, a Venti Breve quad three and a half pump cinnamon dolce latte is not the same thing as a plain latte. still not sure why they let me, the non coffee drinking human, behind the counter at starbucks. but they did, and word on the street is i make a killer latte. 

When I was not pleasing caffeine addicts, I was sitting on my couch obsessing over my upcoming New York  City trip. and by upcoming I really mean 101 days not including today. I probably shouldn't spend twelve of the eighteen hours i'm awake each day thinking about it. but i mean IT'S NEW YORK CITY so obviously it's justified. 

Not justified however, is the insane amount of tests I have at school this week. like ten. and i only have three classes. Makes it really difficult to senior slide, ya know? 

On another school related note, BYU has nine days to reject me. NINE. I have checked my email more times in the past three months than in the four years i've had a cell phone and found email slightly irrelevant...sorry email!

Anyway. Lunch is almost over and I have a larger than life test next block that I should probably have studied for more than I did...living on the edge?

Happy monday-tuesday! bleh.

These streets will make you feel brand new, their lights will inspire you.

which is exactly why i'm going back. less than twelve hours after i graduate, to be exact. I've always felt that i'll end up in this city. I know it would be hard, it costs more, you live in shoe box sized apartments that cost the equivalent of a five bedroom house in the suburbs, grass can be a thirty minute walk away. but the city. the city where everyone is always going somewhere, doing something. so even though before I end up here I have college, most likely marriage, etc. I can visit. visit and pretend i'm not a tourist. That will just have to be enough for now.
and obsess over this lovely blog her name is Natalie and she's living my dream life, shoe box apartment and all.

A world you no longer belong to.

Valentines day has a way of making everyone who doesn't have a significant other bitter. To that I say nay.
Being single on valentines day is the same as being single any other day.
If I don't hate being single on the thirteenth of February, who says I have to be on the fourteenth?
No one, that's who.
Here's the deal, it's not valentines day I hate, it's heart week.

Monday we had a pep fest to get everyone all school spirity and stuff. I opted out of attending said pep fest and ate sandwiches with my mother instead. it's a lot cooler than it sounds, okay?
enough with the rambling.
my school spirit is at approximately a negative six.
I wake up.
Go to seminary.
Go to school.
Go home.
Repeat.
I no longer belong to this world of children that think the most important things include singing valentines and making out in the hallway. I'm ready to grow up and graduate and have responsibilities that are greater than making my bed in the morning.
This is freshman floor, kids:

I thought i'd walk across it just for fun.
NEVER AGAIN.
anyway, it's kind of stinky that there are still four months of school left. i'm really just done. senior slide times seven.
I hope your day of hearts was lovely.

Sarah.