Happiness is a journey, not a destination...

I've gone shorter and the swoop bangs are back. I really love it. What do you guys think?

So... I've gone on plenty of trips where we were driving for extensive amounts of time, however it was always with family. And yes, it was usually a ton of fun. BUT next month I'm going on a road trip with Ginny to St. George for Maygen's wedding. And just the other day I realized that we're going on a road trip. I had just been thinking about when we got there, but now I'm just as excited for the ride down. I'm sure the novelty of the situation will wear off after a few hours, but still. We're going to get snacks and drinks and make playlists so we can jam the whole way down. So yeah. I'm excited. ROAD TRIP!!
We're going on this trip for Maygen's wedding, like I said earlier. We're going to stay in a hotel in St.George. I've got wedding things to take care of, of course. I've got to be there for May, but I am going to show Ginny the sites a bit. We're staying down there an extra day so that we can go to Zion's. Anyway it all comes down to: I'm freaking excited.
I've noticed that my blogs lack writing skill. They're kind of just a jumble of thoughts and ideas and news. My OCD side is slightly bothered by this. But life is rarely well written, so why should my blog be?

I vote that it's time for summer.
Time for sunshine.
Time for grass.
Time for kool-aid.
Time for Popsicles.
Time for dandelions.
Time for flip-flops.
Time for shorts.
Time for tan-lines.
Time for warm nights full of stars.
Time for sweat.
Time for parks.
Time for sprinklers.
Time for squirt guns.
Time for bees.
Time for camping.
Time for vacations.
Time for carnivals.
I could keep going, but it might take forever. Add to the list in the comments with your favorite things.

Time for summer.

I got a gym membership a little over a month ago. I've been going to the gym for about an hour 3 times a week. It made me feel really good. I had more energy, I wasn't sleeping in as much, and it just made me feel accomplished. I didn't have a scale so I couldn't really keep track of my weight. A week ago I decided to buy one. On Saturday April 3rd, I weighed 156 pounds. Ugh. That made me feel a little bit downhearted, but I was determined to lose weight. So, during that day and the next I thought a lot about my eating habits. They weren't really bad. I just drank a lot of soda pop, and if I was hungry at work I would get some fatty snack from the vending machine. So I decided to cut those two things out and see how much it would affect things. I went the the grocery store and got a few things I could snack on at work and some power-ade to substitute in for soda pop. So all this past week I've had carrot sticks instead of potato chips and apples and oranges instead of candy bars. I've also had pretzels and wheat thins. I stepped on the scale this morning hoping to see a difference. I wasn't disappointed. Just cutting out those two things and exercising 3 times a week had made a drastic improvement. As of today, I weigh 140 pounds. In one week, I lost 15 pounds. To all the people that have been telling me that's all it takes: My bad, I'm a believer now. :D Go me!

So, I'm planning on returning to Provo tomorrow for the day. I let a bunch of people know so that I could see all the people I've been missing. Most people seemed excited to see me, but some people don't seem so excited. That makes me sad, but it's probably my own fault. I'm terrible at texting/emailing/calling people. It's not that it makes me nervous or anything, I just don't think of it. I've been up here for 7 months now, and I've had minimal contact with people I used to spend everyday with. I've missed everyone immensely. During the first two months I was pretty depressed about the whole moving situation. I was lonely, but I still didn't text or anything. I don't know what my deal is. I feel bad for unintentionally severing ties with all of my friends. If you're reading this, and you're one of those people, I'm so sorry. I hope the damage isn't permanent. I'm really excited to see everyone tomorrow.

Today is April Fools Day, probably my least favorite holiday. What's the point? Everyone just pulls pranks or "jokes" by lying about something. I don't really like spending the whole day wondering if the person I'm talking to is lying or about to attack me with a squirt gun. It makes me feel paranoid. But, oh well. I'll deal. I don't really like the idea of being "that girl that will bite your head off if you play a joke on her". So I'll zip-my-lip and take it.

I miss living at home in Provo (with the Ferrins). I miss being able to cuddle up with mom after a bad day, talking to Claire well into the early hours of the morning, playing in the backyard with Abby and the bunny, randomly hearing Thomas at the piano, hearing dad say family prayer at night, taking walks along the river trail with Steve, and lots of other random things. Hearing the wheat grinder, speed scrabble, puzzles, toast... the list could go on and on. I need to go visit. Life just seems too busy. And I sorta worry about not wanting to leave once I get there. I also worry that I've waited too long to visit and it will be awkward if I go now. That's probably not true, but I'm a worry wart. I can't help it.