New Year, New Nonsense

I brought in the new year by participating in one of my favorite activities...DANCING!  In case you didn't know, I live for dressing up in heels and going out to get my boogie on; see above for a picture of my snazzy New Years outfit (can you believe I bought that dress from the DI for only 5 bucks!). Anyways, between Salt Lake, Orem, and Provo, my friends and I really had our pick of dance parties. So being the poor college students that we are, we made the logical choice and went to the cheapest of our choices. Fortunately for us, we were not disappointed! Turns out, the kids turning the tunes happen to be my favorite DJs in town, and I won't deny the fact that I totally have eyes for one of them (I'm a sucker for a boy who knows his music). Alas, as per usual, I again went without a New Years kiss. Truthfully, I've never even had a real New Years kiss, but that sort of thing does tend to happen when you break up with your boyfriend earlier that day. From that  very same night, which took place roughly 5 years ago, all of mine have been from my guy friends who were just being silly. Which is okay I guess, since it made for some pretty epic times. In the end, I am pleased to say that this New Years Eve was a success. There was dancing, reacquainting, laughing, flirting, injuries(oops), and moments that should have been embarrassing. If those aren't the makings of a great and memorable time, then I really don't know what is. 

Marriage is What Brings Us Together...Last Saturday

One of my best friends, Daniel, is got married last Saturday, and I couldn't have been happier for him. In the past year quite of few of my best friend group have entered into eternal marriage, but my reaction to each of announcement of "big news" has varied. That is not to say any of my reactions were of the negative sort, quite the contrary...I was ecstatic every time. But still each one just felt different, because my relationship with each of my boys is very different (none of which are romantic). So it only seems right to not maintain one emotion. I may have called me the Ice Queen in high school, yet I can't claim to be a robot. Possibly the second greatest part about the weekend (obviously the wedding is the first) was seeing the group together once more.  For all we know, the occasion was more than likely the last of such reunions. Well if it was or wasn't our last hurrah I love and adore you all!

Orem=Out of This World

Sure Orem has ice cold winters, Walmart weirdies, and the most dreadful drivers I have ever had the misfortune to encounter; but I am slowly beginning to realize this town has more to offer than the blatenly obvious negatives. 

The first great heaven sent positive was my roommates: Rylee, Ashley, and Meagan. Those girls made my transition  from STG to Orem nearly seamless, because even though I met them an hour after I stepped "creeper style" into the apartment for the first time, I feel like I have lived with them forever. I can't began to explain their coolness, or how grateful I am for them to allow me into the group. 

Secondly, it is so nice to have family here in the great "Up North." I have lived by Aunts, Uncles, and even young cousins before, but having cousins my age near by is a comforting thought. In fact the complex I am living in was even recommended by one of my cousins. His advice turned out to be gold, so I think I can trust him now.

Third plus: my job totally rocks! Truthfully, sitting on the phone for 4 hours a day is not ideal, but the people are pretty cool so it makes the time fly by (at least for now). I have a work "best friend" who is really the kid I sit by and pester for all the secrets of the job. I wounder if he is sick of me yet? Oh, and today I got to walk 2 feet down the imaginary runway, scoring a 8.9, which I consider a victory over my former 7 status.

Lastly, I have met the first absolutely adorable boy, on a list of what I'm sure will be many, that for one reason or another I can never have. Man, life is just so unfair. Fortunately, Orem seems to be swarming with all sorts of boys: gorgeous, cute, nice, fun, fit, intriguing, musical, you name it Orem has it. YIPPY!

Saving Friends and Strengthening Friendships

The day started out with a 2 am text message, and no, it was not a booty call. It was a cry for help, okay it wasn't that dramatic, it was more (not exact conversation):

A: Hey are you awake?

B: Sadly yes. I am horrible at sleeping.

A: Yes you are, hence why we are soul sisters. Are you possibly still in STG?

B: I shall be in town for the remainder of the week. Why?

A: I am in need of some saving.

B: Oh no! From what? Or who?

A: Just from this kids house. My ride fell asleep and we got in a tiff so I don't want to wake him.

B: Then I shall make hast.

A: Kay Kay, see you soon.

If you are wondering why my text started to sound somewhat old fashion, the answer is a simple one...I was reading Pride & Prejudice at the time. Anyways, to make a long story short, I picked her up, drove her home, then we had an awesome chat about boys, life, and my ever nearing move to "Happy Valley," Utah. 

My "soul sister" and I are a peculiar pair. We used to be the best of friends at the beginning of my Junior year of high school, which was her sophomore year. We were crazy wild, but not in a naughty sort of way; There was no sex, drugs, and rock and roll for us (well there was a little rock and roll). For better or worse, we encompassed the meaning of reckless abandon. We said senseless things, made stupid moves, and loved every single minute of it. Come on, who wouldn't love demonstrating how to drop and roll out the moon roof of a moving vehicle? However, life happened, as it often does, and we slowly drifted apart. The rare occasions we happened to see each other were joyous ones. We could talk for hours, but it was clear we ran in very different circles. Here we are, years later finally reconnecting, with a friendship just as random as it was before. I rescue her, she accompanies me on a spontaneous midnight trip to Lake Powell, you know the usual sort of thing. It is reasons like these that reassure me that our friendship is a lasting one. Growing older might cause us to loose touch again, but that doesn't matter much: I'll still save her at 2 am if she needs me to.