Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Masquerade! Paper faces on parade...

Being done with college is the best feeling I've ever had.


This is makeup from a masquerade we attended in June-ish. We lacked proper masks so makeup played the part. Aren't we pretty?

Look at this pretty girl who danced more than anyone!

Here's the fun group of friends we went with:

It was at this outdoor castle in south Provo, and the DJ was in a tent so when it started raining the party continued on. They had delicious food in one of the towers - no joke it was legit - and all around, it was a beneficial use of Provo, it's people and it's resources.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Mostly, Graduation!


Well, I finally grew some and moved off the 900 E 900 N block. This is a very nice change. Campus isn't overriding my windows, calling me to do more homework, but even if it did it wouldn't matter because I GRADUATED!!!! Yep that's right, take a look see - 


That's me and two of my roommates, Julie and Liz, and our happy faces as we finally saw the end of our last semester of college. Thank goodness we sat together at commencement or I may never have made it through.

In my new ward, I was given a calling and then interviewed for a temple recommend, and then called into the bishop's office a second time. That's not unnerving, thinking that he's going to revoke my entering-of-the-Lord's-House privileges. But all is well in Zion, for it turns out they just gave me the wrong calling. Member of the Enrichment committee?? No, sir. It's the Leader of the Enrichment Committee. Hoh*hoh*hoh (imagine that was a French laugh) My second sustaining allowed me to make up for the embarrassment of the first when I let my theater seat of a chair flop behind me as I stood up.

In spite of the knowledge that I may become boring, I will continue to talk about graduation anyway because it was, quite literally, the best day of my life. Nevermind that President Uchdorf looked and smiled at me as I walked into the Marriott. Or that I got to graduate with some great people. Or that wearing the cap and gown, for some reason, was close to helping me feel justified and actually complete. On the minus, looking at the thousands of bachelor's students made me feel a little bit normal, or "average" if you will; it was like seeing a thousand other brides on my wedding day. Whether some of the above were good or bad, who cares?? I graduated COLLEGE. I am no longer under The Man to decide what I can and cannot do with my time. Sure, I go to hair school. But, let's be honest. That takes as much effort as high school did. It is nothing compared to BYU. And it's not that my education is over, oh no, au contraire. It's just beginning. Now I get to learn what I want, how I want, when I want. This has been my dream ever since high school - to have my own time to learn and do what I want. Mmmmm this is fun already.

If I knew my apartment didn't have any air conditioning except for an extraordinarily loud fan, I might not have moved in. Wait....I pay $183 a month in rent. Of COURSE I would have moved in.

Oh. I guess I totaled my best friend's car this weekend. For more info, check out thosecrazylarsons.blogspot.com

love!

Thursday, January 22, 2009

First thanks go to Kortney Crowley for calling me to repentance, or something that makes me feel bad about not updating my blog. Life is as follows: I'm sitting on my loveseat with my coat still on from being outside, crunching on Rice Bitz (or Rice Chex for those who live not in the Projects) with Alison. MMMMMMMMMM.

Hair school is going well, I learn TONS everyday, but I still can't seem to figure out how not to cut myself with the intensely sharp scissors. They're like a death trap, waiting to happen. (If you are/were/ever will be my client, disregard that. They're completely safe.) That should be a nice resource when a burglar walks into my house and once he's taken all my knives, I'll pull them out like my secret weapon. Sucker wasn't planning on stealing from a hairdresser! Ha!

Plans for the week: Posting inspirational quotes from rap songs, such as "Never mind what hatas say. Ignore 'em 'til they fade away!" to remind us it only matters what God thinks. Also, "Can't turn a ho into a housewife. Hoes don't act right!" to remind us not to be ho-ey if we ever wish to marry. These are just a few treasures to soon adorn our walls. Should be fun times, yes?