Three Pack...

My mom wanted a picture of the three of us on Thanksgiving. I don't think she got one where all three of us were serious (ignore my misbehaving hair in half these photos). Aren't my brothers adorable?
I wouldn't trade them for anything...the majority of the time anyways.

Frustration List...

Sometimes...
I get frustrated. Big surprise right?! Because I'm the first person in the history of the big wide world to get frustrated. Not. What's frustrating me? Let's look at the list (I'm a list oriented person but I'll make it short).
1. It seems like I study, study, study, for some of my tests and then I don't get a good grade on them. Yeah, I pass(eh...) but not with the score I would like.
2. I don't date. Not for a lack of trying you see, but I haven't been on a date since the end of September. I haven't been on a single date with anyone from Utah State and it's a little hard when my friends and roommates are going on dates and I'm home...cleaning.
3. Boys. They go right along with dating.
4. Working out. Enough said.
5. Just trying to figure out when I'm going to do with my life in the next five years.

But you know what else? Being frustrated just helps lead me to what I'm thankful and some minor solutions to my frustrations.
1. Today, I barely studied for my Human Development test. I got a 98% on it. That's right, I studied an hour before class and missed one question. Guess who doesn't have to take the final now?
2. There's not really a solution for this one because I don't really know how to fix it unless I start throwing myself on every cute boy in my path and brothers and sisters, I don't think that's the best way to get a date.
3. Boys...grmmff. All I can say is that I'm not playing the games anymore. I've dated boys who played the games and I'm done with all that. I left it behind me in high school and I'm not picking it up again. Yes, I'm interested in some boys but I'm not just another girl to join their fan club. I've been told I'm a special kind of girl my whole life (usually by the old people in my ward who consequently ask me in church how many boys I have to beat off me every week...which is a big zero) and dang it, I'm going to make guys realize it. There's no one else out there like me. I'm not going to chase anyone. It's high time that I deserve to be chased. And if not, then I'll grow to be an old cat lady with 67 cats and I'll live happy by darn it!
4. Ahem. I haven't gained my freshmen fifteen and I still refuse to do it. Hello gym and aerobic kickboxing, here I come.
5. Planning out my life is hard. I have no idea where I'll be in five years. I'm taking 17 credits next semester. Hello, no social life. But its going to be fine. All good. If all else fails, I'll learn never to take 17 credits so help me again.

This I know...
My Father in Heaven loves me.
The Church is true.
I belong at Utah State.
My parents and my best friends are a phone call away.
I can do almost anything.
And from one of my favorite movies...
"My life is good. Real good."

Kyle Comes Home...

So Kyle came home...last week haha. I've been terrible about keeping up with the blog but things have been so insanely crazy for the past few weeks that my poor little blog has been the last thing on my mind. The week that Kyle came home was absolute madness. I had four tests that week, a million things that had to be finished, and I was not going to miss being at the airport. I was so glad that I was able to get home for it. The moment he walked down that escalator, I started crying my eyes out.

I was so happy to get him home. He hugged my mom first and then my dad and my little brother. I hung back waiting for my turn and then started bawling my eyes out when he hugged me. He kept saying, "Why are you CRYING, you're supposed to be HAPPY!" and my response was...well, more blubbering.
I sadly had to journey back to the land of Logan that night but my roommate, Emma and I drove back Friday and were able to spend the weekend with my family and my wonderful cousins who came from Utah. We shopped, ate way too many of my pumpkin chocolate chip cookies, and even highlighted Miss Emma's hair! It was a great weekend and I'm so thankful that I got to see my family, my friends, and have my family reunited!


I'm Randi and I couldn't be happier that my brother is home.

Our Guitar Debut...

I'm so behind on blogging.

Friday night (November 12th) was the Old Farm 13th Ward Guitar Concert.
Here at my apartment, four out of the five of us play the guitar. Emma had signed up to play a few weeks ago and this week, (because I love her) I told her that I'd play with her. Even though she tried to get me to play the first song by myself (I never ever ever play the guitar or sing in front of other people) we played two songs together, and Emma played one by herself. I think we did pretty good considering the fact that I was shaking from being nervous (I could have cried before we went on because hello, I cry all the time) and from having a cold all week long.
Here's a funny story though. In the first video, you'll hear us dedicate our song to Steve. Steve is our Family Home Evening brother who told us about five minutes before we went on that we should dedicate our song to him. "Are you sure?" we asked, because we knew the lyrics to the song and we weren't sure that he did. So during our performance, you can hear how people liked that we dedicated it to good ol' Steve. Plus, he dedicated his performance to "Emma and Randall, the great girls from 04". We're so famous.


We only got half of our second song.


My roommate is so cute, watch her scratch her nose haha.


I'm Randi and this is why I shouldn't sing while I'm sick.

There's Really No Reason For A Title...

Kyle comes home in [7 days]!
I cannot wait.
Downsides:
I have a nasty cold and Emma and I are supposed to be playing and singing in a ward guitar concert on Friday. Let it be known that I never rarely play the guitar for other people, and on top of that sing too.
I have four tests next week.
I have to go see another movie for Creative Arts.
I'm registering for next semester on Nov. 19th, 12:00 am so I need to figure out what I'm doing with my life.
Logan is freezing. We're still trying to see how long we can go without turning on the heat because we're cheap tough. Therefore, I'm still wearing my boots and winter coat in my room.
And our room looks like this:


I must be getting prepared for something good.


I'm Randi and having a stuffy nose irritates the heck out of me.

Time For a Story...

I love Friday. I think I've mentioned it before, but I love it. And what makes it better than a fall Friday? Because I love fall. The past two weeks have been crazy busy but I'm loving it. Everyday I'm here is just another day that solidifies my belief that I was meant to be at Utah State. I love my apartment. I love my roommates. I love my ward. I love my FHE family and home teachers. I love my friends. I love..well like most my classes. I love Logan. I'm just in a really good mood today! Time to play some catch-up on what's happening so those of you who are reading this actually get something out of this post.

Story #1: Halloween Weekend
My friends came up for Halloween last weekend so we could go to a We The Kings concert. I love We The Kings, really. Although, not a huge fan of moshing. I tend to get squished quite a bit.







Story #2: Dance Party in the Kitchen

All these dishes were in our sink...
We have a really funny apartment in our ward. They're the A1 apartment. They had a dance party last weekend and they taught us a very funny dance that we in O4 have become pretty pro at. So pro that we did it at the Halloween dance party in the G-Lounge. So pro that after Ward Prayer on Sunday, we were dancing around in our kitchen, emptying the dishwasher and doing that dance. When I say dancing around in our kitchen I really mean, dancing around in the kitchen. Like a bunch of crazy people dancing around. Then some of our neighbors came into our apartment telling us that they saw us dancing around because, we left our blinds open. That's right, our entire ward probably saw us dancing around like a bunch of dorks after Ward Prayer because everyone has to walk past our apartment and kitchen window. Yes, indeed.

This week has been great though. Church, great neighbors, hilarious FHE, playing guitar, sliding down the stairs on mattresses, pumpkin chocolate chip cookies, laughing at dumb movies, chats with the roommates, dancing around to good tunes, and I get to see my mom and my grandma today. Kyle gets home in twelve days!

I'm Randi and I love to dance around like an idiot.