Cried In The Wal-Mart Intersection...

There's something wrong with this picture.
These are my keys. My car key is missing. What to know how that happened?
Randi goes to Wal-Mart to pick up some groceries. Randi gets back in her car and starts singing along to her CD. Randi goes to enter the intersection. Car does not follow Randi's wishes. In fact, car completely dies. Kaput. Randi hurries and tries to start it again. And again. And again. Randi quickly turns on hazards and continues on the mission of starting the car and pleading with it. Randi, who does not do well with a crisis, begins to cry, and starts to get flustered. Randi calls her dad. Randi continues to cry while a very long line begins behind her. Three men come to Randi's rescue and push her across the intersection into an apartment parking lot. Randi thanks them profusely while trying not to cry again. Randi calls E. E comes and jumps out of the car with a boy Randi has never seen before. Boy tries to jumpstart car. Car is stubborn and refuses boy's best attempts and Randi's whispered threats. Boy drives E and Randi home. Car is left in time out at the parking lot. Car is trouble. Car better not get broken into before the tow truck comes to take it to the doctor.
Car is in big trouble with Randi.

It's Time To Meet Fatty...

This is my guitar, Fatty.
He lives a good old life here in O4. He gets to hang out with his other guitar friends (three of my roommates also play) and he get's played often if not by me, then by others. Fatty is known as Fatty because back in guitar class, after my lesson was finished I would try to stuff him back in his case and sometimes it was a struggle. Plus there's the fact that he's bigger than all my other roommates' guitars.
Here's a secret...Fatty was $50 from Target.
Fatty and I get along usually. He's a little high maintenance. I have to keep my fingernails shorty short short if I want to play and he has to be paid attention to every few days or he gets cranky and out of tune. But he has a nice deep voice and likes to be played, especially by those much more experienced than I.
Fatty keeps me from getting really homesick. If I have a bad day then I play all the sad songs that I know and Fatty sings along with me. And then I'll jump around like a rockstar. Works every time.
We are BFF's. Don't judge.

Certain Weaknesses...

I have certain weaknesses in life.
Like peanut butter on a spoon,
Reading a book over doing homework,
Target,
Hot showers,
Reality TV,
Hot chocolate late at night,
Hairspray,
Blue-eyed boys,
Cafe Rio,
Big purses,
Biting my nails when I get nervous,
Loud music in my car,
and laughing ridiculously loud.
Do I regret any of them?
Negative.

The Hair Whisperer...

Tonight, I helped my dear roommate get ready for the Institute Joseph and Emma Smith dance. Doesn't she look just like her? I'm pretty pro at doing her hair for her dates and this little number is probably my finest yet. So if anyone needs any lovely front curls, just let me know.

In other words, the other roommate got this headband thing stuck in her very long, curly hair. And her boyfriend was showing up in a couple minutes...

Guess who got it out? That's right, just call me The Hair Whisperer.

I Love...

Yes ma'am, I'm deeply deeply in love with this store. I peruse it often when I'm waiting for class to start because it's much better to day dream about beautiful clothes. Here's a few of my favorites:









Pretty sure I should go start donating my plasma now.

Thank Goodness It's Finally Here...

Friday took forever to get here. Was it just me, or did this week drag on? I seriously hit a slump this week. The cough got worse, math tried to kill me, and I had a surprise birthday party to plan. Tuesday night, I was the walking dead. Seriously. But thanks to some lovely roommates and hometeachers, I was able to finally get ready for bed and sleep until I had to get up at 6:00 am to finish my math homework. Then I skipped out on class for the rest of the day. I went to the doctor (picture below) and had to wear that lovely mask.
Quick Backstory: So I had to wear this mask right? Well, when the nurse was taking my temperature and blood pressure and all that, she was asking me a bunch of questions so I pulled down my mask to talk to her. About 45 seconds later, I got reprimanded for not wearing my mask. And not very nicely. So after she left, I pulled it back off....and coughed. Without wearing the mask. Then I put it back on. I'm a menace to society.
After my little trip, I came back home and baked. Because I had a surprise party to host that night. Perfect. So after I baked cake and cookies that were terribly burnt on the bottom so I sat over the trash can with my knife and scraped off the burned bottoms absolutely perfect. Then came the math.....which I never finished. The surprise birthday party for E went wonderful. So needless to say, I could have died yesterday and been perfectly fine because that would have meant that I could have more than five to six hours of sleep. Because I really looked like death yesterday. I hadn't showered. My hair hadn't been washed for two days so it was becoming a big, curly, nappy mess. I was wearing day old make up. I'd been wearing the same shirt for two days and I'd worn a sweatshirt to school two days in a row. I smelled like Vick's Vapor Rub. Then I got hit on. Oh yeah.Then I went to dinner with the roommates, went to the USU V LTU game (we won), and then got ice cream. Then I fell into my glorious bed and I SHOWERED this morning. Oh, the beauty of hot water. Even though my hair didn't go down without a fight, I tamed it back into a civilized bunch of dead cells. Pretty much, I wrote this just to complain. But I really am happy that it's Friday.
And I'm going home tomorrow (we're leaving at 6:30 am). I get to go to Institute in twenty minutes. I'm going on a date with a friend tonight. And the sidewalks are dry so there's less of a chance that I'll make a idiot out of myself walking to class.
Did I mentioned that I love Friday's?

How's Your Day?

How's your day going?
This is mine:

Perfect.

Today Has Been Productive...Sort Of...

Today has been fairly productive.
Sort of.
E and I slept in till around eight thirty, nine o' clock-ish. Then we laid in bed and talked about life in general. E played with my stretchy IKEA blanket. Then she decided we needed to go for a jog since we slept past the intended gym time. I begrudgingly followed her out of bed when she reminded me that I wanted to start running. So we went for a little jog. Then we did jumping jacks on our porch until a car of neighbors pulled up in front of us. So we ran inside for a little bit and then came back out to finish all 55 jumping jacks. Then came breakfast, a shower, and in a little bit we're going out to run errands. Then tonight is FHE. Then the other roommates come home. Then I'll do homework. Blah.
But until then, I'm eating animal crackers and listening to Jack Johnson. So I can be irresponsible for now.

Good Sunday To You Too...

I love love Sundays.
So super wonderful. Church today was great. Everything went together so well in lessons and everyone had about a billion and five wonderful comments to share. I love days like that. My coughing was even kept down to a minimum and scratchy voice is getting better. The speakers in Sacrament meeting were absolute genius. E and I giggled about silly things during Sacrament meeting. Oops. There were some new faces in our ward today. It made me think about the beginning of the semester last fall. Sometimes I forget that there's life before and after this semester, that it doesn't continue in the same pattern. I forget sometimes that there was life before I met my roommates, before I moved into my little apartment. E and I took our sunday naps after our super yummy lunch (I made chicken dumpling soup, we had salad with pears on it, and some of E's homemade bread with raspberry honey butter). I woke up from my nap and started thinking about what it'll be like to move out of my apartment in the spring. It's a little strange. I remember the day my parents dropped me off and I cried like a baby on my kitchen floor. That was in August and now it's January. There's a lot of things that have happened in that space of time (like me bringing down waaay too many clothes). All I know, is that I've been very lucky to have been here in this apartment with these roommates, to be a member in a stellar ward, and lucky to be a student at a great university.

Our apartment smells super delish since we resurrected the Cinnabon candle (we burned the wick in this down after a few months into the school year because we loved this candle so much. So today, I put a birthday candle in it).

I'm still in the same spot that I was after my Sunday nap. Just with hot chocolate now.

Things that made me happy today:
Good hair day, it's warm enough to rain instead of snow, I wore heels to church, and there's no school tomorrow.

Fickle...

Changed my blog header...again. I'm a little fickle sometimes. Like it? Don't like it? Should I go back to the old one?

Or new?
Share your opinions por favor?

I Have Discovered...

...that I really like editing my photos when I'm bored.

It's Hard To Be Sneaky When...

....your phone makes a loud "BING" sound when you take a picture. But none the less, I took one. Muahaha. I'm in the TSC just sitting and blog stalking away and this guy is sacked out right next to me. Sacked out. The Student Center is a great way to people watch and eavesdrop. Yes, I'm one of those people. But I'm sure I'm driving everyone who has had a class with me today and who is sitting near me super crazy because I have one of those scratchy throat coughs and nothing is curing it. Not even water. Because I've drank like a gallon of water. And now my computer is going to die. And I need to go to class. So go blog stalk these people:

The Daybook
Little Miss Momma

What's Up Wednesday?

I love love love Wednesdays because it's the middle of the week and that means that it's almost Friday. Friday is a glorious day. But alas, it's only Wednesday so far. Let's talk about what's happened so far today...
I slept in a little longer but still made it to my math class on time.
I went and talked to my adviser (Side Note: Yesterday as I was getting off the phone with my adviser, I almost told her I loved her. That's right. I had just been thinking about my mom so I'm all, "Thank you so much, see you tomorrow, love....bye!" I felt like I was in the fourth grade again and I'd just called my teacher Mom).
I'm dropping my Physical Science class on Energy. I'm feeling so much better. Now I can return my $85.00 book.
I have my kickboxing class in an hour and a half.
I have math homework I should be doing.
I should be studying for my humanities quiz tomorrow.
I'm sitting on my unmade bed.
I guess that's my cue.

Let It Be Known That...

Today was so fetching cold that I wore under armor underneath my pants.
My math professor's name is Vojslav. Pronounced Voy-ah.
I slipped both coming off the bus and crossing the crosswalk. In front of someone from my ward.
My Aerobic Kickboxing class just might kill me and then resurrect me back into a wonderfully toned body.
One of the kids in my Special Needs Institute class blurted out, "You know what? Satan's a stinker. And we shouldn't follow him."
I haven't found the motivation to go to the gym today and I doubt that I'll find it tomorrow. Somebody please give me an excuse to not feel so guilty.
I only went to half an hour of FHE.
My roommates and I have been talking in British accents on and off consistently since last night.
I'm so happy to have all my roommates home.
I miss my parents.
I went and took a gloriously, steamy, hot shower because A) I was a little cold and I'm going to bed soon and B) I needed to escape from the smell of freshly baked bread that my roommate made because she put it in the oven at 8:06 PM and I've made a goal not to eat after 8:00 PM.
I'm an eighteen year old college student who's going to bed at 10:30. Living the dream.

I Appreciate...My Feet

As I embark on my year of happiness, I realized that I needed a game plan in order to be happy. I couldn't just wake up one morning and say, "Self, today I am happy." Because for me, it doesn't really really work that way. I'm a goal oriented person, always wanting to achieve more. So I realized that each month, I needed to learn to appreciate more, love more, laugh more, and learn to be. So again I said, "Self, what's the one thing that we do not appreciate most?" (I know that you all refer to yourselves as "Self" and don't trying hiding it). Drumroll.....my body. I under appreciate my body any given day of the week and I know that I'm not alone in this. So for this month, I will be appreciating my body (not in a weird way or anything).

Today we will begin with feet.


My feet are medium sized (size 8). They are as flat as a pancake. My pinky toe is shaped like a triangle and my second toe is longer than the first. My feet look just like my father's. My feet had a pedicure yesterday and they liked it. My feet enjoy shoes and funny socks. They would live in my Chacos year-round if I would let them. This year, they will learn to run again. My feet have carried me across campus, up hills, throughout mountain trails, paddled me in lakes, rivers, and oceans, ran across sandy beaches, and squished in the mud. My feet like freedom. They love to swing across grass and walk in the dusty dirt. My feet fear no spiders (as long as they have shoes on of course, my feet not the spiders). My feet are strong. They dance, hop, skip, and jump. They carry my body everyday and everywhere. And I like them.








I'm Randi and I got those new shoes (last picture) yesterday. My feet like them because they're quirky and comfortable. How do you feel about your feet?

Resolve and Resume...

Resolution: n. 1. The state or quality of being resolute; firm determination.
2. A resolving to do something.
3. A course of action determined or decided on.

-I want to start running for recreation this year. I hate to run. I attribute this to having running as a punishment when I danced. That will change this year. New running shoes have already been purchased.
-I want to study better this semester. Like actually, study. Goodbye laying on my floor with my books "open" and talking to E, hello library.
-I want to stop collection so much stuff and start to simplify.
-To stop comparing myself with others. To stop thinking that only by accomplishing something, I can feel validated. To start defining my divine purpose.
-To become more adventurous. To throw some caution to the wind and stop analyzing everything.

Resume: v. 1. To begin or take up again after interruption.
2. To assume, take, or occupy again.
3. To take on or take back again.

-My addition to hairspray. It's not going anywhere.
-My love of taking pictures.
-My guitar.
-My new found love of blogging.


My number one goal for this year...