Sometimes Its The Little Things...

Sometimes its the little things that make you smile...






I'm Randi and all the baked goods my roommates are making are not being kind to my gluteous maximus. Curses banana bread, cookies, and brownies...

Time To Withstand The Weather...

It's snowing in Logan. There is snow on the mountains. I'm a little less than enthused. I love fall. It's my most favorite season and it's the one that seems to stay the shortest. Just this weekend I was telling my mom how beautiful Logan was and that it was just the perfect weather. I retract my earlier statement. I'm just not feeling the snow this early. Really, it's October. I like snow during the time period of the day after Thanksgiving to about mid February. Then I'm done. Bring on the sunshine. I suppose I don't really live in the best places for predictable weather patterns but I can't leave my mountains. So as I sit in my lovely apartment it's been a chilly, Secondhand Serenade, play guitar with my roommate (who keeps singing Christmas songs), start a game of dishwasher Jenga, feel a little reminiscent kind of day.

If there's one good thing about bad weather, I've had a reason to wear these.


I'm Randi and I like Secondhand Serenade and stacking as many dishes into the dishwasher as I can.

Fan-Freakin-Tastic Friday

It's Friiiiiday! Like the majority of the population, I absolutely adore Fridays. There's just something about waking up that morning and knowing that it's going to be the weekend in a few short hours...if only I wasn't in Life Science. Life Science can make me feel like my face is going to die because I get so stinkin' bored. Like right now...cause I shouldn't really be blogging in class. Whatever, they're just going over our last test and I'm just a little speedier at it then everyone else. But I'm going home...again this weekend! Know why today is great? Because I'm wearing my new purple shirt and my super comfortable boots from Target (big surprise). These boots are one of my new favorite parts of my fall wardrobe. I love boots in fall.


I get to visit people this weekend! I get to go Target and craft shopping with my friend Chelsie! My grandma's annual Halloween party is Saturday! I love weekends at home. LOOOOOOOOOOVE them. To leave you smiling on this fan-freakin-tastic Friday, I'll leave you with some random funny cartoons. I think they're funny so if you don't even snicker at least...we can't be friends.














I'm Randi and I detest science but love Target, boots, and random funny cartoons.

I'm a Little Fond of Paint...

It's Homecoming Week here at Utah State. What better way to start off the week with a Paint Dance? Monday night, the roommates and I went to the Paint Dance! What is that you say? Well...basically you go in a great big group of dancing people...and paint gets thrown in the air onto people which is great fun. What is not so fun about it? If you wear flip flops your feet get stomped on like nobody's business. Then people started to lean against everyone and start squishing people. At one point, poor Emma and I started getting pushed down so I started throwing out the elbows to get people off of us. I've got mean little elbows. It was a little cold too which was expected because who thinks it's going to be warm when you're running around in a tee shirt, basketball shorts, and flip flops in the middle of October? We did some jumping jacks at the crosswalk while we were waiting for our light to turn...but then people started whistling and yelling, so we stopped. We'd been jumping long enough to get warm. But other than that, the paint dance was fun. My hair was about three different colors. This morning I was in the shower though...I found a little spot of paint on my back. Now, I'm a clean person, really and I'd scrubbed and scrubbed to get that paint off me. But that was a resilient little spot of paint apparently.




I'm Randi and I'm fond of a lot of paint, a little bit of jumping around, and long hot showers.

More Fluff About Fall Break...

Back from Fall Break and what a good break it was. I drove down and made it to Cheeko's football game. He was happy I was there, I just knew it. Big sister intuition and all. He got to play a lot which was way good and I was giving him the thumbs up every time he looked at me. He loves me, I mean look at that adoration on his face. It would just be a tiny bit easier if the little brother was you know, little.

Friday, I helped my mom watch two of the neighbor's kids which was hilarious at the least. After that we ran and got some fabric for something I'll show you in a click. Friday night, I went up to Rexburg with some friends to visit all our buddies at BYU-I. I miss seeing my friends every week. They're just so stinkin' funny and its so nice to be able to just talk to them.
Saturday morning I got up and made this baby with the fabric I'd bought Friday. I'd had this board sitting in my closet for years but this weekend I decided that I wanted to actually do something with it. I'm pretty pleased with it.


It's just perfect for my clips and my pictures.
Why buy it when I can make it?
I went to a baby shower with my mom on Saturday which was fun, just cute baby clothes, women in the ward, and delicious treats. Pretty much all weekend long I just heard how people were going to set me up, which I thought was pretty funny.
People: I bet you're just beating those boys off you.
R: Uh, not quite. I've only been on one date..and I already knew the kid.
People: Don't worry about that! I'll set you up with my neighbor's friend/son/brother.
R: Fine by me.
Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match...
Saturday night, went and partied in Rexburg with my dearly beloved friends (I'm peeved that we forgot to take pictures). And....then I drove back to Logan on Sunday. Which I was dreading. I have two tests this week (both in my two most hated classes) and it's Homecoming Week. So I have to spend time really studying instead of playing (like right now). Stink.

This Piece of Fluff...

I'm quite the lazy sucker. It's been almost a full week since I last blogged. I want to be on top of the blog because even though I know that not a lot of people follow me or faithfully dedicatedly read me every day...I like to pretend that my posts are highly sought after instead of just being a bit of fluff that's become a habit.
Anyways, here's what I've been up to for the past few weeks. That's right, another picture post because I can't think of anything superbly witty to write about today.
Here we have myself and the roommate at the Special Needs Institute dance last weekend. This is our new friend, Paul. Paul is in sixth grade, has Down Syndrome and some pretty sweet air guitar moves, and is one of the cutest little boys I have ever seen. Emma asked Paul what he liked to do and he replied saying, "School, soccer, science, and getting married." Emma asked him if he was getting married in the temple (he is) and if he had anyone in mind. Guess who he pointed to? That's right. Sorry fellas, I'm now off the market. He's quite the catch I think.

On to the next. The roommate and I went to Hyrum after Women's Conference on Saturday (which was amazing, I'll post about it later) and went to the local library to read to some kiddos and do some Halloween crafts. After we finished we saw this statue across the road and hightailed it over there to get a closer look. What a man.

After a full day of spiritual enlightenment, service, and shopping (triple s's) the roommate and I decided to try a new adventure. That's right. Emma cut her bangs. With office scissors. They look rad.

What else have I been up to? Making more rosettes and flowers of course. Ignore our ridiculously messy desk por favor. Forgive the weird posing as well...I was just trying to get a picture of my headband. I will vainly admit that I think my cheekbones look very nice in this picture however. Don't laugh because now you're double checking too.



And now we'll end with a shot of my room and my shower curtain.



I am Randi and I have no idea why I wrote this post.
But here's a secret...I'm going home tomorrow since we don't have school on Friday. Why is it a secret? Because I'm going to surprise my little brother. Why is it a surprise? Because I'm going to one of his football games for the first time. I can tell it on here because he never reads my blog.
So there.

Ache: noun, verb 1. To have a desire for something or someone who is not present...

Sometimes I get this aching inside of me. This ache for what used to be and this wanting for things to go back to what they were. I ache for being able to go see my family whenever I walk into a room. I ache for being able to drive to my friends' houses just to talk. I ache for Cedar Badge and the times there, the people I met, the experiences that were had. I ache for summertime, the carefree days, the nights that stick to me, and the feelings that are still there. I ache for my old life, that safe, predictable routine. I ache for that part of my life that's gone now, for the things that are changed.

Then I remind myself, that this part of life is good too, so good.

Four Things That Made My Day...

Four things that made my day. Might be a little time consuming...but it's worth it. First off, this may be my new favorite band and these are two of my favorite covers they do. I listen to them just about every morning...and sing to them as well (you may have to scroll down to the bottom and turn off my music if you'd like to watch the following).



This video gives me chills. What a woman. Watch both parts and you'll see what I mean.



Last but not least...USU beat BYU 31-16. That's right.

I Knew It Would Be A Good Day...

I knew it would be a good day this morning when I woke up feeling completely and absolutely relaxed. I knew it would be a good day today when I put on my Chacos. I knew it would be a good day when I heard Frank Sinatra on the shuttle radio this morning and the nice old bus driver told me to have a good day. I knew it would be a good day when I found out that my Creative Arts test was on Thursday, not today. I knew it would be a good day when I finally got my HURD shirt and I wasn't late to class because of it. I knew it would be a good day when my Human Development teacher put a pirate hat on in the middle of the lecture and told us that we didn't have class on Thursday; instead our assignment was to play. That's right. Play. I knew it would be a good day when my math class was canceled. I knew it would be a good day when I was on the shuttle and the cute boy next to me started singing "Magic" along with the radio and bumped his shoulder next to mine, apologizing because he liked the song. I laughed. I knew it would be a good day when I spent the afternoon at the kitchen table with my roommate helping her set up her very own blog. I knew it would be a good day when I realized that I could finish all of my Connections homework tonight and then be done with it. Forever. I knew it would be a good day because I didn't feel like crying even once today. I knew it would be a good day because I had a bowl of cereal for dinner. I knew it would be a good day because not only do I have IWA tonight but the fireside choir tonight as well.
Some things you just know, you know?

What I've Been Up To and Randi's Five Secrets About College...

Hey, hey, hey. Sorry about that last post. Honestly, it was a little bit of a hormonal, emotional night but no worries, I've got a handle on it now. Sometimes it just slips out a little bit. So what have I been up to? Just living the college life. Just some True Aggie night you know?

Did I attend? That would be a no. Do I want to attend? Again, negative. What did I do instead?

That's right, I watched New In Town on Netflix instead. Seemed like a better solution to me. And yes, I am wearing skinny jeans in that picture. Me, the self proclaimed skinny jeans hater wore them. I have many theories about skinny jeans but I still got a pair. The jury is still out on that vote.
What else have I been up to besides wearing skinny jeans and avoiding kisses from random boys? Just living life at O4. Our apartment is the best. No joke. We as roommates are pretty hilarious. I've been on a decorating kick as well.

Went to the DI, found some frames for two dollars, went and bought spray paint the next Wal-Mart trip (there is no Target in Logan. It's killin' me. Complete and total blasphemy) found some pictures off the internet and there we have it. Something at the top of our stairs. On to my five secrets about me and college. I'm sure that there will be more coming along but here's just a few so far:
1. I've turned into a neat freak. Yes, my half of the room usually has clothes everywhere but besides that point, I've turned into my mother and grandmother. I have to wipe things down every few days or I get this itchy feeling.
2. Today I went to class looking like a bag lady. I got up this morning and pulled on some sweats, put the hair in a headband, and went to pilates. I got back and was waffling between the choice of getting ready or studying for two straight hours. I hit the books and it got me nowhere today on my test. Fetch. I didn't shower till about two o' clock.
3. I've turned lazy and ride the shuttle mostly these days. I've got to quit it or the freshmen fifteen and I are going to become close friends. And that's just one friendship I'm not willing to start. But...if I see a cute boy get on the shuttle that I could be taking..I'll take it.
4. I smell my milk everyday to see if it's still good. The experience where I poured a glass of milk, took a nice big drink, realized that my milk tasted like Sprite and that it wasn't normal, thus leading me to spit it out in the sink has me paranoid.
5. I'm ready for cooler weather. Snow, no. Cooler, yes. Cool enough to wear pants and jackets but not cold enough that the Chacos get packed away. I'm dreading the day the Chacos get packed away.
So..that's it for now. Let's see if I can get all these emotions under control so I can study for my Creative Arts test.

Boys and Girls...

Boys and girls. We're from two different plants. Especially teenage boys and girls, because neither of us ever know what the other is thinking. It would much better sometimes if we did because things would be a heck of a lot simpler. Hey, I'll be the first to admit it, we girls are complicated. Completely. But...boys aren't very simple either. There are some things I don't think boys will ever really get about girls though...
Boys may not realize how much time girls spend time thinking about them. How much time we spend analyzing every single move they make, every word they say, and how much we really care sometimes.
Boys probably realize how irrational girls are sometimes. We're irrational, but it makes sense to us. That what we say and what we mean can be two different things. How much we want things to work out even when we know they probably won't. Because face it girls, all of us have a romantic deep inside.
Boys many never know how much we care what they think. That we take so long to get ready because we want to look nice for them.
Boys may never know how girls hurt inside sometimes. That we hope and hope and hope..and when it doesn't work out, it kills us inside for a while.
Boys may never realize that while they move on quickly, we may take a little longer hanging on. That we look at our phones about 20,000 different times a night, hoping for some sign that he's still there.
Boys never realize that there's so many songs out there that girls will relate to them.
Boys may never realize how scared girls are to tell them what we feel, because admitting sentimentality is hard.
"I miss you, I care about you, I want to be with you even just for a day, because you matter to me."
Boys will never know how many tears are cried over them. How many nights are spent crying into a pillow, how many tissues are used in conversations with moms and best friends, and how many showers turn into opportunities to cry without anyone noticing. We girls are an emotional sort.
Boys may never realize that a girl may hold a place in her heart for them for a while. Because its hard to say goodbye to something you wanted.
I could go on...because this is a lot better than doing homework right now and I'm an emotional teenage girl. I couldn't focus if I tried. Because, I'm just thinking of everything I'd finally say if I saw someone. So with words like that running around your head, its hard to sit down and worry about equations and human development, you know?



I'm Randi and trying to stop caring about someone else is hard.

Looking Back and a Letter To My Past Self...

Randi 2008. Status: Sixteen, finished my sophomore year of high school, just broke up with first boy I ever told I loved, left the first group of friends I'd ever really known, finally getting over my illness, and feeling totally and completely lost.
Last week, I was walking up to campus, noticing the beautiful trees and the warm sunshine on my face. I was wearing my Chacos (score) so there was a definite bounce in my step and I knew that I was going to leave in a couple of hours for a great weekend. I realized that I was content with my life. Sure, there are a few things that could be better but there are definitely many more things that could be worse. Perfectly content. I thought back to where I was two years ago. I thought back to who I was two years ago. If I could go back to myself two years ago, there would be so many things I'd tell her. First off, I'd give her a hug. I'd tell her that I know things are feeling hard right now, that I know how hard it is to get up every morning and figure out what to because we're lost. I'd reassure her that things are going to turn out okay, better than we'd ever dreamed. That we'd grow an unbelieveable amount and that someday, we'd take our struggles and use them to help someone else out. I'd tell her to let go of that anger that we've been holding inside ourself because it's only going to sit there for a while, and that it never gets us anywhere. That we needed to learn to forgive quicker, and how much happier we would be when we finally just let go. I'd tell her that even though it seems like we lost everyone we cared about, we'd gain even more people who were better and brighter and we'd smile, laugh, and love with them more than we ever had. I'd tell her its okay to cry. That our tears don't compromise our strength. That we'll learn to trust again. I'd tell her not to waste her time on boys that don't deserve us but we're going to meet some amazing people soon. People that'll change our life. We'll discover who we are in the mountains and that our happiness is going to come from working hard and helping others. I'd tell her not to start being so critical of her looks and herself because soon enough, we'll make it habit. It'll be one of our hardest battles yet and that we still haven't conquered it.
I'd tell her that even though we're not sure about it, our Heavenly Father loves us and He's watching out for us every single second. That life is beautiful and we're growing up better and stronger every single day. I'd tell her it'll be okay to take chances and we'll be the better person for it. We'll do things we never dreamed of like, climbing upside down on 100ft cliffs, going places without at least one person we know, or being a part of amazing groups and being looked up to. That we're going to be blessed with a wonderful, beautiful, unexpected, challenging, joyful, loving, bright, happy life and even though I haven't seen even half of it yet, it's going to get even better. I wouldn't tell her everything along the way because even though we're not fond of surprises, some things can't be explained, they have to be felt and experienced. I'd give her another hug, and tell her that it's all going to be okay. Actually, much much much better than okay.


Randi 2010. Status: Starting my first semester at college having a beautifully wonderful group of friends and family, the best life experiences from school, meeting amazing people, being involved in life changing things, having a strong testimony of the gosepl, and knowing who I am and learning to love it.