if i may say so myself...

I think these pictures make me look pretty dang sexy.

You know the question "Which decade do you wish you grew up in?" Well, I never have an answer to that, so I'm going to have a vote on which picture makes me look the sexiest, and the decade associated with the picture that gets the most votes will then be my favorite decade. Forever.
12
34
56
78
910
1112

Happy voting.

easily entertained

Does anyone else think this is hilarious?

Whenever I see these driving on the road I crack up.
I mean, it's a semi-truck without the truck.
Doesn't that make it a semi-semi-truck? Hmm....
It just looks so lonely & sad all by itself.
And also really funny.

the story of the pledge pin

I never knew something so small could cause large amounts of stress and anxiety, but alas, that it what this little object does. Let me explain why.

Recently I decided that I wasn't accomplishing enough in my life, and I decided that I wanted to branch out and make a group of friends that actually did stuff. While at camp I had heard about coed fraternities, so I thought about checking it out at ASU. Well, one day as I was walking from my class at the Business school I saw little tables set up with Greek letters plastered everywhere. I decided to walk over to take a peek, and the next thing I knew I was invited to a dinner for a coed business fraternity.

At first I thought joining the fraternity would be way more than I could handle, but I decided to check it out anyway. So going against all laws of nature, I went to the dinner (by myself), which was formal (let me reiterate, I was by myself), and met the active members. After hearing more about it, I thought it could actually be really fun and decided to apply. (Some of the things they do are plan 4 types of events as a pledge class.)

So, one thing led to another, and before I knew it I was a pledge for Delta Sigma Pi. This is where the pin comes in. We each got a little pin and were told the rules--one of which being that we must wear it at all times. If we are caught without it, then it's an infraction. Two infractions and that's bad. Three, and that's REALLY bad. So what do I do? I lose the pin on the first day that we have to wear it. No, let me rephrase that. The pin decided to unclasp and remove itself from my shirt during the most inopportune time so that I could not find it once I realized that it was gone.

So ya. It's gone. You'd think that this is the stress and anxiety that I spoke of earlier, right? Wrong. I was surprisingly calm and unfreaked out when I called the president of pledge education to tell him I that needed a new one, and I was able to get it the next day. This is a huge deal considering I'm the queen of being terrified of messing up and letting others down. Maybe it means I'm growing up. Anyway.

The stress and anxiety comes from the fact that I can't lose this new pin. If I do then that's two infractions, which is BAD. So I have a dilemma here. I want to keep the darn pin in my safe for the nine weeks so that no one can touch it and it won't get lost, but I have to keep it on me at all times. But if I keep it on me, then I just know that it will somehow lose itself again. So for the next nine weeks I will be constantly thinking about this little pin, wondering where it is and hoping that it hasn't found freedom.

So now you know the story of the pledge pin.

into the triple digits now

I finally hit the 100th post. It took me exactly 1 year, 2 months, & 2 weeks to get here. I have to say, I feel pretty proud. I know that my wildly exciting blog has been the highlight of your day for the past year, two months, and two weeks, and that this milestone is just as exciting for you. So to celebrate I wanted to do something as wild and exciting as my blog. I wanted to do something drastic. Something crazy. So then I got to thinking.

At first I wanted to make a cake with 100 candles

But then I figured the cake would get all waxy & I'd burn my fingers.

So then I decided to eat 100 cookies

But then I realized I already did that this weekend and doing it twice would just be pushin it.

So then I decided to buy 100 balloons and do a big balloon release

But then I realized my car is too small to hold 100 balloons.

So then I decided to do 100 cartwheels

But then I realized that I get dizzy easily, and I don't want to risk bumping my head on something. I only have one and I want to make it last.

So then I was going to list 100 things about me that are cool,

but then I realized I have homework to do and can't waste anymore time on this darn blog.

So there you have it. My 100th post.

precious preciousness

I have an obsession with little baby animals, so I went on the amazingness that is youtube and found this video. If it doesn't make your heart just warm & fuzzy then I don't know what would. The song, the animals, it's just perfect. (p.s. the video uses the wrong their, but don't let that ruin it for you like it almost did for me.)


And I couldn't just have one video so here are two more that make me just die with happiness inside.



So, ya I've already come to the conclusion that I'm gonna have to own a zoo someday.


p.s. number 2: I'm terrified of wind and I'm pretty sure there's like a tornado outside. Or hurricane. Some sort of storm with lots of wind. Oh gosh. I hope I make it out alive.

i hate dating.

And boys.
And boys that ask me on dates because they don't get the hint that I'm SO not interested.
And the fact that I can't say no to these boys that ask me on these dates that I hate.
Ugh.

Too bad I wasn't born into a culture with arranged marriages. That would've been perfect for me.

Just kidding. Maybe.

Anyway, back to dating and the hatred I have for it.
This is how it makes me feel:


I've come to realize that dates are like sardines: you either love em or you hate em, and if you hate them then you do whatever you can to stay away from them because they make you want to vomit. Sure, it may seem like a good idea to try them out because "everyone else is doing it", but then once you're done you're left feeling the sickness and regret.

This is why I'm most likely going to stay single for the rest of my life.
You may think I'm over-reacting and that I still have years to find a lover, but I'm starting to really think I'm right. Here's why:

Exhibit A: Cute boy comes up to talk to Amy

Cute boy: Hey, how are you?! (In sexy happy voice)
Amy: Uhh...(thinks to self: shoot! What do I say?? What do I say?? Say something cute & flirty! Wait, what if he thinks I'm trying too hard, oh no, oh no) uhh...fine. How are you? (In quiet, unsexy voice)
Cute boy: Good!
*Awkward silence*
Cute boy: Ok, well...bye
Cute boy walks away. Opportunity: dismissed.

Exhibit B: Not so cute boy walks up to Amy

Not so cute boy: So, um, hey Amy! So I was wondering, maybe would you wanna do something sometime?
Amy: (thinks to self: aw crap, why didn't I walk the other way to my car?? I totally could've avoided this.) Oh, sure!
Not so cute boy: How about this Saturday??
Amy: (thinks to self: dangit, I'm not doing anything Saturday) Umm....I'm not sure because I'm really busy this week and I don't know how much time I'll have open
Not so cute boy: Oh, ok.....how about we plan on it and if you can't make it let me know?
Amy: (thinks to self: ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) Ya, sounds good
Not so cute boy: Ok, see ya Saturday!

Here's what's wrong with the two situations. In exhibit A I have the opportunity to make a date happen with a cute boy. However, because I'm LAME I don't know how to talk to cute boys, so I mess it up. And if I somehow end up on a date with a cute boy, then I don't know what to say because I'm dumb. Therefore, the date is not fun because I'm too worried the whole time.

In exhibit B I really don't want to go on the date, but once again I'm LAME and don't know how to say no, so yet again I'm stuck going on a date that is not fun. Do you see my dilemma here now??

My solution is simple: Guys, if I never EVER initiate conversation with you and I somehow find my way out of hanging out with you more than once, then just give it up. It'll be better for both of us if you just move on. However, if I do speak to you, then ask me to hang out. Really! Do it! Don't be afraid. It's really only rare that I wouldn't wanna hang out with you. As long as you look normal and have a fun personality. But don't even mention the word date. Let it be a date in your mind, whatever, but as long as I think it's hanging out then I'm ok. And let me open my own doors. That stuff is just unnecessary. I know you're trying to be sweet & everything, but wait until we're actually dating to do that.

I hope I don't come across as the B word. I'm really not. I just have strong opinions about dating.

Ok. That's all.

I'm an aunt!!!

My sister had her baby!

I go home in 3 days!

I will also be in need of a job, so if you have any ideas please let me know.