Looking for something else to waste your time with?

Trust me I'm a college student- I know good time wasters. I have mastered my facebook, Hulu, Netflix, Pinterest, Blog-stalking to homework ratio perfectly! {muahahahaha}

But alas this week is midterms. 3 tests in 3 days. When did I start studying for them? well... not before this weekend that's for sure. One day I will be a good studious student... one day.

Anyway what this means is that I should NOT be blogging right now but I should be studying but I realize that makes it difficult for you to waste your time when I have nothing to give but old blog posts.

So here is my gift to you: More Blog Posts!!! Just not mine {you are even more welcome} so here are blog posts that I love!

Confession: I really just wanted to use this picture bahaha

Nat the Fat Rat: On Being A Queen

C. Jane: 5 Loves- start with #1 here

Mormon Feminist Housewives: Judging the Hot Mom or Childless at Church

MMM: Are French Parents Superior to American Parents? or Socks Define a Man

The Day Book: Girl Crush

All good Blogs- I would recommend checking them out!

Till we meet my friends, till we meet

people ask really interesting questions...

So today I was bored {after my 2.5 hour long nap...} and I was on my computer and decided to google something. {why do I shake when I wake up from a nap?- seriously, does anyone else have this problem?} But you know how google tries to guess what you're going to ask before you even ask it like it can read your mind or something? {bahaha I beat you this time google!} Well when I typed it "Why" this is what I got:

Have you ever wondered why manhole covers are round? I haven't before- but I do now!

So I got curious as to what other kinds of questions are asked on google. So I typed in questions words, you know, who, what, where, when, why, how and got the first 10 suggestions that came up. Some were pretty normal and some were pretty funny and then some were just weird haha.






You have to love people's curiosity.

Scientific Study: Maturity

Last night my roommate c-beer and I were talking and the topic of boys came up. {I apologize Bechdel test} C-beer told me of a conversation she recently had with her friend Nick. They had been talking about how much girls mature between the ages of 20 and 21. Basically part of Sophomore year to Junior year of college. C-beer told me of this rate of maturity Nick was describing- basically the progression of how boys and girls mature from high school to college graduation.

This is what they came up with

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You'll note that there is a major spike in boy's maturity between the ages of 19 and 21- as this is a speculation on boys at BYU it is important to realize that boys usually go on LDS missions at this point which kind of throws them into adulthood/maturity. But don't worry- they go right back to being 21 year old boys pretty quickly after they get back.

You'll also notice that girls tend to mature at a more rapid rate between the ages of 19 and 21 as well. LDS missions for girls are not until the girl turns 21 so while all the guys from freshman year leave for two years the girls are left behind to deal with all the boys in their grade who are two years older than them. I'll break it down.

Freshman year: Boys 18 / Girls 18
Sophomore year: Boys 21 / Girls 19
Junior year: Boys 22 / Girls 20
Senior year: Boys 23 / Girls 21
2nd Senior year: Boys 23-... / Girls 22-...

Girls are almost forced into a rapid maturation to deal with the new pool of boys to socialize with and date. It's almost like being thrown into a pool of man-eating {or woman-eating} sharks and not knowing how to swim. The little floaties your freshman bishop gave you aren't quite enough to keep you from sinking.
It's really quite fun- trust me {...sarcasm, don't trust me- it was a joke}
But that in my personal opinion is why girls do mature so much between 19-21

What was my contribution to the conversation on boys? It is best described in song. Enjoy!

**not actually a scientific study... complete speculation/bias. all that jazz
Also idea completely came from C-beer's friend Nick Nickslastname

A Personal History- Valentines Day 3

Sorry I'm a bit behind on this little series but here is the story of my 3rd real valentines day.

Sophomore year of college, living in King Henry {it was just a phase}. The weekend before Valentines day my roommate Taalin and I just spent the morning/early afternoon together. We went to Target and found this wonderful little place called Pizza Pie Cafe Express. It's basically Pizza Pie Cafe but to go and super cheap. We got 5 dollar pizza and a cheese bread and cinnamon bread and had a little picnic on our living room floor. It was so delicious and cheap, yum. I ended up getting a valentines day package from my mom that day which included lots and lots of candy and a letter from Dan. Best mail day ever.

The Elders Quorum even decided to buy all the girls in the ward flowers

{still the best idea I think I have ever heard- everyone should get flowers on Valentines Day}

The Monday of Valentines Day our ward had been invited to a dance. I ended up going with my roommate and some guy friends from my ward. The dance was actually really fun until they started playing this dating game activity. It was like mystery date where you'd have one boy and three girls and questions and all that jazz. It was painfully long and awkward and the speakers weren't working and we were all ready to dance again. {No need to have another reminder of how single we were and how desperate our bishops were to marry us off} They ended up doing 4 rounds (2 boys and 2 girls) and on the last one they were calling up thelast three girls and I hear "Katie Robison" faintly over the speaker. I about died. Out of the hundreds of girls names in that bowl of course my name was chosen. I walked up to the stage {none too thrilled might I add} and took my proper place as "contestant #3" {or #1, no one really knew} Because the speakers hadn't been working properly the entire time it was impossible for anyone to hear including the people on the stage. So after answering questions like "what is your best Halloween costume?" and "what's your best pick up line?" and no one being able to understand it was basically put up to a vote from the audience. AKA dudes, tell me which girl is hottest. So awkward {the feminist inside me was slightly raging at this point} In the end the lucky man on the other side of the curtain declared he had rightfully picked for what I'm sure his bishop had hoped to be his eternal companion: "contestant #3". Yes ladies and gentlemen, I was the prize date {I should put that on my resume... 'prize date for 28 year old single Belmont dude'} Our joint prize? a 25 dollar gift card to Red Robin. After awkwardly meeting for the first time on stage in front of our peers we went off to the side to exchange numbers so that he could call me and we could potentially fall in love and graduate from our respective singles wards.

Epilogue:

How did the date go you ask? Well turns out homeboy belmont {no I don't remember his name- should give you a clue as to how it went} didn't end up calling me until the first week of March {a month later if you were wondering}. We went out on a fabulous Thursday night date to an almost empty Red Robin. We ate burgers and talked {though he actually was never facing me during the date... awkward}. We successfully spent the $25 on burgers and a sundae for two {well it was more like for 10 but you know}. He dropped me back off at my apartment and we went our separate ways never to hear from each other again.

Mystery Letter

So today we as a house received a mystery letter. When this happens we usually let it sit on our counter with the rest of the mail and just wait for it to get up and walk to it's intended owner instead of us actually doing something about it. But we noticed today that this letter was a little different. It was in this super cool envelope {do you say Eh-nvelope or Ah-nvelope?} and was from the Domincan Republic so we assumed it was from a missionary. Two of us having a current or former missionary felt for the intended recipient of this letter- what a tragedy to not receive a letter from a dear friend from abroad. Well upon further investigation {seriously it took us until 9:00 to realize this- the mail gets here at noon} we realized that it was from 1993 ummm... that was almost 20 years ago! I don't even have memories from that year! So in my immediate curiosity {well actually my friends immediate curiosity} I/we facebook stalked the recipient of the letter and it turned out that a good family friend of mine was a mutual friend {gotta love modern technology}. So of course I messaged this mutual friend and told her the story and asked if she could contact this woman and find out if this letter was actually intended for her.

I'm not really sure what I expected. I thought that at best in a week I'd find out that this woman was in fact the recipient and then I'd mail it to her and then nothing else... Or something along those lines. Well I actually heard back from the mutual friend tonight! Turns out she was a roommate of the recipient and just called her and she did live in the same house that I'm living in now! The woman that sent her the letter was a woman she taught on her mission and got baptized. She lives close to Provo now and I got her number and will be able to get her the letter soon.

Seriously, what are the chances that a letter gets lost for 20 years and once it is finally sent there is someone in the house {that has probably had over a hundred residents since 1993} there is someone that has a connection to the intended recipient. I'm telling you I have a good feeling about this letter-it's important and has it's own purposes of this delay. I can't wait to figure out what it is/if it does.

To be continued...

The problem with being 20 and single...

I am fortunate enough to have a very close knit extended family. Tonight at family dinner (at grandpa/uncle Bob's) we had my aunt and uncle and their two kids; two of my second-cousins-once-removed and their wives (second-cousin-once-removed-in-law?); my first-cousin-once-removed and wife (first-cousin-once-removed-in-law?); and my second cousin (no wife). My second cousin is only a few years older than me and we look nothing alike- why would we?

So I'm eating at a table with my s-c-o-r and my s-c-o-r-i-l and my grandma and we start talking. Some how my adventures in Jerusalem come up but then the conversation dies down and during a pause one of my s-c-o-r's asks "so is he {referring to my second cousin} from the Jerusalem program?"...

**insert awkward pause here**

So the only way to respond of course is "Oh, Chad- no. He's my cousin. You're related to him too". Honest mistake- the only two single people over the age of 20 at a family dinner where we haven't seen everyone (or met everyone) in over 6 months- it was bound to happen. No harm, no foul- just a funny story.

tee hee hee, ho ho ho, ha ha ha, snort

Of course then the conversation led to "so are you still writing that missionary?"

Happy February!

ps: in case you missed it, the problem with being 20 and single (and really one of few problems) is that your second-cousins-once-removed think you're dating your single second cousin... which I guess technically is legal...