Everybody has to see it at least once.

              Over the holiday break I did something that I have never done before.  I went to the movie theatre twice in three days.  It isn’t that I don’t like movies; I just don’t like movie theaters.  There is something about having to sit in a confined chair that I can’t sprawl out in and having to deal with random strangers stealing my arm rest and feeling like everyone is annoyed with you when you sneeze or cough.  Still, somehow Mom and Judd convinced me to see Lincoln (which I loved) and Breaking Dawn Part 2 (which I didn’t).

                Although I enjoy the books, I don’t really consider myself a Twilight fan.  But I got sick with a cold right before Thanksgiving break and found that Twilight was my go-to book in the house to read while I lay in bed.  I probably like to read them while I am sick because they are easy to get lost in.  Judd must feel the same way because when he got my cold, I walked into our bedroom and found him reading Twilight under the covers.  If you ask him about it now, he will probably deny it.

                One thing I love about holiday breaks is getting to sit around with good food and watch movies.  I did want to see Breaking Dawn Part 2 eventually but I hadn’t seen the first one yet.  Saturday night we couldn’t find LOTR so we decided to watch Breaking Dawn Part 1.  Okay.  Most awkward movie ever to watch with your parents.  Especially your dad.  Especially when Bella and Edward start doing the naughty.  They don’t show anything, but it is still uncomfortable. 

                Eventually the movie ended and we looked at the time and saw that it was only 10pm.  Now I am totally okay with going to bed at 10pm on a Saturday night, but my mother isn’t.  She decided to get online and see if SLC had any showings of Breaking Dawn Part 2.  Sure enough there was a 10:40pm showing so we drove down to see it.

                ***SPOILER ALERT***  If you have not seen Breaking Dawn Part 2 yet and you would like to see it then don’t read any further.  I don’t want to ruin it for you. 

                The movie was going fine and I was okay with everything on the screen until the final fight scene.  Especially when the heads started popping off.  Once I saw Carlisle’s head detached from his body, my stomach did a flip flop.  And it didn’t get any better.  Head after head after head.  I about lost my stomach.  But literally though.  In the middle of the movie theater I put my head in between my knees to keep from bringing back up all the popcorn I was eating.  Thank goodness Judd saw what was happening and handed me the popcorn bucket in case I couldn’t make it to the bathroom.  Mom was just laughing at me… and all the flying heads.  Apparently it didn’t bother them like it bothered me.  I have to admit that I was relieved when it ended and saw that it was all just a vision.  Even so, I don’t think I will be watching that movie again anytime soon.  Yuck.  Flying heads is the worst.

Why I don't have a major.

College is hard.   I can’t believe I woke up this morning thinking, “I still don’t have a major.”  It isn’t that I haven’t picked one out.  I have.  About 5 times.  First semester was easy: double major in dance and political science.  But I couldn’t help but think that a dancing politician really wouldn’t be that needed.  So the next semester I became more practical.  How about sociology?  I mean what isn’t fascinating about women studies and learning why Siegfried Freud made leaps and bounds in his field.  But I couldn’t shake all of the strange feminist ideas that were being thrown at me so I figured to become more professional.  Third semester: business degree anyone?  Psh.  That was a joke.  I got a C- in Accounting 200 and have never been so proud of myself.  So I decided to go easy on myself; I would stay professional but still have a good business-like degree: advertising.  I spent one semester prepping myself for the program and suddenly realized that I am not crazy enough to come up with stuff like the Dollar Shave Club commercial.  So here I am in my fifth semester of college finally leaning towards Public Relations.  PR is great.  I get to work with businesses but I don’t have to be the guy who shows up to work every day wearing shorts in winter and coming up with great ideas while playing ping-pong.  I can do PR…I think.  I just have to apply for the major now.  And I am running out of options because I am coming to close to 75 credits and at BYU, after 75 credits a major change is hard.  After all, the only reason to go to BYU is to get married.  Administrators don’t actually care if you get a degree.  That is why rumor has it that they kick you out after seven years.  I’m not worried though.  I did my duty to BYU and found myself a good-looking husband.  Now I can just become a house wife and depend on him for all my needs.

                Joke.  The thing is I really want a major.  I feel self conscious when Facebook asks me what I am studying at BYU and I don’t have an answer for it.  I think that it would be cool to say I am studying (fill in the blank) and have everyone be jealous of me.  But that isn’t the case.  I had to sit down and think to myself why I don’t have a major and I realized one thing.  I am going to do exactly what my generation does.  I am blaming society for me not having a major.

                You see, I grew up hearing that I could do anything!  My teachers and others always gave “constructive criticism” and told me not to give up.  Don’t get me wrong, I am so glad that I was never put down as a kid, but in some ways did it hinder me?  Suddenly I can’t figure out what I want to be when I grow up because I was always told that I could do anything I wanted.  So I took what society was telling me and I dreamt about being a scientist, engineer, English teacher, President of the United States.  It didn’t matter if they were or were not practical because I had no limits!  Unfortunately, now I am a junior in college with no major and no plan.  Oh well.  At least I have my dog.

Ketchup? No, catch-up.

I realized that I haven’t written a blog post in a while.  My first thought was that it must be that I don’t have much to say/update.  Then I realized that was far from the truth.  I always have a ton to say.  Judd isn’t even sure he can remember a time when I didn’t have a ton to say.  I guess I have just kind of got to that time when you are in the middle of school and suddenly you get into a schedule (mine is usually school, dance, pinterest/facebook, bed) and you think that you don’t have time for anything else.  But it would be so selfish of me to not make better use of time and express some gratitude.  Yes, I know that it is November and I am not just doing it because of Thanksgiving.  If anything, I am doing this because my birthday is in 10 days and I want everyone to remember.  Joke.  But really though.  My birthday is my favorite holiday.  Anyway, back to the whole sentimental, grateful stuff….  I was able to see my sister Shelby for the first time in over a year.  I didn’t realize how much I missed her until I saw her again.  Growing up it was the family joke that I had four moms instead of one.  That is what happens when you have three older sisters.  Either way, I love them all so much and am so blessed that they are in my life.  I mean, who else would have taught me “light as a feather, stiff as a board,” or how to spell Adidas?  I am a lucky one that is for sure. 

I also couldn’t help but be grateful for my hot husband.  And by hot I mean wonderful and amazing.  Guess who takes Nixon out to go potty when it is freezing outside?  Judd.  And guess who does the dishes when I don’t want to?  Judd.  And guess who lets me buy a box of grasshoppers when I really shouldn’t?  Judd.  All of that and a great personality. 

So even though school seems a little daunting right now I know that I am beyond blessed and I am grateful for that every day.  Hopefully I will do better in updating everyone about me life!