"because my heart and hers are the same"

what to blog about today...

baaahhhh!

to be honest, i just want to go to the temple. or temple lights. or both. actually yes, BOTH!

AND I JUST WANT TO GO HOME.

and i never want to go back to school.

i also get slightly depressed when i have to leave my bed each morning.. it's so comfortable and nice to me. 

i may be in love with it. how worldly of me..

i've been partying too hard. i need to recoup.

good night all you beautiful people. 

12

crazy colored skittles

 we all know sundays are my favorite day of the week.

i literally count down the hours until another sunday will roll around.

 i get all kinds of nourished.

church was amazing. my ward is amazing. and my bishop? amazing.

 erica keck. this is your moment.

her and i packed down chocolate like willy wonka's chocolate factory was shutting down.

she's amazing, and probably a girlfriend i'll never ever lose.

 plus, she listens to my cheesy christan music.. that's a true friend right thur.

some of the roommies, erica, julia, and i had the saddest excuse of a christmas dinner after church.

it's the last sunday we'll all be together until 2012, and we went out in style.

a decadent meal of macaroni, tuna, hot chocolate, saltines, pretzels, and pasta covered with poison. pretty sure that alone made us the poster children for the life of starving college students.

afterwards we all snuggled up into deereys and i's twin sized beds and went into straight hibernation.

 four hours later... scotter, james, and i all wondered on over to ms. sarah crofts :)

i love this girl.

she made roast, and i'm still extremely suspicious on whether or not there was drugs in it, because it. was. delish.

we sat around listening to christmas music, sucking on candy canes, and were surrounded by beautiful people. 

before sarah leaves for california her and i are forgetting the world and getting pedicures. girl date? you bes believe it. also, i am so sorry i keep forgetting my laundry at your house sarah... but the second you stop forgetting to make me my knife i'll stop forgetting my laundry.. ;) 

jay kay! or am i? you decide.  

 i am about to be all blogged out for tonight.

keola introduced me to something amazing just barely, but right after that grant introduced me to something else equally amazing which i cannot explain at this time, because i don't break pinky promises..

i'm making them sit through bag of bones right now.

AKA the gayest stephen king movie ever created, but anytime all of us are together in apartment 332 it's a good time.

i have to finish off my mountain dew, and i have to finish off all these skittles..

mickell, where are you?

i and love and you

saturday, you worked me.

cramming 10 people into a 5 seater was just the beginning.

but! then we added a few things, liiiiikkkkeee..

strangers houses.

discovering new music and listening to it like you're a gypsy.

ultimate charades.

not having a single client at school all day.

being disgustingly thirsty.

accidentally taking a three hour nap. 

alisa passed out in the car.

yankee candles.

big macs.

cut throat mafia. plus, me killing everyone.

charley cracking her skull open.

dancing in a gym with beautiful stain glass windows with nothing illuminating the room by moonshine. (THAT was probably the most gawjuss moment i've eva described.) 

cinnamon covered pretzel bites from the mall. thank you josh.

clean rings.

clean earrings. 

jordan sparks.

and finally crawling into bed at 2:30, falling asleep like an angel. 

saturday. saturday. saturday. you're the greatest.

help your brother's boat across, and your own will reach the shore

i know i only blog about this about everytime i blog.. but i can't help myself.

my brother is amazing.

i can promise each and every one of you that i wouldn't of been enjoying these past few months as much as i am if it weren't for that man.

he couldn't come to graduation, but made up for it by taking me on a womb date afterwards.

he texted me that morning and planned out the whole thing.

the second i read the text..."where do you want to eat? pick anywhere!"

i was in.

we ended up going to p.f.changs and then to comedy sports.

i will testify that comedy sports is one of the best date spots ever.

i was with my brother and it was still the best moment of my life. those kids are hilarious, plus the place has classic rootbeer in fancy glass bottles! 

even better.

let's get gushy.

my brother is the man.

he has it all together.

multiple callings that he owns on a daily basis, a BYU attendee, a weekly temple goer, a freestyle rapper, a part time model, and an ironman.

and on top of all of that, he finds the time to fit me in :)

even if it's a hot coco run.. he's there when i need him.

he knows when i need him.

and even when i want to shut the whole world out, he still gets all up in my bidnis.

i wouldn't want to be here with anyone else.

he's the worlds greatest.

plus, he's a babe.

hurry up and come home steph. let's get it poppin!

graduation

i did it.

it didn't hit me until i was walking across the riantree parking lot towards graduation.
walking alone.. kicking myself for not telling my parents that i was graduating until the night before. 
but i did it.

hair school isn't a big deal to me whatsoever.
i mean, come on.. it's hair school.
but then i think back to all the times i defended it when people would try to talk it down.
i don't care who you are, but going to a consecutive 2,000 hours of school is kind of a big deal.
i know all of you college kids can easily miss a few days of classes and bounce back like some kind of chuck norris prodigy... but us hair girls aren't done until each and every one of those hours are earned and counted for.
surrounded by girls from all different backgrounds for 2,000 hours can be the most entertaining thing on certain days.. or the worst thing thats ever happened to you.
some days i catch myself wishing i was killing 2,000 zombies then being surrounded by girls for 2,000 hours.
do you know that we have to learn and memorize each and every bone in the human body?
i bet you have no idea what color a 7/06 is, or that you can mix a 6/06 and 8/06 to make a 7/06..
do any of you even know what you acid mantle is? or exactly how many layers of skin you have?
OR! that you can easily kill someone with a little mix of bleach, hairspray, cotton swabs, and three bobby pins?


i totally just made that last one up... but really..
it's not as easy as everyone talks up to be.
i've dedicated, well maybe not "dedicated".. but more sacrificed over a year of my life to gain an education that i can make bank off of easily in the first year.
i may of done it by the skin of my teeth, and i may or may not still have about a month and a half yet.. but..


i did it.

13

tomorrow.

 i be so tired.

so tomorrow i will blog about how glorious today was.

 

deal? deal.

15

"since u been gone"

FAILURE.

it's 1:34AM.. and i'm just now blogging.

it completely slipped my ginger mind! but i am totally wide awake right now.. so i'm going to pull the whole "i haven't gone to bed yet, so technically it's still thursday" crap.

tomorrow i'm graduating for hair school.

now pick up your jaw while i kill the shock factor on that one. not graduate graduate, i still have about 400 hours to do. but! by the time the next graduation rolls around i'll be long gone.. so it's my time! :)

kind of sad i didn't decided to tell me mama until today, because i kind of secretly wish she would be there tomorrow, but hello! it's practically mid december... if any of you know that women she's neck deep in all kinds of christmas right about now.

 she's the greatest woman in the world.. so i guess i'll have to spare sharing her for this one event.

yesterday i reread my very first blog post.

"things to be excited for in 2011" 

number one being my brother coming home from his mission.. greatest moment of my life.

number two being graduating from school.

but i'm not.

talk about disappointing.. i won't be graduating until january/februaryish.  

as i look back on why it's taken me so long though, i dont really care. it was worth every minute.

i experienced life.

life straight up owned me at times, and sometimes it was my best friend.

my sisters became my best friends, i got ditched coming back from las vegas, i met every guy in the book (good and bad), i lost who i was but found myself all over again. i ran away to san diego and had to fish my camera out of my own urine in vegas.. i learned how to cook! i got to see mason and abby each turn one year old. i experienced my first pothole devastation. (those things can annihilate any tire.) i got to see katy perry in concert. i was able to visit my best friend in good ol' rexburg.. along with my grandma. (love that women.) i experienced my first birthday away from home. i went through at least five fish. i gained a few best friends. i got one awesome sunburn. i helped welcome little baby dylan into the world. i witnessed a horse completely snap it's leg in half. (heartbreaking, i will tell you) i enjoyed many a few thunderstorms. i lived alone for three months. i discovered gmh.com. i got yet another nephew.. bryce taylor. i spent an unhealthy amount of hours at the pool. i became a beach bum with my family in oregon. i got an incredible amount of ish stolen from me. i shot my first gun and was dang good at it. i road tripped with a band full of british strangers. at one point i became a total book worm and i even rushed the BYU football field, hand in hand with my brother..

point is.. i may not be graduating exactly when i want to be, but i don't regret a single thing.

it's 2:23 now.. thankfully i took a good long nap today.. and i'm still running off of red bull.. whaaatt?

good night world.

don't forget to say your prayers ♥

16