NEW FRIENDS

When you meet someone

nicer on accident

than you could ever be on purpose does it make you

angry

at how naturally they inspire

or does it inspire you without you knowing

and leave you

(a few hours, a few days)

better off?

-Dallas Clayton

I Love love.

So goes a song that we belt out at the end of As You Like It (running through April 2nd, at BYU come and see!)

I love love, I love being in love, I don't care what it does to me!

Seriously though. I've become obsessed with love. Even more than I've already been my whole life. I think it's because we've entered into an age of voyeurism, where I can read love stories galore on facebook and blogs, and also because I've entered into an age where many people around me are falling, quite seriously, into love. It's all around me!

I've had a few opportunities to see some full blown romances that are swiftly, if not already turning into engagements and marriages, from their first budding moments. I feel privileged to have been able to see these beautiful stories for myself, and from such a close vantage point.

I'm hungry for How We Met stories, How We Fell In Love Stories, How We Decided To Get Married stories. Starving. I simply can't get enough. If I read your blog (and I do) and you've recently gotten married, engaged or have a relationship, you can bet your bottom dollar that #1 Tomorrow, there'll be sun and #2 that I've read, pored over and borderline stalked those entries. Multiple times. eesh. Maybe this post isn't such a good idea. I look at facebook wedding picture albums over and over again.

Side note: I'm not over-eager to get married myself, at this point in my life. Don't think I'm some crazycrazy BYU marriage starved 20 year old. (if you're one of those, or were at some point, no offense!)

I just think that love and marriage is such a miracle. The fact that two flawed and imperfect human beings can get it together and commit to each other for time and all eternity is quite the divine miracle. And I love it. I love looking at each of these love stories and how they came to be. Looking at the hiccups that happened along the way, or the way it all flawlessly fell into place, or some crazy mixture of the two is incredibly exciting and interesting to me. I'm also taking religion course at school about LDS marriage and family. It's awesome. It also feeds my need twice a week. Oh gosh. This is sounding worse and worse. But I guess I just wanted to say that I love love. I really do. Also if you've posted marriage-y and love-y things on your blog THANK YOU! And Sorry that I'm such a creepy creeper!

Item: As I wrote this

My roommate just rushed in

telling us that her boyfriend told

her that he loved for for the very

first time. I swear. It's all around.

These two beautiful people are a two of my bestest best friends who are engaged to be married in June!

I was able to the their relationship from the start.

I love it. And them.

Look how gorgeous and happy they are!

The Ingenue that Roared.

Kelli O'Hara is brilliant. She is a brilliant musical theater actress. I cannot get enough of this video. This song can easily be taken to a corny place, and is often done dancing around like a loon, which I'll admit totally has its place, and can be wonderful. But she plays the opposite. She's vulnerable. She's weak. She's woozy. She's confused. She's so happy she doesn't know what to do with herself.

Best. Thing. EVER. I swear to you.

Pre-

I'm having a pre-quarter life crisis. Just when you thought a quarter life crisis was ridiculous. Really though.

I'm having serious trouble deciding if my major is what I really want to do with my life.

Do I picture myself doing this as a career?

If not, what ELSE can I picture myself doing?

Is it lazy and our of fear that I stay with what I know?

Would it be lazy and out of fear to drop it?

I've never had doubts about it before, and these are severe and came out of left field.

think.think.think.think.

A magical land

I discovered a magical land. Called Bed.

I love my bed. It's not the mot comfortable of mattresses.

And there's a very badly insulated window on the wall right next to it that runs the length of the bed. I've stuffed a sweatshirt along the bottom of it in an effort to block the icy breeze.

I can't say I've really just discovered it. I've always loved Bed. However, lately, I've wanted nothing more than to turn off my alarm in the morning, and cuddle up in my warmed-up blankets and go back to my bizarre morning dreams.

Sometimes when I realize I have to leave Bed, I weep a little weep.

Sunday, with my 12:45 church, I was able to linger. It was wonderful.

ALso, today was one of those mornings when the alarm goes off, and I had NO IDEA what it meant. Do you have those mornings? No idea what that sound is, what it means, where I am, or what I have to do. And then I realize I have to leave my cocoon, and the tears come.

I'm a champion sleeper-inner. If left alone, with no obligations, I can sleep until 3:30. However, I wouldn't recommend it. It leaves you feeling gross.

But sometimes, just sometimes, it's nice to stay in that magical land of horizontality, blankets, and no responsibilities.