Chocolate Chip Cookies: The Key to the Heart

My roommate and I have made the best possible discovery about college-- better than Creamery ice cream, better than Cosmo, and even better than football games.  We discovered that chocolate chip cookies are the key to any boy's heart. 
This weekend Amy and I decided to make chocolate chip cookies before the football game (which we easily won against Weber State).  We made them and put them on plates to take to people on Sunday night.  Sunday night rolled around and we made a list of the cute boys we wanted to take cookies to.  Foremost on that list was an awesome guy named Ben that I met at the beginning of summer before moving to Oklahoma, and his roommate, also named Ben, who Amy has a huge crush on.  (Convenient that the guy that Amy has a crush on is rooming with a guy that I am already friends with, right?) We wandered across the street to their apartment around 7 that night, knocked on their door, and gave them the cookies.  They were very happy to have them, of course.  I think they instantly fell in love. :) Then we talked, and talked, and talked.    We ended up hanging out with them at their apartment until midnight.  It was so much fun to get to know them.  They are super cute, and it doesn't hurt that Ben #2 is on the BYU football team.   I think our plan was successful.
Since we hung out with the Bens for so long on Sunday, we didn't get around to taking cookies to the other cute boys on our list. So on Monday night we decided to deliver the rest of them.  This time we started with the guys that we weren't such good friends with, so we could make it to all of the different apartments that we wanted to take cookies too.  In the final apartment that we went to lived a cute guy that Amy met last weekend. We also got to meet his awesome roommates, and we hung out until after 1.  It was tons of fun, even though I had class the next morning at 8. 
College is the greatest thing ever, especially when you know that chocolate chip cookies are the key to a boy's heart.

BYU is the Place to Be!

I have officially finished my first week of college, and have loved every second of it.  There is so much to do and see and learn and ways to get involved.  AND  not to mention the multitude of highly attractive men. I don't think it should be legal for there to be this many super cute guys in the same place at the same time. BYU is the place to be! Plus, I am completely in love with all of my classes--even my biology class. (I am usually allergic to science.) Before starting school, I had heard horror stories about the intense loads of homework and insanely hard things to learn for college classes.  Granted I have only been in college for a week, but all of the homework I have had to do, and all of the things I have had to read have been surprisingly interesting. This is very different from the busy work that monopolized my life during high school. Hallelujah! At BYU there is always something to do and someone to meet.  My days have been filled with classes and social activities.  In our free time at my apartment complex we play volleyball.  There is always a game going on, and it is a fantastic way to make friends and meet new people. And it never hurts that our football team completely demolished Washington State on Thursday in our first game of the season. Go Cougs! All in all, I am having the time of my life in college. I am so happy to be here, and can't wait to see what is in store for me during my next four years as a cougar. BYU is the place to be!  

From the Stix of Oklahoma to P-Town

Well I haven't posted in a while, but it's late on a Sunday night and my roommates are gone for the weekend, so I have the apartment to myself and I thought it would be a fantastic time to update my blog.
Living in Oklahoma was quite an exciting adventure, but August 21st came-- ending my summer romance and life at home--and I flew back to Utah to go to BYU.  I was thrilled for the new adventure, but sad to leave my family, friends, cat, and pool.  My family dropped me off at the Oklahoma City airport on a Tuesday afternoon. I only shed a couple tears, which was impressive. I found my way to the gate and waited for a while.  The time when we were supposed to board the airplane came, and there was still no one at the front desk of our gate.  Then, an older man said that he heard that our plane was delayed for two hours. I sincerely hoped he was mistaken.  (Unfortunately, I soon found out that if he had been correct, my life would have been much easier than it turned out to be that day.)  A few minutes passed and an attendant finally announced that our plane had engine problems, and was being fixed.  They had no idea when it would arrive in Oklahoma.  I had a connecting flight in Denver that I would likely miss, so I ended up waiting in an eternally long line to get my flights adjusted.  Long story short, my flight from Oklahoma to Denver which was originally supposed to leave at 1:00 PM didn't leave until 6:00 PM. I was supposed to arrive in Provo, Utah at 7:30 that night, but instead landed in Salt Lake at 11:00.  It was a fiasco, but I thought it was hilarious.  It would have been so dull if everything would have gone as planned.   I eventually made it to Utah, and my roommate was conveniently in Salt Lake that night to see Wicked, so she was able to pick me up from the airport without much trouble. I don't know how I survived without her over the summer. It is great to be with my "left leg" again.