Failure = A Way to Find Success

I think I failed my biology test today.
Its okay though, I am only freaking out a little. I'm afraid that I am not freaking out enough though. That is scary.
Sometimes I hate people who learn really easily. But then again, when it is something that I want to learn about I learn it super easy. Example: Nutrition. I love that class. Like legit love that class. Plus I am so damn good at it too. I get the answers right almost always. Its the one class that I work hard at because I love it and want to succeed.
I want to learn how to do that with all of my classes. Not just Nutrition.

10 Things I am Grateful For:
1. Change.
2. My mom.
3. Unpredictable situations.
4. New people.
5. Old friends.
6. Failed tests.
7. Aced tests.
8. Music that makes me dance.
9. Three classes that I have to go to.
10. Tuesdays.

Love you all!

Method to the Madness

It is interesting to see how many times I learn this lesson.

Just put in the work, and it will get easier.

Just go do my homework, its not that bad and wont take that long.

Just clock in and don't you dare think of running away.

Just one more mile! Just one more mile!

Just two more minutes with the boys, I will not regret it.

Just 15 more minutes of reading, I need to hear the gospel word.

Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming, swimming, swimming!

And sooner or later the agony does end, and the pain subsides, and the joy begins!

I have learned that I am a certain human that more often than not moves away from pain instead of moving towards pleasure. This can be seen in a bunch of aspects from my life.

Bright shining example - homework: I will do the easiest, most painless pathway to get the job done. But when I do that, I sometimes miss out on the things that I really needed to dive in and get my hands dirty with. Does that make sense?

I feel like I have been saying that a lot: Does that make sense?

I have a hard time iterating what I want to say, but when it comes to the written word, I can get it all out there and make sure that I have all my ducks in a row.

That is why I sometimes like texting better than talking. I am a visual person and when I can see what I have written, it makes it easier for me to talk. But when my mouth opens, I better rethink what I am about to say or else I just get tongue tied and confusing.

But I love to talk.

I just have to get better at it!

Instead of last minute thoughts, I have decided to change the last little segment of this blog to -

The Top Ten Things I am Grateful For:

1. My roommate Lilly, who always knows what to say.

2. Yoga pants.

3. My great car that is going to be taking me home this weekend.

4. Heavenly Father - He really knows what he is doing.

5. Friends that care.

6. The opportunity to meet new people.

7. Stereotypes.

8. People that break stereotypes.

9. Honey Bunches of Oats.

10. My cell phone.

Love you all!

Andie;)

Funny Little Thing Called Fickle

Yeah, that's what I am.
I cant believe that I have moved on from the previous mentioned boy already, but I have. Scary how fast that works.
I cant really tell you why or how, but I just kinda happened, and here we are now.
The more I learn about college, the more I realize that people don't follow schedules. Everyone is off doing something without any consideration of anyone else's schedule. Sometimes its a good thing, and then sometimes it makes me so mad I could punch a nun.
I have also learned that these people around me have never heard the phrase 'punch a nun' and they really think its funny.
So, here I am, without the slightest chance of getting together with the guy I wanted and surprisingly I am ecstatic about it.
Anyways, there is my update.
I am so fickle. I really shouldn't date almost missionaries. I would not be able to wait for them.

love,
Andie;)

~~It Hit Me Like a 500 pound Lady~~

Isn't it funny how life has a way of making you eat your own words?

If anyone really knows me, they know that I love boys who are at least 6'2''. Basketball is my favorite sport. I had a crush on my next door neighbor - who is married and has two kids - because he is 1) a bball player at, I think, 6'7'' and 2) an amazing person.

All of my highschool heart throbs were above 6'4'', the tallest being 6'6''. I just love the tall guys.

So who am I just falling for hard? oh just some guy who is - I think - shorter that me. To protect my dignity and his, I wont name names, but let me tell you: he is an amazing person. I will be so jealous of his future wife.

Can I just say how absolutely amazing college is?

I just love love LOVE this:)

Sure the homework is killer, and I am almost positive I might lose my scholarship, but seriously: its all good!

I love having 5 boy neighbors who come over without calling or even asking. I love how they just walk in. I. Love. It.

I love how much my roommate and I are alike.

I love how I can get whatever I want at the grocery store and not have to worry about little munchkins getting into it:)

I love not having a curfew - even though I impose one on myself just because its safer for me like that.

I love being able to call myself a college student.

I love having guys who are off their missions already around all the time.

I love how I get to meet all these new people and not have any prejudices or predisposed opinions on them or them having those same thoughts against me.

I love how I can tell people what I really think and not be seen as outrageous or scary or intimiading, because others will stand up for what they believe in and debate with me about it.

I love when class is cancelled:)

I bascially love everything about this little town except the no shopping and the massive homework.

Now I have to go to bed because I am gettin up in the morning to go to work and earn my money.

Love you all!

Andie:)

P.S. Thanks for reading, even if you dont leave a comment - it makes me feel loved!

I Don't Know How To Say This, But...

So the student body president of SUU was in my apartment till 12 last night. I know, crazy hu? With two other guys and they all played the guitar and ukulele singing to my roommates. I don’t know how to take it.

One of my roommates says she is in love with a missionary and then does this sliding down the banister thing for the guys.

Another one of my roommates explicitly says she doesn’t want a boyfriend and yet attracts them like mosquitoes in Cache Valley.

The other one of my roommates wants a boyfriend so bad that the first RM she meets is suddenly the one – and the guy she was with at home gets dropped (after he drives all the way down from Riverton to spend time with her) like a leaking sack of trash.

So the roommates that are left are Lilly and I.

Lilly has a boy that is so great and she really does like him while I am kinda thinking that SUU is not the place that I will be meeting my future husband. Which just sucks because that means that the next four, possibly five, years will be really REALLY boring.

I’m having doubts about if I am supposed to get married at all.

I think I send out vibes of ‘beyotch’ to the guys and that turns them off.

Lilly is the best wingman out there.

I miss my family like crazy, and I am worried that I won’t get the time off that I need from work to go see them over the holidays.

I need a new job.

On the bright side, I have lost about 7 lbs being Lilly’s roommate. She is the healthiest person ever. And I have gotten up and gone to the gym almost every single day since I have moved down here. All thanks to Lilly. I really love this girl and it really was an act of God that brought us in the same house. I am so glad that it turned out this way.

I don’t know how I am supposed to do this: be flirty. I want the guys around me to know who I am already and to actually like the person inside. I want the whole ‘first impression’ thing out of the way.

“Hi, my name is Andie, spelled with an ‘ie’ not a ‘y’. I love comedies and will laugh at almost anything. I love to dance crazy, and have almost no insecurities when it comes to what I say. I have no filter and will probably embarrass you if you’re a person who actually gets embarrassed at what people say. I am independent and yet will be one of the most attentive people you have ever met. I will always text you back. I will try my damndest to help you in anyway if I make that ‘loyalty’ connection with you. I want someone to care deeply about but if they don’t care back I will sever that feeling and will do my best to avoid you like the plague. I am severely awkward when it comes to guys that I am attracted to. I am deathly afraid of being wrong and seen as stupid. I love to sing and will do it in front of anyone. To know me is to love me.”

Why can’t people just see that before they meet me and then proceed to be my friend?

Life is hard.

Love,

Andie;)