So now my blog counts for class credit.

Talk about making my dreams come true....

Now I just have to be on a dance team my senior year of college. 

THEN life would really be complete.

For me, at least.

Honestly though...

I don't care if I dance in the kitchen, or on a stage.

I just really want to dance.

The best kind of summer nights.

Yesterday the roommate kept looking at me and saying, "today was such a good day"

yes, yes it was.
It was our last day of summer and it was happy.
I crafted and exercised and rode my bike.
I got asked on a date for next week.
I went to a dessert party with some of my favorite people,
then a birthday party with some others.
Some boys were serenading the birthday crew from the piano,
and I sat by the window and listened.
Suddenly I smelled it.

It was raining. Hard.

When we all got home the lightning and thunder were still rolling.
Roommate 2 and I wanted to go watch and listen,
so we went to the courtyard and sat on the roof of the clubhouse.
We talked and laughed a little and got wet.
An old friend came outside so I went to the puddle that was our sidewalk and talked.
The roommates went inside, only to come out again shortly.
Then the splashing of water commenced.
Then the sliding across the puddle Elvis style.
There were people on the second floor balcony that probably thought we were crazy.
We didn't care. Nope, not even a little bit.
We giggled and squealed so much that we had to be told to simmer down.
We always seem to need that reminder.
We couldn't have been more wet if we had jumped into  our pool with our clothes on.
And we couldn't have been more happy for almost anything.

So, some of us aren't dancers.
And some of us aren't singers.

But whatever you do, smile in the rain.

Well, I obviously haven't been around for the past....week?

I've been in Provo for a week. a full week.
but have I had time enough to do anything more than unpack a meager fraction of my things?
no.

Explanation:

I got here and went on a leadership training retreat.

 and rode the alpine slide in Park City.
it apparently is impossible to rip those puppies off the track.
so, naturally, I tried.
great fun, great fun.

 and we might have driven a little too fast on dirt roads.

Theeeeennnnn...... I went to camp!
Foundations of Leadership is a camp I went to as an incoming freshman at BYU.
I thought it was great, and decided to do it again last year.
and again this year.
I got to help freshman catch the BYU lovebug [[doesn't take a ton of convincing]]
all the while living on cafeteria food :)

and now I'm back in Provo for real, and my schedule is starting to normalize.
aka. I'm back to cupcakes&soda dates with jess.
lovin it.

I'll try and stay around :)

Consistency is hard when life comes around.

Hi, life.

I'm on sabbatical.

By sabbatical I mean working really hard.

Just not in the area of blogging.

Be back soon.

A kiss for luck.

the funny ways life works.

let me lead you through this little series of events that have happened in my life lately.
by lately, I mean in the last six months.
one time, I had my life planned out.
I was running for BYUSA office.
and was applying for the business school.
and when you make plans you are supposed to think positive right?
So, when I lost the election and got put on a waiting list for the business school....
my life felt a little bit in shambles.
but then someone I met during campaign week gave me a call last week.
and offered me a really incredible opportunity.
and I took it.

and I got into the business school.
and I took that too.

and I learned the lessons He was trying to teach me.
that things always work out, and He makes it so.
and patience. ohhhhh, the art of patience.

then I showed up for our first board meeting and leadership training.
And forgot my mascara. on my left eye.
and accidentally forgot to spit out my chewing gum.

and thought....
here we go.

Provo, here I come.

back to temples so close.

and cupcake dates.

and post-intramural ice cream.

and Brick Oven pizza.

and the dollar theater.

late night adventures. 

and last but not least.....ROOMMATES!

Getting excited :)

my summer story told in iphone photos: no words necessary

oh yeah, that too...

So maybe you go to New York for the food too..
There are more restaurants than you could ever possibly try.

Every street has it's own new set of palatable choices.

and everyone you meet has a new favorite that you just have to try if at all possible

We got in our fair share of food while we were there.

From bakeries and corner bagel shops to pizza under the Brooklyn Bridge to frozen hot chocolate.

We experienced as much as our little [maybe no longer so little] stomachs would allow.

And I just realized everything except the crepe [which is pictured surrounded by sweets] is a dessert.

don't judge.

"A beautiful catastrophe"

You don't go to New York for the smells or the kindness of the people.

Somehow there is an abundance of smells you would rather not have invade your nose,

and store workers snicker at you and mutter under their breath about the need for dresscodes...

You go to New York for this.

"A hundred times have I thought New York is a catastrophe, and fifty times : It is a beautiful catastrophe." 

Le Corbusier