Not another fashion blog

I have been wanting to start a blog for a while, but had no idea what to do it on.  All I know is that it wouldn't be a fashion blog because 1. I have no sense of fashion 2. The web does not need another fashion blogger 3. I'm poor.

They say to blog about what you're good at.  Which for me, is limited.  My strengths are Diet Coke drinking, studying, and (like I mentioned earlier) being poor.

So here we have it.  My life (more like the process of trying to figure it out) as a poor college student.
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About the Author:

I have secretly always wanted an "about the author" written about me.  It's kind of like, "Oh hey you're reading this awesome piece of work? Here's a picture of the author by a scenic tree with their chin resting on their hand."  Followed with the picture is a list of things the author is good at.  So not only did they write an amazing book, but they run six miles every morning, have a golden doodle, and enjoy surfing.
So here is my about the author minus the scenic tree, but the chin resting on the hand is on point.










Awkward Childhood:
As a child, I had a really long awkward stage.  It lasted from birth until fifteen years old.  I learned how to brush my teeth and pluck my eyebrows and things started going up hill from there.

That's all you need to know about my awkward stage.  (You're welcome)



College:
I got accepted to Brigham Young University.  This is me reading my acceptance letter (via e-mail, upgraded from the iPod Nano to an iPhone as you can see) at Pancho's Surf Shop at Pismo Beach California.

















That's me, so happy and looking forward to my future adventures before I realized Utah snows a lot and college is hard.
Like, really hard.
But the best thing ever.
 Talk about an abusive relationship.

Nursing Program:

In college I went through a hard quarter-life crisis on whether or not I wanted to serve a mission for my church.  When I decided I wasn't going to go I felt like a loser and kind of stuck.  I was majoring in Dietetics and planning on going to med school, but that didn't feel right either.

Truth is, I wanted to do nursing in high school, but the program is SO competitive at BYU I didn't think I had a chance.

Well, I gave it a try and with a lot of prayers I got in. I love it, nothing is better than the feeling of doing what you know you are meant to do.






Dating:



Everyone probably fast forwarded my blog to get to this part because lets be honest this is the interesting stuff right?  (Hopefully you forwarded through my awkward stage, if you didn't I am sorry.)

The story of my dating experiences is for another blog post.  I have a lot of good dating stories like the one time a boy kept driving past my apartment refusing to drop me off from our date or the time a boy sent me an inappropriate text he meant to send to his roommate about certain physical features I have during dinner.

Good stuff.  Dating is a blast.

Eventually I found a guy who wasn't trying to hit a deer during a date (another story for later) and we made it to a second date. And a third.  And so on.  Now we've been dating for six months!


His name is Ryan, but I call him RJ.  We met my freshman year.  (Well actually I saw him through my window and was like, "Hallelujah for college boys!" )  We didn't date our freshman year.

Anyway, he come home from his mission and long story short we started dating for real.

He's great.  He doesn't complain when I spend all night studying.  He doesn't get mad when I mess up directions.  He BBQ's for me.



He didn't even get mad at me when he had surgery on his legs and was laying on my couch when I pretended to whip him with a dish towel...and then accidentally actually whipped him in the eye with it.

(I promise I do try to be a good girlfriend)













So that's my about the author.  I'm just a diet coke drinking, awkward stage surviving, poor nursing student with a slight lisp.