Blog?

Oh, that's right....

I have a blog.

Well, enjoy some pictures, and if you stick around, there's a hilarious story at the end.

First things first, my shameless plug. Look how fareakin adorable my niece is! Isn't she the cutest tiger you've ever seen?!

Now back to life.
All dolled up for Homecoming.
Gettin down 'n dirty in some puddin. (and when I say some, I mean alot)

USU is still how I remember it, fun and dirty. There's another part I remember too and I'm not so thrilled.. That's the cold...
I've mastered the art of blowing fire. Sacrificed some eyebrows and eyelashes, but I've done that before. They grow back... eventually. No biggie.

Oh, went campin. Good ol' Utah. This is up in the Uintahs, in the winter. WE Hiked, Polar Bear Plunged, Cooked amazing food, played in snow, and met some pretty amazing people. Amazing as in amazingly drunk hilarious rednecks. We could write a spectacular book with what we got from them.

Now time for that story.
See that kid in the picture below with the red apron, third from the left?
Well say hello to Pizza Guy.
That's what he is known by to my friends and I cause we are horrible with names.
But here's a little bit about Pizza Guy.
He's 24, lives with his parents, has worked at this exact pizza place for 5 years now and apparently can do whatever he wants and not get into trouble. How do I know this? He sat down with us in the middle of his shift and talked while we ate pizza. Awkward to say the least. But long story short he asks for my number and I reluctantly give it to him, and dash out of there.
Logan being such the small town that it was, you can guarantee I ran into him again.
One day, I was walking home from the library when I see this face in the distance. As I walk, I scatter my brain tryin to name this face. Then chills shot up my spine as I recall it. Pizza Guy.
Not wanting to get into the awkward conversation of, "Why haven't you answered my 13 calls and 2 texts?", I resourcefully think quick on my feet. In my hand was a Statesman, our school newspaper. Quickly, as we get closer to crossing paths, I pull the paper up as fast as I could and covered my face, "reading" the newspaper.
It seemed so natural, I thought I had gotten away with it.
Unfortunately that wasn't the case. Right after we pass I hear in the back,
"You mean the girl reading the newspaper upside down?"
He had pointed me out to some girl he was talking to.
I felt foolish to say the least, but I've yet to recieve a 14th call which in the end I think is for the best.

Oh how I love my life.