Ben & Jerry's

It's 11:45 on a Friday morning, and I pretty much just rolled out of bed. I can't remember the last time I slept in. Oh how I love the end of the semester.

I wanted to go for a run right now, but my iPod is dead, so I refused. Is that sad? So currently, I am charging my iPod on my laptop hoping that I'll still have time to run and shower before work.

So I'm trying something that some would call crazy. I'm not going to check my facebook for a week. I know, I know, scary huh?
Well, I've been spending way too much of my free time on that stupid website. I know it's great to talk with friends online, but man, I could be doing so much more with my free time. So we'll see how this week goes.

Last night I got off work pretty late and drove straight to walmart so I could dive into a pint of Ben & Jerry's. While at walmart, I talked on the phone with Rebekah, a friend from camp, and we talked about our plans for next summer. Needless to say, I'm pretty sure I'll be back at camp. Surprise Surprise, right? Well, talking to her made me miss all my pals, so then I called Isaac. That was funny. Then I called Anna. We talked for a LONG time and boy was it needed. I miss that girl. Towards the end of our conversation, I looked up flights to Nebraska in January to visit the gang and I found a flight for $215, not bad eh? So I'll be booking that soon. Then I called Danny and Josh to tell them that I'm coming.
I love my camp fools.

Aimee Bellah got off work at 9 last night, so we went to Village Inn and just talked for a few hours, it was nice.
Then when I got home, I called Anna back and we talked until 1 am.

I love catching up with friends. I woke up feeling refreshed and ready for the day. I have been so blessed!

Another One Bites the Dust

I am currently listening to a great CD that connie let me rip to my iTunes this summer. If only you could see how content I am right now, sitting on my couch, listening to some soothing beats. Connie, if you're reading this, kudos to you.

But it's not just the music thats keeping me content. There is also a splendid thought running through my mind that I just can't get over. Are you ready?.... The semester is OVER!!!!
(insert crazy dance move)

Finals week was rough. I spent about 20 hours this week in the coffee shop just studying. (Mostly for my math final, which I ended up bombing.... woops). Also, something strange happened, that, believe me, NEVER happens. I miiiiight have gotten a 100% on my psychology final. Just saying. I was so excited, I could have peed my pants multiple times.

(By the way, Dave Matthews Band is wonderful.)

Anyway, now that school is winding down, I've had some time to get some things done. I finally went to the germatologist, which ended up being a waste of time. And I've been cleaning out my room like a mad woman. I had 4 large garbage sacks filled with clothes to donate, as well as 2 sacks for Mr. Dumpster. It felt good to get rid of that crapola. I also have been taking stuff off my walls. (For those of you who have seen my room, know of my pack-rat tendencies.) I figure my room needs to grow up a little. So I spray-painted my frames black, pulled out a new comforter, and my room is lookin gooooood. I get a high from cleaning, is that weird?

Hey! Christmas is coming!
I've been invited to an odd number of "Ugly Sweater Parties" this winter. I've already got two knocked out of the way and they were great! The first one was with InterVarsity and it was fun! I got to see some people that I haven't seen in a while, and got to laugh at Ben act like a creepy old man... hilarious.


Rachel and i got these DISGUSTING ugly sweaters at savers. They happened to be sweater-dresses.... and when I got to the party, I smelled something. Turns out Kathryn had peed on my vest. Yeah. Gross.

And we also ran like creeps the whole night....


The second Ugly Sweater Party was held at Nilolai's house. Of course I couldn't repeat my sweater dress, so it was time for a costume change. I wore a gross teddybear christmas sweater and it was pretty bad. We drank hot cocoa, ate reeses, and watched elf. Apparently 60 people were there. Crazy.



Well...
For those of you who decided to read this, thank you. Here's a little present. Please ENJOY.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k61AN4fynDM
(you might have to copy and paste it...)

I don't even like Thanksgiving turkey...

First of all, I'd like to appologize for not updating this as often as I would like to. It's been a busy two weeks, and now that Thanksgiving is over, I finally have some time to sit down and talk more about my glorious life, yipeeee.

So let's get down to business... Here are a few stories. Get ready.

Story Numero Uno:
I have a great friend named Josh who I met working at camp a few summers ago, and he has become one of my bestest friends. I also became friends with his roomate, Keegan, who likes to grow creepy moustaches and then shave them off. Anywho... These two boys from Nebraska, along with a guy named Ricky decided to take a roadtrip up to Portland, Oregan for cross-country nationals. Since Ogden was on their way, they just HAD to stop in Ogden for a day of fun with Blaire. I couldn't wait to see them! Well, on that Thursday afternoon, they were about 100 miles out of Ogden, and got in a CRAZY car accident. They rolled their car 3 times and landed upside down. Now, normally, people DIE in such circumstances... But no, these three creepers crawled out the broken windshield and walked off the scene... who DOES THAT? I mean, for real. It was a miricle.
So I drove 2 1/2 hours to Rock Springs, Wyoming to pick them up from the hospital. And might I mention, I clipped the back of a deer on the way. What a turd-deer. Freaked me OUT! Anyway, I arrived at the hospital, got to see my friends, and was so glad to see that they were okay. Just some bloody spots here and there...
On our way back to Ogden, we stopped at the junk yard to get their stuff out of Josh's poor Jetta. If you saw this thing, you would cry. It was a sad sight to behold. Looking at it made you think, "wow, somebody probably died in that thing..." But no, they're okay.
Just another way to prove God is Good. I definitely learned that you never know when accidents like that can happen. Praise God they're okay!















Story Numero Dos:
So Rachel and I have this thing, where we sing songs with a very deep manly voice, and by deep, I mean DEEEEEP. So we made some videos to show our friends. I can't decide if I'm embarassed or not. (I guess you'll have to click on this link... since I can't upload it.... ENJOY!)

http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/video/video.php?v=352030765226

Story Numero Tres:

Every year, since I was 4, I go and see the Nutcracker Ballet with my grandma and grandpa, and sometimes other family members will join us. Well this year was a little different. First of all, I didn't like going without Grandpa. It's weird not having him here anymore. It's almost like I still can't believe it. But thankfully, we still managed to have a good time despite our loss. Grandma was in high spirits, and my mom, Uncle Stan, and Pete (my mom's bf) came along. Boy was it a show! It was the best one I've seen thus far. (Out of ALL 16 years....) There was this Asian girl who did the dance of the sugarplum fairy, and it was spectacular. I'm not trying to sounc all dance-nerdish... but I'll tell you what, she was INCREDBLE! I went home walking on my tippie-toes trying to be as graceful as possible- FAIL.















Here's a picture from last year. I miss my grandpa!










Story Numer Quatro:
(Don't get bored yet, I need to fill you IN!)

So I've been thinking alot lately. What am I going to do with my life?
Everybody thinks this. But I've been, in a way, freaking out about it. It's hard to be motivated in school when I don't know what I'm working towards. I need to have a goal, something to aim for.
For a while, I've been wanting to be a back-packing guide. Basically make my income by being "granola" and taking people up mountains, sweet right!?
And I've also thought about teaching. The pay is iffy, but I'd enjoy it alot.

Never in a million years would I picture myself in the medical feild. First of all, money doesn't worry me. So when I hear, "Blaire, doctors make bank!"... I could care less. Second of all, blood really freaks me out. Third of all, the thought of nursing school sounds intimidating and somewhat scary.
But lately I've been thinking. I want a career that involves helping people. A career in which I can make a difference. Something with benefits, multiple opportunities, and.... (drumrole please)... Scrubs.
Yep, I'm going to go into nursing.
Lord save me.

Run Fo Yo life!

Oh Mondays. Gotta love 'em.
I "accidentally" slept through my first class this morning. What a shame. So I decided to go for a run around the hood. It was so cold, I only ran about a mile and a half. Brrrrrrrr.

Marathon training has been interesting. I can definitely see a difference in my speed as well as my endurance. But the more I run, the more I want to eat when I get home. I'm talking cake, candy, icecream.... mmmmmmm. Good idea? Probably not.
I'm pumped for the Ogden marathon. It makes me more excited about running and keeps me motivated. I guess you can say I'm "hooked on running." There's nothing better than a runner's high.... besides Jesus.
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Anyhow... I've been remembering alot of memories from high school lately. I miss the good ol days when I didn't have to be so responsible, when getting straight A's was a piece of cake, and when teachers hated me as a student but loved me as a person ;)

Let's take a trip down memory lane, shall we?


The day I fro'd my hair out. Uh oh.


Deer Hunt 2007







Prom Royalty!













Well.... off to bed. I have an early morning ahead of me.

Falling in the Fall

It's November of 2009, there are 30 days left until the end of the semester, and I'm about ready to die. It seems as if everything is getting more and more stressful as the semester goes on. School, work, home, relationships, Intervarsity, and my walk with God.... poopy.
I know there is still hope, and I know I'll get through it, but as of right now.... it SUCKS.

Thankfully, I've been able to listen to God this past week. I had the opportunity to spend a weekend up at Camp Perkins. I love this place because no matter what state I'm in, God always reveals himself to me when I'm there. It's placed on a beautiful lake in the gorgeous Sawtooth Mountains. When I was there this past week, it had just started to snow, there were hardly any people on site, and it felt incredible to just get away from home. Being surrounded by God's breathtaking creation really allowed me to reconnect with God again. I then came to realization why this semester has been so rough. I had put God in the closet again. Man, if I had gone to Him sooner, this semester would be a piece of cake. Goes to show how little I can do on my own.

This past Thursday, I attended Large Group with Intervarsity where we have a worship service with a message. The pastor at my church was supposed to be speaking, but he double-booked. So we had a last minute speaker come, named Kellen-something. I know God sent him that night for a reason. God spoke through him in amazing ways and touched each of our hearts. He talked about what it is we really need. And I hear this message alot, but for some reason, the way he told it really felt like a slap in the face. We as humans feel like we need Earthly things, whether we want to admit it or not. Whether it's to be accepted, be liked by some guy/girl, have some extra spending money, to be skinny, to be better, to be known, to have that car, to have that house.... sex & money.

As Kellen would say, Look at Britney Spears! Look at Owen Wilson. They have ALL OF THAT. EVERYTHING. But look at them, they're not happy. They're either shaving their heads, going crazy, slitting their wrists, or taking pills galore. I know it's funny to think about, but it's so true. All they need is Jesus. I feel like a hypocrite saying this, because I do want other things, I often feel like more money would make me happier, or being accepted is all I need.... really Blaire, really?

Nothing compares. Nothing.

Stupid satan... get outa here.