Lint is a shell's best friend

Blog-a-log. I think I say that in my head every time I get on blogger...blog-a-log. Who knows why. This week has been tiring but great because I have run TWICE. Which isn't impressive, except with efy being so draining, those two times mark the first two times I have gone running ALL. SUMMER. It feels great.
I know I posted this on facebook but I have watched this video like 7 times today. And I keep giggling to myself every time and it is so nerdy.

I went to Arizona last weekend for Robby and Amanda's wedding and it was one of the best weddings I've ever been to. Besides being in Arizona and being so so hot. Sometimes you go to a wedding and it's like, "uhhh I don't know anyone and I've had so many of these chocolate dipped strawberries and fancy lemonades and this collar is getting really itchy...time to go." This was one of those weddings when so much is happening, no one seems too stressed, the bride & groom are actually enjoying the party, and there's a bit of a magical feel to the whole thing. That was last Saturday night in Mesa.

Oh and I decided I'm getting married next summer. I know that's a weird thing to decide when you aren't dating anyone but.... I think it's time.

Guess what I wear as a hat? A lentil!

11:45 pm.

Tonight was very reminiscent of being in high school for me: hanging out with people I love and going to In-n-Out for some late-night nutrition. So fun. But you know what I love? That drive home alone afterwards. And walking into my room and being alone and just having time to think. I was never one of those go-home-and-crash-in-two-seconds kids. I always stayed up for awhile, thinking about the night, thinking about life and the future. I'll admit that I often felt insecure in those alone moments in high school, but right now, I just feel at peace.

On my mind:
Harry Potter 7.5 comes out this week
Arizona on Sat!
My UC Irvine application is almost done
ipads. I want one
I just got Google+ but so far I haven't really figured it out

And as always, Italia....

My first day in Italy


These are my favorite Italian homies. The boy in the back's Dad died a few months before I met him here, and he gave me his favorite little matchbox/hotwheels car on the last day we came to their school to help teach English. I know those two things are completely unrelated, but he was the man...I loved hanging out with all of Francesca's class.

I'm going back next summer. Probably to teach English, but no matter what I'm going back. Anyone want in?

Humbled.

Happy 2nd of July! I can't believe it's already July, and that I'm almost halfway done with EFY. Shoot. I'm just sitting in my old apartment now, (I'm displaced until efy starts again tomorrow!) and working on my application to UC Davis! These applications get old. I guess staying here in Provo without a job/career path would get even more old though, huh?

Can I just say that for as much as I couldn't stand listening to corny EFY music as a missionary, I really like this song. Granted, it would probably sit more comfortably on an Adele B-side album than an EFY soundtrack. We got to see the original singer perform it live, and it was great.


This last week I felt so blessed. There was an AWESOME girl at efy this week, that happened to be from my hometown, who suffers from Conversion Disorder: basically she passes out randomly, and has to be revived by a "femoral artery rub"-which basically means you have to dig into their upper-inner thigh. I don't know all of the physiology behind how it works, but I was a little nervous all week about her passing out. Welp, she passed out twice this week. The first time happened on my morning off, and my awesome co-counselor Marissa brought her back that time. The 2nd time, I was in the next room over. When I got there, Marissa was trying to bring her back but she wasn't coming around after about a minute, so she asked if I wanted to try. I'd practiced the femoral artery rub approximately 0 times previously, because it turns out that rubbing someone's crotch who is not passed-out is not only extremely awkward, but could also be viewed as some sort of dodgy, illegal behavior. Anyway, I reached to where my best guess of the femoral artery would be and started rubbing, and in about 3 seconds she was back, and she just started sobbing; a mixture of embarrassment and frustration.

There are so many times in my life where I feel like I get blessings I don't deserve, and this was one of those times. I had no reason to be successful, but for some reason I was able to help this girl, and I felt a love for her in a way that our Savior must feel for us every day. That feeling I had to be able to heal is comparable only to the feeling I had to bring people into the church as a missionary in Italy. And I'm full of gratitude and humility, because I am so undeserving.

On a lighter note, this is what google offered up when I typed in "awkward" to make sure I spelled it right:

I lol'd. They are probably from Utah.