turbulence.

after convincing mom that even though only ONE of us (her) got upgraded, ONE of us should sit up there. who cares if we have to sit next to random, probably not ideal flight companions, SOMEONE should get to enjoy the luxuries. Well I eventually guilted her into letting me sit in first class, since I'll definitely be flying P.C (peasant class) during the mish. NOTE: it's not that I consider those who sit in coach to be peasants, but it's that I feel like a peasant when I sit back there, admiring the monarchy from behind the mesh curtain. 

Anyways...I really had to pee, and as soon as the seatbelt sign when off, everyone of course had the same idea. So I waited and after a couple people had gone I decided that I HAD TO BE NEXT. But when the last gentleman had entered john jr. and I released the clasp on my belt, immediately we hit turbulence. As I clipped my belt back in, I crossed my legs and began picturing the poor fellow who was probably having the worst aim he's ever seen since age three...I think I'll wait the 47 more minutes till our arrival. 

countdown.

10, had me freaked all morning because of my farewell.  So grateful that everything went smoothly, well mostly.  Oh, and the food was delicious.  Can't wait for the homecoming party ;)

9; let the record show that Z.Q was one of the good ones. Lots of hugs, kisses, and cuddles. what a good note to end on :) thank youuu

8; my last breezy venture to provo consisted of lunch with my string bean and a best friend date with my favorite CheeTo. I miss school and everything that comes with living in the bubble, but my mind is already far removed from the simplicity of college life. I'm ready to go, and ready to come back. it's a weird reality to describe, I just hope I like the new me, that the new me isn't boring, or afraid, or too mature for adventure, because then I'll be gone. 

7; chopped off 10 inches of my hair. still need to pack. why haven't I packed yet?!?!?!

6; spent the day with Dad.  After a quick breakfast, we headed over to watch Still Alice.  It was much too depressing for 11 o'clock in the morning; it follows a successful woman who becomes diagnosed with early alzheimers, and we watch her slow deterioration until she can barely form a word.  Should've seen Into the Woods.

translate.

the only thing worse than being in a country where you don't speak the language, is being in a country that you don't speak the language and you look like you should be able to speak the language.  we're back in the PI for this years medical mission and so far it's been the greatest of experiences. it's definitely not the same without Tanner here, but that's okay maybe next time, when we're both old and actually certified to do things. 

yesterday I got to work with an "attendee/intern" couple. Literally Greys Anatomy. she clearly wears the pants in the relationship and their sexual induendo banter is rather nauseating, but I guess I need something to entertain me as we wait for season 12 of Greys to come back haha.  my first major surgery was sooooooo awesomeeeeeee.  A C-section and a beautiful baby girl have made me start to consider a career path into obstetrics; I swore I'd never.

Today though I started the day watching my first vaginal birth; terrible. Easily the most disgusting thing I've ever watched. the mother was in labor but she definitely wasn't dilated enough, so the nurse made to cuts so that the baby's head could come out. then the cord was wrapped around the baby's neck so the nurse, rather forcefully, pulled on the baby's body. this led to the flash flood of amniotic fluid. oh my gosh I'm feeling slightly nauseous just thinking about it.  the baby was okay, but I'm not sure I am. 

first scheduled patient of the day was a vaginal historectomy and the patient also had prolapse (which means your uterus and other organs are literally falling out of your body). kay Ew. basically I just spent 4 hours looking at a vagina. it's safe to say that it was terrible and I'm probably never going to let my future spouse stick his face down there because it is nasty.   Also pubic hair is freaking disgusting and I think I need to start waxing. oh my gosh if I can't stop picturing vaginas I'm going to have nightmares. 

fandom.

yesterday as we strolled down the streets of hogsmede and diagon alley, I caught myself in an odd state of euphoria that I definitely hadn't seen since touring Rome. Could Harry Potter World perhaps be my happy place? Yes. An escape to Hogwarts was easily the only thing needed to get me out of the weird limbo funk that I've been sitting in for the past month and a half....

As I tried on a ravenclaw robe and envisioned myself as a witch, I ended up being stuck somewhere in between being nerdy enough to want one and nerdy enough to buy one. #chochang4ever

scarf.

occasions when one needs to wear a scarf include:

-accessorizing an outfit

-it's fetching cold outside

or

-you have a hickey.....

Tonight I'm grateful for my roommate, Princess Elsa for aiding me in my desperate attempts to get rid of my vampire bite.

so far we've tried ice, peppermint oil, and scraping it with a coin....results will be recorded in the morning. 

let me just say that it is not smart to receive a hickey 12 hours before church. It is even less smart to receive a hickey from a boy other than the one that you are in love with/best friends/semi-involved with.

POOR LIFE CHOICES.

Also, if I can't get it to go away by the time I see my mother OR my bishop Tuesday night, all hell might break loose. 

I really did just wanted to watch the movie....

called.

After two weeks of semi-keeping the biggest secret of my entire life, my mission call finally came! I've been called to serve in the ARGENTINA POSADAS MISSION!!!!!!! I couldn't be more excited to serve the people of ARGENTINA and preach the gospel in the Spanish language. I have so much love and faith in this gospel. I know that this is the true church, and that my heart is in the right place. I love my father in heaven so much, and am so grateful that I have the opportunity to serve the Lord for 18 months!!!!! I leave for the Provo MTC on February 25th, and it couldn't come sooner!

changes.

With the fall season in full-swing, more than just the leaves are changing.  I am now two weeks into retirement from my gymnastics career, which is it's own kind of bizarre.  More time for homework, sleeping, and socializing…but mostly more time for Grey's Anatomy.

MY MISSION PAPERS WERE SENT TO CHURCH HEADQUARTERS ON MONDAY!!!!! So…now it's just a matter of surviving the wait.  It has been approximately 72 hours and supposedly there's about 240 hours more to go. . .

I'm in love with my best friend, who doesn't love me back.  It's casual.  That might be slightly dramatic, but not really; my life could be a romantic comedy, it's fine.

I recently have become super domestic and make baked goods on the daily; banana bread goddess.

I have only worn leggings to school ONCE this year, which is definitely a nice change from the 5-day a week policy that I exercised last year.  Woohoo prepster for life.

Sin, Elliott, and Cam are my best frans