One, Two, Ready...Go!

I don't know if I ever blogged about my decision. My momentous decision. I'm going to Brigham Young University. The one university I have spent so much time making fun of and disliking. I'm going.

People ask if I'm excited, and I usually say, "No," or shrug my shoulders a little.

"Then why are you going?"

"I don't know."

When I say that I don't know, that's not entirely true. I do know why: Because I feel like it's where I need to be. I know I need to leave the Gila Valley, and go to Provo. I'm scared, and sad to leave this place. The Gila Valley has become my second home, and I will always love it. But I'm going to Provo. I'm going to be living with girls I've never met or heard of, and I'm going to to be one person among thousands. That's never happened to me before. In my whole life (all 19 years 10 months and 13 days of it) my name has meant something to those around me. Obviously, not everyone, but most people knew my name and knew my family. No one will know me there.

I'm kind of running in the dark with this one. It's something I know I've got to do, but I'm going to miss home, my family, my friends, the green grass of EA. So, with lots of prayers and faith I'm going to go. I'm going to be a Cougar. I might even buy a shirt.

The Awkward Blog

I've considered changing the name of my blog to "The Awkward Blog," it would just fit it so well. Maybe it's just because so many awkward things happen to me. Awkward and I have become good friends over the years. We just keep finding each other, and I am certain that we're meant to be together for a long long time.

Segue.

The other night, my friend Nick came over to our abode to get some help on his English presentation (which was due the next day). We were all just talking and laughing and being normal friends, when Nick broke in, "Kelly, what happened to your eyes?! They're all dark and sunken in!" I was worried that I had a bunch of mascara caked under my eyelids (which tends to happen often). But no, my roommates assured me that my eyes were normal and I looked in the mirror to make sure. Yes, indeed they were my normal everyday eyes. Apparently my everyday eyes look like that. Nick tried to reassure me that I don't look like that everyday and that my eyes would be better in the morning.

Then Lora came up with a brilliant plan. We would run home after physics and put layers of dark makeup under my eyes and then run to English where Nick would be giving his presentation. And that's exactly what we did. I kept my head down and away from Nick until he got up to give his presentation. I stared at him long and hard until he caught my eyes; I can say that I successfully made him lose his train of thought for several seconds. I think Nick is still ruffled by that one. Oh, but what a good plan it was!