Fly Me Away

I'm going on a study abroad to England this spring. In six weeks and two days, I will be in Scotland. We'll be hiking all over the place and I really just want to go now.
Who needs school, right?
I am so excited...until I looked at the packing list. Hiking clothes? What? This was all new to me. I mean, give me a pair of jeans and some tennis shoes and I'm good to go.
But no. I have to buy pants like these. Or even these.
Why, oh why. I guess I should forget my vanity. But who wants to ever feel like they're a nine year old boy with ZIP OFF PANTS. Not me, thank you very much.
I just keep telling myself, "Jane, you'll be in England. Who cares if you look like a socially awkward nine year old boy...and smell like one, too?"
I am so ready to go, tho. Despite the pants. Despite the smell and the blisters that are headed my way. When do you get a chance to hike across Great Britain with some pretty amazing people and see where Jane Austen and William Wordsworth and Charlotte Bronte lived and wrote?
So, please, just take me away right now.

Unibrows

So. At every school, I feel like you get your variety of weirdos. There's the kids who don't shower, the kids who are over confident, the a little too hipster kids...the list goes on.
My apartment has the blessing of associating with a few of these. Namely, the over confident, socially awkward type. You know what I mean. Don't get me wrong. They're nice. Just sometimes make for good stories.
Example:
A few Sundays ago, we were all home and one of those boys was visiting. I was washing the dishes, my back to a conversation, when I hear him read our quote wall out loud.
"'Unibrows are sexy. You can stroke them when you make out.'" A pause. "Wow, Jane. Guess I'd better start looking into a unibrow."
I turn around and he's looking at me in that way that makes me want to shower. With boiling water.
Yes, I indeed said that quote. Yes, it was a joke. Yes, he thought it was serious, and no, he wasn't joking. At least about the making out part.
My friend once told me she believes I have a creep magnet imbedded in my soul.
This just serves to prove her right.
That is all.
Hope your day is as awkward as mine!
-Jane

a day in the life.

awkward:

• actually spending time getting ready this morning, only to get to class looking like a drowned cat. with frozen hair. i should have just turned back and put on a jacket with a hood. or grabbed an umbrella. or i could have skipped out on walking under that tree and bumping my head on the branch and getting water dumped all over me.
• frozen rain=shuffling/skating/slipping up hill to campus. hello unintentional ice rink of death.
• skipping the gym this morning in favor of extra sleep and feeling super bloated and tubby for the rest of the day.
• the fact that i didn't check the mirror before i left this morning. turns out that getting dressed in the dark isn't the greatest idea...
• the almost fight that went down in my english novel class today.
• getting checked out by a freshman boy that walked by me when i was at work. (would that be awesome? i can't decide. it was pretty awkward...although my coworker found it funny...)

awesome:

• actually understanding things in my french review today. quelle chance!! (hehe)
• fabulous chicken salad sandwich for lunch.
• pandora win. work today was great because i had hilary duff and journey and cascada singing about everytime we touch, and anyway i want it, and this is what dreams are made of.
• actually only falling down once. i'm quite proud of myself.
• talking to a friend i hadn't seen in awhile in said french review.
• my cousin dyed my hair again and it's absolutely perfect. i love everything about it. love love love love love!!

if you don't believe me about the rain, check this out:

this is no exaggeration. i was late to class.

here's hoping your day was less slippery than mine,
jane.

Ode to the singles ward..

Two Relief Societies ( Women's organization). One Elder's Quorum ( Men's Organization)

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Via

Mouth guards.. for your feet!

Remember a a while ago, when I posted about how my favorite house shoes happen to be crocs? yup. well, I also wear them out to my pool quite often, and who would of known?.. they shrink in the sun.  Quite a bit... 

So trusty google told me to boil them in a pot of water and wear them to stretch them out. I have boiled a lot of mouth guards in my time, so the concept made sense. I tried it.. oh man! love!

Not only do they fit again, but they fit better all over. they don't flop around on my feet like duck feet anymore. marvelous! 

So, my dear friends. If you own a pair of crocs that have been caught by the sun, or simply want crocs that feel like custom orthodontics for your feetsies. 

dip them in a pot of boiling water for several seconds

Pull them out and CAREFULLY. don't burn your self put them on you feet and walk around

dip them in cold water after they have molded. I stuck them in my tub and ran water with them on. 

Enjoy your new custom footwear.

I am not a blogger, but I do have a blog.

If I was being perfectly honest with all you lovely people I would tell you I really have no business being a blogger. I don't a cute husband, a fabulous camera, mad Photoshop skills, an ideal love life, or my pinterest board closet.

My life is in no way extraordinary, my thoughts aren't always willing to be herded into eloquent articulations, my creativity comes and goes, and I Really like wearing T-shirts.

so..

I blog because everyone has a story to tell.

 I blog to stay in touch with my two best friends on a more creative level than the usual "hi, how are you" texts.

 I blog for the inspiring people I meet through the blogging world.
& naturally

I blog for myself; to attempt capture the wisps of thoughts, and ideas floating in this head of mine.

I am not a blogger
but,

I do have a blog.






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In other news: A layout overhaul is in the works. Be excited!!

Thrifty Nifty Find

Sometimes I go to Savers.
Sometimes it's awesome.
Sometimes it's not.
When I went yesterday, it would be of the former. I was looking for a hoodie to do a little DIY. I didn't find such a hoodie, but I found an awesome sweatshirt instead!!

Sweatshirt: Thrifted. Shorts: Charlotte Russe. Awkwardness: my own.

Really, what's with my arms?

Disregard the awkward garbage can and bike in the background. I didn't realize they were there and I am too lazy to go retake pictures. So deal. Also, the awkward unphotogenicness that is me...
Just pay attention to the sweater. Which I adore.
Anyways, thrift on, my friends.

(P.S. Don't worry. I WILL find a hoodie worthy of a DIY. Along with many more things.)

Big Smile?

This probably isn't something I like to admit. Actually, no probably about it. Who likes to tell people that they have a fake tooth on a retainer in their mouth as we are speaking? Not me. How embarrassing. I feel like a girl (woman? lady? who cares.) of my age should not have to wear orthodontic equipment in their mouth. Especially when they haven't had braces for quite a few years now.
Anyway. As I was eating my blueberry mini wheats this morning, the tooth on my retainer BROKE OFF. So I had two choices as I headed out for the day: not wear a retainer and look like a hillbilly, or wear the other retainer I have that has a wire in front and look like a fourteen year old freak again. Neither is preferable.
I decided on being fourteen again.
Bright Side:

• At least I can get it fixed tomorrow (as today is a holiday. Happy Memorial Day.)
• At least I live in a time where I can have straight teeth.
• At least I live in a time where I just got out of a surgery that will give me a permanent fake tooth in August once the post they put in my bone heals.

But in the moment? I look and feel like I'm fourteen again and it sucks.