<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693889609895978134</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:16:00.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys, Books, and Bruises</title><subtitle type='html'>My stories on love, school, and other crazy adventures.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16750484693210943401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvKCyoo5KLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/r1aGufWwFgk/S220/007.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693889609895978134.post-3553977100409689306</id><published>2011-09-06T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T21:50:22.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "F" Word</title><content type='html'>Quote (A wonderful thought that my grandma had awhile back and was gracious enough to share with me.)- "Men and women can never be merely friends. Someone's feelings are always greater than the others, and someone is always going to be let down or hurt." &lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Friend Zone" is a place I have come to know well. Through my dating experiences, I have been put there on so many occasions that I have even begun to decorate the place. (Ha, just kidding, but I'm getting close.) It wasn't until this last year that I really experienced what it felt like to be the one to put another person in that dreadful place. I have come to understand how it feels on both ends of the spectrum. Here are a couple of my experiences that have taught me just how hard it is to be the one using the "F" word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Names have been changed...Just in case these boys decide to read my blog. You just never know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Billy- &lt;br /&gt;Billy and I were set up on a blind date by some family members. He picked me up and had some good plans about what we should do that evening. However, none of them seemed to pan out as planned. We also didn't have much to talk about or much in common. He seemed to be trying really hard and I really appreciated that. But, again, we really had nothing to talk about and were really forcing the conversation. I knew about an hour into our date that I couldn't see us going anywhere in the future. I actually found myself thinking about my best guy friend the entire time and how much I missed our easy conversation and the way he made me laugh, but that is another story. As we were waiting for our movie to start (the last event of the evening), he pulled out his cell phone and proceeded to check his Facebook for the next 10 minutes or so. Now, don't get me wrong, I love Facebook as much as the next person, but NOT on a date! That move alone confirmed to me that it wasn't going to work out.  &lt;br /&gt;At the end of the date, Billy walked me to my door. I gave him a hug and thanked him for the evening. He proceeded to text me the entire rest of the night and the whole next day. I didn't want to give him the wrong idea or make him think that we had a future, so I told him how I felt. It was one of the hardest things I have ever done. Telling someone that is interested in you that you do not feel the same is worse than breaking up with someone, in my opinion. I haven't talked to Billy since, but I hope he finds a great girl someday, because he really is a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2- Joshua&lt;br /&gt;Joshua and I met through some mutual friends. We became close friends over the last year and I really enjoy talking to him. I tell him nearly everything, and he tells me as much as he feels comfortable with (he's very reserved). I'll admit, I've known that he's had a crush on me from the beginning of our friendship, but I really enjoy having him as a friend so I didn't think anything of it. It wasn't until recently that I realized (because I was told) that my actions were sending a very different message than I had anticipated, and he was receiving the wrong message. I felt that I needed to tell Joshua how I really felt to make sure that he knew that we were just friends. I'll admit, I hated every second of our conversation and nearly every one since. I know that I hurt him and that was the very last thing I wanted. I can already tell that things are never going to be the same, and it hurts me as much, if not more, than it is hurting him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inflicting pain on another person is not something that I find enjoyable. I hate putting men in the "Friend Zone" because I know how it feels to be put there. It's the freaking worst. Hence, the title The "F" Word. So, here's some food for thought...The next time you put someone in the "Friend Zone" remember what it feels like to be put there. Let that person down as easy as possible. I know that it's hard for you (trust me, I KNOW), but just think of how much harder it is for them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693889609895978134-3553977100409689306?l=boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/feeds/3553977100409689306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2011/09/f-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/3553977100409689306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/3553977100409689306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2011/09/f-word.html' title='The &quot;F&quot; Word'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16750484693210943401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvKCyoo5KLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/r1aGufWwFgk/S220/007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693889609895978134.post-9152139937749718476</id><published>2011-07-22T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T23:15:45.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sue me...</title><content type='html'>Things that have been on my mind that I would like to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am so incredibly exhausted by the amount of older people saying to me "You are so young! You have so much time to live your life and have so many experiences before you settle down and get married. You can travel and have fun" blah, blah, blah... Yes, I am young and have plenty of time. However, this does not stop me from wanting to be married. Nor does it stop me from being a little bit sad/bitter when everyone around me is getting married or having children. Also, have you ever thought that maybe I want to travel and have fun with someone by my side? I would certainly rather go on a trip to Europe with someone than alone. So please, I know you mean well by saying these things, but stop saying them to me. Tell them to another girl who doesn't want to get married until later in life. As for me, I'm sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. School. I am sick of my classes and just feeling really unmotivated. Thankfully, there are only two more weeks left in the semester. Hallelujah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. pinterest.com. Seriously! Best website ever invented. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.I have a tendency to talk to my ex-boyfriends a little more than I should. Yes, I am aware that I shouldn't talk to them or invite them to hang out, but I do it anyway. And yes, I know that this goes against all of the advice any parent, sibling, best friend, young women's leader, etc has ever told be. So sue me. I'm only human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I really want a boyfriend. I want someone to hang out with, go out with, laugh with, cry with, cuddle with, go to social functions/gatherings with. I want someone to find out that I get tan in the summer and freakishly white in the winter. I just want a man who will be my best friend. Is that too much to ask? I swear that there is at least one guy in the Salt Lake Valley who could be this person. Right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am in love with this quote (that I found on pinterest): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As you grow up, you will have your heart broken more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures. Laugh too much and learn to love like you've never been hurt. Because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Always,&lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I know that this post is super jumbled, but hey! I'm a single, 20 year-old girl with a busy schedule and tons of angst towards dating. What better way to unload than in a blog post?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693889609895978134-9152139937749718476?l=boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/feeds/9152139937749718476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2011/07/sue-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/9152139937749718476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/9152139937749718476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2011/07/sue-me.html' title='Sue me...'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16750484693210943401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvKCyoo5KLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/r1aGufWwFgk/S220/007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693889609895978134.post-4202486924024434132</id><published>2011-07-13T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T16:27:54.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L-O-V-E</title><content type='html'>I know that it always seems like all I post about is love, and it's true. What else is a single, 20 year-old, living in Utah supposed to think about?! So here are my most recent thoughts about love that came to me with help from this clip and my sister, Erin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this video! It contains some great nuggets of information about break-ups. WARNING: There is a swear word in this video. It starts with the letter "F". :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://youtu.be/pnnHO6mgr7U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We fall in and out of love for a purpose. Whether that purpose is to help someone in the future who might go through the same thing or simply to learn an important life lesson for ourselves, we must figure out the purpose and apply it accordingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Heartbreak sucks. Big time. Just remember: IT ENDS (EVENTUALLY). Even though it might seem like you will never love again or you will never be happy again, you will. Trust me. Been there, done that. I've had those feelings, ate way more fried food than anyone ever should, cried nearly 24 hours a day, never left my bed unless absolutely necessary, and wore sweats and no make-up for almost 2 whole months in high school. But guess what? It ended. I met another guy who made me feel beautiful and special. He wasn't the "love of my life" but I did love him for helping me through. And that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not saying that I never looked back, that I'm happy all the time now, and that I hate the guy that broke my heart. Truth is, I have looked back. I still miss him from time to time. I think it's okay do that sometimes. Just don't get caught up in the past. There is a bright future ahead of us, we just need to keep our heads up and keep pushing through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: "The wrong one is the right one to lead you to the *BEST* one."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693889609895978134-4202486924024434132?l=boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/feeds/4202486924024434132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2011/07/l-o-v-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/4202486924024434132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/4202486924024434132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2011/07/l-o-v-e.html' title='L-O-V-E'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16750484693210943401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvKCyoo5KLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/r1aGufWwFgk/S220/007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693889609895978134.post-2436891691830998902</id><published>2011-06-20T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T23:07:34.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was think today about how I never post about what is going on in my life on my blog. I always post about my thoughts/feelings on certain subjects, but never really talk about ME. So I thought I would catch you all up on my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm currently attending SLCC (Salt Lake Community College). I'm finishing up my Associate Degree right now, and will *hopefully* get into the Ultrasound Technology program as soon as I am done. (Feel free to send happy thoughts/prayers my way so that I can get in!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am the 2nd Counselor in the Relief Society Presidency in my singles ward and I love it! I am in charge of planning the monthly activities, which is totally up my alley. This month we're having a Spa Night. Hair, nails, facials, and massages. What more could I possibly want on a Friday night?! It will be GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am single and happy being single. Although... I wouldn't mind it if I had a boy around. I've gotten to the point in my life where I am content enough with myself that I can be single and be happy for all of those people who have a significant other without looking at them longingly, wishing I had what they had. I'll admit, I don't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; being single, but I can deal with it until a nice guy comes along. Patience is a virtue, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I have one sister (Hillary) getting married in September and the other (Erin) is getting her mission call this week. I am incredibly thrilled for both of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I still have mono and am still feeling really tired most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My friend Lindsey is coming to visit me this weekend!! She was my roommate at BYU-I and I am psyched to see her. We plan on recording at least 3 songs to upload to youtube. Look for the links sometime next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I found out today that 4 more of my friends are pregnant! Add the 2 that I already knew about and that makes...6. 4 of those 6 are my age exactly, and all but one of them went to my high school. I'm pretty sure that AZ is beating UT in the whole "get married young and start popping out babies" mindset of the Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm throwing my sister a bridal shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I nanny two little boys twice a week to help supplement my savings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My friend Adam is coming to visit me in July. And by visit "me" I mean that he is coming to visit his sister, but will come hang out with me on occasion which is good enough for me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than these things my life consists of: hanging out with friends and family, spending time outside (when it's not raining), homework, and just loving life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm going to also try to blog more often. Maybe then I can get some more readers? Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693889609895978134-2436891691830998902?l=boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/feeds/2436891691830998902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-was-think-today-about-how-i-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/2436891691830998902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/2436891691830998902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-was-think-today-about-how-i-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16750484693210943401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvKCyoo5KLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/r1aGufWwFgk/S220/007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693889609895978134.post-4663410348740324560</id><published>2011-06-19T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T01:15:09.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LLin-DteHHU/Tf2o-myViVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/u282kvDiTc8/s1600/dad.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LLin-DteHHU/Tf2o-myViVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/u282kvDiTc8/s320/dad.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619833703545276754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yes, it did pour rain during my graduation in AZ. And yes, I did look MUCH better before the rain.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we took my dad out to dinner to celebrate Father's Day. While we were there my step-mom said that she wanted all of us kids (that were present, two weren't with us) to share our favorite memory of our dad growing up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh. A lump of gigantic proportions started to form in my throat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I grew up nearly 700 miles away from my dad. We rarely spoke and when we did, I remember it being very difficult for me. What do you tell someone who you only see once a year and who you didn't know very well? I wanted so desperately to be close to him and to tell him all about my life, but I never could quite find the words. Maybe it was because I was nervous as to how he would react, but it was more than likely because I knew very little about him. What I did know was what my mother had told me, so it was very one sided (especially since they had gone through such a nasty divorce). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always had a hard time growing up when everyone would talk about their dads and how great they were. They would all go to the "Daddy-Daughter" camp-outs and come back and rave about the amazing time they had with their dads. Talk about feeling like an outsider. I never once got to experience that and it broke my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older I got the closer I became with my dad. We started talking more often and I started opening up a lot more than I ever had. I realized that there were two sides to every story and that the person that I was told that he was, was the furthest from the truth it could have been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 18 and had graduated from high school I had a major falling out with my mom. I decided that I needed to get away. To start my life over. To turn a new leaf. However you want to put it, I needed it. So for the first time in my life I did what was best for me. I completely forgot about pleasing everyone else, and was determined to change my life and make myself happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved to Utah to live with my dad when I wasn't at school. Hands down, it is the BEST decision I have ever made. I love my dad more than almost anyone else in the world. He is knowledgeable in so many subjects, he can do or fix anything, he is full of love for me and the rest of my family, he will drop whatever he is doing to help anyone no matter what, he makes me laugh harder than anyone in the world, he is always willing to teach me about anything (football rules, how to cut crown molding, how the opposite-sex think, etc.). He is kind and compassionate and a wonderful example of the teachings of Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes. I don't have very many memories of my dad from when I was young. Yes, I will always be envious of my brothers and sister for getting to grow up with him and to get to spend everyday with him. To learn from him and to develop an incredible bond with him. However, I am grateful for every single moment that we have spent together in the last 2 years. For everything he has taught me, and for the woman he has helped me become. We have a lot of lost time to make up for, and I look forward to all of the years that we have ahead of us. For all the laughs and sincere moments that I will always hold in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Dad. Thanks for being you and for loving me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693889609895978134-4663410348740324560?l=boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/feeds/4663410348740324560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/4663410348740324560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/4663410348740324560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16750484693210943401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvKCyoo5KLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/r1aGufWwFgk/S220/007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LLin-DteHHU/Tf2o-myViVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/u282kvDiTc8/s72-c/dad.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693889609895978134.post-6360111700751882008</id><published>2011-05-22T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T23:50:08.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could turn back time...</title><content type='html'>Time is such a strange concept. Some days we wish it would pass by quickly,some days we wish it would slow down, and some days we wish for nothing more than the ability to turn it back or to move it forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been one of those weeks where my mind is stuck in the past and I keep wanting to turn back the time. My thoughts were provoked by my Communications professor who was talking about old loves in class this week.(Disclaimer: I blame my communications teacher for beginning this whole thought process. Also, the guy that happened to look exactly like my ex-boyfriend who sat at the table next to mine at dinner on Saturday. Unfortunately, I cannot blame them for my mind continuing on in these thoughts.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I happen to have one of these old loves. I think about him from time to time(Usually when I see something or someone that reminds me of him). When I have these thoughts, I often wonder how he's doing. I wonder if he likes his job, how his school is going, and how his family is. I wonder if he is happy and if he ever thinks of me. I think about the time that we shared together and the fond memories that we had. I don't think of him very often, but when I do I always feel a strange tug at my heart and a yearning to relive those memories I have with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I think about him I wonder if he was the right person and that we just met at the wrong time. What if we had met now, in the present, in our current situations? What if we hadn't met when I was 17 and naive and while he was enduring some serious personal trials? What if our whole past could be erased and we could just start over fresh? What if?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it hit me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop asking all the "What if?" questions. No one has the ability to go back in time and change the past or even control the future. I need to stop being like Lot's wife, looking back longingly. I need to look to the future with an eye of faith in knowing that the best is yet to come. I loved my boyfriend at the time, and will always love him to some extent, but I need to live in the present and look forward to all of the love I can give and receive now and in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Monson said it best when he said, "The past is behind, learn from it. The future is ahead, prepare for it. The present is here, live it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is exactly what I will do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693889609895978134-6360111700751882008?l=boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/feeds/6360111700751882008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-i-could-turn-back-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/6360111700751882008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/6360111700751882008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-i-could-turn-back-time.html' title='If I could turn back time...'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16750484693210943401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvKCyoo5KLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/r1aGufWwFgk/S220/007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693889609895978134.post-5050737759664091867</id><published>2011-05-04T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:57:33.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the weather</title><content type='html'>Lately, I haven't been feeling well. I've been getting crazy headaches, all of my bones were achy, and I was incredibly tired all the time. I figured it was just because I have been stressed lately about quitting my job, going back to school, paying for school, working full time, my new calling, etc... I was just waiting for it to pass and hoped that my vacation to Vegas would help a bit. When I got back home I started getting some other symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out as a simple stuffy nose, which I assumed was from my bad allergies during spring time. No big deal, right? Then last week I discovered a couple bumps on my neck. My step mom (who has worked in health care for years) told me that they were just swollen glads and to keep an eye on them for about a week. On Monday night after work I went to dinner with my brother, Graham, and our friend Trevor. When I returned home I felt my neck to see if I had any more swollen glands, and what did I find? My lymph node on the right side of my neck was swollen to the size of a golf ball. And it HURT. I showed Patty who recommended I take an allergy pill and see if it helped. When I woke up the next morning I felt even worse, so I ruled out allergies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work my friend Cassi told me that she had something similar a couple weeks ago. She said that the only difference was that she had white bumps on the back of her throat. Being the hypochondriac that I am, I immediately ran to the bathroom to check my throat. Sure enough, there they were. Nasty little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor who did a rapid strep test (came back negative) and removed the "white spots" aka built up food particles in my swollen tonsil. He also was very concerned by the size of my swollen glad and sent me to a blood lab to get some tests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being tested for Strep, Mono, and Epstein Bar. Unfortunately, I won't know what I have or if I am contagious until next week. So for now, I will continue to be miserable. Hopefully, I'll get a letter from the always lovely Tanner B. this week to make me feel better. He always knows how to cheer me up, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693889609895978134-5050737759664091867?l=boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/feeds/5050737759664091867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2011/05/under-weather.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/5050737759664091867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/5050737759664091867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2011/05/under-weather.html' title='Under the weather'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16750484693210943401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvKCyoo5KLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/r1aGufWwFgk/S220/007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693889609895978134.post-7447522686218073743</id><published>2011-05-01T12:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T13:06:33.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts on love and 80s movies...</title><content type='html'>"Whatever happened to chivalry? Does it only exist in 80's movies? I want John Cusack holding a boom box outside my window. I wanna ride off on a lawnmower with Patrick Dempsey. I want Jake from Sixteen Candles waiting outside the church for me. I want Judd Nelson thrusting his fist into the air because he knows he got me. Just once I want my life to be like an 80's movie, preferably one with a really awesome musical number for no apparent reason. But no, no, John Hughes did not direct my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, John Hughes did not, in fact, direct my life. I wasn't even born when most of these movies came out. However, when I look back at my dating life I realized that I have had these same thoughts/feelings before. At one point I thought I had found my very own Patrick Dempsey-sans the perfect hair. He was perfect in my eyes, charming and loved me. It was all sunshine and butterflies until one day it wasn't. At first I was heartbroken, but now I look back and think about how grateful I am for that experience. It may not have been perfect or have ended like an 80s movie, but it was wonderful while it lasted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have grown from the experience of my "first love", I have learned that love is not supposed to be the way that the movies portray it. I have realized that there is not one perfect man out there in the world for me, but that there are many worthy contenders out there. Sure they might not hold a boom box outside my window, or wait outside of my sister's wedding leaning against a sexy red car for me, and he might not even fist pump for me. But in the grand scheme of things, none of that truly matters. As long as we find a worthy man (in every sense of the word) who loves me and only wants what is best for me, what else matters? Certainly not the car, or the perfect hair or the fist pump. Those are all just minute details that should be left to the movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693889609895978134-7447522686218073743?l=boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/feeds/7447522686218073743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-thoughts-on-love-and-80s-movies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/7447522686218073743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/7447522686218073743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-thoughts-on-love-and-80s-movies.html' title='My thoughts on love and 80s movies...'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16750484693210943401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvKCyoo5KLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/r1aGufWwFgk/S220/007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693889609895978134.post-6293368742645949330</id><published>2011-04-02T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T21:25:39.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...I'm getting married?</title><content type='html'>Tonight after the afternoon session of Conference, my step-mom and I went to dinner with her mom and some cousins while my dad and brother went to watch the Priesthood session. When we got home, I was standing at the stove (my rightful place in the house, according to my dad and brothers. Haha.) making some treats for tomorrow. My little brother walks in and our conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake(15)"Steph, you're going to get married in the next year or so."&lt;br /&gt;Me "HA! Says who?"&lt;br /&gt;Jake "The Prophet. His whole talk was basically just him laying into guys telling them to get married"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes this kid really cracks me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are all enjoying your Conference weekend. I know I sure am! :) If you want to watch it or learn what it is head to lds.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693889609895978134-6293368742645949330?l=boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/feeds/6293368742645949330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-getting-married.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/6293368742645949330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/6293368742645949330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-getting-married.html' title='...I&apos;m getting married?'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16750484693210943401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvKCyoo5KLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/r1aGufWwFgk/S220/007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693889609895978134.post-6916169017921309943</id><published>2011-02-01T19:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T19:56:43.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3---A photo that makes you HAPPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/TUjUpZ7SggI/AAAAAAAAADs/2xFJKsoRn5g/s1600/24004_1436994086906_1294594549_31264796_2462056_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/TUjUpZ7SggI/AAAAAAAAADs/2xFJKsoRn5g/s320/24004_1436994086906_1294594549_31264796_2462056_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568934747042906626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 reasons why this picture makes me happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Haley- She is my best friend in the WHOLE world. She is one of the greatest examples in my life and I don't think I could have survived my first year of college without her. I miss her SO much. I hate that she lives so darn far away. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The temple- Everything about the temple makes me happy. It is truly the house of the Lord and our own Heaven on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My BRUISE! Can you see it?? It came from donating blood. I have a tendency to get very large bruises in very unusual ways. It's awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693889609895978134-6916169017921309943?l=boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/feeds/6916169017921309943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-3-photo-that-makes-you-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/6916169017921309943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/6916169017921309943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-3-photo-that-makes-you-happy.html' title='Day 3---A photo that makes you HAPPY'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16750484693210943401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvKCyoo5KLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/r1aGufWwFgk/S220/007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/TUjUpZ7SggI/AAAAAAAAADs/2xFJKsoRn5g/s72-c/24004_1436994086906_1294594549_31264796_2462056_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693889609895978134.post-779913498030435604</id><published>2011-01-31T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T21:41:40.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2--- A photo of yourself a year ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/TUeZdvwTldI/AAAAAAAAADk/i7lF6Gh8aoU/s1600/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/TUeZdvwTldI/AAAAAAAAADk/i7lF6Gh8aoU/s320/058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568588200581240274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken in February 2010. My family (except Hillary, she was still living in Arizona at the time) got tickets to see Brian Reagan, the family-friendly comedian that appeals to most LDS people, when he came to Salt Lake. It was such a fun night and I was grateful that I could spend the night with my family doing what we do best...laughing! I love spending time with my family and making new memories that we will someday look back on and say, "remember that time...". I didn't grow up around my dad, stepmom, or siblings, so I don't have very many memories with them. Now that I live up here with them, I try to make extra memories to try and compensate for the ones I missed out on. &lt;br /&gt;This was also the night that sprouted one of my favorite memories of the last year. I came up with an awesome April Fool's prank of being engaged. My sister, Erin, and I (with the help of my brothers) came up with this guys name, major, sports he enjoyed, how we met, how he propose... blah, blah blah. It was hilarious! (The prank ended up working out really well. Everyone fell for it! Now I'm stuck trying to find something to top it for this year...hmm.) All in all, it was a great night spent with some of my favorite people in the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693889609895978134-779913498030435604?l=boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/feeds/779913498030435604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-2-photo-of-yourself-year-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/779913498030435604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/779913498030435604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-2-photo-of-yourself-year-ago.html' title='Day 2--- A photo of yourself a year ago'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16750484693210943401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvKCyoo5KLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/r1aGufWwFgk/S220/007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/TUeZdvwTldI/AAAAAAAAADk/i7lF6Gh8aoU/s72-c/058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693889609895978134.post-2932030908578591964</id><published>2011-01-30T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T21:34:42.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days-30 pictures-30 things to learn about me!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I saw on FB (which is short for facebook,if you didn't know!) about a 30 day photo challenge. I think it's a fun way to tell people about me, my life, and my past experiences in a fun and unique way. I am determined to do it, and challenge others to do so as well! :) &lt;br /&gt;Day 1. Facebook profile picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/TUZIcQ0eOJI/AAAAAAAAADc/7XddGg6fN2E/s1600/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/TUZIcQ0eOJI/AAAAAAAAADc/7XddGg6fN2E/s320/IMG_0026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568217639678785682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my little cousin Camille. She is the cutest little girl I know, and reminds me so much of myself as a child (mostly in the looks department). In this picture we are at my/our grandparent's house on Christmas Eve waiting to open presents. We were both pretty impatient (more me than her. I absolutely LOVE Christmas and HATE suspense) about undoing the precisely wrapped gifts from grandparents and cousins, so we made "monkey" faces at each other to pass the time. Isn't she a doll??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693889609895978134-2932030908578591964?l=boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/feeds/2932030908578591964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-days-30-pictures-30-things-to-learn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/2932030908578591964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/2932030908578591964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-days-30-pictures-30-things-to-learn.html' title='30 days-30 pictures-30 things to learn about me!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16750484693210943401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvKCyoo5KLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/r1aGufWwFgk/S220/007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/TUZIcQ0eOJI/AAAAAAAAADc/7XddGg6fN2E/s72-c/IMG_0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693889609895978134.post-268563069871770009</id><published>2010-11-27T14:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T14:59:36.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind vs. Heart, Logic vs. Feeling</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed that there is an ever-present internal conflict between your mind and your heart? What is it with these two? Don't they know that we don't like our minds to be clouded with confusion? Don't they know that we humans like everything to be completely obvious? We do not like playing the guessing game. However, they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain situations that pop up in life that I wish these two could just agree on. Take relationships. For instance, say you are friends with someone, and that is that. Friends only. No other feelings involved. Then one day you wake up and suddenly, everything has changed. What decided this change, we have no idea. But things are just...different.You wonder what to do about these new feelings. Your mind says: Don't do or say anything about the situation. Things are great between you the way they are, telling him (or her) could ruin everything. Than your heart says: Why not say anything? So you like them, big deal. Maybe this is meant to be. Maybe everything will work out. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you do? Do you side with your mind and logic? Or do you side with your ever-changing heart and feelings? Should you risk everything and place your bet on your heart? Or should you take the safe route and follow your logic? Do you tell the one you like that you indeed like them? Do you risk the safety of your friendship by telling them this? Or do you stay on the safe side and not tell them? Secure your heart from the risk of rejection and heartache, or take a risk and see if it ends in your favor? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind or heart? Which do you choose...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693889609895978134-268563069871770009?l=boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/feeds/268563069871770009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2010/11/mind-vs-heart-logic-vs-feeling.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/268563069871770009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/268563069871770009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2010/11/mind-vs-heart-logic-vs-feeling.html' title='Mind vs. Heart, Logic vs. Feeling'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16750484693210943401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvKCyoo5KLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/r1aGufWwFgk/S220/007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693889609895978134.post-8803343044117657276</id><published>2010-08-23T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:19:35.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P&amp;P addict...</title><content type='html'>Hello! My name is Stephanie and I am a Pride and Prejudice addict. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now aside from my AA reference...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, this has got to be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; best book-turned-movie I have ever seen in my life. I could watch it over and over again. Plus, Mr. Darcy (aside from being &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; dreamy) is one of the greatest leading men of all time. Who couldn't love a man that says, "you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean c'mon ladies! I know every single one of you would drool and probably pass out if an incredibly dashing man with dark curly hair and light eyes (who wasn't mocking and was saying it in all sincerity) said that to you. Or maybe it's just me? Either way, I am holding out for my very own Mr. Darcy. Because you know what? I deserve it! And you know who else deserves it? Every single person on the earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all deserve to be loved. Not just loved, but appreciated and adored &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;UNCONDITIONALLY&lt;/span&gt;. And if the man just so happens to be a total hunk, then so be it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693889609895978134-8803343044117657276?l=boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/feeds/8803343044117657276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2010/08/p-addict.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/8803343044117657276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/8803343044117657276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2010/08/p-addict.html' title='P&amp;P addict...'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16750484693210943401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvKCyoo5KLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/r1aGufWwFgk/S220/007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693889609895978134.post-7170097206508675086</id><published>2010-07-26T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T14:55:55.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"To achieve happiness, we should make certain that we are never without an important goal." - Ralph Waldo Emereson</title><content type='html'>A couple weeks ago in Relief Society our Bishop's wife taught a lesson about the importance of setting goals. She said that when you write your goals down on piece of paper, and commit to looking at them often, they have a greater chance of being fulfilled. She then challenged each of us to write down all of our goals. So here they are. My list of goals I'd like to achieve in this lifetime. I figure that if I share them with you (my readers, if there are any! haha), that you can gain a greater perspective of who I am, and who I would like to become. Also, that you might help me to achieve them! Keep in mind, these are in no particular order and there are lots of things I could add to the list...I just can't think of them right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GOALS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Go to Cosmetology school&lt;br /&gt;*Get a degree&lt;br /&gt;*Be an EFY counselor &lt;br /&gt;*Work at an orphanage in another country (Africa?)&lt;br /&gt;*Build a house or someone who needs it&lt;br /&gt;*Run a marathon&lt;br /&gt;*Go to Europe&lt;br /&gt;*Write a song (lyrics and music)&lt;br /&gt;*Record and sell an album&lt;br /&gt;*Get married in the temple &lt;br /&gt;*Have lots of children (haha!)&lt;br /&gt;*Go on a mission with my husband&lt;br /&gt;*Stop being shy around new people&lt;br /&gt;*Create a recipe&lt;br /&gt;*Design and sew myself an outfit&lt;br /&gt;*Be positive!&lt;br /&gt;*Be a positive role model to those around me&lt;br /&gt;*Change someone's life for the better&lt;br /&gt;*Keep a journal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693889609895978134-7170097206508675086?l=boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/feeds/7170097206508675086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2010/07/to-achieve-happiness-we-should-make.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/7170097206508675086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/7170097206508675086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2010/07/to-achieve-happiness-we-should-make.html' title='&quot;To achieve happiness, we should make certain that we are never without an important goal.&quot; - Ralph Waldo Emereson'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16750484693210943401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvKCyoo5KLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/r1aGufWwFgk/S220/007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693889609895978134.post-554935780966494516</id><published>2010-05-24T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T19:55:58.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK!</title><content type='html'>Dear blogging world,&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry that I have been away for so long. I promise I am going to be here for awhile this time. So since it has been such a long time, let's catch up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys:&lt;br /&gt;I like this guy (to any of you that know me, or to anyone that has ever read my blog, this comes as NO surprise I'm sure). He's wonderful, talented, smart, nice to look at, and confusing. Boo. I'm only "booing" about the being confusing part. Everything else about him is more of a "WooHooooooo!" There will be more on him later, and at that time I will refer to him as "Toy Story". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books:&lt;br /&gt;All I am reading these days are texts books and the Scriptures (which for me is technically a text book). I wish I had more time to read, however I do not. Except I have been reading President Gordon B. Hinckley's book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Way To Be&lt;/span&gt;! and I love it! He is such an amazing man with such a positive attitude. I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HIGHLY&lt;/span&gt; recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one book that I am dying to read right now is President Uchtdorf's new book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Remarkable Soul of a Woman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruises:&lt;br /&gt;None to report, which is surprising. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I am looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;* 3 day weekend!&lt;br /&gt;* Devotional tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;* The future and all that Heavenly Father has in store for me.&lt;br /&gt;* Learning how to play the guitar better.&lt;br /&gt;* Vacation in August.&lt;br /&gt;* The sun and the warmth that is supposed to come with it. Rexburg is cold.&lt;br /&gt;* SYTYCD starting on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;* Seeing what happens with Toy Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693889609895978134-554935780966494516?l=boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/feeds/554935780966494516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-back.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/554935780966494516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/554935780966494516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m BACK!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16750484693210943401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvKCyoo5KLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/r1aGufWwFgk/S220/007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693889609895978134.post-2514652397356056332</id><published>2009-11-07T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:05:23.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You're untouchable burning brighter than the sun, now that you're close i feel like comin' undone"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; are confusing. Honestly, why can't dating just be simple? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You meet a boy. He asks you out. You date and see where it goes. How easy is that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, it has to be complicated. You meet a boy. He seems interested. He asks you on a date. You have a great time, or so you think. Than he doesn't talk to you for a couple days. You decided he isn't interested, so you quit trying and attempt to move on. Than a certain time later, the boy becomes interested again. &lt;strong&gt;WHYYYYYYYYYY?????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all seems a bit ridiculous and stupid, yet this always happens to me. &lt;strong&gt;I QUIT&lt;/strong&gt;. I am done trying to analyze everything and figure everything out. I need a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: Untouchable By: Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"No matter who broke your heart, or how long it takes to heal, you'll never get through it without your friends."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ~Carrie from Sex and the City&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693889609895978134-2514652397356056332?l=boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/feeds/2514652397356056332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-untouchable-burning-brighter-than.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/2514652397356056332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/2514652397356056332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-untouchable-burning-brighter-than.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re untouchable burning brighter than the sun, now that you&apos;re close i feel like comin&apos; undone&quot;'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16750484693210943401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvKCyoo5KLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/r1aGufWwFgk/S220/007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693889609895978134.post-833217076620682286</id><published>2009-11-05T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:11:23.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I wanna go home, ooh i miss you you know."</title><content type='html'>Well today was certainly interesting. It started about being a great day. My Book of Mormon class was cancelled so I(look Hil i capitalized the I for you!) only had one class to go to which is always nice! On top of that, this particular class just happens to be my favorite(for more than one reason! ;) ). Anyway, so after class Haley(aka Beaner Schnitzel, Jennifer, or bes fwend) and I went to the temple to do baptisms. What a blessing the temple is! Such a great place to feel the spirit and be close to the Lord. &lt;strong&gt;LOVED IT!&lt;/strong&gt; Then, we headed over to Sonic for our FREE route 44 drinks! Ooohh baby, do we love our "celestial" drink: Dr. Pepper. We're pathetic and we know it, but we really don't care. After our quick pit stop, we headed over to the Paul Mitchell Hair School so I could get my hair cut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORST IDEA I HAVE EVER HAD EVER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the girl I needed a trim and she was all, "Okay! We'll just cut off an inch! So i'm thinking a normal inch. You know the knuckle of your finger inch? Well apparently she's not very good at measuring, seeing as she cut off THREE inches. UGH. Now my beautiful hair that has taken me what seems like centuries to grow out, is gone. The second I got into Hay's car I started tearing up. Sounds like a dumb reason to cry, I know, but I seriously could not help it. I continued to cry, eventually sobbing, for the next hour or so. It's still a very sensitive subject so please don't bring it up for a couple days, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough of that! I have SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much to be grateful for! I'm just being a "whiney bags" as my dad would say. So since this is the month of THANKSgiving, i'm going to start posting things I am grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FAMILY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful sister Hillary. She is always there for me. Even when I tell useless stories ten trillion times and use poor grammar she still loves me! She's helped me to become the person she knew I could be. Strong, smart, talented, and even beautiful(I never thought I was until she told me so). Love her to pieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvOpKIkgQdI/AAAAAAAAABg/huifdfMNE8Q/s1600-h/234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvOpKIkgQdI/AAAAAAAAABg/huifdfMNE8Q/s320/234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400846369711735250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My amazing Grammy. What an ispiration! LOVE HER TO DEATH! (p.s. isn't she STUNNING!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvOt-Bjt-qI/AAAAAAAAACI/cUQQ4B2Ldxk/s1600-h/6620_125811409828_564219828_3112138_6905087_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvOt-Bjt-qI/AAAAAAAAACI/cUQQ4B2Ldxk/s320/6620_125811409828_564219828_3112138_6905087_s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400851659229100706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom. Aka: my twin. Also, one of the funniest people i know (though i usually don't admit it when she asks!). She put up with me when I was a total snot growing up, and even when I am now, which i think is AMAZING! We've been through some rough times, but I know she loves me no matter what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvOuJ0o0ysI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Yz1Lep4wpeY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvOuJ0o0ysI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Yz1Lep4wpeY/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400851861919288002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stepmom Patty! She is such an amazing woman! She listens to all of my boy stories and always seems interested in EVERY aspect of my life, even the parts that aren't interesting at all! Also, she sends me buys me awesome presents because we all know my dad can't do it! Haha Oh! And another thing...she sends me packages full of things I leave at home and even washes my tennis shoes for me! (thanks again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvOuaGtPe8I/AAAAAAAAACY/fjM-2EKnAU8/s1600-h/405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvOuaGtPe8I/AAAAAAAAACY/fjM-2EKnAU8/s320/405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400852141647559618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but certainly not least, my Dad. He is ALWAYS there for me when i'm having a rough day and just need someone to talk to. I don't think he's aware of it, but he always seems to know the perfect things to say to me when i'm feeling down or sad about something. I love him so much and I have been blessed to have him as my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvOumfU2_cI/AAAAAAAAACg/EvfDpD-PHtY/s1600-h/dad.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvOumfU2_cI/AAAAAAAAACg/EvfDpD-PHtY/s320/dad.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400852354414607810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My AZ girls! Can't wait to see you guys in 2 weeks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvOu046yH_I/AAAAAAAAACo/onQi3_4YqoM/s1600-h/5340_137489364828_564219828_3321348_7533238_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvOu046yH_I/AAAAAAAAACo/onQi3_4YqoM/s320/5340_137489364828_564219828_3321348_7533238_s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400852601802727410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my Haley! I don't know what I would do if she wasn't up here with me! She ALWAYS makes me laugh no matter what kind of day i've had. There is never a dull moment with us, and honestly I wouldn't have it any other way. I love that we can have a super deep conversation, and yet our favorite song is Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus. I LOVE THIS GIRL TO DEATH!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvOvAU1W8UI/AAAAAAAAACw/-inC9fN2R9E/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvOvAU1W8UI/AAAAAAAAACw/-inC9fN2R9E/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400852798274728258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I am grateful for TONS more people and things, but I have to do my homework sometime! Remember, there are still a few more weeks left before the end of November. So still plenty of time to blog more about what i'm thankful for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Home by Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: "Come what may and LOVE it!" -Joseph B. Wirthlin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693889609895978134-833217076620682286?l=boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/feeds/833217076620682286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wanna-go-home-ooh-i-miss-you-you-know.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/833217076620682286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/833217076620682286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wanna-go-home-ooh-i-miss-you-you-know.html' title='&quot;I wanna go home, ooh i miss you you know.&quot;'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16750484693210943401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvKCyoo5KLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/r1aGufWwFgk/S220/007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvOpKIkgQdI/AAAAAAAAABg/huifdfMNE8Q/s72-c/234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693889609895978134.post-431056850085881386</id><published>2009-11-04T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:40:16.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm a dreamer who should have known better"</title><content type='html'>I dream to much. Not in the sense that i sleep too much. I'm a college student who rarely sleeps. But, in the sense that i DAYdream too much. I am constantly thinking about things that usually have absolutely NOTHING to do with what i'm doing. For instance, today i was sitting in my American Foundations class(FYI this is the most boring, useless class of all time.), but i could NOT, for the life of me, stop thinking about boys(shocker, i know. get used to the boy talk). While my teacher was talking about...actually i can't remember what he was talking about...well anyway, while he was talking about SOMETHING, i kept thinking about how confusing boys are. One in particular. I can't figure this kid out and it drives me &lt;strong&gt;NUTS&lt;/strong&gt;! I'm sure all you girls out there know what i'm talking about. Those guys that seem soooo interested half the time, than act like you don't exist the other half. Yeah, THOSE guys. This boy is one of them and it drives me mad. I have a horrible tendency to over-analyze things, and this is one of those cases. I find myself sitting in class, when i should be paying attention, weighing all of the different scenarios of how he could feel about me. YUCK. I hate that i do it, yet i can't help it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i started thinking about marriage. I just can't seem to get away from that subject. EVERYONE, and i repeat, EVERYONE here is married. Ugh. Well anyway, i started thinking about how much easier and less stressful life would be if in our Patriarchal Blessing it gave the name of who we were going to marry. I mean, think about it...What if you knew your husband already, but didn't know you were supposed to be married! I mean, i understand that life is full of mysteries that are fun to solve, but come &lt;strong&gt;ON&lt;/strong&gt;! Give me a break here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, for those of you who don't know my current boy situation, i guess i should fill you in. There's this boy. We'll call him BabyFace(because he has one! haha). I like him a LOT. He seems interested. We even went on a date. &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;! Here is the kicker...............are you ready for it????...................he has a GIRLFRIEND. Gag. So there ya go. You are now filled in. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY: this little insightful comment came from my friend Blake Butcher in the library today. while telling him about BabyFace, he said, "Just because there is a goalie, doesn't mean you can't score." Hahahahahaha SOOOO TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE DAY: "Dreamer" by Kari Kimmel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4693889609895978134-431056850085881386?l=boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/feeds/431056850085881386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-dreamer-who-should-have-known-better.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/431056850085881386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4693889609895978134/posts/default/431056850085881386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boysbooksandbruises.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-dreamer-who-should-have-known-better.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m a dreamer who should have known better&quot;'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16750484693210943401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqFLNsl9mbE/SvKCyoo5KLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/r1aGufWwFgk/S220/007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
