Food for thought: Stereotypes.

It's funny, the way every sport has a stereotype, and whether or not people believe it, it's proved to be pretty true.
From day one at the sports camps, when we're doing check-in, as they walk in you can pick out right away which camp they'll be attending.
The gymnasts walk different than the basketball players, but so do the tennis girls.
The soccer girls all wear their Hawaiian sandals (along with everyone else in Provo) and the runners show up with pony tails and running shorts.
There are hardly similarities between the way the basketball, rugby, tennis, and golf guys act.
I'm not sure why each group has a different personality, or how each sport got assigned the stereotype they did. But it's surprisingly accurate... in the most positive way though. Stereotype has the connotation of everything negative, but these kids really are for the most part incredibly great kids.
So I suppose they're the stereotypes minus the negatives.
It's weird, like where did the stereotypes even start anyway?

A Salt Lake Day Trip.

Holla for the Happy Life.

I don't feel at peace when my blog isn't caught up, so I'll definitely be filling in the gaps, but in reality, I haven't actually posted for two weeks. ooops.

but right now, I'm seriously living the life. 

I make a set of ten new best friends each week. [& get left with a real hard goodbye at the end.]
I have funny experiences. and too much time-- to run, and sleep and eat.
I'm making money, and getting free housing & meals.
& I still have time to hang out with my best friends, for lunch meet-ups, or weekend adventures.

& I'm so so so happy.

Dating Advice: Kindness Matters.

You're right, I'm only eighteen and therefore not the most experienced when it comes to dating, but that poor 25ish year old must've missed the kindness lesson in Kindergarten. (note: all fake names) 

[Counselor table in the cafeteria. Currently three girls, one guy (probs a Type C) involved in conversation.]

Girls: *talking about their roommates for the week*
Girl 1: Oh yeah, I'm with Sarah. 
Guy: Oh, she's like the one with the squished face!
Girls: *pause, all giving a confused look towards him like didyoureallyjustsaythat??*
Guy: Well like, she's super pretty! Her face is just all like squished like! I'd still date her though! (yes, that many 'like's')
Girl 2: (changing the subject) So who is your DC? (the counselor's counselor)
Girl 3: We have Liz. 
Guy: Oh is she like.. like really.. not that appealing?
Girl 1: Uhm, what? She's super pretty. 
Guy: No, but like, she's not fun, at all. 
Girl 2: No, she great! 
Guy: Oh, so she's the one with like the huuuge hair! 
Girl 3: (finally) You give thee WORST descriptions of people!! 

Guys, this conversation really happened. Shortly followed by this one:

Guy: Well guys, my roommates both got engaged over the weekend... so that just leaves me again. *looks around at each girl* I'm the last one... again.. This keeps happening to me!*Looks at all of us one more time* Like I wouldn't mind being married at all. Oh boy, I'll have to find new roommates again.. Wow, plus I'm even older than all of them... *eye contact again* I mean it's just weird it happens this way, you know? *Tried to lighten the mood with an awkward laugh*

Poor guy, I do feel bad for him.. but just please bless he figures it out.

The Daily Schedule.

7:30.....breakfast.
9:00.....drop off the girls at practice.
9:15......run/workout, and stretch (potentially more stretching than exercising)... shower, or nap, or just chill.
11:30....or 12ish lunch. [aka social time] for 2ish more hours.
2:00......meet up with other friends while they eat lunch. [more social time] or nap, or run errands, or play the piano, anything goes.
3:30.....meeting and back to work.
4:00.....dinner. seven peaks, dances, creamery, free snow cones, karaoke, bowling, games, parties.. the greatest of times.
10:00...bedtime
11:00...[or 2am] lights out.

Life is Goood. {3 o's}

Monday Funday?

I didn't get an e-mail back today for the first time & it was a relief.
Gymnasts have got a definite personality and I still envy their strong little bodies.
I like to think I'll always be a gymnast at heart.
My girls finally lightened up to me and this week is going to be a good one.
My knack for remembering names finally resurfaced.
Lunch with Madd was good, & my High School friends will always be my closest ones.
I admit the counselor's I work with are cuties, and that one was working those chaco's like I've never seen before.

Happy Monday.

"We all want to know, how it ends."

Happily Ever After ~He Is We

You'll be home & I'll be wrapped up in your arms again before we even know it.
Or will I ever be wrapped up in your arms again?
...Will I find arms that hold me better?
...Will you find one who fits better than I did?
...Before I even get another chance?
...Will I give you that chance?

...answers sure would be nice. Although I am just grateful I'm not the one saying goodbye right now. Somehow I go lucky enough to get a year head start. My heart aches when I watch the goodbye's. Two years is a whole lot shorter than you think, but it doesn't make it hurt any less.

Sometimes you don't realize how much you cared until they're gone.