Harry Potter

My love for Harry Potter is certainly unhealthy. Like ridiculously so. Today I realized that if ever I were to get a tattoo (not that I am or anything) but it would absolutely be Harry Potter related. That is not even an exaggeration. My tattoo would be Harry Potter related. No doubt.

Da BoBo

Today I decided to blog about one of my little nieces. Now, I love all of my nieces and nephews a whole whole lot and each and every one of them has a special place in my heart. But today I am blogging about the sweet Brenly Belle. Or as she is more commonly known: BoBo, or my personal favorite da BoBo. 

When her mom had her new little (not little anymore, he looks like he is a baby that ate another baby. That kid is huge) baby brother, she stayed over at my house and she has never loved me so much as she did in that weekend. Plus I took her to the hospital to meet her new little bro, just me and her, and I am pretty sure that people thought she was my baby. Secretly I loved it. She is not, just in case anyone was wondering. Anywhoo, the whole weekend she was staying at my house, she would follow me around the house saying my name and if I went in the other room, say, the potty room or my bedroom, she would stand outside the door calling my name and if I didn't come out fast enough, she would start crying. Needless to say I loved it.

 It was hilarious. 

Please excuse my zitty face, but aren't we presh? (Mostly I just wanted to blog about this BoBo because we have this picture together from when we went to California and it is delightful.)

Splendidly Delightful

When my grandpa was bishop, he called himself as a nursery teacher the week that he got released as the bishop. He didn't tell anyone. He just did it. And then the High Council man got up immediately after and released my grandpa from being a nursery teacher and bishop and called him to be a member of the High Council. 

My Grandpa didn't just think about doing this, he actually had the nerve to get up in church and call himself to a really fun calling, which I think is almost inspiring. It makes me want to go through and actually do the funny things that I think of.

What an inspiring man. If only I had been there. It is an awesome story. 

Mostly my Grandpa was just splendid.

The Most Magical Place on Earth

This weekend I went to Disneyland! So much fun!

It was decorated all Christmas-y and cute. This is everyone that went.

Jon, Sheridan, Mark, Vanita, Nathan, Tiff, Rachel, Emily, Chantry, and Meagan

Chantry and I have the same last name, plus we are not even related (that we know of). We are cool.

It was quite cold so we made a line of cuddly-coldness

All the precious girls together. We are cuties.

CALIFORNIA, HERE I COME!

I AM GOING TO CALIFORNIA IN THE NEXT 12 HOURS!! I am seriously sooo excited. I am going with a big group of friends, my first real friends trip. It is going to be awesome and I will make sure to take lots of pictures, and hopefully I will actually blog about this fun experience since I do have my new goal to fulfill of writing something everyday. I am beside myself with joy for this new adventure. I have been needing an adventure in my life and here, this one appears!! WOOT WOOT!

and it would be a dog

According to my niece, if a girl and a girl were to get married they would only "live with a boy and it would be a dog." Therefore it is not good to get married to a girl if you are already a girl.

Curfew

I have a curfew and it sucks. I hate it. I am recently 20 years old and I have to be home at 12. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

A New Goal

Since my major is English Literature and I want to be a high school English teacher, I came up with a new goal last night: I am going to write a little something everyday. It can be something as little as a witty facebook status or as big as a ten page paper for school, but I have to write something everyday. I have my journal I can write in, Blog I can post on, school work papers I have to write, letters to write to missionary boys. Really I can write whatever I want, where-ever I want, but it has to be something every single day. I love reading the written word of other people, so I might as well improve my own writing and the best way to do that is to study the work of others and practice on your own. That is my goal. Peace out world. Perhaps more will appear written on this blog.

My Love/Hate Relationship with Proof-Reading

Once I do it, I love it, I like thinking of new ways of writing something or finding my mistakes and knowing that I made my paper better with my fantastic corrections, additions, or deletions. I even like finding my mistakes, I feel smarter because I was able to find a mistake. But the problem is that it is so hard for me to start proof-reading. I always procrastinate doing it, and my theory is because I don't want to address the mistakes that I made, because, well, I would like to be perfect every time the first time around. I don't like the wake-up call that I get when proof-reading. I am forced to accept, yet again, that I am not as grand as I like to think. Sometimes I like to turn papers in without proof-reading because then I don't have to be brought down to a lower level on the "Rachel-is-really-awesome-building" that I tend to reside in, even if my paper makes me sound like a bigger idiot than I am because I didn't catch mistakes.

Bednar and Boys Bathroom

Elder Bednar came to town and had a fireside. Me and these buds of mine went to it. It was awesome. He is so funny. Did anyone know this beforehand? because I certainly didn't. Also, before the fireside started, I went to the bathroom and definitely started to walk into the boys bathroom. It was awesome.

Sometimes I like to be Creepy with a capitol C,

Mostly when Tiff Tiff and Brenda bribe me with wonderful gifts.

 The bribes: 
Pumpkin chocolate chip muffins homemade by Tiffy, and 
1 shirt exclusively from Brenda (If you know Brenda, you know that she makes really cool shirts).

And all I had to do was one tiny, measly, little thing.
All I had to do was change my relationship status on FB to being in a relationship with a certain boy... he doesn't even have to accept my request for him to be my relationship buddy or anything (I think he denied the "being my FB boyfriend" at present though, sad).
I agreed to this deal in a heartbeat. It's probably the best deal I have ever made in all of my existence.
Now I will be slightly fatter with those muffins in my belly and a fabulous new shirt that I can stretch out with my newly-formed belly.

Big Fat Zero.

Lately I have been having these dreams where I have multiple boys chasing me (usually just two, but occasionally that number grows)... I think it's because my subconscious is trying to make up for reality. In reality the boys chasing me is a big fat zero. Like this: 0. Apparently my mind needs to boost itself up from this dismal and sad number that is in fact zero, and so my little mind makes fictional and nonfictional boys be in love with me. Apparently I have a problem and I just shared it with the world. Please don't mock me for what my subconscious does to me when I am sleeping.

Missionary Girlfriends. BEST. THING. EVER.

Lately I have taken to this group on Facebook. Seriously it is the best thing ever. If ever you are in need of a good laugh and to feel really good about yourself, I suggest joining this group on Facebook. It is called Waiting for a Missionary. These girls have taken fake pregnant pictures of themselves and sent them to their missionaries, love to wallow in their grief of their gone missionary boys, and like to plan their weddings. Oh and my personal favorite, throw hissy fits about their boy's fam. Or discuss what they should do because they have two missionary boys. BEST THING EVER! Whenever I get on that page, I feel so good at my seemingly normal and not-crazy-self. Plus these girls are really good to laugh at. So if ever you are having a downer or just need a good laugh, I recommend this page to you. Or maybe you might be one of these crazies and want to join for realsies. You have been warned. You will be laughed and mocked shamelessly (at least by me). A word of advice though, this is a private group and you have to wait for the girls that are in charge of it to accept your request to join (if you so choose to accept this mission of mockery and laughter), it took forever for them to add me, and those few days were pure torture. My laughter levels -- and therefore my health -- have increased significantly since I was able to join this group.

Poetry will be the death of me.

Poetry is dumb
It makes me inside go numb.
There are no rules,
So it can be written by all you fools.

You can do whatever the crap you want
The stupid words at night will haunt.
And people will think that you are clever,
But really it makes me want my head to sever.

Like Yoda poets talk
And Yoda we should not mock,
Nobody thinks like how poetry is written,
And you don't need to write a poem to show that you are smitten.

Unless the poem is clever or funny,
It should not be written, except perhaps for money.
Perhaps I lack Culture,
But poetry makes me want to be devoured by a vulture.

These are my thoughts on poetry,
And while I am sure you would pay to here my opinion,
My thoughts are here written, free.
If you want you can even become my minion.

School is now in session

Since it has been almost a whole month since I last blogged, I have decided that the time has come for a brand-spanking-new post. This past month has been super eventful and busy and I love it. Plus I started college again. Oh how I have missed school! Crazy I know, but when you go a semester and summer without it, you begin to miss it. Maybe that is only me though. That time definitely helped me to figure out what the heck I wanna do with my life. And now I can work towards that goal. So exciting, I know.

Work started too. I have missed those little kiddies ever so much and I love that I get to work with them yet again, I have the funniest conversations in my daily life now. Nobody has as good conversations as elementary children. 

One of my fourth graders has decided that he loves Oprah. He loves Oprah. Isn't that the most awesome thing you ever heard? His teacher has decided that she loves this little boy as well, and is having him write a friendly letter to Oprah. I asked him about it one day, wondering what sorts of things he would write to his role model, aka Oprah, and because I think that it is so funny that he loves Oprah so much. He said, "I will tell her all about how she changed my life because she taught me to be a good boy and to take responsibility and how to make choices, and then I would tell her my age and she would be amazed." (I kinda made up that quote, he said something similar to that, except the part where Oprah would be amazed was a direct quote from the mouth of little 4th grader boy). He is seriously one of my favorite people to talk too, but it is soooo hard to hold back little chuckles when he talks to you.

Oh, I love my job. It is tiring and sometimes difficult, but the really hilarious kids make it all worth it.

Summer Lovin'

The beginning of the summer Brenda and I made a list of different things that we wanted to do this summer. Work has started up again for me and so that means that summer is almost over. This is the list and I will also let you know what we did and didn't do. I will also give thoughts and feelings on the different things that we have on our list.

* will mean that we accomplished the goal that we set.

Summer Goals

• Take a pottery class* (This was so much fun and I am so glad that I got to take this class with two of my best friends. Plus now I have a whole lot of cool pots that I made now.)
• Go to the Cabin* (This was also fun, except a certain individual was also there and put a damper on our experience)
• California (we probably won't get this one done this summer. How sad)
• Make fudge* (It turned out pretty grainy, but it was a pretty good attempt for our first time of making fudge without any help)
• Cake decorating (we could still do this one...)
• HSM night (hasn't happened yet, but there is still time)
• Speed walking* (This is the bomb. I like it better then running by a whole lot)
• Triathlon (I don't really know why we set this goal, there was no chance we would do this haha)
• Swimming* (luckily I have a pool so this was easily done)
• Crocheting* (We are pro at this. Just kidding we aren't, but we did have nights were we would watch movies and crochet. It was awesome.)
• Aprons*? (I did make an apron by myself so I am not sure if this counts...)
• Drive in movies (don't worry this was planned for a group thing and unfortunately hasn't happened, but there is still time)
• Sewing* (aprons?)
• Friendship bracelets* (we did this. I still haven't finished the one that I am making though)
• Paint* (we painted shirts for the 4th of July)
• Music video (any music video made by Brenda and I would be fabulous on every level and it is a shame that we haven't crossed this one of the list)
• Learn how to do cool eye make-up (That's what Pinterest is for, right? haha)
• Go to the desert or on a hike (it's too hot)
• Job hunting (we didn't do)
• learn to dance (bahahha could never ever do that)
• Garage sale/thrift store shopping* (This is the best! I recommend this to like everyone)
• Remake something (... I don't think we have done this quite yet)
• wood construction (nope)
• Garden (nope, but I think Brenda might have a little on her own)
• Get not fat* (success!!!)
• Make paper (nope, but this would be fun to do with little kiddies)
• Go to Barnes and Nobles and learn to do something from a book (We kind of did it, but I don't think it counts)
• Calligraphy (nope)
• Bake Apple Pie (Brenda baked apple cobbler, and I ate it. Does that count?)
• Make recipe books* (We gave one of our high school friends that recently got married, a recipe book for her wedding present so I think this counts even though Brenda did it all)
• Make Protection Pouches (protection pouches are little pouches that we are going to keep with us always that are going to contain items that will protect us from mystical beings i.e. a silver bullet to save us from werewolves; wooden stake, vampires, etc.)
• Have a tea party (oh I hope we still do this. It would be amazing on so many levels) '

Although we haven't accomplished a lot of the goals that we set, we still did a lot and had so much fun doing them. Plus we also were able to accomplish a lot that isn't on our list. Overall it was quite a fun summer.

I am now an Earth Bender

I am in a ceramics class, and let me tell you. It is fabulous! I love it! Please read my list as I explain just why this class is so wonderful:
1. I am pretty sure that my teacher is gay,
2. I am doing it with my best friends,
3. My ceramics class is basically the only time that I ever see one of my best friends,
4. The weekly tradition of going to U-Swirl afterwards when we are all covered in clay is delightful,
5. My clay turned my hands orange (it looks like I tried out tanning lotion on my hands and no where else),
6. Brenda and I have learned to become one with the clay,
7. I discovered that I am a clay whisperer,
8. The unhealthy love that Brenda and I have for Avatar: The Last Air Bender series has come out to play when we decided that throwing pots is equivalent to becoming an earth bender,
9. The joy and happiness that you get when you finally finish a pot is the best! And every time that you eat out of that bowl, you (mainly I) get filled with a sense of happiness and pride.
Tuesday is my very last day of this class. But I have learned so much and I think that I am ready for a break. One day I plan on taking another ceramics class and becoming pro. If only throwing pots was an Olympic sport, it would be my goal to go to the Olympics for my ceramic skills. Also, one day I will put up pictures of us in the ceramics studio.

Just some friendly jokes.

Why was the tomato blushing?
    Because he saw the salad dressing.

Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. Because then when you do criticize them you are a mile away and you have their shoes.

What were Tarzan's last words?
      Who greased the vine?

The police arrested two boys: one for drinking battery acid and the other for eating fireworks.
      They charged the one and let the other one off.

How do you catch an elephant?
      Hide in the grass and make the sound of a peanut.

Unicorns and Raptures

I love unicorns! (Which is why my blog is called "Ugly Sweaters and Unicorns") Anywhere I go, I always look for unicorn items: Walmart, Goodwill, Target, Ross, Forever 21... Seriously anywhere I go, I look for Unicorns.

One day I was at Walmart clothes pinning (This is a game where you have clothes pins and you try to pin them on people without them noticing. Fun, right?), a normal everyday adventure in the life of Rachel. Anyway my buddy Brenda loves raptures. She always does "the rapture": she puts her hands up in a rapture-esque pose. While we were at Wallymart clothes pinning, we found a bike helmet that was a unicorn and one that was a dinosaur and we automatically assumed it to be a rapture of course. Here are some pictures from this fun little adventure of ours:

If someone were to buy me this unicorn helmet, they would probably become my best friend and I would actually wear a helmet while I rode my bike.... And around my house.... And when driving in my car.... And whenever I had a hott date. Pretty much I would wear it all the time.

Confidence

Confidence in a woman is not shown through exposed skin and skanky pictures. Quite the opposite. Confidence is shown through actions, not needing the attention and approval of peers (but hoping to please those you truly do care about), and feeling happy and content with who you are while still striving to be better. Confidence can be quiet or loud, and can come in as many different varieties as colors. Some are similar, and some are complete opposites.
To show that one is truly confident in their body, they don't need to post pictures of themselves wearing next to nothing in their bedroom mirrors. I think we have all seen those pictures on facebook. Ultimately, confidence comes across far superior with pictures of people doing what they love with whom they love.

Baby Boy Dates

For the past two weeks I have gone on a date each weekend.

 Good right?

Exciting right? 

Wrong.

 Both of my dates have beeen with my two best friends younger brothers.

Who are both still in high school.

 And I was both of these boys first dates.

 One of these first dates happened to be two weeks ago and the other one happened to be a year and a half ago.

These were actually super fun dates and it was nice because neither date had any pressure attached to it and I know both of those boys really well. But it was just kinda funny because I am 19 years old, been graduated from high school for a year, and I went on two dates in two consecutive weeks with little baby boys.

 My goal for this week: Get asked on a date by a boy that is graduated. Preferably the cutie boy in my ward who I have a crush on (also known as Mystery Man or M&M), but regretably have never talked to.

Garage sale!

I haven't done a good post with pictures in quite a long time, so here it goes:

Brenda and I are awesome. Here is why: we don't have boyfriends! YAY! and everyone else does, so naturally we only do things with each other (it is one of our summer goals to get boyfriends, this means we will actually have to go to single activities). We do lots of random things, like crochet, speed walk, make fudge, and.... go Garage sale shopping!!! Seriously it's the best thing ever. I don't know why I didn't do it before. But here are some pictures from our first outing of garage saling and it was indeed a success.

We also went to Goodwill, but didn't buy anything. That is where most of these pictures come from.

A cool organ that both Brenda and I sat down and played with for a while because it's an organ.



I found a unicorn. It had a bow on it's butt and I found that funny.

Brenda aspires to be a flying squirrel one day. Especially a shiny one.

And then to top it off here are our finds for the day! I will also list them and the prices.

• Brenda's red suitcase for only $1 I believe.
• Rachel's grey suitcase for only $2.
• Brenda's picnic basket that looks kinda like a briefcase for only $2.
• Rachel's bigger basket for only $3.
• Brenda got a whole lot of yarn and ribbon for 25 cents each.
• Rachel got one thing of yarn that looks like autumn colors for 25 cents.
• Brenda got a roll of fabric for only $5.
• Rachel got a set of dishes for only $5.
• Brenda got a picture frame for 50 cents.
• Rachel got a purse for $2.
 

 

And that is why everyone should go garage sale shopping all the time. It is awesome.

Greasy pig

One of my little fourth graders said, "Let's get this greasy pig out of the oven" in referring to the class getting ready and leaving to go to Music. I have decided that I am going to start saying this phrase always.

Sparkly Parseltongue

Brenda and I have invented a new word. One day it will be in the dictionary and you will all feel so blessed that you got to read this blog post about it (that is of course if anyone reads this post). The word is.... drum roll please.... da-dda-dadum (that is my drum roll): sparkletongue. Similar to parseltongue, except for having the ability to speak to and understand snakes, Sparkletongue grants you the ability to speak to and understand ridiculous girls. You know the "sparkly" girls that say like every two seconds and OMG and BFF on a regular basis. You know who I am talking about. It is indeed a true gift if you poses the ability to speak sparkletongue. I salute you.

The Master of Awkward Situations

The other night, my friend Connor told me that I am the "Master of Awkward Situations." I am not sure if this is an insult or a compliment. He told me it's a compliment, but I am not sure if I believe him. According to Connor I understand awkward situations and how people will react to them or something. Oh Connor. Every time I see you, it is always memorable.

Hunger Games Midnight Showing!

I LOVE Midnight showings! They are so much fun! And luckily I was able to go to the Hunger Games Midnight showing! It was awesome. Before hand, we borrowed a stencil that one of my wonderful friends from high school made and was kind enough to let us use it and then we spray painted our shirts! it was awesome!

These are some pictures from the night and our super awesome shirts!

Sometimes Brenda and Zach get bored and put colored pencils behind their ears.

Long Hair.

People are always asking me what the secret is to my long hair.

Here is a picture of my hair. Haha, I felt like this picture was appropriate for this post.

Yes, It is long, I am aware.



My Secrets (Please read "secrets" with a whisper and a hiss):
1. It has taken me years to get my hair this long. It didn't happen over night. The last time I cut my hair short-ish was probably in 9th grade.
2. I rarely straighten, curl, blow dry, or use heat on my hair. in fact, my hair is usually in a ponytail, bun, or braid.
3. I don't use very many products in my hair.
4. My hair is greasy, and guess what: I let it get greasy. I think that the natural oils keep my hair strong and healthy, and therefore longer.

*Some of these are just theries, but they have been working for me.

Oh, Well Crap

The other day I was at church (I am now attending the Single's Ward, in case you were wondering) and I was sitting next to one of my old young women's leaders, whose husband is now in the bishopric for the Single's Ward. Well she told me that she is going to tell me who all the cool boys are in the ward, just so I know. haha. Sacrement comes around, and we get the bread and the water, and then a boy in the ward, isn't sure if we got the water so he gestures to us (this caused some confusion, he was thinking "have you gotten the water yet?" and I was thinking "No, we don't need the water." Obviously, we weren't in sink telepathically). Well he walks away, and Sister A leans over to me and says, "He's cute and tall." And then I lean over to her and say "He's dating my best friend." And then she says, "Oh, well crap." And then I laugh. There is a little pause and then she asks, "Is your friend tall?" haha just making sure that this boy is dating a tall girl, because he is tall. Folks, Miya is tall. And then after Sacrement Meeting I go and find Dev Dev and inform him of the funny story that just occured involving me and him.

Why I love Harry Potter

Today I would like to express my love for Harry Potter.
Yes. That is correct. The man/boy with the scar.
The all to wonderful story that kept us all hooked throughout most of our childhood.
The thing that is the main reason why I love reading so much.
The book that taught children life lessons.
The main reason why 11 year olds would check the mail, in hopes of getting a Hogwarts letter.
The reason why the word "muggle" is now in a dictionary.
The topic of many debates.
Countless hours of reading, analyzing, pondering, and predicting.
Full of laughter, heartbreak, tears, and joy.
Priceless characters.
Hilarious names.
Magical creatures.
The place where most of my knowledge of England comes from.
The main reason why socks are so awesome.
Why, if I was a man, I would probably want to grow a beard down to my belly button when I got old.
Explains that chocolate is good for the soul.
The lifelong story of good vs. evil continued.
Love is the most powerful of all magics.
The emergence of many childhood friends.
Plus it even has unicorns in it.
To Ms. J. K. Rowling, I salute you.

Take your pick

The other day at work, I was walking around during the kids' reading time making sure that they were quiet and staying on task, when a fourth grader reading the Guineas Book of World Records book waves me over and asks, "Do you have a boyfriend?" Of course I respond in the negative. He pulls out his book, shows me a picture of like 20 men with their shirts off and says, "Take your pick."
I almost died laughing.

Sometimes I wonder why people are so stupid.

A Guide to Rachel

1. Sleeps my favorite.
2. I think that girls' toenails should always be painted.
3. My favorite times of day are way late at night and early morning.
4. I have a list of future husbands. Some are celebrities/fictional characters and some are boys like Chantry Robinson (we share a last name so that if I were to marry him my last name wouldn't change. Genious.).
5. My middle finger is twisted
6. Ice cream and chocolate = the best way to deal with stress.
7. I am really good at taking breaks
8. Feet gross me out. They are the worst.
9. I love showers and brushing my teeth.
10. I love clothes. And shoes.
11. Laughing is one of my favorite past times.
12. I get overly excited about unicorns and other mythical creatures.
13. My love for Harry Potter is forever abounding.
14. Movies and books are the best. Also the subject of English.
15. I was not made for winter sports.
16. Currently my fingernails and toenails are painted green.
17. Whenever something that cannot be immediately explained happens, the cause is forever and always "magic."
18. I like kids. A lot.

The Rules of Hiking

1. No looking at cute boys (or you will fall down -- Stella learned this from experience)
2. No playing 1,2,3 Weeee when the trail is rocky (this is a game where you are walking with a little child in between two older peoples, they are holding hands and you say 1...2...3... and on weee you send them soaring in the air).
3. Go over rocks slowly.
4. Stay away from the spiky things AKA cactus.

Missionary Boys

I just got some pictures from a certain missionary  boy so I decided to share them with the world.

I think this one of him fishing is my favorite. Also, who would know that you have time to fish in Florida while on a mission?

So, apparently judging by this post, I am missing this boy. He is my best friend and it is so weird to be at home without him being here.

But I do love that I got this e-mail from him with these pictures! YAYA!!!

And I am so grateful that he is on a mission.

Also since he has been gone, I have realized that we do look so much a like. No wonder people asked us if we were related...

Developments of the Exciting Kind.

There are a few new developments that have occurred in the past I don't know... few days.
1. I am Engaged!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOT!! bahahahah
2. I recently got a job to be a Teacher's Aid at Burke Basic Elementary School and I am so very excited!
3. I got called to be a primary teacher for Valiant 10. This class is gonna rock.

That is pretty much it on my exciting new developments. I know they are going to knock your socks off, but not every one's life can be as exciting as mine...

The Best Dream of My Life, or Anyone's Life for that Matter

Today during my nap, I had a really, truly wonderful dream.

To start out:

Michael Buble!
(this picture deserves to be as large as I can make it)

 

At the beginning of my dream, I was working on a cruise ship (I know super random) and Michael Buble was there because he was getting married on that cruise ship. His fiance was there too and a whole lot of other people because their wedding was going to be that day, I think.

Well this fiance of Micheal's (apparently we are now on a first name basis) was a brat. All she cared about was how she looked, which as we all know, equals super lame.

Well they were talking in her bedroom and I accidentally walked in on them because I was supposed to do something in there (Clean perhaps?). 

I noticed that she was a lame head and that Micheal Buble was getting really frustrated with her and her stupidity and vanity.

Well after he was done talking to her, he started talking to me (YAYAYYAYAY) and we were talking about his wedding/marriage/fiance. I was brave and asked him if this girl was really what he wanted and if she would make him happy and he told me no. He said that when they first started dating, he could deal with her vanity, but now all she cared about was looking at herself in the mirror and it was not so wonderful to be around her.

Well I helped him realize that he could do better (like with me maybe?) and that he should not marry this lame-head of a girl.

And then he fell in love with me.

It was awesome.

We were still on a cruise ship so I saw him often and it was super awesome because (in my dream) he was super awesome and really down to earth (I have no idea what he is like in reality).

Also there was a random return missionary boy that was also interested in me that was also present on this cruise ship.

He was super cute and really righteous and wonderful, but I had to decide between Micheal Buble, this random return missionary boy, and CCJ (he was still on his mission in my dream, but he was still part of the equation)

I was worried that I just liked Michael Buble because he was... well, Michael Buble. But he was really awesome in my dream, he respected my standards, opinion, and just myself in general. I also worried that if I chose Michael Buble then I would be famous, which would be horrible I think, but I would be set for life because my boyfriend would be rich and hott and would have the voice of an angel and he could sing sweet nothings into my ear on a daily basis.

However, there was the dilemma that he was not a member of the church and did not have the same standards as me. Plus he wouldn't be able to take me to the temple if I were to marry him, unless of course I converted him. (When I thought about converting him, I thought about how he smokes one cigarette a week because it supposedly helps his voice and I got a little bit sad because he could no longer do that and then perhaps his voice would not be as heavenly, but then again it might get more heavenly because he would be following the commandments and such).

But the return missionary boy was really wonderful too. He treated me right and he was really patient with me, was righteous, had high standards, and could take me to the temple.

And then Caleb was in the back of my mind the whole time too.

All those boys were really wonderful to me and respected my decision and they let me decide who I was going to chose and didn't try to force me one way or the other.

Plus Michael Buble was in love with me!

It was Awesome.

Best dream ever!

Can you imagine this:

Being in love with me!?

P.S. I woke up never making a decision, because who could, really?