so many feels

Over Conference weekend I got to flip through the May issue of Reader's Digest, and I found a little article that I loved. 

"...Feeling Misunderstood Hurts, Literally:

When your sister doesn't get why it's so important that she attend your husband's party, it hurts--physically and emotionally. Researchers found that feeling misunderstood makes people less tolerant of physical pain. Those who felt they were perceived accurately during conversations with strangers were able to keep their hands in ice water longer (a common test of pain tolerance) than those who didn't feel understood. That's why being with someone who really gets you can make you feel ready to conquer the world."

It's just one of those "Did You Know..." one-pagers, but I got really excited because this is a thing! It may mean that I will hurt for the rest of my life, but now I understand. It's nice to be a little validated about your feelings.

easters

I wore a skirt made from one of my mom's dresses from the '80s,

and my trusty Old Navy shirt that I wear like 3.5 times a week when it's warm (I own 5 of them).

I scared everyone in the home ward with my new hair. I am a whole new woman, apparently.

My sweetest cousin surprised me and Megan with our very own Easter basket!
I always forget that I actually really like jellybeans. Maybe only on holidays.

And we hung out with all the babies.
It was a good Easter Sunday.

guess what i did last night?

yay bathroom selfies.

I've had the itch for months.

Months.

I just needed to do something.

However, I actually liked my hair 

and I spent a lot of money on highlights in October

so I put it off.

But it's just been one of those weeks.

Months.

And I needed something.

So I put my lovely neighbor/future roomie to work!

Color. Cut. Brow tint. Lash tint.

It was a crazy night.

I promise that one eyebrow isn't darker than the other. I just am an awkward angle.

Can we talk about how weird it is to have eyebrows?

Like, I know they look normal, but I feel like a clown.

I've never had visible eyebrows before!

I think that's the biggest change. It's throwing everybody off.

Also, no mascara for weeks!

Even though it was an itchy & twitchy 10 minutes of keeping my eyes closed, 

I am a huge fan of the lash tint. 

I might have to keep this up.

I'm really excited to do it myselfand play with it.

It's just really soft right now.

I love change! I love red!

my abnormal drinking habits

I'm cafe hopping today because being in the library makes me ill, and I have a test to take tonight.

During my first leg I encountered the power couple of all power couples. 

She had the greatest shaved head, and he had the most legit stars&stripes skinny jeans.

They sat for a few minutes eating/drinking things I'm not cool enough for, 

when he suddenly looked up at her and said, 

"Wanna go on a road trip?"

AND THEN THEY LEFT. TO GO ON A ROAD TRIP.

I want that.

Then I left and got another drink, and I remembered this day:

(I carried all three of these around with me all day and people thought I was crazy. I am.)

If I had money, this would be every day. I love to drink things! And I love Sonic ice!
Also, I have a weird obsession with Mawka Moka's Chai Latte. So if you want to buy me something...

my true feelings about BYU sports do not apply to tennis

 Did you know I played tennis?

I did once. I think I took lessons for one season.

I'm not very good, but I love it.

Here at the Villa, I happen to have a friend who is very good, and is obsessed.

So, we watch tennis.

 

At the BYU Men's matches, you get free pizza. 

At Spencer and Daniel's intramural match, you bring your own pizza,

and wear shirts that say Team Dancer (or Spaniel).

Tips: 

bring a charged cell phone: you love tennis, but 5 hours is long, and you don't want to interrupt the Asian

whistling is a good alternative to cheering

men named Daniel might not like the attention, but don't let him blame you if they lose

pizza