Thanks!!!

I just wanted to say thanks to those of you who commented on my last blog!

It really does mean a lot and it is nice to know that someone cares :)
You guys rocks!
Good to know that all I have to do to generate blog comments is risk my life :) jk

Anyway....
I'm feeling...better.
I'm going to physical therapy three times a week because my left arm from my elbow to my shoulder doesn't work. And by doesn't work I mean I can't move it and it is numb...so it basically just hangs there unless I use my right hand to move it.
I keep discovering bruises I didn't know I had before and for some reason my bruises seem to be getting darker. What gives?
Here are some pictures of my bruises...not all because that would be boring.
Not like these aren't boring but at least it is a new blog right?

My Shoulder

Under my left forearm


My leg...or my arm... I think my leg

My left arm

Pride Cometh Before The Roll

At about 6:11 am (central time) I decided it would be fun to practice my stunt car driving skills.

Ok- actually Sophie Smith and I were on our way to Nauvoo from Rexburg and we got to Pella IA (about 3 hours from Nauvoo) and I must have fallen asleep/closed my eyes because I rolled my jeep three times.

I don't remember anything before the rolling besides saying "man! I can't believe how awake I am and we're going to be home in 3 hours!" Sophie says we were having a conversation and she reached down to her feet for something and I lost control (closed my eyes) and over corrected and we flipped/skid three times, eventually landing right side up. Sophie thought the car was going to explode so she kept telling me to get out but my arm had gone through the driver side window so it was cut/not going anywhere. She ran to help me out and she said I was really really white, even my lips were white, and she kept telling me to sit down. I really don't remember much about waiting for the ambulance it is (understandably) a blur.

We called our parents (3 hours away) and were taken to the hospital and tested. We both have lots of cuts and huge bruises but not a SINGLE broken bone or anything major.

We are TRULY TRULY blessed! The airbags didn't deploy and when we went back to get the stuff from the car we were amazed that we were able to walk away. If we didn't have our seatbelts on we would for sure be seriously injured...actually dead. We would be dead because the whole area around us in the cab of the car is smashed in and our seatbelts held us in place.

It really is a miracle!

beside the fact that my arm was hanging out the window and I can't lift it and it is numb (they say it isn't broken, I believe them) our injuries were minor. Of course were are incredibly sore form whiplash and such but we walked away without injury!

(which is more than I can say for my totaled Jeep)

Actually without injury would be a little bit of a fib. I love my hair (as is evident by this blog!) and I was in such a state of shock that my hair started falling out! Gross I know, but it isn't just like little pieces of hair, huge chunks of my hair! It is sick! I feel like Jo on Little Women when she cuts her hair and her sister says, "your one beauty!" :(

I can't complain though! I'm ALIVE! WE are alive! We truly truly truly are blessed, it is a good thing we said our prayers before leaving!

Oh- and Sophie and I did suffer a casualty. They had to cut our bra's off for our chest scans and Sophie was wearing he favorite bra and I was wearing my ONLY bra! I had just packed the day before and thought, oh I know...I'll get rid of all of these bras I never wear and I'll buy amazing new ones when I get home.

And Sorry to anyone who got a text from me this morning with a picture of me on a stretcher with some comment "guess I should have taken a nap" or something like that. I guess I was trying to channel my shock into humor and that was NOT funny but I was delusional.

Sorry

Hug????

I want a hug.
Not because I'm in a bad mood because at this moment my mood seems to be ok, but instead of craving food (which I should be because I went grocery shopping all of once this semester-I told myself I'd only eat when I went on a date...and we see how well that turned out- jk but I did only go grocery shopping once this semester ) like a normal human being would be, I am craving a hug!
That is all.
And you know what is the next best thing if you can't give me a hug? A comment :)



PS:
This is for you Jake ;)

Sexy arms AND sexy face!

#64

# 64 in my book: 2,001 Things to do Before You Die (which I made reference to in this blog) is "Eat Alligator"

Well after tonight I can check #64 off the list!

My friends Lydia, Jason, Carson, and I went to BJ'S Bayou in Robert's Idaho where we ate alligator tail!


Honestly it tasted like chicken!
Hmmm...what if they gave us chicken and just told us it was alligator (head-scratching).

Anyway...the place was kind of weird but fun all at the same time.
We were the only ones there and the waitress basically sat with us the whole time, it was strange.
Nevertheless I ate alligator!!
Woot!!

To Tell or Not To Tell...That Is The Question

"Like anyone would be, I am flattered by your fascination with me."
-Alanis Morissette

Hmmm...I'm not quite sure Alanis got it right with that lyric.
Are we REALLY flattered when someone is fascinated with us or does it freak us out?

I've always thought it would be fun to have a stalker or someone that had a crush on me. I thought it would be a self esteem booster. But never having been in that situation it is hard to gauge exactly how I would react.

When people have crushes on their friends or are attracted to their friends is it better to just let that go unspoken or should you tell them? It doesn't seem like it would hurt to tell your friend you are attracted to them, but most people don't know how to take a compliment like that. Because in the end that is really all that it is, it is a compliment. Nothing needs to be read into it but something always does get read into it.
On the other hand...I do see where it could get awkward.
I have a male friend who has a female friend and one day this female friend confessed a crush on this male friend. The male friend politely said that he didn't return affection but would enjoy still being friends.
No harm done right?
But in most situations I don't think the "crushee" can keep their cool like my male friend did.
It seems to me that if you tell your friend you've kind of got a thing for them they start pushing you away so you won't get even more attached to someone that doesn't return "crush" feelings. And that seems considerate to an extent but then that means you are losing a friend.
Which is why most people just keep their mouth shut. Because there is no need to lose a friend just because no one knows how to properly take a compliment.

Cologne: Helping Ugly Guys Look Handsome

I know it's been said before (never in my blog) but cologne can be a magical thing. Recently my roommate and I have been distracted in church because some man smells SO good!
There is a limit. Too much cologne screams "I'm a tool!"

Plus cologne isn't the only thing that works to make a man look more attractive than he really is. The other day in one of my classes the guy sitting in front of me smelled like a bar of soap and it smelled so good! I couldn't concentrate because he smelled so good! And I have NEVER looked at this guys twice, he isn't very attractive to me at all, but because he smelled good I was masked. Soap, laundry...basically anything that smells clean.

The same type of thing happened to me in my Russian class today. Except it had nothing to do with smell. I know I've said it before (I even wrote a blog about it) but I'm a huge fan of well toned arms.
(a delicious zack efron arm! look at the veins and lack of hair!!! I love it!!)

Well a guy in my class today who isn't attractive to me AT ALL, was holding a book up in-between the rows so the person in the seat across from him could read it. His arm was SO attractive. It looked just like the one in the picture and I couldn't focus! I was staring and grinning like a creep! But I couldn't help it! And for the whole time he was holding up that book there was no one as attractive as him.
haha

Grody part 2

My friend told me today, after saying my name incorrectly which I think he said he did on purpose, that he peed in the shower the other day which made him think of me.
(In response to my Grody! blog)
That, my friends, is grody!

haha

(To my friend who peed in the shower-who might read this even though you said you couldn't "commit" to reading my blog-I didn't use your name because I wasn't sure if you'd be embarrassed and then next time I see you you'd give me one of those looks you give me sometimes :)

I'm forgotten and not yet gone...

First off listen to #57 on my playlist on the right: "Fred Jones Part 2" by Ben Folds
really....don't pretend you are listening...actually listen.

I have always had this problem where people mean more to me than I mean to them. I've also been plagued with an amazing memory so I basically never forget anyone. This isn't a joke, just ask my friend Amanda. (ok, she is in Russia so you can't ask her, but honestly...I remember EVERYONE, first name, last name, possibly even their birthday)

So imagine my sadness as I am getting ready to leave Rexburg for the last time and never come back. I have made friends here who I know for a fact I will never see again. And it is ok that I'll never see them again because I know they'll be in my memory but I'm afraid I won't be in their memory. Especially since some of them are still going to be here having fun with their other friends and new people they meet and I'll be out of sight out of mind.
I care way too much what people think of me, which is why I try to make as big an impression on them as I can so they can't forget me but it is inevitable. And I know people forgetting me isn't the worst thing that could happen but in my head it is! I am crazy I know....it shouldn't make me cry....I shouldn't worry about it. I just want everyone to have a "Tacy Void" when I'm not around. haha.
So basically I'm just sad to be leaving everyone. I'm glad that I'll be done with school but I've become so comfortable with it that I am terrified to leave. I don't know if I'm ready. I know that is to be expected but I'm really not taking it very well....at all.

I did have a guy tell me the other day (I gave him a ride cause he was limping and it made me sad) that if he never sees me again he'll look forward to seeing my shining smile in the afterlife. haha. I guess my smile made an impression on him.
Ok...I'll stop crying now...maybe :)
ps: it is never a good idea to leave me alone with my thoughts for too long. I'm my own worst enemy when it comes to that.
pps: this blog makes me seem incredibly needy. If you don't already know that I'm needy then it is a good thing you found out this way instead of having to experience it first hand.

Grody!

Grody: (gro-dy) nasty, dirty, disgusting, foul, revolting, yucky; slang from grotesque

I was reading a beauty magazine (don't read them...they'll only make you feel ugly! confused? refer to my last blog) and came across an article about being grody.

The magazine polled about 1,000 women and asked them questions about their hygiene.

Here is one that really grossed me out:

Have You Ever Peed In The Shower?
more than 75% of women polled admit to it
"Let's start with a few facts: toilet flushing accounts for almost 27% of indoor water use in a home. The amount used per flush ranged from a gallon in eco-friendly model to a whopping seven in older types. Where are we going with this? We beseech you: Save water! Save the planet! Pee in the shower! OK, we won't insist, but it isn't really that gross. Unless you have an infection, urine is sterile and nontoxic. Proponents of "urine therapy" even believe it can help treat athlete's foot. Heck, Dr. Billy freely admits that he is a shamless shower squirter."

ok... I have had this discussion with friends in the past and I think I am the only one who finds this disgusting! I guess guys do it on a regular (is that true male readers?) but for girls it seems that much more grody.
What do you think?

Trust Me

I'm running out of things to post.......

Remember back in 99 there was a song on the radio that wasn't really a song it was just a guy talking to music?
That song gives some great advice! I've posted the lyrics and highlighted a few of my favorite lines.....If you want to listen to it, it's #11 on my playlist on the right.

"Everybody's Free....To Wear Sunscreen"

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…
I will dispense this advice now:
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked
….You’re not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you.
Sing.
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary
…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can
…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.
Dance.
…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen…

Sorry To Disappoint

In response to my mom's comment on my last blog:
"...I hope you are as worried about your school work as you seem to be about men/women relationships lately."

I just thought I'd let you know that no, I am not as worried about my school work.

It is terrible I know but every high school/college senior has known the feeling.

And I wouldn't say I'm "worried" about men/women relationships, but they have been occupying my thoughts lately. Probably because I'm about to graduate from "BYU-I Do".

Is it possible for a girl to complete four years at BYU-Idaho without a single date?

the answer: yes.

I don't know how I achieved it, but I did.

My sister achieved the same fete! (she did do some one on one 'hanging out' but a date is Planned, Paid For, and Paired Off)

It isn't the end of the world, and I obviously haven't melted or internally combusted or anything but it is still kind of weird.

I hate to toot my own horn (that's a lie) but I think I'd be a fun date! I know how to keep a conversation going and I think I know how to have fun.

Too bad no one at BYU-Idaho will ever find out.

Well I guess that isn't entirely true...there are still twenty something more days left until I can officially claim to have graduated 100% dateless, but who is kidding who here?

That is IF I graduate. If I keep "worrying" about men/women relationships and keep not worrying about school I might find myself another semester to find a date.

ENDNOTE:

I swear if I get a single comment that says something to the effect of "don't base your academic success on the amount of dates you've gone on" or "don't 'worry' about it, I still love you" I'll scream. Now that I think about it I probably shouldn't have posted this blog, but what is done is done! Please don't confuse my blog as a plea for sympathy. I don't need sympathy! Perfectly amazing girls go years dateless all the time! Right?