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Wednesday, September 15, 2010

may or may not have turned this in, and gotten an A.

The head cheerleader and the captain of the football team fall in love, a match made in heaven right? More like a match made in some teenaged chick flick. The point-guard on the basketball team or the captain of women’s volleyball team are always thought of as being ideal boyfriends and girlfriends but are they really, or is this cliché getting a little old?  I think this aged idea of a perfect romance needs to be rethought, someone needs to bring to attention the trials of a mixed athlete relationship and realize that it is almost unrealistic that an athlete and a non athlete can live happily ever after.
Athletics are great don’t get me wrong, especially at BYU. We’re lucky enough to have nationally ranked teams in many different sports, which means we have many very talented athletes walking around campus. But that doesn’t mean they are dateable!  A lot of good things come out of being a collegiate athlete: discipline, commitment, a good work ethic, a sense of identity, etc. those are all fantastic attributes, but I think the cons out- weigh the pros in this situation. But what are the negative factors here? Well let me tell you.
First of all, do you know how much time it takes to participate in a sport? Practices can be 3 or 4 hours a day 5 days a week. That doesn’t count games or matches, which can be up to 3 times a week depending on the sport! Pile that on top of classes and homework, where does the social life come in? To develop a successful relationship with someone, you must spend enough time with him or her to really get to know them. Take the football team for example: they practice like 4 hours a day, take at least 12 credits a semester, and play games every weekend. How do you keep a relationship alive when you have to work around that schedule? I might not be Dr. Phil, but relationships are hard enough without the added stress from a time crunch.
This time crunch brings me to my next point. It takes a lot to be a college level athlete; it takes years of preparation, practice, and commitment. This means that ever year since the third grade, this specific sport has been the main focus of the athlete’s life. Now when you focus so much on the game you’re playing, do you think they had much time to focus on a career? Granted athletes are given tutors, academic advisors, and study halls to keep their grades up for eligibility requirements, that is pretty much where it stops. Athletes put their heart and soul into what they play and don’t give much thought to the future career. It would be great to bank on the fact that they could go pro in what they do, but according to a NCAA study in 2007, statistics show that out of the 21% of college athletes that plan on going pro, only 2% actually make it. Now I don’t mean to sound like a pessimist, but those odds aren’t looking too great. The odds of dating and marrying that 98% left over that have dedicated their whole lives to this sport, not giving a moment of thought to a real career, are pretty high.
So let’s say that you fall in love with one of these 98% and get hitched. You may think you’ve married some studly dude or a girl with a hot bod, but trust me, everyone gets old and fat eventually. Your newly found husband or wife has always had the identity of the “athlete” so what happens when they aren’t that anymore? They will continue to live in the glory days forever. Do you really want to be 48 years old, sitting on your porch listening to the time when your spouse made the winning goal back in 2009?
And then there comes the next issue: locker room talk. For centuries various teams have had these private “bonding times” where they can sit around and gossip about the latest girls they smooched, or the latest boys they played. No one in their right mind would want to be subject to this humiliation! And there is no stopping it, because you can’t be in with them preventing the situation. If you enjoy having all of your darkest secrets broadcasted to your peers, be my guest! But don’t say I didn’t warn you.  
It may sound as if I want athletes to be single forever, which is entirely not the case. I love dating, and hope to get married and start a family. All I’m saying is that athletes dating non-athletes is hard to work out. If you do decide to try it out, don’t forget the many obstacles standing in your way. I have found that when dating someone who isn’t an athlete, they don’t quite understand all of the reasons why we do what we do. I think the world would be a better place if we stuck by the rule athletes date athletes, and non athletes stick with non athletes. That way there would never be conflict of interest, we would understand each other’s schedules, and not complain when we couldn’t spend every moment of every day with each other.
            If there is still doubt in your mind that things are easier than I make them out to be, I hope to squash that idea with my last point. Hold on ladies and gentlemen, this might surprise you. No matter how hard you try, you will always be second to their team. You just won’t be able to measure up! Not because you aren’t as nice or fun, but because of the reasons I listed above. You will be second priority in time spent, you will be the one nagging them about a future career, you don’t treat them like the star that their team-mates do, and you don’t have the special type of bond that comes with being a part of a team. It is nothing personal, they just will never love you like they love their team. And when you’re on the sidelines watching your boyfriend or girlfriend chant with the team, “we’re number one, we’re number one!” after winning the big game, do you want to be thinking, “I’m number two”?

            

awkward turtle.

a few days ago i had my recent worst nightmare come true.
you may be imagining me showing up to school without clothes on, or perhaps me getting my credit card denied at some fancy store that is too expensive for me to be shopping at in the first place, but no, those aren't my worst nightmares.
recently, i've been focusing all of my facebook stalking on a particular girl who i will never name. now i realize you already think i'm a huge creep for admittedly facebook stalking her in the first place, but i do believe i'm justified in doing so, but i won't share my justification because for those of you who know my current situation, the "mystery girl" is far too easy to figure out.
well the other day, i saw her on campus.
yes, yes, this was a huge deal for me. because it actually hit me that although i know every single thing about this girl, her hobbies, her friends, who she is dating, what she did this summer.... she doesn't even know i exist. this is kind of a weird feeling. i guess that's why they call it stalking, it's the only word that fully embraces the level of creepiness displayed when partaking in the activity. 
i immediately regret writing this all down, but i'm too lazy to delete it,
so please just don't tell anyone about this.
that's all.

Monday, September 13, 2010

happily never after.

we are one confused society when it comes to "once upon a time" 
we are raised with fairy tales teaching us that the good guys come out on top and love conquers all. but then when we least expect it life slaps us in the face, sucker punches us really. it happens the first time we test the waters, the first time we fall hard for someone, but they weren't there to catch us. thats when our faith in happily ever after all comes unraveled. 
this is completely wrong though! i mean, i have faith that that mind set is wrong. we are all going to get the happily ever after that we deserve. we get what we put in though, as long as we are willing to keep an open mind and accept change in our lives, each new addition or subtraction from our lives will benefit us, further moving us in the direction that will ultimately be our fairy tale come true.
"be strong and of good courage, you are truly royal spirit daughters of almighty god. you are princesses destined to become queens. your own wondrous story has already begun. your once upon a time is now."
-President Uchtdorf

sorry dudes, but there aren't any precious quotes about your kind.
the moral of our story is, it's OUR story. if you want a happy ending, make a happy ending! accept change, and don't regret anything. everything happens for a reason and someday it will all make sense. and when it does, that's when we'll know we've found our prince charming.
that's all.

celeb-pretties.

these lovely people are worth looking up to, or at least looking at. 

Sunday, September 12, 2010

it aint over till the skinny, slightly brain damaged, famous for no good reason, lady sings. plus kanye.

i have been inspired by the VMA's. now there were many amazing performances this year, i was so impressed by Eminem, Rhianna, Justin Bieber, Usher, etc. but with good, there has to be bad. i would like to know which brainiacs decide who gets to be famous.... because i would like to give them a noogie. i'm not sure when the turning point was in which class turned into trash, but here are my thoughts on a few of our most beloved celebrities. 

Lady Gag...a
i admire her guts... but that's about it. Lady G actually does have mad pipes, she's a very very talented singer, but it seems as if every time i see her being interviewed, performing, or walking down the street, i have a sudden urge to kill a bunch of kermit the frogs. i think she got dropped one too many times as a baby or something, because she is just down right weird. perhaps one day she'll realize how badly she scarred us pop culture fans. but at least she left a mark, eh?

ke$ha
i was quite pleased when i found that tiger picture, i think it's the best she's ever looked. ^^
she may have coined the phrase "the party don't start till i walk in" but quite honestly, i walk out of the party as soon as i hear this song. i think she could be quite a lovely girl if she 1. bought herself a brush 2. fired her stylist and 3. realized that $ isn't actually a letter in the english alphabet. 
p.s. i'm still waiting for the day when she recovers from the hangover and discovers Mick Jagger is NOT an attractive man.... someone get that girl some black coffee and bread. 

Nicki Minaj
for a while there i was seriously considering sending her a strongly worded letter about how she needs to stop comparing herself to Barbie, because Barbie is a classy lady with many different careers, not a strange "singer" who has better facials than lyrics. but then i realized that she makes an excellent pair with lil wayne, and anyone who lil wayne deems decent, i will accept. free weezy. but seriously, she's the nightmare on elm street, and she's playing Freddy. 

kanye west
he's a legit rapper, i just wanted to point out what a total ron-mo (pig latin for moron) this guy is.

that's all.  


Wednesday, September 8, 2010

stay classy san diego

after months and months of stress, i finally turned in my broadcasting application! 
i honestly thought this day would never come.
here is the video i submitted for entrance! don't critique it. if you said it was bad it would be like me telling you your first born is the ugliest thing that has ever graced the earth. 
now it's just a waiting game until they make their decision, so pray for me!! 
that's all. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aLe_lT1Q4AA

all is fair in love and provo.

being single sucks. there is no way to sugar coat that, or make it sound not so "desperate provo girl" but the truth is, that's exactly what i am. 
does this make me proud? no. do i want people to realize this about me? no. 
but is it about time i finally fess up? yes. 
we all come to p-town with different goals, to graduate with a degree, not fail American Heritage,  become really good at haircuts... whatever. but there is one thing we all have in common, no matter how hard we try to deny it. 
it's the one of the only reasons we come to Provo for school. there are a million cosmetology schools, universities, and UVU-esque institutions all over the country that would be more convenient, more exciting, and have better weather. 
we're here to get hitched.  
disagree all you want, but i see right through you. see you might not have realized it right off the bat, but somewhere in your subconscious you knew this was your best bet for love. Provo is like one big episode of the Bachelor Pad. except more pretty women and not as many pretty men. and we don't get to all live in one big mansion and swim and drink all day and night, and then make out with every person we see. (that last part is debatable) okay so maybe it's nothing like the Bachelor Pad, so just disregard that last spiel.  
i never used to be this relationship crazed girl who bases self worth off of her current dating situation. i blame that on provo, and all the dang happily married people here. 
the fact of the matter is, i don't think it's marriage that we all crave, it's companionship. 
is it asking too much just to have someone there for me? someone to hang out with when i had a bad day, vent to when Dayna and Stevi aren't home, and someone to laugh at my jokes no matter how stupid they are. i mean, i guess a dog would work. but Alpine doesn't allow those. 
that's all. 

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

honky tonk, badonkadonk.

Kim K has the most celebrated butt in the history of the world, in my opinion. but why is it cool for her to have a big butt, but a complete disaster for every other young woman in america? because her confidence of it makes it cool. if all of us embraced our curves like miss kardashian, guys might think we were hot too.
that's all. 

Monday, September 6, 2010

and so the swan turned into an ugly duckling.


humans are supposed to progress. start with nothing and turn it into something. be a no one and become a someone. start homely and become a princess. 


so what do i do if i did it backwards? i was born a swan.  i was an established, SAG card carrying, money making, actress by the age of 6. by the time i was 8 i didn't even need to audition anymore, i got the job if i showed up. on top of all that i was making enough money to support my endeavors in LA without my parent's financial help, even though our family lived in Idaho.  . 

so how on earth do i build on that? i've been going downhill since i was 12 years old and decided to have a "normal" childhood. as girls grow up, we are supposed to be constantly progressing and learning. and here i am stuck in a rut, envying the 6 year old me that was set for life. don't get me wrong, i'm not opposed to having my college paid for by little me, but i feel like i did life backwards. i'm craving success, but no success can beat what happened when i was still in grade school. 
and so the swan turned into an ugly duckling. 
that's all. 

You Always Want What You Can't Have.


that's all. 

welcome to AV where the players play...

Alpine Village is where it's at, i can't deny that. But sometimes i feel as if room 125 is the only apartment uneffected by this chronic disease known as Alpine pride. get over yourself people. this is what alpine is really like:

living in a shoe box
sure, it's a great shoe box. it is a shoe box that probably contained a great pair of Christian Louboutin or Michael Kors pumps, but that doesn't make it any less of a shoe box. 
if our shoe box room wasn't small enough, they had to make the closets a match box. this is simply unfair, because i would be willing to bet someone those Clou Noeud Spike Christian Louboutin's pictured above that there isn't a single girl here that can fit all of her clothes in her closet. 

self proclaimed popularity
this is pretty self explanatory, and although there is no need to elaborate i'm going to. really people? there is an alpine village hierarchy that rivals the Queen of England herself.  it throws us all back to grade school, but popularity is isn't based upon who has the nicest lunch box or who doesn't have to ride the bus because they have a cool older sibling that can drive them, it is completely dependent upon who thinks they are cool. 
i guess if i had any tiny bit of self confidence i could just strut outside and join them... but i'd rather not get shoved in a locker. 

provo bros 
if for a second you thought that the infamous "Provo Bros" we starting to become extinct, i'll have you know the new generation is alive and well here at Alpine. not only are the bros thriving, i think it's safe to say AV is the new breeding ground. if you find yourself wondering, "what on earth is a provo bro?" number one, you've obviously never been to a party in provo, and number two count your blessings. if you ever see a guy wearing a tank top, neon board shorts, ray bans, and a well known brand of flip flops, run as fast as you can the other way. 
now, i have nothing against these certain items of clothing, in fact i myself have been known to sport ray bans and own a few pair of rainbows, but it is the man inside of the outfit. get married already.

that's all.