Prime Times

"I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I feel like this."
This tired.



My days are starting to overspill into my nights, and my body hates me for it. Let's be real, I'm a little grumpy and have too much to do. And the fact that my stomach is starting to yell at me for ignoring its needs is a great addition to the day. But I've got a bag of chocolate waiting for me at home and a jug of grape juice, so I think I'll survive the day.
I'd like to think that I'm pretty well established in my new life here in Provo… When it comes to work, school, and social life at least. I've become a professional at the work and social aspect of things… But I'm struggling to find a balance between those two things and my lovely school crap. Haha. My priorities have been needing some adjusting. We'll get there, we'll get there. And when I say we… I mean I. This last little bit, I've felt like my life has been moving at 100 mph, and I'm just getting pulled behind like a rag doll. I'd relate the way I feel to probably the dumbest thing I've ever witnessed by none other than my siblings. I come home to my two sisters and brother standing in the driveway surrounding The Vespa my dad had so kindly purchased for my oldest sister. (And Dad, if you weren't aware of this stupid activity that your children so cleverly created and participated in… Well… Don't worry, you've still got one sane child!)Using PVC pipe and rope, they made a sort of "boat rope"? I'm not sure the technical name for it, but it looked like a ghetto version of the rope that you would tie to the back of a boat for wake boarders and water skiers to hold on to. My siblings then tied this rope to the back of the vespa, and pulled the back person (standing on a longboard) up and down the streets of our neighborhood. If I could put some imagery perspective in this for you, picture the driver just having a grand ol' time going a "slow" 30 mph, and the person on the back feeling like they are about to die with the funniest look of terror on their face, most likely just trying to figure out how they are going to stop when it comes time. In my situation, I'm the poor stupid idiot being pulled along behind the Vespa really and truly wishing it would slow down just a tad.
But even though life for me has been a little crazy, I couldn't be happier. Life is just good. Busy. But good. I love living in Provo, I love my job and the people I work with, and I love all of the friends that I have made here. I feel like for the rest of my life I will look back on these college days as some of the best days of my life. My true prime.
I use to drive back to South Jordan a lot to visit my family when I had days off of work, and didn't have too much to do, but my money was literally being devoured by my 2005 Chevy Cobalt. I love her, but she was making me poor. Yes, I just referred to my car as a girl. After realizing that I couldn't afford to be driving back and forth from Provo to South Jordan, I decided that it would be a wise decision to look into buying a student UTA pass. AND IT WAS THE BEST DECISION EVER. Only 80 dollars for a year pass. And I'm sure you already know, I'm a professional at riding the Front Runner as well :) Haha I love it. Not to mention it's the best place to people watch. I'd almost say it's better than Walmart people watching. And that is saying something!
But really, I love riding the Front Runner. 
If I had to sum up what I have learned these last few months… I've learned that life is just too dang short to not make the best of every single day. Life is to be enjoyed. I want to do crazy things, go places I haven't gone, talk to people I wouldn't usually talk to, work till I can't anymore, and learn to find happiness in every situation. I never knew that I had the ability to create my own happiness until creating my own happiness was my only option.
People, I'm a witness of it.
 It. Is. Possible. So keep smiling gosh dang it. :)

Sorry these pictures are so random… But here's a little tiny taste of what I have been up to.
~Sadie Nicole~












 

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