Quote of the Week.

I decided to start doing a quote of the week. I love quotes and have so many saved from over the years so I wanted to share them with all of you. Hope you enjoy :)

I believe that everything happens for a reason.

People change so that you learn to let go. Things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right.You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.
Marilyn Monroe

Awkward Family Photos.

So I randomly came across this website the other day called awkwardfamilyphotos.com  and was instantly obsessed. I was laughing for hours looking at all these pictures! I highly recommend it. Such a great pick me up for a dreary day. Here's a few that I thought were funny...

Great bedtime story.

Couldn't decide if the one in the red shorts is a girl or a boy...or both.

10 Things You Probably Don't Know About Me.

1. I absolutely hate board games. Card games are okay, but board games I cannot stand.
2. I want to go skydiving one day. It's on my bucket list.
3. I cringe whenever someone touches me. I'm extremely ticklish and absolutely can't stand massages.
4. I've always wanted twins. Adopted.
5. I wish I could go back to high school and take as many college credit classes as possible.
6. I'm not afraid one bit of spiders, mice, heights, snakes etc. All the usual things people are afraid of don't bother me at all.
7. I really hate taking medicine. I only take it if I absolutely have to.
8. I'm not good with pain. Usually I pass out cold when I have to deal with it.
9. I've never had a ham and cheese hot pocket in my whole entire life.
10. I've saved almost every single card or note that anyone has ever given to me.

Gotta Love Those Awkward Moments When...

• You can see that you're walking towards someone and if you don't move to one side you're going to run into them. So you decide to go the opposite way that you think the other person will go. But almost always you go the same way that the other person is going and you both end up dancing with one another trying to get around the other person.
• You and someone you don't know are the only ones in the elevator. Even if there are more than two people in the elevator somehow it almost always ends up still being awkward. And the jazzy elevator music doesn't really help either.
• You talk about something that you got invited to and it turns out that someone else didn't get invited. Oops.
• You see someone walking towards you in the distance that you know. You can't really yell across the room to say hi to them and it's kind of creepy to just smile the whole time until they get close enough for a conversation. So instead you pull out your phone and look at your empty inbox till they get to you.
• You say hi to someone in a big crowd of people but they don't see you so pretend to say hi to someone that's not even there.
• You and your friends are talking about someone and so everyone turns to stare at that person all at the same time and everyone makes eye contact with the person you're talking about. That's not obvious you're talking about them one bit.
• You're all alone and you trip and fall. I've done this many times. Usually I just get up and keep walking like nothing happened even though everyone saw me fall.  

Volunteer Bound?

After Spring and Summer semester of school I'll have my associates. Finally.

So I thought it would be a good time to check another item off my bucket list....

Working in an orphanage and teaching in a foreign country.

I have honestly never ever wanted to do something so bad in my whole entire life.

Now I just gotta decide which country I want to volunteer in....

Brazil, Peru, Guatemala, or Costa Rica. So many choices! 

I also have to decide how long I want to be there. Three months sounds good to me.

All I know is that I'm going through the program Cross Cultural Solutions and that it's going to be very expensive. Oh and whether or not I go or not all depends on a volunteer scholarship that I'm applying for January 1st. Cross your fingers for me that I get it!

If it's meant to be then everything will all fall into place and work out, because
everything happens for a reason.

One Way Ticket to Neverland Please.

Aren't dreams the weirdest things ever?

Saturday night I had a dream that my friends and I were all walking back to our cars in a parking garage. I went to my car alone and everyone else went back to the Escalade. Then everyone in the Escalade decided to go to Vegas, but didn't invite me and left me behind in the parking garage all alone.

The next night I had another dream that my friends and I were all back in high school. We were at our lockers and talked about going to the mall. The next part of my dream all of my friends were shopping with each other at the mall, but again, I wasn't invited. Depressing right?

I think that these dreams mean one of two things:

1. I'm a loner and don't get invited to things my friends do.

Or 2. My friends are all in big places in life and I feel...stuck.

So, I'm leaning more towards number 2.
Most of my friends are either married, in a serious relationship, know what they want to do with their life, back from missions, have a child etc. And I feel like I'm just... blah. I've been stuck in the same place for three years. Going to school, working and undecided about my major. Basically all my friends are growing up and moving on in life, I'm doing pitch nothing and I'm getting anxiety over it.
I don't wanna be left behind....all alone....doing the same thing. 

I hate growing up.
Peter Pan knew what he was doing when he ran away to Neverland. Smart kid.

Splitsville and Wedding Bells.



These two dream boats recently split from their women last week. What a shame :) This means I can date them both now! Just got to figure out a way to meet them. Then they have to move to Utah. Wait, no I would be willing to move out of state for them cause I hate loathe the snow/winter.

Oh yeah and then there's one little detail... I have to get them converted to the church. No biggie right?

I think it's all really reasonable and doable.
Anyone have Zac Efron and Ryan Reynolds digits?

It's been awhile Crocodile.

It's been forever since I last blogged! I'm all done with finals as of last Tuesday. Which means I officially have a life now... well sorta. I still have to work and get up at the butt crack of dawn everyday. Which means I go to bed at nine every night. Yes, yes I know I have the bedtime of a six year old. But being done with school means I have more time for things like this.....

Ugly Christmas sweater party! Promise I was obsessed with this night. It was such a good idea and so much fun! Ugly sweaters, great food, fun games, great people. What more could you possibly ask for?

These Are a Few of My Favorite Things...

My family. They mean the world to me. I wouldn't be where I am today without them.

Green arrows at stop lights. These things make so giddy for some reason.

Three day weekends. No school or work for three days? Yes please.

The rain. The smell. Standing in it. Love everything about it.

Missionaries. I'm pretty sure a letter from a missionary can make anyone's day.

Avocado Egg Rolls at California Pizza Kitchen. Haven't tried them? You're missin out big time.

New Music. Love it when new music comes out. It puts me in such a good mood. Thank goodness for a replay button.

Chick Flicks. Something about the cheesy romance and how the guy always ends up with the girl that started out as just a friend gets me every time.

Babies. Yes, this probably sounds a little creepy. But you wouldn't understand this feeling unless you have worked with them for 4 years like I have. Or are a mom.

The temple. Isn't it amazing that no matter what kind of day you've been having you can step into the temple and feel immediately at peace.

Reminiscing with friends. Absolutely love love doing this. I've had so many good times with my friends and I love when we look back.

Albert Einstein Look Alike

Lately, I've been looking a lot like this guy.

 For some reason whenever it's winter time my hair gets so staticky.

If I even touch my hair the slightest bit, bam! It's out to the walls.

Anyone have some tips on how to deal with staticky hair? They would be greatly appreciated.

 I dunno if the whole I stuck my finger into a light socket and got electrocuted look is a good look for me so..

Oh and did you notice the time what I blogged this at?

I couldn't sleep. So naturally I decided to blog?? Better than going on FB I guess.

"Every hard challenge you face, every hard thing you confront, every bad thing that happens to you, every unfairness, every conflict, every sadness and tragedy, every disappointment and heartache, every temptation and every opposition happens for only one purpose; to give you an opportunity to respond by applying your life in the teachings of Jesus Christ. As you do so you are changed and you become more like Jesus Christ."

This was a quote from church today that I really loved. Do you ever have one of those Sunday's where you feel like every lesson and talk was meant for you? As if God shook the speaker and said, "Listen, you need to give this talk on trials because McCall really needs it right now." Seriously every talk and lesson that was given today at church was amazing. Love those kind of Sundays.

Lately I've Noticed that....

-I'm claustrophobic. When there's a big group of people I start to freak out and get anxious.

-The news is one big fat lie. Remember that one time when they told us that we would have the worst storm Utah has ever had.... and it only snowed 3 inches. What a joke.

-I'm second guessing myself on my career choice. Ever since I can remember I've wanted to be a teacher. Now, I'm not so sure where I'm headed in life.

-I've been in the Christmas spirit. Christmas music, Christmas movies, Christmas lights, Christmas decorations. I love it all.

-I already have anxiety over having to drive in the snow. I still think my idea of heated roads is genius. Or how bout this, if the snow fell everywhere else but the roads. I'm game for that idea.

-I've been obsessed with Glee. This is a big step for me. In the beginning I absolutely refused to be involved with anything that had to do with this show. But now I can't get enough of it. I'm counting down the days till the Christmas episode comes on. Just in case you're wondering there's only 3 days until it airs.

-I've been thinking about going on a mission. Sister Morris?? Hmmm....

Some Deep Stuff.

Stop for a second. Think of something that has happened to you because of someone else's actions.
April 2003. I was 12 years old. My Grandpa Morris was very ill with pancreatic cancer. At the time I had no idea what was going on, all I knew was that my grandpa was sick and so we were going to visit him in Arizona. Little did I know, that this trip was made because my grandpa only had a little longer to live. This was a good bye trip. I remember like it was yesterday. The hospital smell. The gloomy paint on the walls. The yellow sign at the front door. It told visitors that were under the age of 12 that they could not come into the hospital because of some virus that was going on. We ignored the sign and visited my grandpa anyways. After all, my grandpa was dying. I remember going into his room and seeing all these wires hooked up to him. He looked frail and weak. But yet he greeted us with the biggest and warmest smile.
The second day that I came to see my grandpa we were only in his room for 15 minutes when I heard my dad out in the hall arguing with a nurse. She told my dad that anyone under 12 needed to leave because of the virus. She was rude and very cold about it. She started yelling for security and soon my brother sister and I were escorted out of the room into the elevator. I remember my dad telling us that we had to wait in the car. I remember the elevator doors shutting, the security guard apologizing over and over to my dad. Even he knew what the outcome of my grandpa was to be.
The next day my grandpa died. I never got to say good bye to him. I never got to hug him. I never got to squeeze his hand. I never got to hear his laugh one last time. I never go to tell him how much I loved him. I had the opportunity to do all these things. All of it was taken away though because of one persons careless actions.
Sure, the nurse isn't perfect and I certainly am not either. But next time you go to do or say something think twice. I don't think we realize how deeply we impact other people's lives. Something that could mean very little to you, could mean a heck of a lot more to another person.

"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle."
 -Plato 

Florida? Yes Please!

In just a few short days I will be here....
                      
                       
                               

Instead of here....

                          

                     

And wearing these...

                    

Instead of these....

               

                    

And doing this....

                       

Instead of this...

                         

And playing with this guy....

                         

Instead of these guys....

                        

Going to Florida for a week just might be better than Christmas. I haven't been so excited for something in such a long time. My family has been through a lot the past few months years.  Moving, extended family problems, divorce in the family, financial problems and so on. Needless to say we all need a break. I'd say we deserve it. Thanks Padre for working so hard and making this all happen. You're the best.

Sorta Never Been Kissed.

This just might be how I'll end up in life. Old. My nickname is The Beast. 40 years old. Never been kissed. Yes, it's true I've never been kissed. Actually I technically have but technically haven't. It all depends on how you define what a kiss is. Technically I have touched lips with someone. Twice. Both actually were my best guy friends in high school. Which is weird. Both times they planted one on me. But I haven't had a kiss that actually meant something.
Here are my expectations for my future meaningful kiss...
He'll be rich. "When is it okay to kiss someone?" When they're rich. -Pam, 7 years old. Smart girl.
They'll have the face of Ryan Reynolds or Josh Duhmel and a body of a God.
He'll be one of the following: a doctor. a lawyer. or a dentist.
He'll drive a Mercedes.
He'll own a house in SunCrest.
We'll have already had dinner at The Roof and walked around and seen all the lights at Temple Square. So we'll be on a carriage ride. Christmas music in the background. A snowflake lands on my cheek, he leans in to brush if off my face and bam! He plants one on me. Yes, I did make that as cheesy as possible.

These aren't too high of expectations right? I mean Christmas time is in less than a month... I can make it happen by then. All I need to find is a guy. No big deal.
I'm totally kidding. Promise I'm not shallow and chances are my first meaningful kiss will never be like that.
I do however have one expectation of my first meaningful kiss... That'll be meaningful.

Dear Diary....

I was bored today and decided to break out my old journal's from when I was a little girl. I highly recommend doing this every once in a while. You learn a lot about yourself and how you've changed for the better and worse.
 Here's a few excerpts from them that I thought were pretty funny...

8/2/01
Well were in the car and were listening to the new *Nsync CD. Well I should tell you where were going. Were going 2 St.George and Las Vegas this will be way fun! I think that me and my bro are really getting along. Well got 2 fly QT pie.

8/14/01
I have decided that I McCall am going 2 be nice 2 every one even the brats, geeks and  so on (u get the picture) I'm not going 2 be shy and I will only get into 1 fight in the hole entire school year. I am going 2 be a good girl and more out going. Also I hope more boys will ask me out like B.C. I will try harder in math and get good grades. My teacher will like me and I hope I make new friends through out the hole school year and won't just stick with the friends that I have. Signed, McCall Morris

11/14/02
Today was one of the most sadest but scarriest of all. I'm so lost and don't know what to do. One of my very good friends had done something that will and always effect her life. She pierced her belly button. I know, I know it sounds crazy and I just wish I could have been there to stop her. The thing she doesn't get is that so many things could happen to her. And one of the most things that bugs me is she's taking it with lots of pride. Lots. And she is going to get caught sooner or later. And going 2 wish she never did it. I just hope that she will confess.

Man was I dramatic! I love how on the last journal entry I built it up to be some incredibly terrible thing and all it was a piercing.
Haha I kill myself.
Apparently I couldn't spell if my life depended on it either.
If only all I still had to worry about was not getting in one fight a year and being nice to the even the brats and geeks my life would be set.

The Important Questions of Life.

How come a dog loves to stick their head out the window, but when you blow on their face they get mad?

Where does all your chap stick go to? One second you have a bunch of chap stick and the next it's all gone.

Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They’re both dogs!

What color would a smurf turn if you choked it?

Why is rush hour so slow?

At a movie theater which arm rest is yours?

Why do doctors leave the room while you change? They're going to
see you naked anyway.

Why is the word abbreviation so long?


Those are some deep questions right? Taking Philosophy has really gotten me to ponder the important questions of life. NOT! I hate Philosophy and how deep it makes you think. What I really wanna know is who decided to make Philosophy part of an associate degree. Lame. Really I just like all these questions cause I think they're funny!

99 Balloons

This video gets me every time. With out fail, every time I watch it, I cry. Sometimes, even bawl. Once I tried to not cry and it just made my throat hurt which made my eyes water. This has got to be thee most strongest  and faithful couple ever. What a hard trial that would  be to have to go through. Somehow though, I'm pretty sure God knew they could handle it. After all, everything happens for a reason right?
Check it out and see what I mean.

Deeear snow. I hate you with a passion. Love me

Yesterday morning I woke up to find snow on the ground. I was ticked. I had heard on the news that it was going to snow and thought, "Yeah right, the news lies all the time about the weather." Well, the news decided to tell the truth this time and it snowed.
I hate everything about the snow... How you could be perfectly fine and not have to pee at all and then when you step outside into the cold air bam it hits you like a ton of bricks and then you have to pee way bad. How the snow covers the roads. Just thinking about it honestly gives me anxiety. I HATE HATE HATE driving in the snow. They should make heated roads yeah? Genius, I know. How you can put on layers and layers of clothing on and still be pitch freezing. How anywhere you walk outside your feet get wet and are cold for the rest of the day.
I decided that it should only snow twice a year.... Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Good plan? I think so. Also, did you know that in the winter time the percentage of people who are depressed goes up significantly than in any other season. Probably cause everything is dead and dreary because of the snow.
Only six months till Spring. But who's counting?

Baby Hungry

My cousin Allie. I'm obssesed with her. She's so stinkin cute!



Is it weird that I want one of these? I'm not really ready to be married, but I want a baby. No, I'm not going to go out and get preggers before I get married, promise. You would think though, that working at a day care would be great birth control, but it's the complete opposite. Everytime we get a new baby at work, especially a new born, I want to take one home with me. Sure they poop. They spit up. They cry. They wake you up in the middle of the night. But for some reason, I think it would all be worth it.

Guilty Pleasure.

Bravo Channel is Genius. They brought us Project Runway. They brought us The Rachel Zoe Project. They brought us Shear Genius. They Brought us Launch My Line. All my favorite shows by the way. But most importantly, they brought us The Real Housewives. And that is exactly where my guilty pleasure comes in. For some reason when The Real housewives is on, I clear my whole schedule to watch this show. For those of you that have never heard of this show, boy you are missing out. So, because I am so nice, here's the lowdown of all The Real Housewives for ya....

The Real Housewives of Orange County: The first and original housewives to air. This group of girls is one of my favorites to watch. The second one from the left in the light pink dress was engaged to a 54 year old man with cancer.Yup, 54 years old and she's 36. I believe that makes a 18 year age difference. Can you say gold digger? She would beg to differ though. Of course.

The Real Housewives of DC: Not my favorite. I actually only watched two episodes of them. They were far too reserved and proper for me. One word pretty much sums them up. Boring. About the only thing that I found interesting was Michaele. She's the farthest one on the right in white. Somehow her and her husband managed to sneak into The White House State Dinner Party....uninvited. Great security you got there Obama. 



The Real Housewives of New York: This one is just okay. It actually didn't start liking it until the second season. Mostly I just love this one because of their New York accents and attitude. The second one in on the right in the black dress (haha I'm funny) is Alex. Her husband wears tight, tight red pants with a nicely pressed shirt, a bow tie and a velvet red jacket. He wears stuff like that all the time and claims that he's not gay. Puhlease. And I don't have brown hair.

The Real Housewives of New Jersey: One of my most favorites. Like the housewives of New York, I love their accents. Any one want some cawfee? Theresa has to to be my favorite. She's the second one in from the right. She kills me. My favorite quote from her is... "I don't mean for this to be rude, but she's being a bitch." Hahaha how is that not rude?! Once she even flipped a table full of nice dishes, a five course meal and drinks full of wine on it in a four star restaurant. Who does that? Guess she does. Ah man I love it.

The Real Housewives of Atlanta: Not exactly one of my favorites, but I like it. These ladies certainly fit the stereotype of black women and their attitudes. Kim is freakin hilarious. She's a white women trapped in a black women's body. She also has an iTunes hit called, "Tardy for the Party." Go check it out. This if proof that anyone can sing with a little technology. Not gonna lie though, her song is actually quite catchy.



The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills: The last, but definitely not the least. I've only seen one episode and already they're my favorites. Two of them are Hilton's. One of them is a Maloof. If you don't know who the Maloof family is, they own the Palms Casino in Vegas. One of them is married to the actor Kelsey Grammer. Or I should say used to be. One of them has had more plastic surgeries than you can count on two hands. Mostly because she's afraid that her husband is going to leave her for someone younger. And one of them has a permanent live in gay house guest. Genius? I think yes.



They should maybe do a Real Housewives of South Jordan. I'm positive my friends would all be in it... Plus Mike. So there ya go. All you need to know about The Real Housewives. And I didn't even come close to covering all of it. So go and watch them for yourself and see what my guilty pleasure is all about.

Sniffles and Naughty Kids.

I woke up this morning with the world's worst sore throat ever. It felt like someone during the night had shoved their hand down my throat and scratched it with their long fingernails. So this morning for breakfast I thought that a huge pink and orange popsicle would do the trick and help make my throat feel better. It felt divine on my throat. Yesterday I had the sniffles. My nose tingled the whole day and it felt like I had do sneeze all day. Did I sneeze once? Nope. I was ticked. I can owe all this to the kids at work. Working at a day care is like an incubator for germs and bacteria. So thank you kids at work! You sure are cute, but are really germy.

The cute three and four year old's at  work. They melt my heart.

Speaking of the kids at work... Last week they made me the teacher of the school agers. "They lack discipline and don't listen to anyone." So I guess that's where I come in. To teach them discipline and to listen to people and not to talk back to a teacher and to listen the first time and to treat things with respect and to keep their hands to themselves and to not call other people names. I think you get the point. This is going to be a challenge. I'm not quite sure how I feel about this yet, but I'll let ya know.



Just Something About Them...

I counted today and I've been working with kids for five years. Five long, but very rewarding years. You would think I would be tired of it by now, but I'm not. Maybe it's something about how you could be having the worst day ever and then a kid comes up to and says, "I love you teacher". Maybe it's because of how innocent and free spirited they are. Or Maybe it's because you could send them to time out and then after they get off they give you the biggest hug ever like nothing ever happened. Whatever it is, I truly am blessed to be able to work with kids for as long as I have and I love every minute of it. So in ode to my students past and present here are just a few funny things that they've said over the years....

‎"Guess what Miss. McCall, I used my mom's bra for Alien eyes." -Fayth, four years old.

Fayth: Miss. McCall Alex just said a bad word.
Miss. McCall: Oh really what word did he say?
Fayth: He said fu**. He really did say fu**.
Miss. McCall: Mmkay let's not repeat that word Fayth. Alex let's not use that word.
Alex: What? All I said was fu**.

‎"Raise your hand if your grandma has spider vains!" -Kayla, four years old

"Abby pull up your pants!"
"I know, it's cause my plumber's crack is showing."
-Abby Williams, 3 years old

Brady: Miss.McCall are you Mormon?
Miss.McCall: Yeah, I am why?
Brady: Cause you don't look like it.
Miss. McCall: Oh. What do Mormons look like then?
Brady: I dunno, not like you though.

Syerra: Miss. McCall you wanna know what, I have a secret for you.
(Syerra leans in and whispers into my ear)
Syerra: I'm not wearing any underwear today.
Miss. McCall: Oh and why aren't you?
Syerra: Well because all my undies were dirty and my mom didn't do the wash.
Miss. McCall: Oh I see. Well isn't a little breezy?
Syerra: Nah.
-Syerra was wearing a dress too haha scandalous

Carter: How old are you?
Miss. McCall: I dunno, guess!?
Carter: Hmmm, 19?
Miss. McCall: Close! I'm 18.
Carter: Oh. So you're not married then?
Miss. McCall: Nope not yet. Do you think I will ever get married?
(Carter stared me down and looks and my shoes then says...)
Carter: Nope.

Regan: Miss. McCall why do you always wear black?

Jesus is my friend.
-Clayton Williams, 3 years old

An Appetite of a Five Year Old.

Confession: I have an appetite of a five year old. You know how five year olds are the world's pickiest eaters? They won't eat certain kinds of foods. They won't eat their food if it touches other foods. They have to have their food a certain way. Well, that is exactly the way I am when I eat.... maybe even worse. I don't do meats. Pork, ham, beef, sausage, steak, fish. All absolutely disgusting. The texture. The smell. The taste. The thought that just before you ate that meat it was just chillin in a pool of blood wrapped in plastic. A few weeks ago my fam had beef stroganoff for dinner. I thought I'd be a big girl and try a no thank you bite. Whelp, that plan failed and I ended up spitting out my no thank you bite into the sink.

Now, I shouldn't say that I don't like all meats, cause there are exactly two meats that I will eat. Chicken and Turkey... with exceptions though of course :) I don't do tomatoes. I don't do onions. I don't do breakfast foods. I don't do milk-only if it's in cereal. I definitely don't do food that looks funny. For example, McDonald's chicken nuggets. Have you ever taken a good look at that chicken nugget that you just bit into? Well it's putrid. Did you know that McDonald's as well as other fast food restaurants use processed meats. This means that they buy the lowest grades of beef, add fat and other fillers into it and then they put it into a meat grinder. Mmm mmm tasty. Which also means that I don't do a lot of fast food places. I don't usually do foods that have been microwaved...yes, that means that I have never had a Ham and Cheese Hot Pocket in all my twenty years of living.

By now you're probably thinking, what do you eat McCall? My answer: Practically nothing. And that is why I have an appetite of a five year old.

Me? A Blogger?

Yup. It's true. I started a blog. Why you may ask? I'm asking myself the same question. I don't exactly follow the blogger criteria of being happily married with little kids running around. So I've decided that there are exactly three reasons why I've started a blog to convince myself that it's okay I have a blog...

Reason number one:
Once upon a time I had a thing called a best friend. I'm talking about the kind of best friend that would do anything for you. The kind of best friend that you could talk to anything and everything about. The kind of best friend that you talk to 24/7. What happened you may ask? Growing up happened. We all had to graduate from high school and live totally different lives. Don't get me wrong, I do have amazing friends! Love them to death actually. But not a friend that I can talk to anything and everything about. Not the kind of friend that I can talk to 24/7. Basically, what I'm trying to say is that I need someone or something to talk to. To talk to random things about. To vent to. To tell funny stories to. So, what better way to do so then to blog? Well at least for now. Cause I'm pretty sure that when my hubby comes along he'll be the one I'm always talking to.

Reason number two:
Let's face it. I'm HORRIBLE at writing in my journal. And I know that writing in your journal is something that's very important to do. I think why I'm so horrible at writing in my journal is because of how long it takes to write with an actual pen on an actual piece of paper. Typing is so much more faster and convenient. So blogging can count as a journal writing right? Hmm. Whelp, I sure hope so.

Reason number three:
I have a confession to make. Recently I have been obsessed with reading other peoples blogs. I think it's fun to read about their lives and what they're doing. It's interesting to see what good friends are up to. Actually, this is one of the only ways I can keep in contact with old friends. Besides Facebook. Of course. So, now because I have a blog I can read other people's blogs without stalking. Haha promise I'm not a creeper.