These pictures are from a while ago, when we went to the BYU fashion show. It was such a fun best friend date, although I hate to admit that we weren't very impressed. There were a few designers who did a great job, and a large majority that we were less-than-happy watching. But, it wasn't really supposed to be cutting edge, seeing as all the designers were students.
The guy who we took a picture with? That's his collection above. He was astounding! One of two designers that we were absolutely so impressed with. The other designer that we adored is actually my dance teacher, Bree. Her J Crew inspired line made me want to shop.. and in the worst possible way.
Anyway, despite the oldness of the photos, I figured I'd post them.
It's interesting to me. The difference between guys and girls, that is. I was talking to a friend today, and he mentioned the study that was done at Utah State (I think), and how girls always say they can be "just friends" with a guy, and guys always say no, they can't. I just think it's fascinating. On any given day, I could name multiple men who I am just friends with, and who I assume would feel the same way about me. But then this friend pointed out that guys put girls and guys into different categories. As women, we can put everyone into the same category. Guys and girls can be our best friend that we never have any sexual or romantic feelings for, despite the kinship we do feel. But men don't put any women into the same category as men. So that's intriguing...
Well. That conversation changed my perspective on pretty much all of my male friends...
The other thing that was on my mind today was my post from Sunday night...
I'm mildly (or majorly) embarrassed. It seems that my dramatics may have caused either amusement, or alarm in people. I promise, i'm the most dramatic person alive. I have no spectrum for emotional scale, so everything is "theworstthingthathaseverhappenedtome". End of story. So I hate when people think that I'm really just this crazy. I know it might seem like I'm full of psycho emotion, and that everything is the end of the world. But I use strong language on here. Exaggerated. Absolutelypositivelyalways. I'm obnoxiously dramatic. It should go without saying that I assume that I can say what I need to on this blog, without the awkwardness of in-real-life consequences, mostly because I leave out names and details. But awkwardness is my middle name. I can't say I didn't think certain people would read this, but I suppose it just slipped my mind. I don't think I'm making much sense. But no matter. Let's just say, I apologize for any who is reading this here ol' bloggy blog and thinks I'm ridiculous/crazy. Life really isn't as bad as I make it seem...
to prove that I don't take myself too seriously, here is the most unflattering picture that Nancy just so happened to snap of me. This is disgusting guys...
But here I am! I'm helping my Mom make treats for the family Christmas day tomorrow, recording a sweet little Christmas ditty, and seeing It's a Wonderful Life with my sweet ladies. It's so great to be here. It's a busy weekend, but in the best way possible.
And I also decided to pack light, because I need to help Nancy bring things to Provo. So I'm making this trip on:
