First of all, it's important to remember
Now that we've clarified that. Here's where I am--theoretically speaking.
It's finals week *ugh seriously we all know Kayla pleaassse stop everyone is talking about it*. Sheesh, okay.
But you can't stop me.
Life is good. Life is grand. And I have some completely-unrelated-to-finals-week thoughts:
It's really hard to fulfill a burning desire to socialize when it's midnight the Sunday before a specific type of week that shall be left nameless. Turns out, unbeknownst to me I basically only consumed sugar/desserts today. I didn't plan it. It just happened. I fully intended to make myself eggplant parmesan, but then there were cookies and chocolate milk at a fireside I attended, and then ice cream in my freezer, and then donuts and hot chocolate at ward prayer, and then a crepe party, and then caramels. What was I supposed to do? Not eat that deliciousness. Honey, please.
On another note, sweets are heaven. If you find yourself thinking "Hm. I should do something kind for someone, possibly Kayla." I will accept kindness in the form of cookies, brownies, ice cream, or any other kind of treat you feel like contributing to the cause.
The other night I was planning on going to bed at a slightly reasonable hour but I ended up online doing research that had nothing to do with academics. Instead, it was actually interesting stuff--like salons in Provo, stylists who specialize in cutting curly hair, how much it would cost to plan a trip to Thailand, Buster Keaton, etc. You know, normal stuff..
Well, things got out of control and before I could stop myself I was buying a dress online at 3 in the morning because it was on sale.
Another thought I had today whilst talking with my roommates. I was drinking hot chocolate from a mug I received from a special male friend on my sixteenth birthday. Comments were made about the cuteness of the mug (it is quite cute) and then the story was told of a boy who liked me and I liked him and on my 16th birthday he gave me a mug filled with a candy bouquet to ask me on my very first date. *awww*
This led to a discussion about other romantic gestures I experienced all that time ago in high school: a build a bear wearing a tux to ask me to prom, a pillow pet and my favorite candy, a personalized song, an especially touching framed memory that would be too hard to explain.
These all may sound cheesy, and maybe they were, but I remember how absolutely happy and special they made me feel. Ghosts of boys past, if you are reading this, kudos. Seriously. I applaud you. You were great.
But this discussion got me thinking. Where are the romantic gestures now? (I'm talking to guys and girls). Fun fact: I have been stood up three times while at university. What is that? I didn't even know that actually happened. So, I repeat, where are the romantic gestures?** It doesn't have to be a candy bouquet or a car filled with balloons. It doesn't have to be an expensive teddy bear or even a material item. I'm talking about asking that person out in your class who you think is cute (I mean face-to-face, in person, real life 'would you like to go on a date with me this friday' asking out) instead of hinting at "hanging out sometime". I'm talking about writing a hand written note to tell someone you care for what you admire about them. I'm talking about giving that cute guy/girl your number without being asked. I'm talking about going out of your way to talk to that person you really or even kind of like because they most likely are interested as well and probably would love to go on a date, or two, or three. And while we're at it, if you have an enjoyable date with someone and you want to show them, why not kiss them on the cheek (or heaven forbid on the mouth) to let them know! Why not make the most out of this awesome life we have been given and just go for it?
**it's important to note that I have also had mostly good dating experiences here at school. It's not like I think everything my generation is doing in relation to dating is horrible. I'm just speaking broadly.
**it's important to note that I have also had mostly good dating experiences here at school. It's not like I think everything my generation is doing in relation to dating is horrible. I'm just speaking broadly.
Rant over. Til next time!
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