DEAR CANDIS AND CORIN

I suppose I can dedicate a post to Corin, since she represents half of my fan club...

{But just you watch, the hype will get going soon.  I can just feel it.

Who can resist a spirited girl's blog that is laced with engineering jokes??}

I know, right?!  That's what I thought!!

So I heard that the question on the streets these days is who is this Jordan character that seems to appear in every single one of my posts?  No longer will you have to satisfy your curiosity by squinting at the hiking photos which are much too small to do any justice.....


I have a bigger and better photo for all (ok. fine. I have like, two followers at this point) of you guys!

Everyone, meet Jordan....

{scroll down as you create your own drum roll sound effect}

I think I just heard everyone sigh as if they were watching the sappy ending of a chick flick.

Oh get over yourselves--it is ok to sigh like that every once in a while.  

Remember: The act of admitting it is the first step in overcoming your hopeless romanticism.

OH WHAT ARE MEN COMPARED TO ROCKS AND MOUNTAINS?

It has always been my dream to hike to the summit of a mountain.  This boy made it happen.

Ok. Fine. The summit is right behind us. {We were close enough}

This is the beauty that we had to deal with for 9 hours....

--we had a buddy on the trail.

These little beauties are called Glacier Lilies.  They pop out 5 days after the snow melts.  Thats how you know where the snow drifts were and when they disappeared.  {In case you ever need that for survival on a mountain...}

I was tripping over rocks on the path because I was stuck on scenes like this--

Completed. Done. Check mark. All at 10,000 feet.

Victorious. P.S. Isn't Jordan a good photographer? These are all his photos. I'm impressed.

"Oh what are men compared to rocks and mountains??"

DEAR JORDAN

So remember when my professor gave me a whole package of Now and Later candy in my engineering class, because I was the only person in my class who went on a date last weekend?

(Some engineers need incentives--I obviously don't...)

I know I promised that I would give you half of the candy, because it was all because of you that I won the candy...

But I am in the library right now, and I doing some excellent procrastination {among other things school-related} and I am very hungry. And I can't focus.

Just know that the candy went to good use.

Love,

Sarah

P.S. You are right-the strawberry ones are the best :)

LITTLE SURPRISES

So any student at BYU knows about the window in the testing center at the bottom of the stairs that has notes galore that friends leave for each other to pick up when they exit the testing center. (You know, to distract from the bad test score that you'll see projected up on the television screen in front of you...)

I always scan to see if someone left me a note or something...

So today I ABSOLUTELY BOMBED MY STATICS TEST. It was timed, tough, and tragic. (Look at my alliteration!!) I was livid when I came out of the testing center.

Now generally I am not a pessimistic person, but this morning I was. As I walked down the stairs and scoffed at the window. No way would there be something for me. But of course I just took a tiny peek out of the corner of my eye. [I like to assume the worst and prove myself wrong, because the odds go up that I will be pleasantly surprised. Takes away from the disappointment, you know what I mean?]

"Nope.

Just a few notes for a

John Smith,

Sally Goodwin

and Sarah Mc....

Probably Sarah McDonald

or something. Not me."

HOLD ON. I did a double take.

WAHOOO!! MY FIRST LETTER ON THE TESTING CENTER WINDOW!!

What a pleasant surprise...

After this, life didn't seem quite so brutal anymore

I stopped cursing my statics professor

And everything school-related

I about died and went to heaven. I was STARVING.

My mother can attest to this, but I get very very very grumpy when I am hungry.

So I felt just peachy after eating those pop tarts.

{I love eating the corners, weird I know.}

The funny thing was that the note wasn't even signed, except for a wise piece of advice....

The pop tarts tasted even better after that, because I had a pretty good idea who left them.

Thank you :)