Friday, January 20, 2017


How fun is it to start the second week of your crazy semester with the chicken pox?! As a 21 year old?! For the second time in your life?! Not fun! 
My younger brother came down with them about 3 weeks ago. We thought since I had them before (a light case when I was a baby but when we are talking chicken pox you hold onto any thread of hope) that I would be good, and I moved to Idaho again, got settled, got pox.
Man these things itched. One night I didn't sleep because I was so terribly uncomfortable. And I had nothing to fix it! Luckily my roommate Courtney got me some cooling lotion that helped a bit, but when it's itching that bad there's nothing that can help (maybe Morphine or some kind of hard core unconscious knock out drug). And I basically have been in my room for a solid week because I don't want my roommates to have to witness me in this state of blister scab grossness (seriously though, any form of self esteem you have received over your lifetime, pox takes it, rips it, burns it, and smashes it into the ground, because you've got some yucky stuff happening all over your entire body).
My poor long distance boyfriend, working two jobs, listened to me whine constantly for the past six days about how miserable I was, skyped me multiple times throughout his insanely busy long days, mailed me things to help my pox, made me laugh while I was dying, literally told me I'm pretty even with blisters all over my face (it was not pretty FYI), and loved me through the worst of it! I think God messed up somewhere in my paperwork because there's no way I deserve this guy in my life (but shhh don't tell, he's the best I'm keeping him around). 
And of course my parents texted me every day to see how much itchy nasty torture I was going through that day and ask for pictures. I'm not upsetting them anytime soon because those pictures are some serious black mail material. Mom mailed me some good healing cream and oils. If only she could mail me some food, then I would be living the dream.
So many people helped me through this and offered their services, from my roommates just being kind and buying me Popsicle's to cheer me up, to some random priesthood holders I had never met come give me a blessing. It's so cool to see God's hands touching your life through his servants!

10/10 would not recommend getting the chicken pox.

Idaho II

So I'm back up in Idaho after a nice 5 month break of just working, doing hair in Arizona and saving up to come back to school for another semester. It's been a cold adjustment, this winter is definitely a lot colder than the last one. My first week of classes it was in the -15 range. My nose hairs froze!

I have a new apartment with all new roommates (since my last ones all got married or refuse to come back here for another winter) who seem pretty cool so far. There's two sisters from the East Coast, one just got engaged this semester, then there's the other two who are both from the West Coast, and then my room-roommate, Courtney, who is so sweet and from our very own Idaho. 

Since I flew up to school this time (instead of drive through crazy snow for 15 hours) I had to leave so many things at home! Luckily SouthWest let me bring two 50LB checked bags, my carry on, and a personal item all for FREE! Woot! I flew into Salt Lake and had to carry all of those things (by myself - through the snow - in the cold) to the Salt Lake Express shuttle bus to catch my ride up to school. It was a good four hour bus ride that I slept a lot on (6am flight aka 3.5 hours of sleep, can you blame me). Then my old (married) roommate came and helped me with my bags and took me to my apartment, then to Walmart to get groceries ($200 - gone (and I feel like I still have nothing to eat all the time???)). She was a blessing because there was no way I would have been able to walk all my suitcases through the snow to my apartment by myself as originally thought out (#feminism).

And now I'm back in the cold missing my Arizona, enjoying my new scenery, studying hard, and Pinteresting harder.