No shame.

So....I got to see Breaking Dawn part 2 in Romania. I'm not sure why it came out so early here, but hey, not mad about that. 

I'm not going to lie...I loved it. 

Saw it two nights in a row. 

Whaaat?!

I know. 

I know. 

No shame. 

I think it was the fight scene.

Bella about to rip off Jacob's head.

The end meadow scene.

ALICE.

And the fact that both Bella and Edward looked like TOTAL babes (this movie did them wonders, admit it) that made me over look the cheesy lines, horribly fake baby, and Jasper's awkwardness (I wonder how much he gets paid for his one-liners and ability to stand there and do nothing in every scene...sign me up for that job ASAP or sooner!)

Go see it. 

You'll love it. 

Either because you're laughing at all the cheese...or thoroughly enjoying every second of it.

But either way...it's love.

Also...why do people still say Team Jacob and Team Edward?

I'm like...dudes, she married Edward.

And she's a vampire. 

And vampires don't like werewolves.

And Jacob is a werewolf.

And Team Jacob ain't ever gonna win.

But if you enjoy being a loser...go Team Jacob!

At least you're going down with a sexy sexy Indian/werewolf boy. 

So I guess I can't blame you.

Rambles from Romania.

I'm sitting here in my little apartment in Romania.

Writing papers and catching up on school work is supposed to be getting done. 

Lo and behold, here I am.

 Blogging. 

Figures. 

If you haven't been reading my Romania blog...you probably have no idea what's even going on in my life.

So as a gift from me to you, imma catch you up in one long run on sentence. 

You can thank me lates. 

I love my life here and I never want to leave because I get to work with the most precious angels in the entire world and most days they make me really happy but other days they make me want to cuddle up in my crappy bunk bed and cry my eyes out because I love them so much and they are experiencing the most sad and heartbreaking lives that make me look like the most disgustingly blessed person to ever live yet they are so happy and are so loving and give me big hugs and smiles all day and I've never been more happy/sad but my eyes have been opened to life and how important all of God's children are and I want to have 20 babies of my own and adopt 20 more so I can give them happy and blessed lives.

I leave here in 3 weeks. 

Can you believe that?

I remember having 3 weeks until I was leaving for Romania. 

Now I'm coming home and it's so bittersweet for me.

A part of me, a big part, never wants to come home. 

I literally have spent the last 2 months forgetting the busyness and stress of my life and devoting my time to serving those in need.

I have been so happy and I have been so blessed. 

Sometimes I get stressed just thinking about all the stuff that is waiting for me back in America. 

And not to mention my babies.

The thought of leaving them makes me cry.

I don't ever want that day to come.

I know I'm going to come home with a huge hole in my heart and I'm dreading that in every sense of the word. 

But there's also a big part of me that misses home. 

I miss my family. 

My friends. 

Dance.

Playing the piano.

BYU (I knooooow! What the crizapp? No shame).

And especially that lover boy of mine. 

To avoid sugar coating, I'll be brutally honest.

Being away from B has been hard. 

Super hard. 

Emailing, texting, and Skyping is never enough.

I'm craving that kid in the flesh. 

And not just in the, "I can't wait to make out with him" kind of way (although I SERIOUSLY can't wait to make out with him :))

It's just been hard to hear about everything he's doing instead of experiencing everything with him. 

But bless the heavens for technology.

It's been enough to keep this little love of ours alive. 

Who ever said "distance makes the heart grow fonder" sure must have been a fan of understatements. 

I've never missed or loved someone so much in my entire life!

//Sneakily snapped this screen shot while we were skyping. Creepy I know...but since we're so in love I feel like I have FULL stalker rights. But that face! And those glasses! I die. //

Anyway.

You get it. 

Bittersweet.Bittersweet.Bittersweet.

fjpwoiwejfawoiej

Back to writing papers and wishing 3 weeks will never end and go by faster all at the same time. 

I never know what I want. 

I know. I know!

B informed me of that when I couldn't decide what colors I want for our wedding. 

Wait whaaaa?

;)

Jokes?

Who knows.

BYE!

Romanian Blog up and running!

 

Chuh chuh check it out.

Lates America.

After some sad goodbyes.

3 layovers.

No sleep. 

and lots and lots of traveling.

I made it to Venice. 

This place is unreal. 

It still hasn't hit me yet that I'm across the world.

and eating gelato.

and riding in gondolas.

and using euros.

and taking pictures every 2 steps.

Is this real life?

I can't understand a dang thing.

And jet lag is killing me. Literally. Laying in bed right now like a dead person. 

But hey...this is cool stuff!

Si? Si. 

Hey B! Come to Italy so we can makeout on a bench in Venice. Please?!

My blogger is all in Italian. Help?

No makeup or hair doing. That's my plan.

My hotel is smaller than small. and hotter than hot.

I tried to break in my Toms today. They broke my feet instead. 

Seriously. Life is so great!

I think I'm in love with it. 

Hi Mom!

Romania Blog

Hey kids.

 If you want to follow my Romanian adventures (leaving in 2 weeks!), click on the "Romania" tab at the top of my page and go from there. 

Had to be set to 'private' for protection rights.

Sorry 'bout that. 

But hey...

Anything for the children. 

Am I right?

Right.

This little blog here probably won't get much attention in the next 3 months.
So just follow the Romania blog if you are a die-hard "On the reals" reader.
Are there any of those out there?
Anyone?
Mom?
Grannie?
Blake?....(you better read this...you're like in every post)

Anyways.
Whateves.
You get the point.
Follow if you want!
Your body, your choice.

A little bit of that lovey dovey stuff.

I move to Romania in 19 days.

Lots of peeps ask what's gonna happen with B and I.

Here's what's up.

He'll keep himself busy with school and work and lots of quality family time while avoiding all females, match.com, and my sexy roommate Taylor (who has a (not so) secret crush on him) at all costs, while wearing a t-shirt with a picture of his incredibly sexy girlfriend on it that says "my heart's in Romania" with the Romanian flag in the background with little red and pink hearts all over it, everyday.

And I'll try really hard not to fall in love and elope with a little 5-year-old orphan boy.

But pharrell.

When people ask me...I think I turn into a robot.

"It's gonna suck, but he's supportive because he knows how important it is to me"

"Distance makes the heart grow fonder"

"It'll either make or break the relationship"

and thee ever infamous,

"It's only 3 months..."

I say these things with a robot face, and a robot tone, with a robot brain, while doing the robot dance (ha ha. el oh el. jay kay. 'Bout the robot dance, that is).

Robot aka: nothing.

Just words, no substance.

While those things may all be very true,

the truth is...

It'll be real hard.

and I'm really going to miss him.

But look at that face...

How could you not be head-over-heels for that??

It's impossible not to be.

Thank the heavens for the once-a-week alloted time to contact home.

You best believe we be skype dating up the wah-zoo.

And I can't wait to be pen pals.

It all seems so romatic like.

Handwriting love notes across the ocean and all.

The perks....

{The perks of dating the B-man}

He can get free whatever (I mean...WHATEVER) from NuSkin.

He comes home from work with stuff that he thinks I will like.  

Last night it was a cute make-up bag.

Sometimes it's lotion.

Other times it's face scrub.

Last night he came home with $1500 worth of product.

He was stoked to show me.

Gave me and his fam the run-down on every. single. product.

He sounded all professional and business like.

He even made me wash my face at his house last night so I could try new face moisturizes and such.

I felt very moisturized.

Go NuSkin. Go B.

I love when he comes home with goody goods for me.

{The perks of going to Romania}



Getting ready for the day in Romania is going to be a breeze.

Rik. Would you like to wear blue scrubs, blue scrubs, or blue scrubs today?

Um..I'll take the blue scrubs, please.

I usually {aka: never} take pictures of myself in the dressing room.

But I had to.

I had to send a pic to boyfriend.

Why?

Because. He doesn't think scrubs are sexy. 

But I disagree.

I've never looked better in my life.

What is sexier than blue scrubs?

????

Nothing.

The answer is nothing.

Oh ya...this is happening.

Next August,  I will be getting on one of these...

To get to here...

To work with kids like this...

That's right! I'm leaving the country for 3 months to do an internship in Romania.

Am I scared? Yes.

Are there a million reasons to stay home? Yes.

Does my Romanian homework have red correction marks all over it because I'm a rookie at speaking the language? Yes.

Will this be the most challenging thing I've ever done in my life? Yes.

Will I ever get the chance to do this again? No.

So peeps...I'm going and I'm DOING THIS!!

Wish me luck.