have vibrant eyes.

Today I felt the last breathe of summer.

As the warm wind whipped my hair across my face, it whipped my heart back to June. It's strange to think that was only 3 months ago. It seems that too much has happened in between then and now.

June. A month of only 7 fast-paced credits and excess extra time. A month of best friends and road trips and goodbyes. A month of sitting in the grass with a book or a journal and watching the pedestrians stroll by. A month of barbeques and late nights on the swing.

What a wonderful thirty days it was. June is slowly becoming my favorite. I thought about these things as I walked on concrete that was soaked by now dripping sprinkler heads. The smell took me back. The sun beat on my cheeks. The desire to roll up my jeans was strong, but I continued walking down that familiar hill. Yes, it is a beaten path, but it's one that I love.

Tomorrow's high is 54 degrees. Today's low was 58. Bring it on.

I made sure to smash a particularly crunchy leaf with my shoe before walking up the steps to the Enclave once again.

While June may be my favorite month, October is a close second.

wow Breanna.

Let's just say I made an ultimate fail this morning.

Oh man.

EM BAR RAS SING.

fall really does = love.

Remember these two people from this post?

Yah, they got engaged. On Sunday.

And I'm going to be a bridesmaid. I got officially asked today.

CONGRATULATIONS MICHELLE AND TREVOR!!

Two of my best friends are marrying each other. I couldn't be happier!!

February 12, 2010.

fall = love.

Some things I have been loving along with the changing of seasons:

The happy music of a new-found Minnutes.

Halloween costumes at Martha.

This new song by Michael Buble. It is basically my life in a melody.

And this Miley Cyrus music video. Don't judge me.

The fact that Ingrid Michaelson will be in SLC for only $15 dollars.

My roommates.

Procrastinating my homework.

Having boys over for dinner. And feeding them this oreo pudding:

Crunch up 3/4 a package of oreos.

Place on bottom of 9x13 like a crust.

Cover crust with 3 large packages of chocolate pudding.

Cover with a whole small tub of whipped cream.

Crunch up last 1/4 of oreos and sprinkle on top.

Stick in fridge at least 2 hours before serving.

Seriously. You think it's lame. But it's awesome.

Remember how I used this picture in my second post of all time?

Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting, and autumn a mosaic of them all. - Stanley Horowitz.

White Female from Suburban Texas.

WARNING: This post was a homework assignment!

This is my planner. This is also my life. I have used a planner since high school, and I’m starting to be convinced that it supplies my oxygen. I stress a lot when I lose it or forget it at home. It is always with me. Always.

I am an organized person. I will forget things if I do not write them down, and I think I got it from my dad. He is a list-maker, and I have become one in my adolescent and young adult years. I like to know what needs to be done and when. Otherwise, I will plan too many things at once because I love to say yes! I actually write in my planner with pencil more often than not, which I imagine is the result of changing plans. While I am organized, I can still be flexible and change my schedule and my plans. I have learned this acceptance of chaos through my leadership experiences and my old perfectionist habits. Things do not work out exactly as planned, ever. But a girl can still dream!

These mums have only recently become a part of my personal culture. I have suddenly ‘grown’ a passion for GROWING! While I have already failed twice (yes, the mums died), and I live on the second floor of a concrete apartment complex, I have the biggest desire for a big, luscious, colorful garden. I have been researching the types of flowers that can grow at different times of the year and studying potting tricks.

I like to think of gardening as part of my future culture because of my new obsession, but it is also a huge part of my past. My great-grandpa, Howard Coombs Stutz, still currently resides here in Provo, UT. He was a botany teacher at Brigham Young University decades ago, and has always had a green thumb. While his specialty was shrubs, he grew the most magnificent trees and flowers and full orchards on his farm. Many of my childhood summers were spent picking cherries and pulling flowers out of his garden and running barefoot through the soft grass. I think these experiences and memories have helped me realize the beauty of the earth and that I can help something to grow, something to bloom, something to live.

Oh, how I love my Kitchen-Aide. Yes, it is 8-years-old but new out of the box. Yes, it is the same color as my counter. Yes, I get to register for a newer, more beautiful one when I get married. But for now, I couldn’t be more pleased.

As a high schooler, I would make the most dramatic moaning noise when my mom would ask me to mix of a box of brownie mix and stick it in the oven. Believe me, my whole family could reenact the sound if you asked them to. Now? You will find me in my little kitchen using my 30-year-old oven to make layered cake from scratch, or 6 dozen cupcakes for a party, or green and red Martha Stewart sugar cookies at Christmas time. Yes, marthastewart.com is what I see when I open Safari on my computer. There are times when I will bake 3 or 4 times a week. I have an urge to create delicious things and watch other people enjoy them. The measuring, the mixing, the tasting, the perfect timing; it is all fulfilling. I want to be the hostess. It is a strange adrenaline-rush. It is empowering. It is exciting. It is me.

string cheese.

has become my staple food. Unhealthy, no? At least its not cheese tortillas like it was in high school.

Also, warning, my next post will be an assignment for school. A cultural diorama, if you will. Thus, it will be a little more formal and a little less what I would choose to write about.

But enjoy it? Maybe?

starstruck.

Woah.

About 20 minutes ago I was driving home from Panda Express with Adrianne, and I came to the four-way stop by the Smith Fieldhouse and the Indoor Practice Facility.

AND THE BYU FOOTBALL TEAM CROSSED THE ROAD IN FRONT OF MY CAR!

They are good looking, let me tell you. And you think that's all? Think again.

Who else would stick out in the crowd with suit and tie but

CECIL SAMUELSON.

And yes, he looked into my car and WAVED TO ME AND ADRIANNE as we waved back like young children.

You're laughing, BUT THIS IS PROVO ROYALTY guys. Seriously.

Me and Cecil are tight like unto a dish.

Not to mention we already were graced with the comforting presence of our dear prophet earlier this week. What a place I live in.

Rejoice!!

As I sit alone crying and smiling and laughing in my room because of the knowledge I've been given, I want to shout it to the world. I want everyone I care about to know of the overwhelming happiness in my heart!

But first, I call home. I want to share with them first!

As I start leaving a message, my dad picks up sounding happy as usual to talk to me. And I express, in simple English, my joy. The words are hard to find. "The Gospel is so great! Why is it so great? How are we so lucky?"

I want to run into the courtyard of my apartment complex and jump and yell and sing about the glorious news of the Lord! But most the people here already know this news, and would probably laugh at my silly simple pleasures. But this is not silly, the Restoration is REAL!

Today was so wonderful. Relief Society, Gospel Principles, Sacrament. Every teacher, every speaker, spoke directly to my soul. How do they know what I need to hear? The Lord knows what I need, and He is gracious with His blessings.

My dad said, "You know these times when the confirmations are so strong and happen over and over again that the Lord is going to expect you to share the wealth. Spread the knowledge you are receiving, give to others what you have been given."

I have not done enough to deserve these blessings, but I know that I will rejoice and give thanks and share them! What a beautiful life we live! What a beautiful plan we have in store!

Goodness. Real, true, divine goodness.

the best day of the week.

Monday

Barbeque with old friends. No school.

Tuesday

Got to sit between two of my best friends and listen to President Samuelson's inspired devotional. Watched HSM3.

Wednesday

Watched a movie in French. I now have the desire to watch every movie in a foreign language.

Thursday

Temple. Run. Convinced professor to let me do a whole course online. No more Thursday night class.

Seriously? Life is good.

Pictures to come.

blog neglect.

It's coming.

It's happening.

School has started.

Life has started.

Calling has started.

BYUSA has started.

Football season has started (so proud of my cougars).

Thus, blog is being pushed to a lower level of priority.

Sad, but true.

HOWEVER, i will not disappear for too long often.

When I am in the library and banging my head on the tables because I am overloaded with educational psychology, I'll be here.

But I'll also try to be here when life is calm and carefree, so you can get the best of both worlds.

Also, I realize that is the Hannah Montana theme song. I did that on purpose.

love this:

"Be pretty if you can, be witty if you must, but be gracious if it kills you."

-Elsie De Wolfe

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