my opinion matters.

I am sure by now the whole world has heard about BYU Idaho and the Skinny Jeans scandal. 

puhhhleaseeee. 

If that is really going to sway your opinion about how you feel about the church or coming to this school, you are retarded. seriously.

NO, skinny jeans are not banned from being worn on campus. 

YES, they don't want you to be wearing pants that are so tight you can see everything. 

If they are going to tell me I can't wear my jeans though, fine. I will just scrap up some money from my poor college account that is rather anorexic (or should I say bulimic because it just keeps throwing that money up somewhere) and go out and find a couple more pairs of jeans. 

After all, I did sign the honor code.

Moving on to....

finals. 

oh my, I have a few choice words to say about a couple of my classes.

Finance, cool.

College Success, what a joke.

Book of Mormon, my final is getting to the celestial kingdom someday.

American Foundations, please, shoot me now. I just want to pass.

Science, why is my grade so fetching low. 

Finals are designed to make college students spend two weeks doing nothing but stressing out and locking themselves in their rooms or marrying a seat in the library and doing nothing but going through old quizzes, reading textbooks, emailing teachers questions, getting last minute tutoring sessions from tutors who need to study as well and just crying from studying so much. 

Why do we do this to ourselves? 

So eventually someday we can graduate from this place called college with a degree and major that we changed more than just once and so we can get a job or start a new groundbreaking company so we can eventually all be rich and have whatever we want with that beach house and 7 boats sitting in our multi-million dollar garage alongside our pimped out Escalade and Ferrari.

finals. 

Someday, they might be worth it. Today, they just give me a headache.

Now, onto more important matters. 

HOT CHOCOLATE. 

Since Rexburg, or Idaho for that matter, doesn't have Quik Trip's I have to settle for something a little more... available. Like, Maverik's or those tubs or hot cocoa mix sitting in my pantry. On a weekly basis since I have been to school I have probably drank 3 to 4 cups a week. Roughly.

The coldest it has got here so far has been -2.

Now, back in Arizona, where freezing there is just below 50 degrees, I probably drank about 8 to 9 cups of hot chocolate a week. Pathetic? no. I just really loved hot chocolate.

Unfortunately, now that I FINALLY have a good excuse to drink hot chocolate, it not longer interests me as much as it did. 

bummer. 

My best friend, William Scott Cook, is headed to the Great Boise, Idaho Mission on February 29th. 

I don't think anyone understands how absolutely excited I am for this boy.

Number one because my letters will get to him sooooo fast. 

Number two because he is my best friend and i love him to pieces.

And Number three because why wouldn't I be excited!? 

Nothing can break our bond. Not distance, not a mission, not a boyfriend or girlfriend. Nothing. People say that your friends from high school will just disappear when you go to college. But I strongly disagree. 

Here's to many years ahead of us on this road of uncertainty.