Oh hello.

I suck at blogging don't I? I've been avoiding it because
1. I do not have a camera. Who wants to look at a wordy post? (such as this one)
2. yeah, I never should have started listing reasons.

But in the last 2 or so weeks life has changed rather dramatically and so I will make you suffer through a post with nothing but words. terribly sorry.
My hermano is HOME! As in, in Utah, not California, no longer a missionary, now an awkward recovering missionary. I love it. Both the his presence at home part and the awkwardness part. I introduced him to my roommate (more on these "rommates" later) and as he shook her hand, he said "Hi, I'm Elder Wil---Matt. I'm Matt. How adorable. The reunion at the airport was joyous. That is the exact word I was looking for. Everyone was pumped up and excited as we stood and anxiously looked at the escalators with about 10+ missionary families, just as nerdy and Utah-county-ish as ourselves. When Matt finally arrived, my mom basically body checked several other hysterical mothers and caught him at the immediate end of the escalator. She bawled, Matt bawled, everyone was freaking out, and Camden was deathly scared and confused as to why we were all bawling and freaking out. (speaking of Camden, my brother Matt has now replaced Philippines Matt in his mind...Philippines Matt no longer exists. something that was inevitable but y'know I'm not crazy about). So yeah. He's home. I'll say hello to him from you.

Next, I moved out once again. Into a lovely (ghetto) apartment by Brick Oven in zoobieville. It's called "The Elms." Doesn't that name just make you want to live here? It's like I live in a treehouse or something, and I'm not being sarcastic, that's pretty sweet. Kind of sucks it actually isn't a treehouse...come to think of it... My roomies are awesome, really super funny girls, and I FINALLY made a picture wall, something I've wanted to do for so long! and, to repeat, I have no camera to show you how awesome it looks. sad day. But if I like you, you totally made it. You can always visit me to see it...
I also started school, once again, at our righteous little BYU. I really do like the classes here, although from birth I always swore that I wouldn't. Class is hard, but I'll stop whining because everyone's classes are hard, let's be honest.
One more thing I almost forgot. I cut my hair, people. I haven't looked this way since I was, approximately, 12. It's short and blonde.
OH and I haven't gotten a letter in FOUUUUR weeks. four. 4. But whose counting? psh. I don't even want one. It's only been A MONTH WITHOUT HEARING FROM HIM WHEN HE'S ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE EARTH. no biggie.

Loves,
Kris

Mi familia and amigos

Discard the improper-Spanish title...
I realize I just randomly started this blog and didn't tell you anything about myself. And I like to pretend that someone reads it, so here we go.

These are the people.
My sisters When we're all together we inevitably make one of us cry, but ah heck. I love 'em.

note: the baby is not my sister. Also, girls, I had to put the one of you after you went swimming so no one looks at this blog and thinks how pretty you are. I'm insecure, sorry about that.

Brothers!


Although they don't really look like this anymore...I just really like this picture.

I really love these girls


I really miss these boys

although Wes is still around but he's rather abandoned me but I don't feel too bad saying that because he won't read this. lame.

I adore this little man


and these munchkins


umm, yes. that about sums it up. I do love my parents but I can't find a picture of just them two. 30 years of marriage and we got nothing? c'mon.

oh, and shirts like this make me want to vomit

BLEH. Yuck. The end.

My Suckfest

Compliments of Josh and Julie...

1. I've signed up for numerous online accounts...all requiring different user names and passwords...and now I can't remember 97.4% of them and so they're useless.
2. I've dated two wardies. two. Going to church in Orem=awkward.
3. One of the first things I did after getting home from a third world country was go buy a new dress. sigh.
4. I'm a lazy lazy driver. I do almost anything to avoid putting the clutch in or braking. Which involves going 15 when I know a red light is within a mile.
5. I have not been on a regular exercise routine for, eh, a year and a half. or more.
6.I've never spoken to many of my cousins.
7. I get explosively angry at strangers sometimes.
8. I can't read anything past 3 P.M. without falling asleep.
9. I never wear sunscreen. I always regret it.
10. I eat super fast. It makes dates awkward; and I'm always bored when everyone else still has something to do at dinner...
11. My hand freckle is growing. I swear it! CANCER!
12. I am so impatient that cooking a burrito in the microwave for thirty seconds feels like for-ev-er. And I will spontaneously combust without a pen to doodle with in 3 hour church.
13. I used to not like diet coke. I tried it once-- still didn't like it. I tried it again-- kind of liked it. The process continued. Now I'm addicted.
14. I don't know how to date someone older than me.

15. Around 11:30 every night my legs get so achey I have to move them, shake them, rub them, etc. I used to think this was restless leg syndrome, but I think now that it's just what little kids get when they're really tired. In other words, I'm four.

16. I seriously suck at writing essays.

17. I slacked off for the first 60 or so college credits, meaning I spend half of my semesters retaking classes.

18. If there is something good on, I could watch T.V. for many, many, many hours.

19. I've given up on lots of things. To name a few: piano, viola, being an English major, Making my own longboard, before-mentioned-exercise rountine, being a good visting teacher.

20. I don't know how to iron.

Why my life is now in shambles.

SO.
A couple weeks ago Matt (ahem...elder titensor) wrote these words in a letter:
"I am not telling you this, but every Sunday night the guys in my district sit on the benches out in front of the MTC and watch the sunset. If you happened to drive by we're there from 8-9...cough."
You have got to be kidding me. So, tonight the best friend Wesley and I set out on our borderline rule-breaking adventure. His mom shook her head in disapproval as we drove away from his house. ha. oh well. After one unsuccessful drive by, on the way back we caught a red light, and as both of us searched the line of suits, suddenly there he WAS! Holding his arms in the air with a big grin on his face. Y'know those moments when you can stop and say "Wow, I actually just physically felt my emotions change." My heart fell out of my chest onto the dashboard. And then Wes and I screamed like little girls and waved and had tiny emotional breakdowns there in my mini. It made my entire year.
I got home and wrote him an extra good letter, since my love for him increased a thousand million percent, if that is possible..?
OH WAIT. Since then I have found out that four other girls I know also saw him tonight, and got to talk to him (and for the record I would empty my bank account to hear his voice. Ridiculously unfair is an understatement) and took pictures with him AND Sammy. I don't even know how to feel now. I desperately wish I would have talked to him, but simultaneously have a firm belief that I would just want to hug him to death and then somehow the words "come home with me" would escape my lips. And that would probably be awkward when he refused. Then, post reunion I would go through suckfest like I did at the end of May, which my heart has informed me it simply cannot survive again. Yes, I'm dramatic. But I've made my decision. Well, it was made for me, but I'm rationalizing to feel better. He's probably having a rough enough time tonight, thinking about home. But sheesh. It's more than a little overwhelming how much I miss that boy.