LOTR-Fest 2010 Part 1, Installment 2

Yes that's right.
Half an hour a day of LOTR starting with The Fellowship until the end of the semester.

Party starts every night at 11.
Come come come!

3.20.10: The Saddest Day

Kansas lost.
BYU lost.

March Madness was so fun until both of my teams lost. Right after each other. On the same court.

My Friend Theo

comes home in 9 days!
Party in the USA coming soon.

Dear World

My back is broken.

Literally. I am not paralyzed or anything crazy like that, but there are two hairline fractures in my spine.

Ugh.

All I want to do is go out and run and run until I puke (I have never actually done that, but it sounds amazing after more than two weeks of living a sedentary lifestyle).

Annoyance.

um yes, yes i do plan on doing this

fact 1:
there is nothing on this entire planet cuter than a puppy.
nothing.
fact 2:
i am adopting one.

i only hope that
1. rachelle has been lying all along about her "dog allergies,"

that
2. audrey has been lying about hating dogs
(which has long led me to suspect that she has no heart),
and
3. that lynne won't mind if i don't bother asking.

i am going to name her either callie or izzy
because yes, i do love grey's anatomy enough to do that.

Y'all (and More)

During the first week of January, I flew to the deep and dirty south for the wedding of my bestie, Hannah Shirley. Now let me tell you, I have been hearing about how great that place is for going on 4 years now from Hannah, Lauren and Meag, but I was not expecting it to live up to the hype. However now, after having actually visited and experienced Raising Kane's, Cafe du Monde, Hudson's and the bayous of New Orleans (kind of...), I am now officially in love with the south. Hence, I would like to dedicate this blog post to all of you crazy southerners who admitted that you have blog-stalked me (and also to those of you who didn't admit it but probably have done it anyway). Trust me, I am going to return the favor :)

I have never felt so close with a giant group of people that I had known for really only a few hours. It was incredible! The phrase 'Southern Hospitality' actually means something to me now! Thank you so much. Y'all have a special place in my heart. And sorry to be so corny, but you people have it coming. If only you had more nephews... That is my single complaint.

And Hannah. Shoot you looked AWESOME. I am so glad I was able to be there for your wedding! You and Dalaney are so perfect for each other. I couldn't help thinking that the entire weekend. I am so happy for you two. And I'm coming over to get my Cafe Rio soon... you have been warned. Although now that I think about it you are definitely going to get a warning text prior. I wouldn't want to interrupt...things.

Fast forward to January 28, my BIRTHDAY. This year I had a blacklight dance party (man, colored text is funnn). I don't know about everyone who came, but I thought it was awesome! Not to mention the cake. So thanks errabody who came and brought some, brought glowsticks (I have your $$$, Crystal), figurine dinosaurs, etc! You people rock!

Today: I have decided to add canyoneering to my list of things that I want to become proficient in very very soon. I have been ridiculously intrigued by it for several years now, and I just decided to actually go ahead and learn how to do it. Yes that is right. I, Dani Richards, am going to descend into the depths of a canyon with water, a rope, a harnass, a map, an attractive man (I will be recruiting very soon) and some makeup (not a joke) and make it out alive! I can't wait!

In other news, both Rachelle and Audrey have mono... And I don't know if it is because I have a tendency to be a tad bit hypochondriachal, but my throat is hurting a little bit. Eek. Ha but that would be fun to tell people. Think about it. We'll see how my immune system feels though. I shall keep you all posted. Ciao!

Ah, Nostalgia

The other day while walking through the Wilk I happened to pass a boy wearing perhaps the most unusual pants I have ever witnessed adorning a human body. I was giggling to myself until I saw his face and realized that it was a boy I had a giant crush on freshman year for about a week (well, the crush was about as giant as a weeklong crush could possibly be). He is British (sigh...love the accent) with brown skin and green eyes (man, I am a sucker for a boy with pretty eyes. Tell you what. It's like a curse). Yikes, that boy is smokin. I met him Friday September 1, 2006 (I checked my journal from freshman year for verification on that one. (Um, let me explain: I am a little bit of a nut about journaling. I can pretty much tell you what I was doing on any given night for the past decade. I have filled 9 journals with my crazy ramblings. And that is not an exaggeration, though I almost wish it was because there is a lot of embarrassing stuff in those volumes. Anyway, back to the story...)) at a women's volleyball game. I had to ask him what his name was literally four times because of the accent as well as the noise in the fieldhouse. And guess what. I never actually figured out what it was. I just gave up asking because I felt like an idiot screaming "WHAT!?" into his ear five times. Four was okay, but five was pushing the limits of social decorum. Anyway, I like to think that we loved each other for the duration of the volleyball game, after which the differences of class (him living in DT and me in Helaman) drove us apart. It would have been asking far too much for us to have bridged the socioeconomic gap. Alas, we were merely two star-crossed lovers for an hour or so.

What is the point of this story, you ask? Men: don't ever buy pants with flanel sewn into the inner thighs and elastic around the bottoms of the legs. Ew. Pretty eyes, but where in the world did he get those horrible pants? Maybe they're all the rage in Europe, but here in the states they just make girls like me laugh to themselves as they pass.