Confession #2

I don't know why I feel like I should let you in on all or most of my secrets...

But I have a confession. Again. Here's confession #1

I am a closet rap fan.

That's right ya'll. Rap.

Last September on my 2oth birthday my sister Monica convinced me to go to Zumba with her.

I was a bit reluctant because anything that starts with a "z" instantly sounds intimidating.

But I went.

This started my obsession with Zumba, The Warehouse, and strobe lights.

Soon I found myself listening to Black Eyed Peas, Kat Da Luna, and yes, even Pitbull. Hahahaha!

The funny or sad depending on how you look at it thing is

whenever I get homesick here at the Y I listen to a little "Boom Boom Pow" and

I'm right as rain again.

I think there's something wrong with me.

xo

Post Edit: I couldn't resist. Enjoy my homies:)

Confession...

Since moving up here to the Polar Ice Caps, also referred to as Provo, I've developed a new love. Before I admit to loving this commonly undesirable thing I need you, dear reader, to promise you will not post a comment, leave a voicemail, or hassle me in any manner for developing a newfound love for this thing of which I'm about to own up to.

Promise?

Ok, here it goes. (Sigh)

After hours of sitting in lectures and doing tedious assignments I find it extremely relaxing to do the dishes. Weird, right? I think I must have slipped on some ice and developed a case of domestic amnesia. It's oddly soothing to do something I used to hate so much. I know admitting that I love doing the dishes will forever banish me to the kitchens of my loved ones...but I guess that makes me kind of like Michelangelo and the dishes the Sistine Chapel. Forever banished for opening up my big mouth.

xo

p.s. Loved ones, you can stop rolling your eyes now.