September 17, 2012

While you're still young.

I found this on Tumblr and I kind of like it, so I'm sharing it with you.
Courtesy of January Nelson on Thought Catalog.

25 things to do before you turn 25.
  1. Make peace with your parents. Whether you finally recognize that they actually have your best interests in mind or you forgive them for being flawed human beings, you can't happily enter adulthood with that familial brand of resentment.
  2. Kiss someone you think is out of your league; kiss models and med students and entrepreneurs with part-time lives in Dubai and don't worry about if they're going to call you afterward.
  3. Minimize your passivity.
  4. Work a service job to gain some understanding of how tipping works, how to keep your cool around assholes, how a few kind words can change someone's day.
  5. Recognize freedom as a 5:30 am trip to the diner with a bunch of strangers you've just met.
  6. Try not to beat yourself up over having obtained a "useless" bachelor's degree. Debt is hell, and things didn't pan out quite like you expected, but you did get to go to college, and having a degree isn't the worst thing in the world to have. We will figure this mess out, I think, probably; the point is you're not worth less just because there hasn't been an immediate pay off for going to school. Be patient, work with that you have, and remember that a lot of us and in this together.
  7. If you're employed in any capacity, open a savings account. You never know when you might be unemployed or in desperate need of getting away for a few days. Even $10 a week is $520 more a year than you would've had otherwise.
  8. Make a habit of going outside, enjoying the light, relearning your friends, forgetting the Internet.
  9. Go on a 4-day, brunch fueled bender.
  10. Start a relationship with your crush by telling them that you want them. Directly. Like, look them in the face and say it to them. Say, I want you. I want to be with you.
  11. Learn to say "no" - to yourself. Don't keep wearing high heels if you hate them; don't keep smoking if you're disgusted by the way you smell the morning after; stop wasting entire days on your couch if you're going to complain about missing the sun.
  12. Take time to revisit the places that made you who you are: the apartment you grew up in, your middle school, your hometown. These places may or may not be here forever; you definitely won't be.
  13. Find a hobby that makes being alone feel lovely and empowering and like something to look forward to.
  14. Think you know yourself until you meet someone better than you.
  15. Forget who you are, what your priorities are, and how a person should be.
  16. Identify your fears and instead of letting them dictate your every move, find and talk to people who have overcome them. Don't settle for experiencing .000002% of what the world has to offer because you're afraid of getting on a plane.
  17. Make a habit of cleaning up and letting go. Just because it fit at one point doesn't mean you have to keep it forever - whether "it" is your favorite pair of pants or your ex.
  18. Stop hating yourself.
  19. Go out and watch that movie, read that book, listen to that band you already lied about watching, reading, listening to.
  20. Take advantage of health insurance while you have it.
  21. Make a habit of telling people how you feel, whether it means writing a gushing fan-girl email to someone whose work you love or telling your boss why you deserve a raise.
  22. Date someone who says "I love you" first.
  23. Leave the country under the premise of "finding yourself." This will be unsuccessful. Places do not change people. Instead, do a lot of solo drinking, read a lot of books, have sex in dirty hostels, and come home when you start to miss it.
  24. Suck it up and buy a Macbook Pro.
  25. Quit that job that's making you miserable, end the relationship that makes you act like a lunatic, lose the friend whose sole purpose in life is making you feel like you're perpetually on the verge of vomiting. You're young, you're resilient, there are other jobs and relationships and friends if you're patient and open.
Side note: I do not personally drink or have sex in hostels. It's a copyrighted work, what do you want me to do?

September 13, 2012

Stressed.

I would love to just have a completely unproductive day. It's only the third week of school and my life is so hectic. I never get stressed, and I am stressed.

Things I have accomplished so far this week:
  • Going to all my classes
  • Writing four stories for the Journal (I still have two more to write)
  • Grocery shopping
  • Reading three chapters in my textbook
  • Doing my French homework (twice)
  • Taking two quizzes
  • Writing a press release for my online class
  • Sending a package
  • Cleaning my apartment
Add to that: spending all of Saturday night in the ER with Marissa (kidney stones, don't fret), driving to Draper for high school tour, dealing with (boy) drama, and not feeling too healthy today, and I am about at my rope's end.

Luckily, there have been a few really fun things thrown in there to keep me from completely losing my mind.
  • Hiking Kanarraville Falls: Freezing cold water and treacherous ladders but oh so fun. Made even more fun if you for some reason decide to do it in flip-flops. (Not. Don't do that.)
  • Hanging out with Spencer at Draper Park for a night.
  • Watching Mean Girls and The Cheetah Girls with your roommates.
  • Going to Sand Hollow for an awesome party: Cliff jumping, playing ultimate frisbee, shoreline dance party... etc.
  • Watching Hot Rod under the stars.
  • Being serenaded by three random boys when they stopped by our apartment to vacuum and take out our trash.

Like I said, it's been hectic. This weekend I'm headed back up to Draper for Jake's mission farewell and hopefully some relaxation. Until then, I'll be working on the newspaper some more and trying not explode. Over and out.

September 2, 2012

Welcome back.

Well, I guess it could be time to update you on my life.

I've been back in my favorite place, Cedar City, for two weeks now and have officially begun my sophomore year. It's been interesting to say the least!

The first week I was here was the week before school started. I'm a Presidential Ambassador this year, so I had to come down early for the retreat. This was where I met a bunch of really great people that I will be working with, played lots of volleyball, and got vacuum sealed into a garbage bag.


I'm also working as a reporter for the University Journal, which means as soon as I got back from the retreat I had to rush to the newspaper office to begin Workshop Week. This was where I met more great people that I will be working with, played with Nerf guns, and learned how to write news stories.

That Saturday Marissa and I went to a cute parade down Main Street that consisted of little kids dragging wagons that they decorated to look like storybooks. We got snow cones and walked to an art display, went shopping, played soccer, and ended the day with my cousin's gorgeous wedding reception.


Sunday I drove back home to go to Cort's mission homecoming. It was almost surreal. I can't believe it has been two years!

This was also the day the last of my roommates finally moved in! My roommate is Katey, and we also have Marissa, Dylan, and Keiranne. I'm sure you remember them all from last year (except Katey, who is a freshman. She was in my ward at home).

Monday, school started! I must say, I'm not sure I was prepared for everything that was thrown at me at once. This week stressed me out and I realized I might have been a little too ambitious when I decided to take 18 credits, have a job, and do PAs. So I downgraded my class load and now everything is wonderful.

Welcome Week is one of the best weeks of college, in my opinion. This one included free food, casino night, a tailgate and movie, a mentalist, and a crazy dance party.

Casino Night

After the paint dance

Overall, a pretty solid first week of school.

August 27, 2012

Life goes on.

One of the saddest things about life is that it goes on.

Why can't I still be that blonde-haired, wide-eyed little girl that ran without looking where she was going? That recited nursery rhymes and sang "Little Bitty" and asked so many questions full of wonder? That wore her hair in curls and bows on top of her head and never stumbled over words?


Why can't I still be that barefoot, wild tomboy that would rather play soccer all day than play with dolls? That spent every hour outside in the backyard that was her universe? That had poison ivy more often than not but didn't care? That wrote endless amounts of stories and dreamt up millions more?


Why can't I still be that awkward, crooked-toothed twelve-year-old that drew comics and played the clarinet? That discovered there was other music out there besides country and made lots of radio station requests? That caught tadpoles in the lake and was allowed to go yard-sale shopping without supervision? That climbed trees and washed dogs and jumped on trampolines and got bit by ants and only needed a shoreline and a surfboard?


Why can't I still be that boy-crazy, dramatic middle-schooler that grew out her bangs and took a theatre class? That sang Disney songs in talent shows and joined yearbook committee and burnt cookies? That went down slip-n-slides and played night games and hated French long before she loved it?


Why can't I still be that shy, curious sophomore that transferred schools and signed up for hip-hop lessons? That drove a little too fast and listened to music a little too loud? That ran track and dressed like a skater and sat in the hallway during lunch? That dyed her hair every color and got lost on her first day and rode bikes everywhere in the summertime?


Why can't I still be that reckless, carefree junior that went dancing on the weekends and watched movies on the weekdays? That got a job and made girl friends and bought too many clothes? That joined Key Club and went to Idaho and choreographed to the Backstreet Boys? That went to concerts and drove around aimlessly and played ping pong? That held nothing back and fell in love and had her heart broken and learned to forgive?


Why can't I still be that responsible, hard-working senior that longed to leave high school and begin her real life? That spent every day at school, work, or both, and became Key Club president and a shift leader? That applied for colleges and scholarships and fixed both eyes on the days ahead? That finally went to prom and learned to curl her hair?


Why can't I still be that nervous, excited college freshman that moved away and learned who she is? That made new friends but treasured the old? That played guitar again and learned to love French and rediscovered her passion for writing? That left her comfort zone and went to France and worked two jobs? That was scared or was lonely or was happier than she had ever been? That fell in love with life, with people, with the world?


I'm not any of those girls anymore. 

I'm all of them. 

That's the amazing thing about life: It goes on.

August 16, 2012

So long, so long.

My summer is over.

And as much as I've complained about it and said it has been hard (which it truly has), I am so glad to know the things I have learned this summer. I think these four months were given to me for a reason, definitely.

A list of things I'm thankful for, pertaining to this summer:
  • The ability and opportunity to have had not only one, but two jobs, where I made new friendships and continued to learn to work hard and be patient.
  • A healthy body that let me walk all over France; work twelve hour shifts; and hike, bike, and run all over Draper.
  • My extraordinary friends that have the courage to take two years out of their lives for the service of the church and the people all over the world. I'm not sure I would be able to leave my life behind for two years. This amazes me endlessly.
  • My family that provides for me, encourages me, and supports me in (almost!) everything I do.
  • My huge puppy that likes to hold my hand and still loves to fall asleep on my lap at night. What would I do without him?
  • My stellar friends that entertained me on many a night and listened to my rants about life. That called me when I needed it the most and spent time with me doing absolutely nothing. It meant so much to me.

A list of my favorite quotes, pertaining to this summer:
  • "You can stomp on the flowers, but you can't stop the spring."
  • "Be afraid, but do it anyway."
  • "When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it - always." -Ghandi
  • "Don't count the days, make the days count."

A list of my favorite books that I have read this summer:
  • Sarah's Key - Tatiana De Rosnay
  • The Help - Kathryn Stockett

Tomorrow I will be back on the road, en route to Cedar City for my second year of college. While last year was a little bittersweet, what with leaving home for the first time and going to a place where I didn't know a single soul, this year is different. This year I know my roommates (who you will meet soon enough, patience my friends) and even though many of my best friends from last year won't be returning, I know that this is going to be one amazing year. I can't wait to see what it has in store for me.

So long, summer.

August 12, 2012

Conversations.

I've met a lot of interesting people lately.

Thursday, at the Twilight Concert:
It was supposed to be Passion Pit playing but apparently he had a mental breakdown due to drugs and couldn't make it. So instead, Rachel, Rosie, and I got to see Austra and Divine Fits (whoever that is). If you saw three girls dancing their hearts out right in the middle of the crowd... Guilty!

Guy drinking beer next to us before the show: Man, I'm so bummed that Passion Pit canceled!
Me: Yeah, so are we!
Guy: Did you hear he's in rehab or something?
Rosie: Yeah, we heard he had a mental breakdown for drugs.
Guy: I just don't get why he couldn't just come play this show first! It's probably because it's Utah. He knew he needed to sober up to come here.

Girl standing in front of us while we were dancing (to her boyfriend): I'm gonna join them.
Girl (to me): You guys are fun! (starts dancing crazy)

Hipster boy behind us: You guys are by far the hardest rockers at this show.
Rosie: Hey, you could be!
Boy: Teach me your moves! Please! I'm just going to copy every single thing you do.

All in all, great night.


Friday, at Plato's:
Okay, background story on this is that I was just chilling in the guys' section straightening denim (which is like the bane of my existence. I don't know why guys jeans have to be so heavy that they fall off the hanger by themselves, and then everyone who shops them just rip them off to make it worse) when I hear this lady talking. No one else was back there.

Lady: Is it just me, or does anyone else think that's really weird? I just think that's really weird.

I didn't think she was talking to me so I just looked away and she walked off. I went back there to see who she was talking to, but there was no one there. Next thing I know, she's behind me, tapping on my shoulder.

Lady: Do you not think that's weird?
Me: Uh, think what's weird?
Lady: The words to the song.
Me: What did it say...?
Lady: "I'm looking for something dumb to do, I think I want to marry you."
Me: Um, yeah, I guess that's weird.
Lady: I just think that is sooooo sad!!!
Me: Okay...

Then she walked away. I'm so glad I have one last crazy customer to remember Plato's by. As if I didn't already have like five million. (Read about more here, if you want.) Also I feel like all these conversations were probably a lot cooler/funnier for me, in person, but whatever.

In other news, my dad broke his arm last week while mountain biking. And when I say "broke", I mean he compound fractured his arm and got life flighted off the mountain. Another day in the Doty household...?


Due to this, I got to spend a day with my brother in Park City last week. We went to the PC Arts Festival and saw Batman (my third time). It was pretty chill and Oakley, where he goes to school, has got to be among the most beautiful places out there.



I also went to Nitro Circus 3D with my other brother. Our family friend known as Jeremy Rawle invited us, so we went. I would highly recommend anything with the words "Nitro Circus" in the title.


Yesterday, I woke up at the crack of dawn (6:30) and went to the hot air balloon festival before work. Then I went back that night to see them glow. Then I played ping pong and N64 Mario Kart with my friends. I'm a pro at both so anyone who wants to challenge me, please do.


And last but not least, I quit both my jobs! I'm a free bird again. Cowabunga and Plato's are behind me, for good this time. Which means (drum roll please) it's back to Cedar on Friday! Ask me if I'm excited. Because that's an understatement.

PS: Special shout out to Instagram for allowing me to create these wonderful, square, vintage style photos to share with you all in order to illustrate my life.

August 1, 2012

Check up.

It's August first. Which means about 16 days left of "summer" for me. (I put that in quotation marks because the majority of my time is spent at work and by the time I get off at night I have like three hours of summer a day.) (But it's okay. It's not a bad thing!) Which, in turn, means it's time to check up on the summer bucket list.

  • Tennis
  • Swimming
  • Draper Park
  • Draper trail
  • Geocaching
  • Scootering/Ripsticking/Biking
  • Learning to cook
  • Floating the Provo River
  • Hiking
  • Dance Central
  • Make videos
  • Rock climbing
  • Cowabunga Bay
  • Drive in movie
  • Camping

I've actually done better than I thought! I need to get cracking on the last few though, seeing as I only have two weeks left. I had to take off skydiving and paragliding because, unfortunately, I'm not made of money. And let's be honest: if I ever am, I will probably just spend it on food.

On the plus side, this summer bucket list has allowed me to find things out that I've never known. Or maybe just forgotten. Like how much I love rock climbing and playing tennis even though I am awful at both. Like how much I've missed hiking and swimming and the tree of life at Draper Park. Like how cold drive in movies can be.

Mostly, though, I've rediscovered my love for bike riding. (And yes, I know I kind of already blogged about biking once but I'm going to do it again.) This summer I have switched out my usual running routine for a biking routine, mostly because it's more fun and I got way out of shape as far as running goes while I was in France. So I've opted for a bike most of the time, and it has been amazing. Not only do you get a great sense of accomplishment when you finally make it up the giant hill you live on top of, but it's also the best way to explore. So far I have found four deer (which include a baby and a buck), a zebra, two emus, a dinosaur, and a new secret treehouse (since my old one is rotting away).

So, I guess this summer has yielded a few benefits. It's definitely been an interesting one. But I'm so ready to go back to Cedar!