doing nothing

Right now, I am a part time student at BYU-Idaho with no job. 

Last semester, I was taking 15 credits and working part-time. I had absolutely no free time and I was always SO stressed. 

I have so much TIME now.

Ideally, I would utilize this extra time wisely and I would go to the gym every day, our house would be spotless, the dishes always done, the laundry always clean. But that doesn't happen. Because I am so GOSH DARN LAZY and so HAPPY TO BE DOING NOTHING. Andy came home yesterday and was so proud of me for having showered and for cleaning up the front room. I think this would maybe be appropriate behavior if I was, you know, taking care of a baby or something. But no. It's just me.

I've resolved to change my daily activities just about every day, but then I push snooze too many times and wake up at 11:00a, just in time to catch A Baby Story on TLC and eat a bowl of Special K while checking the hundred blogs I follow and monitoring facebook. By then I'm just too comfortable to shower or go outside to check the mail.

This sounds like it should be my July schedule, not my January schedule. 

Let it be said that I DO apply for 2 to 3 jobs every single day. I also spend 18 hours a week in my classes.

So don't worry about me. Something will come up. But I just want to remember this epic month of laziness because, to be honest, it's been awesome. 

Haha I just REALLY need a job. 


ode to digby

It is with a heavy heart that I announce the untimely demise of my fish Digby.

We took a weekend trip to Spokane and he died while we were gone.

Maybe it was the coldness of the apartment? Maybe it was the stress of the move? Maybe he was miserable because I forgot his green fake plant in Provo. Maybe he just really missed me.

I am so depressed right now.

Digby had a few predecessors. In June of 2011, I took a trip to New York and Joey died. Katie bought Digby, hoping I wouldn't noticed his passing. I came home. I noticed. And me and Digby became close. So close. Because as they say, betta fishes are a single college girl's best friend. He was with me while I was single and all through my relationship with Andy. He moved with us to our first and second apartments. He's been through all these big events with me and I would just like to take a moment and remember all the great times we had together. He was that special. 

Digby would do flips and splash back into the water. My roommates would not believe me and were in awe when they witnessed his awesomeness. 

He would swim around his bowl and watch me walk around the apartment. I would have conversations with him when no one was around.

I would conveniently place him in the front room and he would sit at the edge of the bowl and watch tv with us. I know you don't believe me, but it's true. 

He played dead. Played dead. Like would float around the bottom of the bowl until you tapped the glass and then he would get really startled and would suddenly wake up and zoom around, laughing I imagine. It scared Estée when she babysat him over Christmas while we were on the east coast. 

^^He was named after this fabulous pup from this fabulous tv show. His name would always remind me of that fantastic summer that we would watch Pushing Daisies every night and make pie and drool over Lee Pace. 

^^Digby in the front seat, ready for our move to Idaho. Just a few weeks ago. Sniff.

^^ His final resting place. I made Andy remove him from his bowl. I couldn't take it. Each said a word and flushed him together. Such a special moment. 

It's been rad, Digby. Enjoy fish heaven.


life lately

my life lately according to instagram:

And now prepare yourself for a few paragraphs of rambling.

So the other day I got this beeeeyoootiful new case for my snazzy iPhone5 from urban outfitters. I love it. I've already gotten a handful of compliments on it. And see look, florals. Feminine. I'm becoming more of a girl. I'm also wearing a very purply shirt that makes me uncomfortable because of how purply it is but I'm going with it because no one here will judge me because no one here knows me. Brilliance.

Super love.

As of today I have officially made it into 3 classes: Digital Illustration, Narrative Illustration, and Head Painting. All are 400 level classes and they are hard. Jeez. As conceded as it sounds, I never thought BYUI classes would be much harder than BYU's. It turns out that no matter where you are, advanced classes are going to be advanced. We all turned in a digital painting of an apple on the second day of my Digital Illustration class. Mine was decent--I mean I thought so. It being my first ever digital painting and all. Every single one of the others was perfection. Legitimate art. It was disheartening to watch my professor walk straight past my apple without a second look. Is it so pathetic that I miss the favoritism my BYU-Provo professors showed me? It's hard going from a place where you're loved to a place where you're unknown. I'm starting to see what my family went through when they moved to Virginia a few months ago.

I'm adjusting to this Rexburg life rather easily. To be honest it's hardly different. It's as though they took  a corner out of Provo and plopped it into a frozen wasteland. There's a temple on the hill and everything. I'm living my life exactly the way I was living a month ago in Provo...as long as you subtract target, starbuck's hot chocolate, forever 21, 40º, and multiple fro-yo stands out of the equation. I still sit on the couch with pinterest on my lap and tlc playing in the background for a few hours a day. The biggest change is that I am without my best friends and Andy has a lot more to do now that he is in school. I find myself with a lot more free time, which you will never see me complaining about. I seriously love free time. My perfect day includes staying home and never leaving my apartment. Fo shizzle. I'm a fake extrovert everybody.

And that's that. Excited to go to Spokane this weekend. Excited to go to Provo the weekend after. Our ward already thinks we're inactive....since we haven't met anybody yet.....oops.



obsessed with special victims

I don't have a job yet. I've only been able to sign up for 2 classes.
Let's just say I've been home a lot lately.
And what happens to be playing constantly on channel 42?

So naturally, I laughed really hard when I saw this commercial.

But speaking of jobs and special victims, I have an interview at a daycare in a few hours (ew, did I really just connect those together? Are you horrified by my brain yet? I think I need to turn off the tv.) Perhaps a job with lots of grimy sobbing children will stifle my endless baby hunger. Probably not, but here's to hoping! Wish me luck!



Dear friends,
These are my resolutions for this year. I am posting them publicly so that you can all hold me accountable when I decide to quit trying, because, come on, we all know that will happen by at least February. But cheers to trying, right?

Rachelly's 2013 resolutions:

1. Feel better about my body by eating healthier, counting calories, and exercising daily (whether that means running, going to the gym, or just doing 5 push-ups before I go to bed. Just SOMETHING.)
-Eat 2 fruits daily
-Eat 2 veggies daily

2. Pray morning and night with Andy

3. Spend at least 10 minutes a day doing something spiritual. Listen to a conference talk, read scriptures, mediate or study something.
-Finish the Book of Mormon by December 2013

4. Graduate from college by December 2013.
-Have above a 3.0 gpa. This is something I CAN do!

5. Read 10+ books this year.
-The Great Gatsby
-Animal Farm
-Lord of the Flies
-Life of Pi
-Fahrenheit 451
-Getting these classics out of the way. Any other recommendations?

6. Decorate our new apartment comfortably with awesome eclectic stuff. Spend more time thrifting, less time spending money. Paint furniture, finish DIY projects, make it my own. Put those pinterest skills to use

7. Get at least 100 followers on my blog. Learn how to make money blogging. See if it's something I want to do.

8. Start an etsy shop. Make paintings with an intent to sell them. Begin that career now.

9. Waste less time, care less about myself and do more for others. Serve more. Do better in my church calling. Do better in my marriage. Try harder. Care more!

10. There's one more.
But... That one will stay private until I believe the world is ready for that info.
Well then, why did I even bother including it here?
I couldn't leave the list at an uneven number like 9! Think of all those poor OCD people reading my blog who would be aching miserably. I'm looking out for them.
You all can just deal with me leaving you hanging. Grow up, come on. 

Happy blurry new year!