If You Think a Girl Talking About Leg Hair is Gross, You Probably Shouldn't Read This Post

Why do humans have to be primates? Seriously, why? Especially in this day and age where if a girl has any hair, besides what is on her head, she is considered a disgusting creature.

This rant comes from the hour that I spent shaving my legs. I kid you not, it took me an hour to shave the whole surface of my legs.  Usually, I shave my shins, calves, and half way up my thigh. No one is going to see above that, I'm LDS people.  But since I am going swimming tonight, I was forced by the stigma of society to shave the entirety of my legs.  The last time I did this, was probably last summer, because it takes too flipping long. YOLO. I went through a whole Gaelic Storm album over the time that it took me to shave and shower. I don't understand why it is that people think for a girl to be beautiful she has to be hairless. Sometimes I wish I was European, so that I didn't have to care. But then I wouldn't have freedom and I probably wouldn't be LDS. Oh, the sacrifices that we have to make.  I also wish that I didn't care what other people thought of me, but because I am a human being, I have self esteem issues, just like everyone else. Therefore, I suffered through an hour of putting blades to my skin just so that I wouldn't have a Teacher call me 'gross' at my wards pool party tonight.  Or any of the Young Women that I still know. Or some of the little children that are brutally honest.

I am a mammal. I have hair everywhere else that males have hair. Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean that I don't grow hair. Although, it would be super nice to not have a person laser it off, but I go to college, so that's not possible.
And also you never know when someone has a hormonal imbalance or something which is why they have so much hair. It could very well be a medical condition. So why can't they be beautiful?

Moral of this story, don't judge people based on social stigmas, love them for who they are and not what they look like. Also, shaving takes to long and sucks which is why I have hair on my legs sometimes and wear jeans a lot.

-Korrin

My Cat Flatters Me Like No Other

Eliot is such a sweet cat.

Yes he hisses, yes he scratches, yes he tries to sleep in my spot, yes he shakes the bed with the force of his bathing at night bathing is SERIOUS BUSINESS, but he's very sweet.

He has an adorable meow, he loves to roll around, and he loves to sing.

Well... he loves to sing with me.

See, one night I started singing to myself because gosh darn it, I love to sing. We hadn't had Eliot very long, so we were still getting used to each other--which explains why I was so surprised when he jumped up on me and started running from one end of the couch to the other, meowing the whole time. So naturally, as the cat was all over me and the couch, I assumed that he didn't like it. Because, you know, everyone is a critic.

But upon further experimentation and study, it turned out that he liked it. No--Eliot LOVED hearing me sing.


And he still does. He doesn't run around anymore, but he will slowly ease his way into the same room as the singer. And, if he really likes the song, he'll quietly meow along with you. His favorite song, believe it or not, is "I Dreamed A Dream" from Les Mis. He's classy.

But today, I experienced the strangest thing of all time.

Eliot responded to a recording and thought it was me.

I'm watching "Hello, Dolly!" because it's amazing and I love it and everyone else in the world should love it too. The time period, the costumes, the actors, the songs, EVERYTHING is just fabulous!

But Eliot's favorite is when Barbara Streisand sings "Love Is Only Love", because he thinks it's me.

That's right. Eliot thought that Barbara Streisand was me.

He never responds to recordings.

Ever.

But he ran in the room and stared at me because he thought I was singing and was sad that I would sing such a pretty song without him there.

He's too nice to me.

~Kylie

IT'S MONDAY

DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS

IT MEANS THAT SOON AMANDA WILL BE GETTING HER BOOK

IT MEANS THAT OUR BOOKS ARE ON THE WAY

EMILY SHOULD GET HERS BY THE END OF THE WEEK

I AM SO EXCITED I CAN'T EVEN

~Kylie

Okay Maybe I Really Am Going To Die

I have been in Yellowstone ALL WEEK, walking around, tripping over rocks and stuff, and generally doing crazy things.

Aaaaaaand then we get to the Thursday.

All I was supposed to do was take out the last load to the car. That's it! That's all! Just take my backpack, purse, and some pillows down a few stairs and into the car.

That didn't happen.

My foot decided not to step right or something on the last stair, so Kylie came tumbling down. Apparently I hit my back on the stairs as I came down, but I had no idea that happened until my mom told me. And no--my back does not hurt. At all. But my right foot started the swell up just beneath my ankle almost immediately, and my left leg completely jammed up.

Why do I even get out of bed in the morning?

There was a maid up on the second floor who heard me fall and helped us get ice and, believe it or not, a couple of very nice paramedics. And, believe it or not, they made me a pillow splint. Yes. A pillow splint. There is such a thing.

So we managed to get to Driggs, Idaho and into an urgent care clinic where all of the staff were super nice and helpful. Like seriously, if you ever get hurt in Idaho I can assure you that you'll have spectacularly awesome care.

Also there was a really cute unpaid doctor intern there and it was totally awesome so if you're reading this and you were an unpaid doctor intern in Driggs, Idaho and your last day was July 25th, 2013 and you remember the girl from Salt Lake who fell off a stair then I'm totes that gal and you are cute so if you somehow happen to come across this blog for some weird reason and say "Gee I wonder if that's the girl I talked to" then YES it totes is and hi you're cute

My medical instructions are pretty much "wear a splint" and "put ice on it" and "use crutches if you need them" and "never ever never wear flip flops ever" but LOL like I'm going to listen to that last one.

But it's been a lot better than I thought it would be. I thought I'd be rolling on the ground, screaming "THIS MUST BE WHAT PAIN FEELS LIKE!!!!!!!!" at any given time, but I'm not. I'm barely using the crutch(es), with the exception of long distances and stairs. It's a ton better than I thought it'd be, especially since I was bracing myself for today because it was the dreaded THIRD DAY but it was definitely not absolutely unbearable.

So I'm doing well and not hurting way too crazy bad.

But if this post doesn't make sense, I blame the bruise.

~Kylie

...And They're Off!!

That's right peeps, they are done!! We finished our project and they are in the mail to get to our two special missionaries. Amanda's will reach the MTC on July 30 and Emily's will be in Minnesota on Aug. 5. Here's me and Kylie at the post office.

It is such a relief to have them done. Now they will make those two cry like they made us cry! Justice is Served!! Plus, we got to do something really special for those that we love and hopefully they will be a help to those special ladies.

Btw, it is really hard to write a testimony while listening to "Darcy's Donkey" by Gaelic Storm. Like, really hard. I kept laughing while I was trying to be serious and heart felt. Kylie didn't fair any better than I did. It was quite hilarious.

-Korrin

Something is Trying to Kill Me

There keeps being reports on the news lately saying things like "An LDS missionary died today" or "an LDS missionary was in a fatal train accident"

Every time they come on my heart drops and I stare at the tv going "please don't say it please don't say it" waiting for names I would recognize. And these are just my friends that I'm worried about. I can't imagine what it's going to be like if I ever have a son. Oh, crap. I'm having a nephew...

Anyway, if this keeps happening, I'm going to have a heart attack. So please stop trying to kill me circumstance, I can't handle the pressure. 

Brownies of Awesomness

I keep forgetting that I'm supposed to update this blog with the things that are happening in my life. Oops. 

My friend Bri, the other missionary, left Wednesday to the MTC in Provo where she will be in the same building as Amanda. Cool, huh?  Tuesday night Mandy and me had a sleepover at her house, which was really weird because her mom doesn't like them. Anyway, we played games and watched Doctor Who, because Bri is awesome where some others are not. I was so tired that I basically slept all day Wednesday. That morning before she was set apart we said our goodbyes. She said that if we didn't write her she would come back and beat us up. The thing is, Mandy and I have been planning something special since the Sunday before. Tomorrow, we are going to Provo to mail Bri and Amanda brownies. So as she is threatening us we both sat there thinking, "calm down sweetie, we got this covered." It was awesome. 

Wednesday was also Pioneer Day and besides sleeping the only thing exciting that happened was me getting hit in the face with falling debri. Aerial fireworks are scary. 

 Today we made the brownies that we are shipping tomorrow. It was super easy and fast, so we played on her wii for a few hours. 

Then later I went to get the mail. There were two letters in there. Both for me. One was Amanda's weekly letter and the other a puzzle of a baby wolf from Kylie because she was in Yellowstone this week and almost died and sprained her ankle and stuff. I feel very loved. 

I Saw That The Last Post Was Called "First Contact" And Legitimately Got Super Jealous

But that's because I thought the Enterprise or like a passing Vulcan ship or something had come and talked to Korrin and not me and I was going to be quite upset.

I have yet to hear from Sister Merrill, but then again, I've been in Yellowstone since Sunday. There will be more posts about my experiences there, but I don't have much time now to adequately explain anything and everything that happened.

Although, I CAN say that I got a souvenir for each of my two favorite missionaries. But I shan't say what it is. Y'all can puzzle that riddle out for yourselves. 

So, expect more posts about my silly fun adventures and near death experiences along with pictures, and don't forget to write your missionaries!

~Kylie

First Contact

I keep writing things about what happened to me the day after. Sorry. But when they happen I am either busy, without WiFi, or too tired to write.

Yesterday, was the last farewell that I have planned to go to this summer. We will see if that holds true. They never get any easier, I always cry. Especially when the missionary cries themselves. I'm like Gus, a sympathetic crier.
 I spent the whole day at her house playing games and being a quiet support for my very antisocial friend.  Her siblings are crazy good at Egyptian Rat-screw. Like wicked fast and when they don't get what they want they start slapping each other and screaming. It is really entertaining. Especially when you beat them to something that can be slapped and they can't hit you because you aren't their sibling so they still hit each other. I got much evil satisfaction from it. They did gently hit me though. I have been at their house way to often lately...

Today, I got my first contact from Sister Merrill. FINALLY!! I sent her an email, reluctantly. Last I knew it was only family who could email, and as much that I feel she is my sister, I'm not actually related to her. But she sent one back without reprimanding me, so I think it is okay. She has been so busy that she hasn't written us back yet, but she will soon. Or else. I have found that missionary contact brightens my bad days. For instance, this morning I had a zombie dream. They come around every so often. So I was not a happy camper. I wouldn't even talk to my parents because I was so grouchy. But after a nice shower and Em's email I feel fine. It's weird what will cheer me up sometimes. But not this time.


-Korrin

This is what Happens When You Don't Write People Letters

Or "Missionaries are Supposed to Forgive"
My dear friend who is leaving on her mission this week sent me something special from little under a month ago(FINALLY). And after sharing it with Kylie, we decided to share it on here. A.K.A Kylie peer pressured me Emily, DON'T HURT ME. (JK, Kylie didn't peer pressure me, it was just too good to pass up)
Hopefully, Emily will forgive us and Amanda won't laugh to hard and die. Check it out.

-Korrin

This Is Probably The Cause Of All My Page-Related Problems

I painted my fingernails like Sweet Tooth which is probably why that page was super angry and jumped ship. 

So technically nothing is my fault and I am absolved from all guilt. PROOF!

~Kylie

I Plead Butterfingers

I really don't even know how that page came out of Amanda's book.

It came out all by itself. I really don't think it was even a tear, it was just kind of a... I don't even know the word for it. It just wanted to come out.

One second, THIS innocent scene: 

And then the very next, THIS:

It was absolutely terrifying.

Luckily, as Korrin said earlier, we managed to fix it, but the terror is still in my heart.

I'll be sure to let you know if I ever leave my blanket cave.

~Kylie

Kylie is good at turning pages

We are working on our books and guess what happens. Kylie turns a page and rips it out. Without meaning to the page comes right out. Her face looked super shocked (picture to follow) The page is the fixed one but still. We had to slowly pry the quote from the page and to save the picture we tore the page out from underneath it. (Another picture to follow)

So Amanda's book may be one page less at least we didn't get salsa in it like Emily's. It's just a different kind of love. 

The Tail End of a Long Week

This week has been super duper busy. I am an introvert people, so why in the flim-flam have I been with friends every single day this week? Why? WHY? Because, for once in my life, I have things to do. It's so weird...

Tuesday I went to do Baptisms for the dead at the temple with some friends.  We didn't know that the other temple in our area was closed for the week and got stuck at the temple for three hours.  THREE HOURS. Baptisms usually take 30 minutes to an hour, maybe, but the entire chapel area was filled with people.  And I forgot that 12 year old's go too.  I'm used to the Logan temple where there are only college students there during the day. It was so freaky. The first 2 hours weren't bad because it's the temple and I got to receive some nice revelation. #duh.  But after that your bottom starts to hurt and the deacons sitting in front of you start to get really annoying. I'm glad I went, but I really need to figure out a way to keep up on what temples are closed or not, because that temple visit took 5ever.
After that the friend I went with to the temple came with me to "kidnap" a friend of ours who is leaving next week on her mission. We took over her house and watched movies with her and her siblings till midnight. I never stay out that late. It was a miracle that I was coherent the next day with the little sleep that I got. At least, I don't remember biting anyone's head off that day.

Wednesday Kylie and I spent the day together, working. We are almost done, I can taste it!

Thursday I spent the entire day with the same friend who is leaving next week. She is going to California and after her decision to spend the school year in Washington last year, I'm really going to miss her.  Especially since we spent the day watching British TV. Barely anyone I know will do that with me. A few hours yes, but not 6 episodes in one day, plus a movie towards the end. We also had fun making fools of ourselves by playing Badminton, badly. Very, very badly. The last days I spend with my friends before they depart to serve the Lord are really special and probably some of the funnest days in my life.
I also got a second letter from Amanda yesterday!!  They always make me smile. But I haven't gotten anything from Emily...Given it has to go to Minnesota instead of Provo, but I'm still worried. I am going to email her. Sometime soon.

And that brings us to today, another day full of pasting and quotes and pictures.  And watching Firefly.  That's right, I am making a goal to have Kylie watch all of Firefly, just for you Amanda.  Plus it's AWESOME, and she will totally love it all.


Sorry that I'm not as entertaining as Kylie, but when I think of writing things its usually while I am sitting in bed trying to sleep and then I forget them by the morning. And then I wake up grumpy because all the funny things I come up with kept me up for too long into the night. It's a vicious cycle.

-Korrin

Don't Be Alarmed If You Can't Find Me Tomorrow Because I'm Probably In Space

The other day, I ate at Panda Express.

BUT WAIT THAT'S NOT EVEN THE EXCITING PART.

The exciting part is that I got the best fortune cookie fortune in the history of all time.

It says "You will discover new frontiers."

So basically I'm destined to sail through the universe on the starship Enterprise just like I always knew I was, solving problems of apocalyptic levels on multiple planets, debating multiple beings into order, and who knows maybe I'll even have time to swing by Bug World or Pigfarts for a quick chat with Bug and Rumbleroar.

So if you can't find me tomorrow, just look up.

Because that's where I'll be.

~Kylie, Starship Ranger

One Sentence Blog Post: Eve

So if Satan as a snake told Eve to eat the fruit... doesn't that make Eve a parseltongue?

~Kylie

Grateful to still be young

My sisters baby shower was today. I have never been at a more boring place than baby and bridal showers. Ever. This is including college lectures. Any of them. All they are is a bunch of ladies who are remotely connected sitting around talking only to the people they know. It's like a high school lunch room full of clicks. Except ten times less fun. At least my sis now has some needed things for her baby. And I got cookies out of it. Not free ones, because I made them, but still. 

I talked to my mother and sister about it after. They asked if I had fun. I said heck no. Then they gave the answer that always annoys when given. You'll understand when you're older. I mean seriously. If I have to enjoy baby showers, literally sitting there in a crowded room full of awkward silences, I would rather stay a teenager. Thank you. 

People keep telling me adulthood has its parts that are better than adolescence. The only thing I have found so far is getting to hang out with your friends whenever you want and independence. But even then, that sucks. It better get better. If I start to like "parties" that are just eating, talking, lame games, and awkward silence, someone slap me. Some music was much needed. I just want the good parts of adulthood to catch up to the responsibility and anxiety that I already experience daily. 

To sum up, I want to go to Neverland and never grow up. I think adulthood should be experienced with as much child like behavior as possible. It's so much more fun that way. I don't understand why people think that growing up means you can never act silly and hyper again. They don't know how to have fun. Like going in a star tunnel and spinning so it looks like Star Wars. It's okay to act weird people, it's more fun than this normal that people tell me I should have. Why? There's no point. I'm happy being weird. 

One Sentence Blog Post: The MTC

If they don't serve chicken par-MISSION at the MTC cafeteria, then they're doing it wrong.

~Kylie

A rather boring adventure

Sorry, me again. After my last post I did something else that was cool. But to any normal person, it's kinda boring. 

I BLEACHED MY HAIR. I AM NOW BLONDE AGAIN!!!! WHOOO!! I'VE MISSED IT!!

I was born blonde but with age my hair darkened. This is the second time that I have ever dyed my hair, and last time it was just subtle streaks. 

Random people reading this shouldn't really care, (unless you're Amanda's mom, HI) but hopefully my missionaries will care when they get back. Of course I will write a letter too. 

-Korrin

What Happens When Kylie Gets Bored And Peruses The App Store

I found a kaleidoscope app and decided to play with it.

So I started writing names in cursive and it got a little out of control.

These two say "Komo":

And then my name: 

And then in honor of my favorite missionaries, I wrote down their missions. The following say Argentina and Minnesota, respectively

I would apologize for my short attention span, but I'm really actually not sorry.

~Kylie

Actual progress and FIRST LETTER!!

Hey, everyone. Yes, I still contribute. Just in case you were wondering with Kylie's obsession over our awesome blog. I have to admit it is really addicting. Writing gives me a sort of high, like a natural happy one, not a drug induced one, because those are dumb.  It's the kind of high that you get when you are hanging out at a movie premiere or something like that.  It feels so good that I have decided to start writing my book again. This may subside significantly when school starts again, but hopefully I can update the chapters here, in case you wanted to read.

Yesterday, Kylie and I made significant progress on our books. Like, we actually started gluing things into them!! Its totes exciting.  I did 25 pages of Emily's book, and Kylie did 16 of Amanda's. I did more because Kylie kept having problems with the glue. It was actually quite hilarious.  We wrote an introduction that had us laughing a ton, and we accidentally got salsa in Emily's book. But salsa and love are the same thing, they are both red and squishy. (so she doesn't yell at me: Kylie came up with that)  There will probably be a ton of dog hair in them because my dog sheds a lot.  Oops.  Anyway, on the back page we did something special. Take a look.

The first one is from Em's book, and the second (obviously) from Amanda's.  There are some definite mistakes, but that will make it so they know for sure that we made them by hand.  For example, the E on Emily's book is supposed to be decorated with yellow, but I messed up and did it in blue first. And you can't see the words "Hogwarts" and "there" on Manda's cause her book is red and dumb. The charms that you see are their favorite animals. A Dolphin for Em and an Elephant for Manda. The picture is of the four of us the last day we all hung out and went to the dinosaur museum. (Maybe our lives are a little full of dinosaurs. but only because they are cool.)  And the pic is bordered by the Hogwarts colors in the order that we are standing. The rest of the book is pictures and quotes and scriptures put in where ever we want. Some of them coordinate, some of them don't. Good luck figuring out which is which. Muahahahaha.

Today, I received something special.

Yep, a letter. Actually, it's two letters from Hermana Lloyd.  She wrote one before she got my letter and then one after.  She loves the MTC and her district, even though all of the elders are right out of high school and weird.  But the Sprite machine is apparently giving her trust issues because the soda is not always good. I had the privilege of being the first to write to her.  I don't know why I am talking about all of this because this blog is for them to know whats going on with me, not re-reading what they wrote to me. But it's the first letter I have gotten and I'm just so flipping happy.  I have been watching for this for days.

I also made my mom watch AVPM! And she liked it and thought it hilarious. I'm happy, she might actually trust my ideas of what is hilarious or not now. *fingers crossed*

Other than that, all I have been doing is preparing for my sisters baby shower on Saturday. We made cookies today because it may rain and is actually pleasant weather outside.  Baby showers are HARD.  Too much stuff to do, but I get butter cream mints out of it so I am good.

Later,
 -Korrin

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Stylus + Keyboard = Perfection

My aunt recently brought me a keyboard that goes with my iPad, and let me tell you, it is the greatest thing ever. It really is. I can type lots of things a lot easier than I could with my clunky fingers. Well, my fingers are still clunky, but I can type better so meh.

Anyways, what does this mean? It means I can update the blog like I'm doing now--ON THE IPAD! WHOOOOO!!!!! This way, I can update from things like vacation and nobody has to miss a single solitary moment of my utterly fascinating life! Huzzah!

And in other news, I GOT A STYLUS TODAY! I've been wanting one for a while because it's hard to draw with fingers and I like to draw. Also, it's helpful with writing notes and stuff but writing is less important now that I have an awesome keyboard.

But this means I can now add pictures to the blog! Look! 

This is a picture of me being ecstatic about my new stylus. I thought green seemed like an appropriate color to describe the feeling of ecstatic. Ecstasy? I don't know. I don't need book larnin'. I have a stylus.

~Kylie

I'm Not Going To Die

Korrin thinks I'm going to die.

Not because I do dumb things.

Not because I say dumb things.

Not because I am clumsy.

She thinks I'm going to die because I called her "old sport".

I don't even remember the context of the conversation we were having. All I know is that we were conversing one second, and then the next thing I know I'm getting a message that says "DON'T SAY THAT!!!!!!!!!!" Now I may not remember the context of the conversation, and I may be too lazy to look it up, but I do know I didn't say anything to warrant this level of what seems to be animosity. So while I sat there in my confusion, I get another message. Something to the effect of "When you use that phrase, I start worrying that I'm going to find you dead in a swimming pool, bleeding out all over the place."

Now, imma let you finish Korrin, but I am one of the best clumsy people of all time, and there is no freaking way I am going by a swimming pool in the immediate future. 

I hurt myself trying to sit in a chair today.

But now basically I'm going to go around calling everyone "old sport" for, oh, only the rest of my life.

So see ya soon, old sport.

~Kylie (old sport)

(old sport)

(old)

(sport)

Dude, Where's My Letter?

Wait. Wa-wa-wa-wa-wait.

Wait.

Where is my letter?

I believe I am owed several letters.

Emily hasn't written me yet. It's not like she doesn't have my address or anything. I gave it to her 5eva ago. So she has my address.

And Amanda wrote her family first. Not a problem. Her first letter should go to her family.

But where is my letter?

Like I'm pretty sure I'm owed a letter by this point.

I AM ALONE.

I AM SUFFERING.

THERE IS NO ONE HERE EXCEPT KORRIN.

WHAT ABOUT ME AND MY NEEDS?!

*collapses into a puddle of tears*

~Kylie

Of Dares and Dinosaurs

I just finished writing my first letter to our dear missionaries. I didn't cry as much as I thought I would. Like at all actually.  Sister Merrill's letter was longer than Hermana Lloyd's but that makes sense considering she has been gone 10 days where as the other has been gone just 3.  I told them one thing that I have been told never, ever to tell a missionary, that I miss them.  Heck, I missed them before they had even left.  I pray that it doesn't make them super home sick. Although I did finish it with, "I know you are supposed to be doing this and me saying these things is completely selfish so don't let it get you down." I hope that helps...
But I also told them that we have been working really hard on something, and I know they will love it, but that's all I'm going to say. I hope it drives them nuts. and trust me, I know my friends, it will. Muwahahahaha.
But for you, dear readers, I will tell you what it is we are doing.  Kylie and I have been working on some scrapbook type things full of pictures, quotes, scriptures, testimonies, etc.  We have been doing this in the hope that when they are having hard days they can pull it out, remember us, and their families, and find inspiration and love in its pages.  But life keeps happening and we are only half way done. We plan to mail it to them, and force them to take it with them. One kink in this is that Amanda had the same idea(well technically we stole it from her Pinterest, but still) she made us all picture books of our last big day together at the Dinosaur museum. She left us a letter telling us to fill it with the same things that Kylie and I are putting in theirs.  It's weird how much we think alike sometimes.
P.S. no one is allowed to tell them until after they get them, because it's supposed to be a secret.  Or Kylie will back me up and help me hide the bodies and help me be angry at the injustice. But seriously, don't contact them about it.

Simultaneously while I was writing said letters, Kylie was talking to me about dinosaurs. Get comfy kids, this story will take some explanation. You see, there is this show on BBC called Primeval. It's amazing watch it, plus Andrew Lee Potts. Anyway, its about how there are these gateways between the era's of the dino's and our modern day world and how dinosaurs escape and wreck London. Now America has started a spin off on Syfy called Primeval: New World.  At first I was worried that this was American television taking British TV and calling it original and ruining it. (trust me, they've done it before) I was wrong, its and actual spin off and I am really excited to watch it.  Kylie was watching and episode today with Elephant Birds. At least that's what the museum at Thanksgiving Point called them. She was telling me how scary they were because she watched them eat a guy.  well if you know us at all this turned into a discussion on whether or not as giant bird could eat someone.

Kylie maintains that birds should not be able to eat people, while I counter by saying that bigger birds need more than worms, etc. Then she catches me off guard by saying that it almost killed Zane

Okay, now Zane needs an explanation.  Zane is a character on another Syfy show called Eureka, currently over. Watch it to, its on Netflix. Do it, cause its totally worth it.   Zane is amazing and super attractive. And a bad boy. (I really hope no boys are reading this, cause it makes me seem shallow. I'M NOT SHALLOW, I just know how to appreciate beauty, my father is a photographer) Any-who, we call him Zane because we have never bothered to remember the actors name and we have both seen the show. 

Anyway, the dinosaurs almost kills him (honestly our lives aren't filled with dinosaurs, I promise, it just seems like a theme.) and I tell Kylie that Zane is "invincible with his super abs." Seriously, he should be a super hero, cause...yeah... She says his legs are vulnerable, I assume that's what the dino attacked. I maintain that he is invincible and that if they killed him I would never forgive them.

Now this comes back to my letter writing. She was distracting me with the conversation as I am trying to be Spiritual as I write my best friends.  I tell her so and she immediately tells me to write to them about it.  I didn't think it appropriate to write about super abs to our to girl missionaries so I tell her no.  Then I say I could put it on the blog since the whole point of this is to write what we can't, or shouldn't put in our letters down. So Kylie replies and tells me, and I quote, "BLOG ABOUT IT, DO IT" Yes, it was in caps.  Therefore, she basically dared me to write this elaborate explanation down of our conversation, hence the title.

I know this was long and kind of everywhere, but I dare you to make a conversation with my friends coherent. Any of them. We talk about how we are going to take over the world with llamas for crying out loud. We talk about how dinosaurs should have salvation in the eternities so that we can ride them around. We talk about Starkid. That should be explanation enough. 

-Korrin

To Stay Or Not To Stay--It Wasn't Really A Question

Once upon a time, I didn't go on a mission.

The end.

JKLOL, that's not the end of this post. Unfortunately, how I found out that I didn't need to serve a mission was a much longer story.

After my friends got their mission calls, I went through a mini-crisis. I started to look around me and notice how many people I knew who were preparing to serve a mission of their own. "They're calling in the troops!" Amanda had said once, and I couldn't help but notice how true it was. Everyone around me who I had learned to call my friends were preparing to serve. And I felt so alone.

I began to agonize over whether or not God needed me where I was. What if He needed me somewhere else? What if *gulp* He needed me in the mission field? I was just starting to get comfortable where I was--how could I just leave everything behind me and serve a mission?

Suddenly, everything I had ever known about my life had been thrown out the window. I remember being little--like Sunbeam little--and feeling a wave of peace upon hearing that girls didn't need to serve. Now, though, it seemed like that might not be what my Heavenly Father wanted me to do. And I knew that above all, I wanted to do what my Heavenly Father wanted--no, needed--me to do.

So I asked.

And asked.

And asked.

And asked.

For weeks, I prayed, read my scriptures, fasted, poured over my patriarchal blessing, did everything I could to attempt to discover what my plan was. And over and over again, I received no answer.

At one point, I made the remark that I would NOT prepare to serve, and I got the weirdest feeling. I was so confused--was I supposed to prepare to serve a mission, but not actually go? Would I be going later? Nothing seemed to make any sense anymore.

Until I made the deal.

I made a deal with God. I made a deal that if I needed to go, I would have an undeniable "sign" that I needed to put all of my faith in the Lord and leave my earthly home for 18 months in order to help others prepare for their heavenly home for the rest of eternity. After explaining all the reasons I felt that serving a mission would be the wrong choice for me, I asked that if I was supposed to go that the bishop would, essentially, tell me that I needed to.

I never said it was a good deal. I only said it was fail proof.

Really though, I couldn't stop thinking about an experience one of my family members had that was extremely similar, and I figured that if the Lord needed me, an encore wouldn't be too much to ask for. It all made sense to me, and I knew that even though I felt really silly, God would come through for me.

And He did.

That next Sunday, I was terrified. I kept imagining the bishop walking up to me and explaining that he had a weird feeling that he needed to talk to me about missions and missionary work, and I knew that I didn't want to go, nor did I think I was able to adequately serve my Heavenly Father. But I was willing to go if I was needed.

Turns out, Heavenly Father was pretty sick of me asking when I already knew the answer.

The opening hymn that day was "I'll Go Where You Want Me To Go", a hymn that I had always liked, but never really thought about.

It may not be on the mountain height or over the stormy sea,
It may not be at the battle's front my Lord will have need of me.
But if, by a still, small voice he calls, to paths that I do not know,
I'll answer, dear Lord, with my hand in thine:
I'll go where you want me to go.

I had always considered these words to be about missionary work, a hymn that was always sung at farewells, along with "Called to Serve". But I had never considered that this hymn was about me.

I have no shame in admitting that by the word "height", I was already crying. And I wasn't able to finish the rest of the song because I was crying. I had already expected to receive an answer that day, but I never thought it would come in the form of a slap upside the head. The Lord doesn't need everyone out there; some people can do more good where they're already at.

And then, without a doubt, I knew that I was already where I could do the most good. And, thankfully, I've never again questioned God's judgment.

I guess some of us just have to take a bit of a beating before we can get God's message through our thick skulls.

Also aren't you sad that my blog wasn't super short in the beginning like you thought it was like this is super long.

~Kylie

Intro by an Amateur Blogger

I'm Korrin Jackson Y'all, the other author of this blog. As Kylie has previous stated we started this blog so that when out dear friends Amanda and Emily get back in December of 2014 and January of 2015 they can read up on our crazy adventures in the life of an average college student. Since Kylie and I go to two different colleges there should be many that have nothing to do with each other. I hope you can keep up. 

Since I am not as "experienced" in the blogging world as my counterpart my sections may be shorter and slightly less funny.  Although on occasion I am definitely more hilarious than Kylie.(she is weird) Please bear with me as I write this. Most of my posts will probably be about weird things that kids said to me because I now hold a full time position as an After School Club leader in the City of Logan.  This doesn't start till school starts though...

As previously mentioned when the missionary age changed in the October 2012 conference many of my friends felt like the Lord was speaking straight to them.  However, the only thought that came to me as I heard that historic announcement in my tiny dorm room was that it was a life changing announcement and that it was the coolest thing that could be said at that conference.  Over the next few weeks I was constantly asked "Are you going?" to which I replied, "I don't know yet." My parents thought that it was the right move for me, but they didn't know if that was the Spirit telling them that, or if they just wanted me to go because they personally know what a mission does for a young person, having both gone themselves.  I prayed for months, always pondering on whether it was right for me to go and if that was the Lord's plan for me. I used all my resources, prayer, scripture study, patriachical blessing, conference, everything, and I was still unsure. Then one day in my Study of Modern Prophets Institute class I got my for sure answer.  Institute is a wonderful place to recieve inspiration.  Going wasn't in my cards.  The Lord needed me to stay at Utah State because there were people there who needed me.  

Now I am one of the few who got the no answer.  And I get some funny looks by people who don't understand, going to school and helping the people around me is as much of a mission as flying off to a different place.  This is my mission for now, it may not be a Church appointed one, but it is defintely one that was given by Heavenly Father. 

I hope that other people read this and are blessed by it.  Maybe they are having seperation anxiety from their own dear friends, or boyfriends/girlfriends, and need to know that they are not alone. They will be here with me.  Most of it will be weird and you may not get all the references (Warning: we are total nerds/geeks) but it will be good. After all, we are both amateur writers. 

-Korrin

Wait, What? The Story of How This Blog Came To Be

A blog? About what? Will this keep running for more than three weeks?

These are all questions you're probably asking yourself, especially if you happen to know the authors of this blog.

Okay, if you know me.

The point of this blog is quite simple: Korrin and myself are alone.

See, we two are part of an extremely exclusive club of four total members. The Four Musketeers. The Super Friends. Hogwarts. We go by many names, but the point is that there's four of us who can't live without the others. Each of us belongs in a different Hogwarts house--I come from Slytherin, Korrin from Ravenclaw, Amanda Lloyd from Gryffindor, and, we have FOUND, Emily Merrill comes from Hufflepuff. We each contribute our own unique flair to our friendship that makes each of us stronger. We were all so scared when college came and we wouldn't see each other every day, but somehow, we all became closer. Maybe because none of us had anyone else we felt we could rely on. But anyways, we are all incredibly close and I we have panic attacks have withdrawals if we don't talk to each other regularly.

But all of this changed when President Monson announced the age change for missionaries. Both of our good friends felt as if this was right for them. They both felt the call to serve extended specifically to them, and they turned in their papers as soon as they were able.

I'm not going to lie--I panicked. A lot. For multiple reasons. But at the same time, I knew that serving a mission was definitely not the right thing for me. And, as it turns out, God agreed. At the same time, I discovered that Korrin had received the same answer to her prayers. A mission wasn't in the cards for either one of us. So we watched and waited to see where (and when) our friends would leave us.

June 26th and July 3rd were our days of loss. I can tell you right now, I was a wreck; it was a strange feeling, a confirmation that God needed my best friends elsewhere, but still a selfish sadness for myself, knowing that I wouldn't talk to them on a daily basis. And where they went was even more astounding.

Emily has been called to Minnesota, eh. Not too far away, but far enough that I still feel justified in screaming "WHY IS SHE SO FAR AWAY" to no one in particular. Amanda, however, has been called to Argentina. Argentina. ARGENTINA. That is far away. That is very far away. So, Korrin and I have been feeling quite lost as of late.

And it's only July 5th.

How can we share every intriguing thing that happens in our lives over the next 18 months, give or take a week? How can we let each of them know every little detail of the utterly unimportant things that happen on a daily basis? How can we feel like they're a part of our lives still when the most interaction we'll have with them is on a piece of paper? Why am I asking you all these questions?

If you haven't put two and three together yet (hint: it's 8), I'll put it together for you. This blog is all of the things we can't put in letters. All of the things that are probably inappropriate for letters, but that contain all of our crazy shenanigans and life lessons for the next 18 months.

We look forward to sharing our crazy lives with our readers and, eventually, with our missionaries. Hopefully y'all will stick around in the mean time.

~Kylie