skinny love

or lack there of.

usually i dont vent on here. 

although it is my blog, so i basically get to do whatever i want. 

three 

and three.

those numbers represent the number of friends that have been engaged in the last two days and the number of people getting married in the next week and a half...

what is going on people? why is it that every single person is falling in love, and then here i sit.

alone.

i thought about it and majority of my friends have at least someone.

they're engaged, married, pregnant, getting back with exes, dating boys in different countries, dating multiple boys... the list continues. i thought about it, and i havent had anyone like that in a long while. no person of the opposite sex that i look forward to hearing from all the time, or anyone that gives me butterflies. why?

i hate the whole 'its not your time yet' speech. its so annoying. i dont care if its not my time. can i at least have a filler until it is my time? i've always been the buffer for everyone else, why cant i have one? 

if i end up not getting married until im twenty three, i might shoot myself.

this might happen though, since no one here dates.

no i wont be your 'friend with benefits' and this whole 'i dont see this going anywhere' after a week is a load.

the end. maybe.

yours truly,
beks

its that time of the month again.

okay not that time of month. 

pervs.

its time to see how much my hair has grown in the last 30 days!

i know its only the eleventh, but i looked at my schedule for tomorrow and almost died. 

one day isnt going to make a giant difference...

month two:

visually, i dont see a whole lot of difference, but in person i can.

its all shaggy. 

and shaped like a ski slope. {dang you, thick hair.}

{likes}

its getting longer!! 

this one is big...

I CAN PUT IT IN A PONY

its a nub, i know. but its still there.

{dislikes}

bulk.


yours truly,
beks

winter has offically arrived.

its currently 21 degrees in good ol' Provo with baby flakes of snow.

Il fait froid...

yours truly,

beks

i've been slacking.

I think it is physically and genetically impossible for me to consistently update my blog.

 Its not my fault. 

I blame mother nature...

This time last week, this was my view. 

And I was perfectly okay with it.

Seriously though, I'm so grateful have grown up in Washington. Its such a beautiful state.

The minute I saw those green trees, I was content. 

Then I went back to Utah. It is uuuugly.

{todays activities included}

absolutely nothing. and it was bliss.

oh.

and the gym.

{today i love}

my new mascara {christian dior is an amazing man}

scarves

leather jackets

{today i wish}

for nothing. i am content.

{today i am thinking about}

sydney's surprise... im still really confused.

but apparently something is happening at midnight..

{todays words of wisdom}

people are often unreasonable and self centered. forgive them anyway. if you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives. be kind anyway. if you are honest, people may cheat you. be honest anyway. if you find happiness, people may be jealous. be happy anyway. the good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. do good anyway. give the world your best and it may never be enough. give your best anyway. {mother teresa}

{todays recipe}

cinnamon crescent rolls

two cans refrigerated crescent rolls

one stick butter, softened

one half cup sugar

one tablespoon cinnamon

glaze:

one half cup powdered sugar

one teaspoon vanilla

two tablespoons milk

Heat oven to 350°F. In small bowl, combine butter, sugar and cinnamon; beat until smooth.

Separate dough into rectangles. Spread each rectangle with about 2 tablespoons cinnamon 

butter mixutre. Roll up each, starting at the widest side, as you would normally do for crescent rolls. 

Firmly press ends to seal.

Place each cinnamon filled crescent roll onto an ungreased baking sheet.

Bake at 350°F. for 10 to 15 minutes or until golden brown. In small bowl, blend all glaze ingredients, 

adding enough milk for desired drizzling consistency. Drizzle over warm rolls.

yours truly,
beks