the big BANG theory

the time i am posting this entry is the correct time. i have been up most of the night with a sore throat, fever and cough. i am pretty much miserable right about now. i just took some "nighttime relief" medicine that i'm sure, in all reality, tastes pretty terrible. however, since i have ZERO sense of taste being sick and all, i survived it. hopefully this medicine kicks in pretty soon and i will be unconscious in the near future. but until then... time for stories.

allow me to explain the picture. my sister kaley and i went to the byu vs. texas christian university football game last night. our cousin dallin invited us and we were excited to go! it was kaley's first ever byu game and i think it was her first football game in general. we had AMAZING seats: fifty yard line, up close and personal. we weren't even that freezing!

so as you can tell from the picture, kaley now has bangs. she has never had bangs in her life. okay, that was a lie. who didn't have the 6-inch high "poof" (as my cousin ashtyn calls it) whilst growing up? we try to forget that stage in our life. so here is how the cutting of the bangs all played out...

kaley and i are getting ready to go to our friend's intramural soccer game on wednesday night. i am straightening my hair and she has hers in hot rollers to make it curly. the conversation went as follows while we were both looking in the mirror:

kaley: "i'm sick of my hair. i think i want bangs."
whit: "what? bangs? kaley, you haven't had bangs since you were 5."
kaley: "i know whit, but i want them."
whit: "DO IT. that would be hot. kaley, you could totally pull it off!"
kaley: "really? should i? what am i thinking, no. i'm not cutting bangs. whit, this is when you say to me that bangs would be a mistake and i shouldn't do it."
whit: "whatever, kay. just cut 'em. let me help! it's almost winter and you won't get sweaty bangs stuck to your forehead. it will be perfect with a scarf and mittens!"
kay: "okay, fine. i'll do it."

have we both lost our minds? i have no idea how to cut bangs. i tried that once last summer and it was a complete disaster. kaley has no idea how to cut bangs. i bet shauna lewis is cringing while reading this. stay with me, shavs. kaley grabs the orange fabric scissors from the junk drawer. she begins to cut a little off and i say to her mid-cutting, "uh, shouldn't we get it wet or at least use a comb or something?" we decide a comb will be fine and try to cut as straight as we can. well, "a blunt cut" doesn't turn out exactly how we imagined so we can all pretend we were going for the edgy, jagged look all along.

we are happy with the end result! i think it looks "high fashion" and that our girl tyra would be proud. kaley is pleased with them. i am impressed with my act of spontaneity. everyone goes home happy... i mean goes to the soccer game happy.

kaley and i are killing some time on campus yesterday before our 12 o' clock class starts. we are sitting outside the JFSB in the grass-- enjoying the nice weather and talking about our most favorite subject... boys. i am venting my frustrations to kaley about a particular individual (who, of course, will remain anonymous) and she says rather loudly, "guys are losers." well right when she said that, a guy walked by us and said, "yes, yes we are." kaley bursts into laughter and i tell the kid as he is walking by us, "well, no not all guys are losers." he says back while still walking away, "no, no. it's true. we're all losers." um... okay?

the girls and i are off to viva las vegas later today. omg... ROAD TRIP! it will be pretty sweet. we will take many pictures to document this most exciting journey.

oh and the number of boys i am crushing on has been reduced to TWO.

i really hope this "medicine" takes affect pretty soon. i'm out of it.