Potentially mortifying[updated]

 Today, I had a potentially mortifying experience. I won't use names or places so as to keep this as anonymous as possible. And, I'm about 99.9% sure this person has no idea I even have a blog so the likelihood of him reading this are slim to none. I'm relying heavily on the none part...

It was sometime this morning and I was just chatting with some friends. One of them pipes up with the fact that she had recently seen a guy that, well...to say the least...I'm fairly infatuated with, and she began to relate their conversation when my other friend pipes up with the fact that she too had seen him. She started saying where she had seen him and why it was a little awkward. 

Right as I begin to pipe in with, 

"I just love him. I would marry him in a heartbeat. Seriously." 

we hear behind us, 

"Oh, Hey. I thought I heard my name. How's it going?"

Why yes, Chelsea, the universe figured you had been having a hard enough time recently and cut you a break, allowing you to only say, "I just" before he rounded the corner and butted in. Thank you, Universe. It's about time you had enough decency to love me especially considering I got locked in a bathroom stall at the HBLL about a week ago.

[I tried to include a fun embarrassing picture to distract you from how mortified I was but I couldn't find a good one. Just know...I was mortified and can't imagine what I would be feeling had he heard me.] [Oh, and then later that day I coerced him into taking me to dinner. My dad says I shouldn't beg for dates but in all honesty I wasn't begging. I simply hinted at the fact that a girl needs to be fed and since I was sick I don't enjoy cooking for myself! Maybe I'll tell my blogging world how it went tomorrow. I'll do my best to not start singing this song. KIDDING.]

Hippie Princess

Lately, my inner Hippie has been screaming at me. So, naturally, I had to indulge her. I got a hair wrap. Yep, with 3 pretty sliver leaves attached to the end just to really let my Hippie Princess shine. And then, a little over a week later I went to the Festival of Colors at the Hindu temple in Spanish Fork, UT. And after, had to take my hair wrap out because...well...it was gross.

This is my beautiful friend, Marci. She's a babe. And I love her.

Myself, Marci, and my friend Wes

We always have too much fun...

If you look REALLLLY closely, you can see my hair wrap.

As we were getting ready to leave. There are some sweet llamas behind us!

 It's quite the experience. [On a side note, that was a terrible decision on my part as I've been sick for the better part of 3 weeks and that certainly did NOT help me get better...] I think other cultures are so fascinating. I even went so far as to do a little reading about the Festival.

It's also known as Holi and is a springtime religious ceremony celebrated by Hindus. It's a celebration to usher in spring, celebrated as the season of love. Oddly enough, I found this little tidbit of information:

The spring season, during which the weather changes, is believed to cause viral fever and cold. The playful throwing of natural coloured powders has a medicinal significance: the colours are traditionally made ofNeem, Kumkum, Haldi, Bilva, and other medicinal herbs prescribed by Āyurvedic doctors.

A special drink called thandai is prepared (commonly made of almonds, pistachios, rose petals, etc.), sometimes containing bhang (Cannabis indica). For wet colours, traditional flowers of Palash are boiled and soaked in water over night to produced yellow coloured water, which also had medicinal properties. Unfortunately the commercial aspect of celebration has led to an increase in the use of synthetic colours which, in some cases, may be toxic.

If only those darn colors truly had healing powers...I would be feeling so much better now I could cancel my visit to the doctor.

I can't say that I actively participated in any of the chanting simply for my own religious beliefs, but I hold great respect for other religions. After all, without religious freedom, I certainly wouldn't be in the position I am in now. I love that I was able to celebrate another's religious freedom with them this weekend and to learn  more about their faith. It's such an enlightening experience and I highly encourage everyone to learn about different religions with an open mind. It may just change the way you view life.

[oh, and I am in love with this man. I wish he wasn't already married. If you are a male who can sing like this, and will buy me a bouquet of wildflowers (or a calla lily) you will have my heart. The wildflowers remind me so much of picking flowers on our family ranch every summer and what freedom and love feels like.]

Hello, March (and an unrelated tale of Zumba)

Happy March! (More importantly Happy Birthday to my main man, Justin Beiber! Shout out to you on your special day! [I'm a Cougar through and through in whatever sense of the word you want.])

check out that smolder!

Also, today has been one of the longest days ever..and I slept for most of it. That may contribute to why I feel ill.

I don't want to go to school tomorrow...I want to sleep and not feel sick. Have you ever heard that working out when you don't feel well is supposed to make you feel better because of the endorphins? I say FALSE. I still feel sick. But maybe I have it wrong and you should only do that if you have a cold...and are not nauseated. Hmm.

Anyway, Zumba did NOT help my queasiness. It did result in great laughs and great exhaustion. One of my best friends and the best [and only] roommate I have ever had, Maren, and I go together. We have to probably be the 2 least coordinated girls in the room. Naturally we stand in the front so everyone can see how it's done. We should be instructors.

We're pretty much gangsters. What up, G?