The Waterworks

This post is inspired by the above picture. It's a classic one. I'm 17, on the summit of Mount Hood.... and crying.

I cry so frequently that I have no shame in telling everyone. If there is one blatantly open cry-baby in this world, it is me. But according to Ed Sheeran, "It's alright to cry, even my Dad does sometimes. So don't wipe your eyes, tears remind you you're alive." THIS IS WHY I LOVE YOU ED. That, and your red hair and friendship with Taylor Swift and that music video where you ballroom dance.

So if Ed Sheeran says it's okay to cry. I accept.

As Of Late: Crying With Alex

• The time I went to get my Spanish paper edited by Fabian the flippin' Chileno. Man oh man. What a day. I just wanted Fabian to fix my grammar mistakes not delve into every tainted shadow of my soul! Quit it with the questions! But the tears began to change into sobs when Fabian stared at the bags under my eyes and asked, "when was the last time you slept? 2 weeks ago?" YES FABIAN. YES. I AM A JANITOR AND DON'T SLEEP. (But to his credit, Fabian did ask me on a pity date afterwards. Basically the worst day ever.) 
• Every morning when I have to be a janitor and pry gum off the carpet. Tangent: Why must people spit gum on the floors inside? Are we all heathens? This is the business school, people. Where is the so-called class? 
• Any kind of conflict. Send me back to prying off gum, but don't fight, I beg you. 
• I saw a video of a pig surfing on Instagram yesterday. *wipes away tears from belly laugh* The universe can blow up now.  
• We watched a video of someone giving birth today. At first I was like, "WOAH MAMMA! How is that thing going to get out?" And then I was crying? But let's be honest, childbirth is the most beautiful, spiritual thing ever. That baby was entering the world! A life had begun! It was breathtaking!  Says me, the perpetually single lady. 
• Perfume to the eyeballs. 
• That time when I went to the temple right when it was closing and realized I couldn't go in because I had forgotten my temple recommend. So I forlornly took pictures of the fountain and tried to think deep thoughts until I got too cold and went home and ate popcorn.
• GENERAL CONFERENCE. WATCH IT. click here!
• Not being able to eat sugar. At what point do I stop craving it? 1 more week.... 
• Any movie involving a dog dying. 
• Smacking my head on the bottom of my bed trying to reach the outlet so I can lie in bed and read other people's blogs...

Condensed version of the bullet points... I cry more than the average, 21 year old, independent woman. 

At least Ed understands me. 

Oh goose feathers. Please marry me so I can have 10 red-headed children that look just like you.