Binge Blogging.

To all of my loyal followers, all 20 of you,

I will be binge blogging for the next few days. I'm sorry. I know you wait diligently for my next blog post, but this might be too excessive. Please let me explain. I'm taking a class. A social media class. I need to have posted on this blog a certain number of times. 30 times.

I have 16 posts.

If you went to any kind of school in your lifetime, you know that I have 14 more posts to go. Within like...the next couple days. cue the music. dun.dun.dun.

Please find it in your heart to forgive my binge. And I mean...if you still have it in you to look at every post, it will help my grade. (insert puppy dog eyes, followed by a kissy face). I think you are all wonderful human beings. 

I'll make them good. Promise. Quality posts. 

And maybe I'll make every one cookies. Cause I make some dang good cookies. Loooots of butter in those bad boys. 

Anyway, love you all. 

Let the binging commence.


<3 Jayduh.  

Bryce. Arches. Cedar Breaks. Zion. FREE!!

Listen up people. This is important.


Starting today...it is FREE National Park Week. And in honor of free National Park Week, I am going to bombard you with a gazillion pictures in efforts to convince you to go. I don't bombard with picture often. So you know it's important. 

I live a pretty rad life. Now go get your free on at a National Park. Serious. Parking is free too. I'm even giving you permission to blow off that study session. Cause I can do that. Take your friends that you aren't going to see all summer, and take a break from studying.
Just go. Really.
Why are you still here?

Saturday. I love a Saturday.

I love me some weekend time.

• I'm playing soccer in 15 minutes
• My parents are coming in 4 hours
• Old roomie is here
• I get to try on pretty dresses
• My room will finally get cleaned
• Packing up all my crap...moving.
• TBird Awards!!!!!!
• The Thunderbird Ball (masquerade style!)

Yay.

Also...I slept until 9:00 AM! The best.

The Proposal.

I was just sitting in the Rotunda today, like any other Thursday, chatting with a friend.

And then I heard the music. I instantly looked toward the west and saw him coming up the stairs. All black suite. Handsome as ever. Rose in hand. My heart stopped. Was this really the moment?

Then I was lifted up, in my chair! And taken to the center of the Rotunda. Seconds seemed like forever as he grabbed 10 single roses, making his way toward me. He got down on one knee, handed me the elegant roses, and with the sweetest words recited, "Oh darling, I love you so much. Will you  marry me?"

Time froze....

What are you lines Jenna. What are your lines?! Oh yeah..."YES!" 

Of course I was supposed to say yes. What was a mock proposal PR stunt without the yes? 

The rest of the stunt went off quite well. We talked about how I don't have time to plan a wedding. He said there was a bridal showcase. We rode off into our decorated car with hearts all over it. Blah. Blah. Blah.  And the whole school thought for about 10 seconds that I was getting engaged.  

I would just like everyone to know that I am NOT engaged. Although we planned a stellar proposal (future Mr. take notes) and Ryan is a hunk, we're not getting married. But I am here to tell you that there is a 

Brides Unlimited Showcase from 2-6 PM in the Hunter Conference Center tomorrow 

sponsored by Power 91 and Wedding Decor & More.

And if you are in Cedar, you should definitely come. Because this was my first PR stunt for my first real PR campaign. I know you are going to say, "But Jenna, I'm not getting married." Or, "But Jenna, I've already been married." I don't care. I just got engaged. Fake engaged. So you can come and win some cool prizes. Married. Not married. Gonna get married. Brides Unlimited is the place to be. 

And I know you are all dying to see my proposal. So I will post a video shortly.

And remember. Jenna is still single.  

Maybe I'll Join the Circus.

23 days. 12 hours. 50 minutes.
I am a college graduate in 23 days, 12 hours, and 50 minutes.
COLLEGE freaking GRAD! Awesome right? Yeah, way awesome.

Except for the fact that I have 1,000,000 zero plans come 23 days, 12 hours, and 50 minutes. If you ask anyone I've talked to in the past week, they will tell you that I am freaking out. I mean, I've always been the girl with a plan. And a stellar plan, if I might add.

And now nothing. Nada. Zipadeedooda zilch. Panic mode. Can you tell? But...this blog post isn't just about me freaking out. It's about a break through.

Let me rewind a little bit. I've always known that I'm going to be okay. I know that I'm not going to whither or instantaneously combust because I don't have a plan right now. There are worse things that I could be dealing with, and I am grateful to live such a wonderful life. I'm okay. I do know that.

I think the reason I'm in this baby ridiculous panic mode is because it feels like everyone else and their pet hedgehog, Dexter, has a plan.

I have the same conversation every day.
Insanely nice person, "Oh, Jenna! You're graduating! That's exciting. What are you going to do next?"
Me (wearing my sassy pants), "I DON'T KNOW!!!!!! Join a convent, or the circus. Travel to Antarctica."

Okay, maybe I don't entirely yell at them in caps lock. And I'm never serious about any of those options. But it seriously is the same everyday. I. Do. Not. Know. efff. 

Here is the breakthrough portion. Today I stumbled upon a blog called The Unlost, and I found a post entitled, "Why It's OK to be Lost and Confused." Man did it come at the right time! This girl, Therese is brilliant. She wrote about how it's okay to not have it all figured out. In fact, more than okay. Which I think I know, but coming from a complete stranger, who doesn't know me, was real.

And when I say real, I mean like John Mayer talent real. Not like Taylor Swift..."real."

The jist of her story: 1. same sitch   2. realized it was OK   3. went and did remarkable things anyways.
So...breakthrough. Ask me what I'm doing after graduation. Really ask me. I still don't know.

But my reply this time (without the sassy pants), "I have no idea. But whatever it is, it's going to be remarkable!"


And if you have any suggestions on what remarkable might be for me, I am taking them openly. Bring on the love.

death by snowshoes.

fresh white powder. moonlit sky. good company. what isn't to love?

don't let the picture deceive you. i died that night. it was death by snowshoes. 

have you ever been snowshoeing?
did you know that it's the equivalent of having your legs filled with concrete and dragging them through wet sand while your sweat is instantly freezing on your forehead .

okay. so it wasn't that bad. i'm really glad that we snowshoed eight miles in the middle of the night during the dead of winter through fresh powder. 

but. i crossed it off my bucket list. and now my thighs and calves are buff.  

in all seriousness, i took a moment to catch my breath that night and experience the beauty and majesty of God's creations. i love nature. i love my friends. i don't love the cold. and i love that i can say i snowshoed eight miles. uphill. both ways. it was so worth it.

what's your hardest work out experience? have you had a better snowshoeing experience? what should my next outdoor adventure be?

jayduh. the white girl.

hey. you can call me jayduh. i'm 21 years old. i love grapefruit and humus. i hate my ankles. i have sick dance moves. and i'm white. 
now that you know ALL about me, here is why i'm writing white girl. 

1. some say that i'm a dreamer. whatevs. i have a large scope of ambition. at least sometimes i think i do. i've always thought that i have been an average, mormon, white girl in utah. nothing special right. well part of this blog is to prove mostly to myself that this average white girl can accomplish above average...stuff. don't i sound educated? stuff. 
2. two. too. to document the stuff.  with a healthy dose of sass and sarcasm. here and there. 
3. and....drum roll please. the above average stuff is pretty cool. but i also think that average white girl stuff is coool. 3 o's cool. coool.  seemingly funny at times. for example. like how i've been accused of being drunk at almost every dance i've been at for the past two years. its funny. the situations. smh. 

so enjoy. lessthansymbol3, jayduh. 

the small print. you will notice that there is no capitalization. some grammar problems. abbreviations. incomplete sentences. sentences that run on and on forever because ya know what maybe i just want to write a run on sentence because i want to and maybe i just need to release some stress or i'm sassy. you might not like what you read. or you may find my ranting quite amusing. i don't know. but my point. i don't care. 98% of the day i care. give me my 2%. this white girl has got some sass. so you're just going to have to deal with it. and the extra fine print. my thoughts are my own. they do not reflect any organization or group i am apart of. thank you. also. for everyone above 26. smh stand for shake my head. you're welcome.