Teach me how to swim.

It all started with my July issue of glamour magazine. I got it the day I left on vacay but left it in Utah. Upon my return, I saw said magazine but was distracted by other things (read: food) and but off reading its glossy pages for a few days. While drying my nails, I saw said magazine and casually flipped through until I discovered a small photo of ridiculously attractive shirtless men on the edge of a pool. A few pages, my wildest dreams came true and photos of said swimmers became a full page spread. After collecting myself, I finished said magazine only to go search in my archives for Cosmopolitan's bachelor issue from 2011 to continue attractive manfest. After deeming most of said bachelors decent but not nearly as visually stimulating as the Team USA swimmers, I once again returned to the glamour magazine. After another session of mangawking, one thing lead to another and I was googling the USA swim roster, which lead to google searches, twitter perusing and youtube viewing #rutroh. My personal favorite is Mr. Ryan Lochte with Cullen Jones in a close second. I'm pretty sure Ryan and I would be good friends for multiple reasons. Our mutual love of fashion, sttractive cars, heated pools and love of rap music. When I read that not only is his favorite rapper Lil Wayne as well (though I love Drake almost as much who Ryan has met...jeals) but his dog is named Carter after him. If that isn't love, I don't know what is. Feast your eyes on this #mancandy...

 Hi, my name is Ryan. I have nice arms and make this shirt look real good and the USA has never looked better on anyone and I can smoulder like whoa.

 I die for any boy with dimples period but add a rockstar smile, perfect teeth, hot body AND a face that attractive and I'm nearly dead.

 Why yes, I'm rocking a grill in my mouth. Thanks for noticing. Since when do grills look this good on people for real?

 I die over his man fashion. Skinny tie + whit shirt + studded suit = killed it.

Hey boy hey! Any man who can rock this style is worthy of my loving. #holla@yagurrrl

I'm pretty sure I'll be watching men's swimming during the Olympics this year to check out men if nothing else and to end in true "Reezy" fashion #jeah 

(In case you were put off by the title, I totally know how to swim but I'd be willing to learn 5 more times if Mr. Lochte were my teacher...wouldn't you?)

Me Gusto Voleibol.

So last Friday night, I had one of the greatest evenings in the history of my life. Linds and I were going to the men's volleyball game and we were going to have Brian and Musu come too. I told Musu who of course made some dumb excuse so he probably could sit home and eat Panda and play games online...so lame. I was supposed to text/call Brian but I totally forgot and then it made sense why he didn't show up. Sometimes I'm just brilliant and totally absent minded. Anywho, we started blowing up Brian's phone with our calls and texts (I'm pretty sure a "holy F" was said in my angst) and we decided that if he didn't respond to us or show up by 8 pm, we so weren't going to respond to him until the next day. Good thing he decided to respond and show up by 7:40 (he even ran to the Smith fieldhouse...bless his little soul!) And now presenting parts of the fab evening with photographic evidence:

Linds, Ang, Brian...love, love, love us. Not so much love for the man who decided to photobomb the pic.
Linds and I waiting for Brian to respond to us and making all the people behind us jeals that they weren't taking 5 billion pics too.
Linds wanted a kissing face picture so naturally this happened. Pure joy captured on film.
Brian said that he would only do a kissy face if he caught me doing it out of the peripheral of his vision. Good thing he caught that.
Linds and Brian.

The rest of the evening entailed fighting over who wasn't going to drive (Linds flat out said NO and Brian claimed that he has lost the gift since the mish...seriously, I died) attempts to call Musu (who still didn't answer his phone) attempts to eat at Jason's deli, eating at the always delicious 5 guys, talking about dating with Brian, singing in the car, and Linds forcing Brian and I to hold hands (I think he still may be traumatized by this...whoops). All in all, such a great night with the greatest friends! Repeat soon? Sign me up baby!

Survey Says...

I love homemade pizza (obvs)

I strongly dislike Auburn. (Who even cheered for them today?)

I love headphone dance parties.

I love brushing my teeth.

I should probably get a life. They should totally sell those in stores. I'd buy one.