I wear name brand clothing, so I am beautiful

The price for this scarf is just ridiculous. 

Let me tell you about Kaitlin.

She has managed to inform you on her opinions on all the things listed at the top of her blog site, except one thing. She has failed to mention anything about your clothes, her clothes, their clothes but now she will cross that bridge ... and burn it.

In order to under for you to understand my feelings on clothes, you must understand how I dress myself.

I like to match. My clothing must make sense. Of course, most people feel this way. But besides matching, the way I choose what I wear is by how cheap I get it.

For example, today I am am wearing $4 tights from Forever 21, a $4 dress from Target with a black skirt under it from Kohls that I bought for $8 (it came with a belt too). I am wearing socks that I stole from my boyfriend and my boots, which fully cover my man socks, are $20 from Payless (I've had them for four years now).

Would you care for me to go on? My underwear is cute, its black with a little bow on the front. I think I purchased a 6 pack of them from Walmart for $5 and my bra is my most recent purchase, I bought that from JcPenney, on sale for $8. Its an obnoxious turquoise color but it fits great and I bought it for $30 less than its original price.

In case you can't tell, I'm cheap. Thats how I determine what I wear. If its appealing to the eye, if I can get a lot of wear out of it and if I lose next to nothing by buying it, then I buy it--its as simple as that.

This past year I received a ton of free clothes from a lady in the ward. Some of them were sketch or skanky, so I cutsied/modested them up and I wear them all the time.

I don't say no to free clothes, and I always wear them -- as long as they are mostly new, clean, not someone's underwear, and somewhat in style.

So, now you know a little about my style and why I am about to criticize yours.

WASTE. What are you doing with your money?!?!

I see people throwing their money down the drain for name brands and specific styles.

I mean, are you really going to buy a scarf for $20-$35? Or even $200?

Nonsense. Utter nonsense. Everyone complains about how broke they are and yet I see all of those supposedly broke/poor people spending loads of money on clothes.

Find deals, go without, take whats given to you. Just because its not from American Eagle, Abercrombie & Fitch or some other lame place, doesn't mean its worthless.

Let your goodness define your beauty, not your clothes ... stupid.

Sage

I remember when I first met Sage. She was in hair school in Rexburg. Oh man, and we were so young.

18-year-old girls with their heads full of dreams. She was friends with the roommates I had the semester, the Wyoming roommates, specifically Star Valley.

I heard so much about Star Valley that semester and then I actually went there for Thanksgiving and had some fun adventures.

I think the first time Sage and I really interacted was when Michelle and I went to get our hair done for a school dance. We had all asked dates, picked out dresses and now we were getting our hair done.

It was then that I fell in love with Sage's ability to make my hair look amazing. Actually, I remember when Sage and I parted ways in Rexburg a while back, we thought we wouldn't really see each other again. I figured I'd never get my hair done again because no one would ever do as nice a job as Sage.

But surprise, surprise. I landed an internship with Deseret News and Sage was living in Utah. Although we both have crazy schedules, we still manage to see each other more frequently than all my other friends from college.

There are so many wonderful things I could say about Sage. I think the thing that has impressed me the most is that Sage is one of the most self less people I know.

I am so impressed with her outlook on life. If you ever are luck enough to meet my beautiful friend Sage, you will meet a young woman who is mature, intelligent, and charitable.

Thank you Sage for being such an awesome example.

Don't hate me cause you ain't me

Peter's recent blogpost on how I read his blog about me, got me thinking--I know, it surprised me too.

I could only respond to Peter in one way, "Don't hate me cause you ain't me." The only reason Peter is blogging about me is because he wishes he were me.

I've been reading the most interesting blog, by this couple, and I can't help but hate her too, because I ain't her.

And so, like Peter, I find myself blogging about someone I wish I could be and who I hate because I know I can't be. I mean, I could get a lot closer to being like her than Peter could because we are both female. Sadly Peter will never be that much like me because we differ in gender.

Anyway, this girl that I habitually stalk has everything: a hot boyfriend, a cool camera, awesome dance moves--can you see why I hate/envy her?

But I also wonder how often we take ourselves and compare ourselves to others by looking at their blogs, their Facebooks, their websites--just the way Peter and I do.

How much time is wasted in stalking and hating on people and what their doing in their pictures and videos. I know everyone must hate on me because I only do awesome things with my life--just look at the awesome photos that I've put on this blogpost.

Everyone must hate me cause they sure ain't me.

Nose picking lessons

Who: Peter Nguyen

What: Nose Picking Lessons

When: Whenever you like

Where: His backyard, behind the tree, where no one can see

Why: Because he's the best, even better than Kaitlin

How: With his/your finger

All you need is a finger! The lessons are free!

Perry and Cain: Poking each other like children

And so the finger pointing begins. Are these really candidates that we want running for President?

Cain gets accused of some sex scandal that happened years ago. He denies the allegations, while in the process of digging dirt on the initial dirt digger.

Cain believes Perry dug up this whole sex scandal and so then he turns the finger on Perry, who then points his finger at Romney. Looks to me like Perry standing in the middle of these three candidates with his arms wide open, fingers pointing, and placing blame wherever he can.

But, I'll show both of them a finger--the one between my index and ring finger. I don't know if I can vote for men who squabble like children.

And the bickering continues. Perry faces accusations of being drunk or on drugs at his last speech.

I can't help but wonder what will come up next. Who will face the finger next?

Latest Victim: James

I remember the first time I met James. It was my second year at EFY, I think I had just turned 16.

It was at the first dance for the week and I was standing by the wall--like I always do--when this kid asks me to dance. It was one of the many times that a young man had taken pity on me and decided to make themselves the highlight of my night.

Well James did more than that. What was just a dance turned into a friendship, I remember keeping in touch with him until he left for his mission, just a little over a year after that first meeting--I believe.

We emailed during that time. He would tell me about college and I would complain about high school.

After he left for the mission, Stormin Mormon--I believe that was his email or something--and I didn't really talk anymore. I think I wrote him one letter at the beginning and he wrote one back.

It was after his mission, and after I had added him on Facebook that James and I talked again.

I never would've imagined that he would start hooking me up with guys while he was in North Carolina for college and I was at BYU-Idaho.

But he did.

I remember he set me up with a guy and we went out on a Friday night. I worked the next morning, at the college newspaper, and someone hacked into my Facebook account while I was out for lunch.

So, I'm sitting down for lunch when I get this phone call from James. I hadn't talked to him verbally in what was years.

"Are you engaged?" he says in disbelief. After a couple minutes of reassurance and an explanation of what I assumed was a hacking (and I found out later that I was right), he hung up.

I remember him saying something like, "You went on a date with another guy last night and you're engaged today?!?!"

I went on several dates and had some good times because of James. Being set up by someone so far away was hilarious at the time, and I still laugh to this day.

I've always seen James as some kind of genius and of course, a friend. Thanks James.

I've decided to stalk Peter today

Peter, I know you've wanted to be stalked and so I have stalked you (PS: Love the new family photo ... eerie, how did I know about that?).

So, here is my blogpost about Peter.

I remember I hated Scroll [college newspaper] my first year. I was shy, young and withdrawn. But, after a year, I began to change. It was Winter 2009, Peter was editor-in-chief and Ryan was managing editor. I decided from the start that I didn't like my job and I didn't like them, which is an awful attitude to have but keep in mind that I was a baby at the time.

The semester before was my first time getting paid at Scroll. My editor taught me nothing. She would throw a page at me, tell me to do it and then fix everything she didn't like on that page, without offering any guidance.

But the semester after that, I was doing something different. I was in charge of the whole Campus section because my editor had ditched me. So, 18-year-old Kaitlin took over. I remember telling my little group of students what to do and giving them guidance but I kept thinking in the back of my mind "Why should they even listen to me? They're all at least a year older" (Age difference was HUGE to me at the time). I actually cried after the first week.

But after those first couple weeks, I truly began to appreciate Peter and Ryan. Peter at first was intimidating to me but after offering to help me with my pages on a Saturday, when I was the only one left there, my feelings changed.

I still consider that to be one my favorite semesters at BYU-Idaho. I had to opportunity to build networks and even more importantly build lasting friendships.

Thank you Peter for helping me learn to love something I thought I would always hate.