In the depths of despair.

Economics.
Anne of Green Gables.
Best friends.

Anne of Green Gables with best friends.
Bikes.
Hanson concert. (that I can't attend...so. upset.)
Supply & Demand.
Dancing.
Stress.
Family. 
Español.
Work.
Missionaries - returned & greenies.
Elasticity.
Future.
Past.
Present.
More stress.

I think this is a pretty solid list of what's on my mind these days.

Mini Playlist:

The Guy That Says Goodbye to You is Out of His Mind - Griffin House
Club Can't Handle Me - Flo Rida
Dynamite - Taio Cruz
Just the Way You Are - Bruno Mars
You'll Be In My Heart - Phil Collins
Where I Stood - Missy Higgins
The Fear You Won't Fall - Joshua Radin
I Stand Alone - Quest for  Camelot

A picture says a thousand words:

Grocery shopping with Karen

Grocery shopping with Emily

Shoe shopping with Victoria

What happens when I think of sitting through a four hour football game

Practicing missionary/investigator skills

Elder Showell

Elder Law

<3

taxes, high heels, and summer.

Okay, so I have three very different things to write about right now so just bear with me. =)

Taxes: Today I finally got this check that I've been waiting for...a check I really, really need!  It was money taken out of my check for a retirement plan when I worked for the school system in Florida but when I stopped working there I had the option to just withdraw the money.  Of course, I didn't know any of this until I got home this summer but I immediately filled out the paper work and I have been waiting for my check ever since!  Anyways, so I finally got it today and do you want to know something?  I. Am. TICKED.  Our "lovely" federal government took 1/5 of my hard earned money!  I have never really been too interested in politics or government issues or anything of the sort.  I try to be the best person I can be and help others by doing so.  But let me tell you something, now I'm interested!  I work long and hard for my money and it's MY money!!  When I was in Georgia last month, Ally, Kryslin and I went to Atlanta and while we were walking around, this supposedly homeless guy stopped us and asked for money.  When we said we didn't have any on us, he said, and I quote, "Well, can't you go to an ATM or something and get some?"  Okay, usually I feel really bad for those people and want to help...and I really do want to help!  But how can you have the nerve to ask someone to go out of their way to give you some of their hard earned money while you bum around all day begging when you could be out looking for a job?!?!  Honestly, it makes me so frustrated, I don't even think you understand!!  And that's how I feel again....1/5 of MY MONEY is going to the government to be used for who knows what.  I want to help, I really do.  And that is precisely why I pay tithing -- to help those in need and thank my Heavenly Father for all the blessings in my life.  But you know what?  If you're struggling financially and are capable, go out and find a job!!  You may not get your dream job right away but try to find a job instead of just whipping out some sob story and begging people for their hard earned money!  Ughhhhh.  Anyways, I'm glad I got that out there because now that I see how limited money is for me and my family, every penny counts.  And at school, when I'm super busy working and studying, every hour, every minute of work matters.  And it frustrates me to think that I work several hours pretty much for free or just for the benefit of someone or something else that I may never even reap the benefits of.

High Heels: Oh my lanta, I may actually be growing up.  It's kind of a scary feeling.  After 18 years of my mother's constant reminders of how I must "act like a lady" by using a fork and knife instead of my fingers and not burping, her wishes may actually be coming true.  Kind of, at least.  I've decided that I'm tired of people thinking I'm twelve years old, so I'm going to try to look and act a little more my age.  Really, being a girl can be so difficult.  I mean, no one pressures boys to wear makeup, dresses, and high heels.  Their jeans are made with pockets big enough to hold a wallet, cell phone, and keys while girls have to resort to carrying purses.  But it's time for me to stop complaining and man up (I mean, woman up)!  So tonight, I went to a quinceanera at the church and I got to wear a cute dress and for the first time in my life, I drove with my high heels on and I actually kept them on for most of the night!  I was so proud of myself; I'm not really good with heels (even though I own like ten pairs....still working on my collection).  And I decided that when I dress nice, I feel so much better!  You know how on bummer days you just want to throw your hair up and put on sweats?  Well, I think that if on days like that I make an effort to just look a little nicer, my day will go a little better!  So that's my goal for this new school year...I'm going to actually try to look decent and alive.  And shower every day. =)

Summer: Okay last segment of this post....summer is pretty much officially over.  I think I've already talked about my summer enough in previous posts so I'll just give a few closing thoughts. =)  All in all, it's been a pretty great summer.  I've had a lot of fun.  I've caught up with old friends and made new friends.  I've had adventures.  I've spent more time with my family (almost too much).  I've realized how much I miss my ex-roommates/wonderful friends.  I appreciate Provo much more than I did when I left.  And I've learned so much more about how to be frugal (you know, because the government takes all my money!).  I can't believe it's over, but I'm so excited to head to Provo on Tuesday!  Just two and a half days and I'll be back.  And I am determined to make this year even better than freshman year!  So brace yourself, Provo, here I come =)

Playlist Update: (just some songs/excerpts of songs that made me smile today):
Check Up On It - Beyonce
Hips Don't Lie - Shakira
"Walking gets boring when you learn how to fly" and "I won't cry, I'm too young to die" - Shakira
Kiss Me Thru the Phone - Soulja Boy
Be OK - Ingrid Michaelson (I already listed this one, but it's one of my new favorites!)

Peace out, homeskillet <3

rated PG for disturbing images and ... grossness.

WARNING: KAREN KLEINMAN DO NOT READ THIS POST!!!!

Seriously, Karen, don't read it.  And anyone else who might have a weak stomach might want to stop here as well.

Okay, final warning, Karen....do NOT read this post.

So, in honor of these past two days during which I have felt very sick and gross, I'm reminded of a random fact about myself that I am actually kind of proud of (in a weird sort of way): I have never thrown up in the toilet.

So here's my "vomiting history" from what I can remember:

* When I was little, if I was sick, I would wake up in the middle of the night and go to my mom's room and tell her I was sick.  My dear, sweet mother would let me sleep with her and within about ten minutes I would throw up all over her bed.  I think that happened at least twice during my childhood.  And I love my mom for never getting mad at me and quietly and gently letting me go back to sleep (in my own bed) while she cleaned it up.
* One Christmas, my dad was coming to my house to pick me up and take me out to lunch.  I specifically told my mom that I was feeling sick but she must've been really busy or something because she didn't take much notice.  My dad came and picked me up and we went to Perkins for lunch.  Before we could even order, I threw up all over the booth bench.  I was crying and I remember going home, looking at my mom with tear-filled eyes and saying, "I told you I was sick."  I still feel for that poor, poor Perkins busboy who had to clean it up.
* One day in the first grade, I got on the bus feeling really nauseous.  I told the girl I sat next two that I was feeling sick and she told me I should visit the nurse.  But I was extremely shy when I was little (I know, who'da thunk?) so I didn't.  Well, during recess, I was on the playground by the monkey bars and I threw up all over the mulch.  And my dear best friend at the time (Samantha) was so sweet while all the other students were cringing and she took me to the nurse's office where they cleaned me up and made me feel so much better.  Turns out the nurse wasn't so scary after all!  After that day, I went to her for every little thing from a scrape to a headache.
* Jumping ahead a few years (I think I was nine)...I was on my way home from our bowling league with my friends Hannah and Karl and their dad.  We were smooshed together in the cab of a truck and we stopped at the drive-thru to a restaurant.  I can't remember which restaurant but the smell of fish wafted all the way through the open window into the truck and I "lost my lunch" right there, all over everybody.  It was a miracle Hannah would still be friends with me after that.  But, of course, I have never eaten fish since that day and I never will.
* My Sophomore year in high school, I was feeling so sick on this day.  But, of course, me being me, I couldn't miss a day of school!  So I went to school anyways and I was walking somewhere during class (I can't remember where or why, but thank goodness the halls were empty) when suddenly, I keeled over and threw up all over the concrete sidewalk.  To this day you can still see the huge stain.  It's really gross, but at least I left my mark.
* And finally, a little over a year ago, at the end of my Senior year, I was sick again (this time I stayed home from school).  I was living with my dad and I knew he wouldn't be so kind as to quietly clean up my vomit as my mom would be so I was sure to have a plan B (because I am clearly incapable of making it to the toilet).  So I kept some plastic bags by my bed and lo and behold, when the time came, I was ready.  I took the bags, tied them up, put them in the bath tub, and asked my dad to throw them in the dumpster while I went back to bed.  And thanks to that last incident, I can no longer eat Lipton noodle soup.

Well, I hope you enjoyed that little history of me getting sick.  Really, I am crazy to even remember every single time I've thrown up and even crazier to write a blog about it.  I'm so sorry if you actually read all of that.  On the bright side, I'm feeling much better today!  Peace out, y'all.

<3

525,600 minutes.

So.  I will be back in Provo in 7 days and 20 hours.  That's 188 hours.  11280 minutes.  676800 seconds.

I'm kind of sad to be leaving home...I'm definitely going to miss my mom and our long conversations.  I'm going to miss random rainstorms that soak me through to the bone when I walk five feet to my car.  I'm going to miss the beach.  I'm going to miss my friends here.  I'm going to miss babies at church and cute old couples who are so in love after being married for fifty years.  And I'm definitely going to miss all this free time.

Sunday night iChat dates =)

So what exactly is so exciting about Provo?  Well three things in particular: Emily Baer, Karen Kleinman, and Victoria Fox.  Karen, I don't care if you're living on the other side of campus, I will still walk all the way over there to jump into your bed.  Emily, same for you.  You might as well just get an extra key for me because I'm going to be over there all the time.  And Victoria, you're living right upstairs from me....I don't think anything else really needs to be said about that.  Can you tell I have separation issues??

So faaar awaaay

Packing with Karen

Also, and I never thought I would say this, but I am so ready to be back in school and back at work.  I know, crazy, huh?  Especially since I complain about my dear co-workers pretty much every day.  But really, school is pretty much the only constant in my life and work brings in $$ which I am very much in need of right about now.  And the best part is, both keep my mind occupied, which is always nice.

Sunday night, I found this box of old family photos and Mother's Day cards and Father's Day cards and Christmas cards.  I spent about an hour looking through the box...half of the time I was laughing my head off and the other half I was crying like a baby!  Haha but it was so much fun.  I loved reading all the old cards and looking at the old pictures.  Let me tell you, I was an ugly child. Really, it's no wonder why I can't date boys I grew up with....they still remember the psycho-looking Luisa!  But anyways, it was fun to look at how our family has changed and progressed over the years.  And I loved looking back at old memories in that teeny-tiny house in good ol' Dunnellon, FL. 



Music is the best way for me to express how I'm feeling so here's a little bit of what's on my mind right now.  Don't judge. =)

Current Playlist:
Love the Way You Lie - Eminem
Fotografia - Juanes & Nelly Furtado
Glitter In the Air - P!nk
Unbeautiful - Lesley Roy
Stay - Lisa Loeb
The Fear You Won't Fall - Joshua Radin
Think of You - A Fine Frenzy
Sweet About Me - Gabriella Cilmi (Thank you Jason)
Picture to Burn - Taylor Swift
Gives You Hell - All American Rejects
Be OK - Ingrid Michaelson

<3

Isabel Olea.

She's here, she's here, she's here, she's heeeeeere!!!  My beautiful niece was born this morning (August 2, 2010) at 3:03 a.m.  She's 6 pounds, 7 ounces, and 20 inches long.  She has long fingers which means she has Hernandez genes.  She "talks" a lot -- especially in her sleep -- which means we're definitely related.  And she's absolutely beautiful which means she must be the offspring of my gorgeous sister.


My parents gave me a call early Sunday morning and picked me up from church in Gainesville (after spending a great weekend with Jenni, Lucas, and Carson) and we headed straight to Georgia.  We left to the hospital around about 11:30 pm and waited and waited until finally the baby was born.  We got back to my sister's house around 6:30 am, went to bed, and woke up again around 9:30 this morning.  Soooo to sum all that up -- I am exhausted.  I can hardly think straight right now but I'm so happy Isabel is here!  And I'm so proud of my sister for enduring all of the pain 100% naturally.  What a trooper. =)

I love my family.  This has definitely been the highlight of my summer.  What a blessing it is to be in the presence of such a pure and innocent soul who is still so close to our Heavenly Father.  She truly is a miracle.  It blows my mind how she can be so tiny yet so whole and so perfect.  She has the cutest little heart-shaped mark on the tip of her nose.  I love her so much and I'm so grateful I'm able to be here for the first couple weeks of her life.  I love my Heavenly Father and I love the Plan of Salvation.  And I love the newest addition to our family, my beautiful, most perfect niece -- Isabel Olea. 
<3 Auntie Lulu

klickitat street.

So Monday night my mom and I went and watched Ramona and Beezus and I'm pretty sure it's the best movie I've seen in a very long time. I don't care if you think I'm a pansy, but I cried like four times. If I could name any movie that mostly sums up my childhood, this is it. Every time her imagination got the best of her, every time she misunderstood a "grown-up" term, every time she argued with her sister, every time she looked up to her sister and every time she cried, I could pinpoint a moment in my life when I felt exactly the same way. Well, I'm sure we all could, but Ramona is special to me. I grew up reading Beverly Cleary books -- especially the Ramona books. One summer, Jacob and I made a chart of every single Beverly Cleary book and made it our goal to read all of them. I think we got through every book but two (because they weren't at the library).

Anyways, the movie wasn't a play-by-play of the books but it was still amazing and I loved it. I've always felt like I could relate to Ramona Quimby better than any other fictional character -- probably because we both live such awkward lives and are usually too caught up in our imaginary worlds to realize what's happening in the real world.

My favorite childhood memories include hot summer days in shorts and a t-shirt, hiding with Jake in a huge pile of branches pretending we were spies, dressing up as Batman and Batgirl trying to convince the neighborhood kids we were legit, and making swords out of sticks and "healing potions" out of leaves and water.

I'll never forget those moments when I tried so hard to do everything right but instead I just made things worse. And I'll never forget the times my older sister drove me crazy or tried to boss me around or gave me less ice cream than I hoped for. But I'll also never forget how she would comfort me when I cried or the way she hugged me when she left for college or how every moment with her is the right moment to quote a Disney movie and laugh till tears come out of our eyes and we can't breathe. So, if you think I'm a pansy for crying in the movie, maybe it makes more sense now. I miss those days. My sister is married and about to have a baby. And I'm more excited than I've ever been but it just blows my mind to see how quickly we've all grown up and changed.

Anyways, Baby Evans (aka Sharkbait) should be arriving any day now and she already has a wardrobe about twenty times the size of mine so she should come into this world a happy baby....Not to mention the fact that she has a huge family that loves her and can't wait to meet her. =)

<3 Auntie Lulu

yes, i know what dating means.

So today I had the "wonderful" opportunity to attend the singles ward in Gainesville. Okay, sorry for the sarcasm, it really was pretty good. It's always fun to see people I've known since I was practically a baby...except for the fact that they sometimes forget I'm not that baby anymore but that's not important. I was kind of frustrated, though, because the talks in Sacrament meeting were (of course) about marriage and dating. Not that those aren't important subjects, but I am SO SICK of hearing the same things over and over and over again regarding these subjects. Honestly, a lot of what was said I could pretty much recite word for word after hearing it at every single youth conference, girl's camp, young women's lesson, and EFY I've ever been to.

Anyways, I'm just complaining....Okay, well on to my random thoughts for the day:

Well ladies and gentlemen, my sister is finally at the end of her pregnancy -- my beautiful niece should be coming into this world within the next couple of weeks and I am so excited to meet her! I already know she's going to be beautiful because her mommy is probably the most beautiful woman I have ever met. I can't wait to feel her tiny fingers and toes and to play with her clean, tiny feet. I wish I could stay in Georgia and watch her grow and learn how to walk and talk and move her body. I am so grateful for this little miracle that our family is being blessed with! More updates on my niece when she's actually born...and expect lots of pictures as we say hello to the newest addition to our family!

Also...Yesterday, I went to the beach with the one and only Erin Hayes. I have known this girl foreverrrr and we finally got to hang out this weekend. I always forget how much I love the beach but I really do love it! I can't think of anything better than driving down A1A, looking out at the beautiful ocean and the bright blue sky. And I'm so thankful that Heavenly Father is merciful and kept it from raining on us! He really does look out for our happiness....even when it comes to seemingly unimportant requests.

I am so very grateful for this beautiful earth we live in! I usually take it for granted. I'm always rushing to work or to class or to the gym or the library that I rarely take the time to appreciate my surroundings. But sometimes I like to just sit back and soak it all in. My senior year and my first time living in Utah, I walked all the way home from school one day in October and just enjoyed the beautiful weather and the leaves changing colors on the trees and crunching beneath my feet. Yesterday, I was able to just sit on the beach on the edge of water and play with the sand and enjoy the view and it was wonderful. However, snow is definitely something I would much rather appreciate from inside my apartment, curled up on the couch in sweats and with a cup of hot cocoa. =)

And to top off my weekend: I got to skype with the lovely Karen Kleinman last night and the beautiful Emily Baer tonight. I miss these girls so so so much! I miss my freshman year, I miss my roommates, and I miss my FHE family! All these boys are dropping like flies, leaving on their missions. When I get back to Provo, I'm going to know a grand total of about four boys on campus. Four. Oh well, woe is me. I'm happy to be home and with my family but I miss my other home and my other family. Really, what does home even mean anymore? I don't know...if you have any suggestions, please let me know.

Sunday Playlist:
*Come Thou Fount
*I Heard Him Come
*Oh Lord, My Redeemer
*Abide With Me; 'Tis Eventide
*Praise to the Man
*If You Could Hie to Kolob
*Be Still, My Soul

[I love Sundays, I love my family, I love my friends, I love music, I love the mountains, I love the beach, and I love my Heavenly Father]

summer lovin, had me a blast.

If I may (well, of course I may, because this is my blog) I would like to recount my summer so far for all you fellow readers out there (or just Karen).

When I left Provo, I was kind of numb. It had been a whirlwind of a week and I just kind of went through the motions of cleaning, packing, saying goodbye, and catching flights. Next thing I knew, I was at my uncle's house, eating a Dominican dinner at two o'clock in the morning. And that is just how life is for me on the homefront.

So here are a few things I've accomplished so far this summer:
*I've become an adult
*I bought a lottery ticket
*I went to a normal wedding
*I finished the Harry Potter books
(There must be more...)

Also, just a little randomness to introduce you to my life:

Yesterday, I opened the freezer door and about four cans of coke zero came flying at me. Coke exploded all over the freezer and onto the floor (somehow it missed me). I laughed for about five minutes because it was "exploding soda" (bahahaha get it, Sharyl?) Anyways, apparently my mom had stuck them in the freezer the night before so they would get cold quickly for company and then she forgot about them. And I was the lucky one who got to clean up all the soda...fun times. =)

Today, my mom and I were watching Becoming Jane when my Tia Teresa, Tio Yunio, Lucas (4), and Camila (3) joined us. Lucas was sitting next to me and he looked up at me and said, "Mom, what is she doing?" Then he realized his mistake and said, "Whoops! You're not my mom! I forgot!" Hahaha is it weird that it made me so happy to be called "Mom"??

I remember like a year ago when I was filling out some paperwork for a new job, I had to put my mom down as an emergency contact. Her name starts with an M so I automatically started to write "Mom". Then I was, like, "Wait a second...that's not her name...what's her real name? Oh, yeah!"
Haha a mother is and always will be Mom. And in a room full of people, if a kid (or teenager) calls for Mom, every mother in the room will turn. Try it and see what happens.

Some songs that I'm in love with right now:
Gypsy - Shakira
The Fear You Won't Fall - Joshua Radin
You Picked Me - A Fine Frenzy
Almost Lover - A Fine Frenzy
I Will Follow You Into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie

Y'know, I feel like this summer has been just what I've needed. Half the time, I've been wishing and waiting to go back to Provo and be with my friends again. But the other half, I've been enjoying and embracing everything I have here. And I've been reflecting on how much I've changed and how much I've learned in the past couple of years. Sometimes, new people and new experiences come my way when I least expect them. Sometimes they end badly and sometimes they are amazing. What I need to remember is: Give it everything I've got and stop worrying so much about what could have been, what would have been, and what will be. Just take things one day at a time. The past is history, the future is a mystery, but today is a gift; that's why we call it the present.

<3

cherish life.

So I just read through my very first post and I can't believe how much things have changed in just a few months! And I haven't updated this in a long time but maybe I'll start again...since I don't have much else to do this summer =)

Today I went to a funeral for my mom's cousin who I had never actually met. It was a Hispanic Catholic funeral so it was very...different from what I'm used to. And very interesting.
After the service, we were all gathered in the multi-purpose room of the church to eat and just be together. Throughout the day, I was introduced to so many wonderful people who turned out to be great-aunts, cousins, and close family friends. When my mom first told me about the funeral, a depressing, mournful scene popped into my head of everyone crying and wearing black. I was wrong on both counts. As I took a moment to look around, I realized that everybody was wearing white and instead of weeping and wailing, everyone was taking pictures, eating, laughing, and enjoying each other's company. And that's when I realized -- there's no need to mourn when you're surrounded by people who love you. Instead, we cherish the good times we have had and take advantage of the time we have left.

I felt so honored to have the chance to meet the wonderful people who had influenced my mother's life. And it was such a blessing for me to be in a room full of people who love me -- who really love me. I was in a room full of people that didn't care if my hair was frizzing from the humidity or that I wasn't wearing any makeup, but love me because of who I am -- Luisa Lynette Chil, an eighteen year old BYU Sophomore that is trying so hard to become fluent in Spanish so that I can get to know my family better before it's too late.

Life is short, so why not live every day like it's your last?

And now, I'm sitting at home, getting the couch ready for me to sleep on because my aunt and her family are staying in my room. My little cousins and I have just finished playing hide and seek, tracking down the cat, and telling knock-knock jokes to each other. I took a shower and saw a tiny shadow outside the shower curtain...I peeked my head around to see my little 3-year-old cousin there who had come in to show me a picture she drew for me. My uncles and stepdad just finished a loud game of domino's, yelling "capicua!" and making dents in the table and my mom is making a jacket to wear over her dress for a wedding tomorrow. And I am just so grateful for the family I have been blessed with and for the time I have to spend with them.

seriously?

I just wrote the best post ever and it was deleted because my computer is lame.
So I give up. No updates on how to procrastinate in college. No list of amazing movies. Maybe one day I'll do it again.

But here's the best news. My sister is pregnant! And I'm going to be a Tia. So exciting =)

August 14th come quickly!

boy meets world.

Remember this show? I remember watching it on TGIF with Sharyl -- my favorite sister in the world. As the characters grew older and I stayed young my mom wouldn't really let me watch it anymore (for understandable reasons). But now that I'm older and YouTube (the greatest website ever) has almost every show and/or movie available at the click of a mouse, I've kind of been on a Boy Meets World craze. I love this show because from the very beginning to the very end, we know without a doubt that Cory and Topanga are meant to be together. Even when they go through a brief break-up (season 5), we know that they will end up together again (in season 6) and stay together forever (season 7). But for some reason, even that set-in-stone happy ending doesn't keep me from worrying that they don't get back together. As ridiculous as I must sound right now, allow me to confess: I sometimes even get a little teary-eyed when I watch Cory and Topanga argue because I KNOW that they are meant to be together! If only they knew as much as I do.
Don't you wish we could always know exactly what our future was going to be like? What if our life was just one long TV show? Well, from a spiritual perspective, I guess it kind of is. We know our future, we know our destiny, but we just can't remember it. Life is hard sometimes but we have to remember that if we keep going and try our hardest to overcome those problems we have been promised a happy ending. Just like we always knew that Cory and Topanga would have a happy ending.

Okay, I know, it's a pretty lame analogy. But hey, I'm new at this so give me a break. =)

welcome to my life.

Hello fellow bloggers! I really don't have any idea why I am doing this...I guess it's one of those things that you see everyone else doing and you kind of want to try it out for yourself to see what all the hype is. So here I am, just giving it a shot. If I hate it, I'll forget about it and if it turns out to be a time waster I'll delete it.

So apparently most people begin blogs with random facts about themselves. So here we go -- a list of random things that pop into my head. If

you get bored, just stop reading; I promise I won't be offended.

1. I love music.
2. If someone says a specific word or phrase that reminds me of a song, I will burst out into song no matter where I am or who's around me.
3. I am probably the worst singer you will ever come across.
4. I'm a freshman at BYU.
5. I'm scared to become a sophomore.
6. I want to see the world.
7. I wish I could save the world.
8. I kind of hate my job.
9. I find math kind of fun.
10. I want to be CEO of a company.
11. My favorite movie is the Emperor's New Groove.
12. Next in line come Princess Bride, Tarzan, How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days and Step Up.
13. I have never read or watched Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings. Maybe someday.
14. I love shoes but I would rather be barefoot.
15. I want five children someday (4 boys and 1 girl).
16. Machu Picchu is my favorite place in the world.
17. I am half Peruvian and half Dominican.
18. I am not fluent in Spanish.
19. Hopefully soon I will be.
20. I am the youngest of four siblings.
21. I don't really like animals -- just Juno (my sister's dog) and Oreo (our family's cat).
22. I love pictures.
23. High school = 4 years that had to be endured to make it to college.
24. At my high school in Florida I was chosen for every single drug test even though I was one of the only three Mormons at the whole school.
25. Moving to Salt Lake for my Senior year was the most impulsive decision I have ever made.
26. My mom is my very best friend.
27. I hate it when people misuse "there," "their," "they're," "your" and "you're".
28. I use lol a lot.
29. I bake when I'm upset.
30. I'm kind of shy when I first meet people.
31. I miss my Florida sunshine.
32. I was born in Sweden.
33. I am not Swedish.
34. I am left-handed.
35. The only thing I can do with my right hand is paint the nails on my left hand.
36. One of my favorite childhood memories is of Jacob and I tricking the neighborhood kids into believing we were Batman and Batgirl.
37. My favorite story as a child was Rapunzel.
38. I once went four years without cutting my hair.
39. My sister has saved my life at least twice.
40. The gospel and my family are the two most important things in my life.
41. My favorite color is purple.
42. A lot of times my mouth moves faster than my brain so please forgive my stupid comments.
43. I wanted to be a doctor until I was eleven years old.
44. I am very dramatic sometimes.
45. I hate writing.
46. I am a horrible letter writer. I feel bad for all my missionary friends.
47. My roommates are weird. I fit in perfectly.
48. I love children.
49. My life really is better when I serve.
50. I try to be a nice person.
51. I have only ever been to two funerals and I only remember one.
52. "God Be With You Till We Meet Again" still makes me tear up sometimes.
53. Sometimes just looking at my mom makes me cry (because I love her so much).
54. She is my hero.
55. I have 22 aunts and uncles.
56. I lost count of how many cousins I have.
57. I have always wanted a twin.
58. I used to be deathly afraid of dogs.
59. I really should be doing homework right now.
60. I hate spaghetti.
61. And olives and mushrooms.
62. I'm trying to be more adventurous.
63. I have never been able to keep my room clean to my mom's standards for longer than a week.
64. I love to eat.
65. I always wanted to be a ballerina.
66. I think Channing Tatum is beautiful.
67. I can't think of anything else to say....

Well sixty-seven completely random things about me, my family, my childhood, and my past. I'm sorry if you felt obligated to sit there and read all of that but I hope you enjoyed it! I'll try to keep this thing up to date. As my dear roommate Victoria just told me -- this is a favor to my future children so they can know all the crazy things that happen to me during these the best years of my life.

Hasta luego.