So, in my last blog I mentioned a "new chapter" of my life, and I wrote a Facebook note about it, but I figured I better lay it out here too - if only for documentation purposes. NOTE: This is basically the same as the Facebook note, so if you read that, you'd probably be best served skipping this post.
Beginning on August 31, I will be attending Brigham Young University to get my Master’s degree! I’ve decided to continue studying Communication (my life calling), and hope that graduate school will help me decide just what I want to do with all this knowledge. (That way when people ask me what I “want to do with that,” I won’t shrug aimlessly and/or list the 20 different possibilities I’ve knocked around for the last five years. But I digress…)
I had a couple options available to me when deciding on a graduate school, and while all were worthy contenders, BYU has emerged as the frontrunner for myriad reasons. Going to BYU of course means I will be leaving lovely Las Vegas and moving to Provo, Utah this August. Sad. Times.
I am excited and also extremely nervous about this new endeavor. (I’ve never lived in Utah – quite frankly, I’m scared of it. I didn’t hesitate when I moved to Las Vegas, but somehow I’m terrified to move to Utah.) However, I am anxious to continue my education and move forward with my future, even if it means leaving my comfort zone and moving away from so many people I love.
All right, so this is the part where I get all sentimental and say things about how much I love Las Vegas and all that sap. California, New York, and other miscellaneous friends may avert your eyes and skip to the next paragraph if you so wish……….Ok, so five years ago I moved from my little, beloved hometown in California (the original LV) to come to big, hot, sinful Las Vegas. And living here has been the best five years of my life. I really want all the friends that I’ve made here to know how much I love and appreciate you. I can’t imagine having gone to college anywhere but UNLV, because I would not have the life that I have now. UNLV is an amazing university with groovy professors (most of them) and a groovy student body (not to mention the coolest college basketball team ever…Rene’ - call me). I have gained SO much while in Las Vegas – my testimony in the gospel has grown more than ever, I’ve learned a lot about the world, about life, about myself, and I know the friendships that have birthed and grown here will be for life (you know who you are). Plus, I’ve had a freaking blast! I’ve had the most indescribable, AWESOMEST roommates (aka by best friends in the whole world) and friends and we have done so many cool, fun things together. I don’t really know what else to say – I hope you guys know how much I love you; I can’t really express it much more in this awkward blog post – besides, according to HST, I’ve already said too much. “To make a point of declaring friendship is to cheapen it. For men’s emotions are very rarely put into words successfully.” (Hunter S. Thompson)
Ok- mushy times are over.
This move to Provo (let’s be honest, it’s not THAT far, but I am dramatic), is what originally prompted me to finally start a blog - so you can all keep up with how I’m doing (because we all know that’s all you do - sit around wondering about me). And you know I’ve been addicted to Twitter for some time now, so if you want to follow me, along with all the celebrities you inexplicably obsess over, you can do so at www.twitter.com/bwarnock.
I will have the same phone number, e-mail address, etc. If you ever come to Provo and are missing me so much you can’t even stand it, just give me a call ;) I will welcome you with open, desperate arms. And I know I will be back in Vegas and California all the time, so don’t panic – you WILL see me again. And I’m not gone yet – I’ll still be in Vegas until the end of August.
I guess that’s all I really needed/wanted to say. Thanks to everyone for your support and influence – I am a very lucky girl.
Love ya like a Popsicle in July,
Brittany
P.S. – Did you know that “Popsicle” is a trademarked term? According to AP style (which I must abide by at all times, of course), the word must be capitalized, as with terms like Dumpster and Kleenex.
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