4-0. yeah you heard me.

Today, BYU Women's soccer CRUSHED the University of Utah.

We scored 4 points.

And one of their players got a red card.

All in all?

A pretty awesome game if you ask me!

To top it off, the gang (consisting of Ben, Jenny, Trevor and Jason) headed over to the creamery for some laughs:

Ben's pick-up face. Which is obviously the next best thing to pick up lines.

"HE'S GONNA DRIVE AWAY! NOOOOO!!" Then realizing the door was unlocked.

Checking out the new Heritage Halls apartments and watching Robot Chicken and then finding out that the boys read my blog. (wth?)

And much more.

I've also decided on something.

No matter HOW hard it is going to be to watch my best friend leave me behind to serve his mission, I've got something incredible to do and keep my mind off his absence.

I've got Brigham Young University. And everything it has to offer.

While it may be the absolute hardest thing I've ever done in my life (and it won't help that he'll be less than a 10 minute walk away from campus for the first two months...dang you MTC), I know I have something to look forward to that will keep me entertained, busy, and uplifted.

Today was absolutely crazy. Not to mention barely making it in time to get my student ID before the place closed at 6 so I could then get my all-sport and guest passes so we could make the game at 7.

The end result?

I'M OFFICIALLY A COUGAR!

And it doesn't get any better than that.

it's here.

That piece of paper that will change his life.

Determining how the next two years will be spent.

It's here.

And the wall is too. Miss him already.

no one said it would be easy.

I feel like the last few days have been bombarded with one word:

mission.

Everyone and their dog is getting their call, farewells seem to be every Sunday, and lives are going separate ways.

I've grown up all my life being so proud of missionaries and what they do. It never used to bother me to hear the word.

And it still shouldn't.

But every time that word is said or someone posts about their call on facebook,

I get sick.

I never thought it would be so hard to see someone else so excited to serve. He's so excited and because of that, it just makes the whole thing worse. I know he's not excited to leave me, but of course that's what it seems like.

I'm trying to be positive--trying to support him and be excited for him too.

I know it's the right thing, I know, but it's hard to let your best friend go.

His call should come in the next few weeks.

I feel like at that point, there's going to be a wall between us.

I feel it coming.

And I'm scared.

Scared to go on without him--the one who's always by my side helping me through everything. The one who knows all about me and more. The one I love most.

Because of this, I'm starting to hate missions.

I know I shouldn't, but hey, who can help it when it's going to take your best friend?

Thanks a lot.

Wow, didn't the senior class of 2011 mean anything to you? Were we not examples like everyone says we were? Did we do nothing good for you? Were we not the trend-setters by having cereal day Thursdays or Star Wars Fridays? Now all you can do is call us "crusty"? And say that we're probably scared to death to begin this new chapter of our lives? And call us grouches and that we rub off on everyone else making them grouchy? And then tell us to get over ourselves?

Gees, what did any senior ever do to you?

I apologize that the seniors who graduated this year are scared to move on to the next chapter. I apologize that we may come off grouchy because we are stressed and worried about what will come next.

But you don't need to judge us like that until you've been in our shoes.

It's not as easy as you think.

Disclaimer: I apologize for this post. I read someone's blog post and they complained about the seniors. It was nothing big, it just offended me slightly. That's all.