Friday, December 23, 2011


I was going to do some fun countdown to the day of birth thing, but I'm lazy.  And 20 sounds so much more accomplished, so let's have it together next year!

I had a thought.  I love bookends.  I'm just a wee bit obsessed.  But really.  They can be statues, masterpieces, homemade, big, little, hard, soft...  The possibilities are endless.  I've always wanted a library in my home, but I realize that it will be years and years until I have a home with enough extra space for what I'm envisioning.  Enter: the bookend.  What a weird word.  Until I have the time, money, and space, I want to fill each teeny room in each tiny house with books--and bookends.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

In 19 days, I will be 19 years old.
I feel like this is a big moment.

So, I ate some spicy cheetos and kept checking facebook in hopes that someone would do something interesting.  Nobody did.

Friday, December 9, 2011

my loves

First of all, I'm done with classes!  In just a few short days, I will have my first semester of college under my belt, and out of my mind.

Now, I can't believe I didn't post about Black Friday.  As I was delaying the inevitable studying I have to do today, I started thinking (in case I fail life next week) about all that I have to be grateful for.  And three weeks later, I'm here to tell you how grateful I am for Black Friday.

I know there's this whole campaign against stores opening early because it distracts from people spending time with their families, but from Thursday evening to the wee hours of the morning on Saturday, I Black Fridayed it up with these kids:
And I've never had a better time standing in line.  

We talked about life and the future, and laughed more than we should have.  It was time that we could have/should have been spending with our families, but hey, we're family too.

I may seem a little extra sentimental lately and it's because I am!  I don't get to see these three nearly enough and soon both those boys will be gone, and it will just be Kar and I eating peppermint ice cream by the carton.  And that's okay too.

Monday, December 5, 2011


Last month, on the supposed luckiest day of the year, the fearsome fivesome convened for a celebration.  One of our own will be leaving us for two years, so we took it upon ourselves to create a party good enough to last us his next three birthdays.  It was hard (not really), but I definitely think we did a perfect job.

We started the extravaganza at Airborne in Draper.  Dude.  DUDE.  A room full of trampolines and foam pits.  I'm down.  But when they tell you to not to dive into the foam, don't.  Scary.

Then we took him to Texas Roadhouse and made him sit on the saddle.

We learned that Chase moves a lot faster than Rachel.
And then we had cake.

&& made the best wishes ever.

So, basically we're the best friends ever.  Love you Chase!

Saturday, December 3, 2011

i need a therapist like crazy

I took a little trip to the SLC last night to 1) see Maggie, 2) see Like Crazy, and 3) eat food and cry.

Some of these things went better than the others.

Maggie, of course, is great.  We went to Himalayan Kitchen and fell in love.  With each other, and the giant bread basket (stuffed naan?  YES).  I got lamb coconut curry and felt very classy in my sparkly shirt that I did not spill on, thank you.

Then we went to the movie.


I had such high expectations for this film.  It wasn't bad, per se.  I just couldn't deal with my emotions!
For the first 10-15 min I was so in love with their love I couldn't stand it.  
For the rest of the time I was confused.  I was stressed.  I had wanted to cry so bad, and there was a time or two when I could have, but it wouldn't come out.  And that stressed me out even more.  So, we're rolling along.

And it ends.  Very ambiguously.  Which is fine, I guess.
The credits start rolling and suddenly I'm sobbing.  And laughing.  Because the three guys behind us were sharing our same hateful sentiments towards the whole thing.

The best part of the credits was the song.  It was also in the trailer and I am beyond obsessed.  

Friday, December 2, 2011

arranged marriage

If I had a nickel for every time I thought some random guy could/should be my future husband...

I would have a pile of nickels.  A large pile.  I could probably buy something nice for myself.

Here we have the most recent men and why we're getting married.  Obviously.

carpet cleaning guy: we like the same musician.  and he was in my apartment for like, ten whole minutes.

the guy sitting in front of me in the library: because he's there.  and i like his windbreaker.

Peter from the crosswalk: my first "hi, I'm an RM" experience.

the boy who smiled at me from his hot car: duh.

mustache man (who said I was the first to compliment, not run away): he obviously needs me.

and then there's hot, reading man in library (need I say more?) who is probably the perfect combination of all of the above.  right?  yeah, until his girl comes and hugs him for a long time.  Too long.  She has a ring.  Although, this supposedly isn't a problem because, as I've heard from way too many professors/leaders, it's not over until he has a ring on.

this place is weird.

but we all know best friends who write really great letters are the best.

Happy weekend!  I only have two more until my first semester of college is done.  Done done done.
&& if everything goes as planned, I will be seeing Like Crazy tonight and shedding some happy/sad tears with the best friend (I need some catharsis up in here!).

web celeb sighting 6.0

look who I heard first, then saw on campus on Halloween!

it's Sexy Sax Man!
and other man who's thoroughly enjoying himself!

(also spotted: Kool-Aid Man and some pregnant girls.  oh, wait.)

Thursday, December 1, 2011

FAQ: the semi-serious kind

Dear Centerville,

I apologize if I've seemed insensitive today.  I really do feel bad for everything you've been through.  But you asked me once (or twice, or a lot) what a hurricane is like.  Yes, this is kind of like that.  I guess.  If you added rain, lightning, thunder, and heat (and a few other side affects).

I promise I didn't send this on you just to show you what's up because I really like you and I don't know how to do that kind of thing.

Welp, get better soon!