happy Thanksgiving week!

what I'm grateful for this Monday:

nice boys who will strike up a conversation.
my car.
being a visiting teacher.
naps.
cancelled classes.
a really comfortable couch I sat on for almost 24 hours.
the most hilarious FHE family ever.
boys who hold the Priesthood.
Pinterest.
I have two hands to write, type, hug, drive, cook, and exist with.
best friends, even when they are miles away.
my printer.
frozen burritos, because my fridge/pantry are empty.
my cute Christmas tree.
decorating/redecorating with the roomies.

a break.

may i vent?

I promise I'll fill this space with many funny things next week, but first, I have a request.

Does someone want to be my penpal?

Because my current one is very busy serving the Lord and I hate checking the mailbox to find absolutely nothing.

Anyone?

It might distract me and make me not want to punch something if I have to go anymore weeks without a letter in my hands.

Thanks you.

y'all know I love this.  

the art, the cause.

the institute for self-reliant agriculture from spritzvisuals on Vimeo.

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alien like you

I'm kind of obsessed with this song by The Piggott Brothers.  Give it a listen.

I'm spending the night with a pore strip on my nose,
a heating pad under my tired body,
and a notepad that will house a series of pro/con lists.

The first one concerns my love life.
The most impractical at the moment,
but the only one I can make myself do.

we're not in provo anymore

Thursday morning I got home from classes and got on facebook.

I almost didn't, but something told me I should (it was boredom).

I was scrolling and drinking some OJ when I saw a friend's status saying that Flavor Flav is filming in Provo and they need extras for that afternoon.

I texted Hannah and a few hours later we were in a dark dance club with Flav, Donnivin Jordan, Colleen/Miranda, Glozell, and Antoine Dodson.  Holy celeb overload.

So, it was an experience to say the least.  I loved it.  A lot.  But I was also glad that we were still in Provo and they recognized that some of us were BYU kids.  Glozell kept looking at Flavor and saying "We're in Utah!"

So, when you try to find me on the tube in early 2012, yes, I am that really white girl dancing like a really white girl behind a bunch of rappers.