Space Wars

hiii I love you

2010-05-13T19:03:00.000-06:00

I'm a Gleek, I'm a Gleek!

Maybe a post of some actual substance later. Maybe!

Post Secret

2010-04-13T23:40:00.001-06:00

THIS IS SO ME

http://postsecret.blogspot.com
www.postsecret.tumblr.com

hungry?

2010-04-09T00:10:00.002-06:00

How about some Andy Samberg SPAM!

What's that, still hungry? Oh alright, some Lonely Island and centaurs for dessert. Sweet and filling.

No, really. That's glorious. I heart Kiv.

WANT

2010-04-04T23:53:00.000-06:00

It will be mine. Oh yes, it will be mine.

Yesterday was a very good day.

2010-03-30T20:12:00.000-06:00

love love love

"Everyone has the right to make an ass out of themselves. You can't let the world judge you too much." -Maude

because

2010-03-12T00:19:00.000-07:00

sometimes you just want to put on a dress and feel like a lady.

goodnight.

When you grow up, your heart dies.

2010-03-10T22:34:00.003-07:00

I tend to resist posting/forwarding/reading things like this, because I feel they're too generic and cliche most of the time (and I'm sooo original and unique blah blah barf)
but right now, I simply cannot help it.

"When you grow up your best friends become your worst enemies. Lollipops turn into cigarettes, the innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Cellphones are used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Underwear turns into thongs. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet not a condom? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? When you thought babies were left on your doorstep? When dad’s shoulders were the highest place on Earth and mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings, and race issues were about who ran the fastest? War was only a card game, the only drug you knew was cough medicine, and wearing a skirt didn’t make you a whore? The only thing that could hurt you was skinned knees and goodbye only meant until tomorrow? The only drama you knew of was Romeo and Juliet? The only thing you could cheat in was a game, and players were for sports not relationships? The only way we could change was with our clothes and not ourselves. Yet, we absolutely could not wait to grow up. And now growing up is our worst fear."
via http://ratlady.tumblr.com/

Gettin' old.

2010-03-09T02:32:00.000-07:00

People keep telling me my hair is getting dull.
Okay, so maybe in kinder words, but hearing "your hair isn't even red anymore" still isn't very pleasant.

It saddens me.
If I don't have the ginger, what do I have?

NOTHING. THAT'S WHAT.

It's official:

2010-03-03T12:03:00.000-07:00

last night/today was my first college all nighter. I have now been awake for about 25.5 hours, and counting. Except I plan to break that streak very soon and SLEEEEEP.

On another note, I am also officially a True Aggie, but that's an entirely different story. woop!

PRESH

2010-03-02T16:57:00.000-07:00

sistas, by Sarah

Oh, Adrien

2010-03-01T23:27:00.001-07:00

LOOOOOOOVE

Kicking myself

2010-02-23T19:55:00.002-07:00

right in the shin.
Why, you ask?

Because I should have dreaded my long hair before I cut it off. I am a sad girl!
It would have been soooo tight! (sorry for the profanity in the title, just look at all the beautiful fotos!)
Ah well. In the future, my dears.

P.S. I just realized I never formally announced that I did, indeed, chop my hairs right off over Christmas break. Just like this, just like I said I would. And I loves it.

woah

2010-02-22T23:21:00.000-07:00

if that doesn't make you think, I just don't know what will.

go Mike Luckovich, Pulitzer well deserved.

WHAAT?

2010-02-21T22:42:00.002-07:00

Australia says big tits or GTFO of porn.
Oh, Australia.

Benny and Joon!

2010-02-19T15:15:00.000-07:00

love love love

I can has school spirit?

2010-02-18T19:59:00.005-07:00

It's true. I have been infected. I bleed blue now, or something. But how can I not?
Winning Team, Losing Team cheer
Wild Bill!

see? I JUST CAN'T HELP IT.
Go Aggies! wee!

b00ks

2010-02-07T22:35:00.002-07:00

my favorite things!

Bold what you've read, more than 6 you’re good according to the BBC
Italicized are the ones you want to read.
1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling
5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6 The Bible
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare
15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulk
18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19 The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20 Middlemarch - George Eliot
21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
34 Emma - Jane Austen
35 Persuasion - Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe
37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
41 Animal Farm - George Orwell
42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy.
48 The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50 Atonement - Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52 Dune - Frank Herbert
53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth.
56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding
69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72 Dracula - Bram Stoker
73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses - James Joyce
76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal - Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession - AS Byatt.
81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte’s Web - EB White
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94 Watership Down - Richard Adams
95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo

Total: 24. so many to go.

PUPPIES!!!!!!!!!

2010-02-02T21:18:00.001-07:00

soooo happy!

p.s. this is totally my face when I was five. go me.

nappin' thoughts

2010-01-31T14:02:00.000-07:00

I'm not sure why, but this thought came to me as I woke up from my Sunday nap, but I think it's a cumulation of thoughts I've been having for a while.

Here it is.

There is this person I want to be.
she is
cultured, a traveler
fluent in several languages
good at skating(!)
comfortable
oozing confidence
free spirited
graceful
graceful in heels
wise
strong and happy
well-read
shares knowledge only when asked
not obnoxious!

whew. that list may grow, or shrink.

As I continue to live (always a good thing) some aspects of this person come closer to or within my reach, while others retreat into the depths of want only.

But I keep trying, and I won't give up.

once,

2010-01-14T20:45:00.006-07:00

I had long hair. Sarah came to visit us at school and I put this bag on my head and made weird faces. Once, this post was for a school assignment, but I got bored of that, so now it's this nonsense. Can you dig it?

CAN YOU?!

new wallpaper

2010-01-12T17:32:00.000-07:00

weeeeeeeeeee

today didn't suck as much as I thought it would, huzzah!

(it was a rickroll)

2010-01-10T21:38:00.001-07:00

this semester's schedule sucks. here's to hoping it magically improves by the end of the week (please, God)

I just wanna go home.
yeesh, depressing much?

for cheer ups:

real quick

2010-01-07T01:00:00.002-07:00

peep ke$ha!

lololololololol Happy New Year!

woopsies

2010-01-07T00:13:00.002-07:00

I love her!

most annoying/catchy voice eva.
Tonight was de bayst, more on that lata.
(edit) also: this was my first post of the new year. the new year in which I will turn 20 years old (eeyuck). it is also the second post entitled "woopsies". homegirl needs to be more original, bokay.

for Mom

2009-12-26T18:00:00.001-07:00

so for Christmas I made my mom a crafty little ribbon lanyard keychain deal, which sounds extra lame, and definitely raises the question: why would she cry over that? The answer is I paired it with this poem. It's quite wonderful and hilarious and precious and genius, and I am glad she enjoyed it so thoroughly. I wish I could have bottled up the moment she opened it and read the poem, it was the cutest thing in the whole world, which makes sense coming from the cutest mom in the whold world. The end.

Merry Christmas, old boy

2009-12-25T20:12:00.001-07:00

I feel as though the holidays definitely snuck up on me this year. I mean, Christmas is almost over and I still feel as though it isn't here yet. Odd.
Anywho, it was a swell Christmas. Can I just say how much I love my family? All of them. I mean, of course you're going to be bothered by your family once in a very long while (ha) but I really am so lucky to have such a splendid bunch of relatives, immediate and otherwise. They are all so loving and hilarious and fun to be with. And of course I have the cutest nieces and nephews in existence.

As far as gifts, I recieved a modest truckload of clothes, accessories, and entertainment sources. All quite enjoyable and lovely, though not to be outdone by a tiny ceramic frog (Derek) and a pair of painted metal horse figurines to decorate the dorm room (Mom). I made Mom cry with my very touching gift- a lanyard/keychain accompanied by a great Billy Collins peom. More on that later.

So then we upheld our new (since last year) tradition of going to a movie on Christmas day. This year? Why, Sherlock Holmes of course. To sum up the entire experience I am just going to restate what I told Sarah:

"Just wear a hat when you go see Sherlock Holmes, so that the bits of your blown mind don't get all over everyone around you."

win/win/win/fin

p.s. is it conceited to put quotes around something that I said?

he's perfect.

2009-12-23T02:07:00.003-07:00

helloooooooooo beautiful! I really think we would be just perfect for each other. A girl can dream, okay?

Lava tomorrow, now I must sleep!

truer words ne'er spoken

2009-12-21T00:37:00.000-07:00

New Favorite Meme

2009-12-16T03:42:00.000-07:00

behooold, the Kanye interruptor!
i.e.

If you do not understand the hilarity of these, you are sorely missing out. Okay I am really going to sleep now. really. ....maybe.

PRISENTS!

2009-12-16T03:12:00.003-07:00

Since they have already been recieved and the spoiler risk is now eliminated, I am now going to brag about the excellent gifts I gave to two friends.

for Sarah, from Santa:

the Avenging Narwhal Playset!!!!! um, can we say BEST GIFT EVER?! really though, its perfect. first of all, Sarah and I about peed ourselves on that fateful night that we discovered the very beautiful and tangible reality of narwhals. also, the Avenging Narwhal Playset comes with four magical tusks and three adorable mortal enemies to spear (koala, penguin, and snow seal of course). Magically violent fun, it really does not get any better. take my word for it, kiddles.

for Andie, from Santa:

Dundler Mifflin Paper Co. t-shirt! YES! except she is of course a lady and will look much more like a lady in this shirt than the above non-lady. I am very happy about this one as well, because Andie has a vast love for The Office and neat shirts. Who doesn't? If you answered "me", then we probably cannot be friends. I apologize. I think I will get her the Schrute Beet Farms shirt for her birthday, we shall see.

and also I just want to brag about the very neat gift I recieved for my birthday from my dear brother and his insatiably wonderful wife (no I don't just say that because you might read this, Ashlie. Gosh, who do you think I am?) and their little baby:

"i read banned books" bracelet
I love it! SO MUCH!

Good crap am I still awake? at this ungodly hour? sheesh.
p.s. prisents = presents with a Kiwi accent, of course.

Happy Birthday to me!

2009-12-13T01:50:00.000-07:00

okay, well yesterday, technically. Also I found out Jennifer Connelly shares my birthday which is neat because I lovelovelove her.

So my birthday party was so fun. It was a fancy black/white dress up party and Jan was cute to offer her house so Sarah hosted. We had fun little snacks (hors d'eourves? what?) thanks to my dear mommy, the patron saint of motherhood, and streamers and played and sang and danced to Lady Gaga and Bonnie Tyler. Jan made delicious punch and Rachel made a glorious wonderfully beautiful cake (pictures later maybe?).

I got lots of nice things which was nice of my friends. Not very many people dressed up and some didn't even show, so I was kind of worried about everything working out at first. But then, everyone who I loved was there and it was fun and I just decided to forget about it all. Doing so worked out perfectly, as the evening was perfect and I wouldn't have changed a thing.

Oh also I went sledding and wore myself out somethin' fierce.

Tomorrow is my family birthday party. Does it count if I make different wishes for the different cakes? Oh well, I'm doing it anyway. I am very excited to see all of my cute family, I have missed them. I want to hold Hollie all day.

In closing, a rather pretty thought from the wonderfully perfect gift that BFF Spag picked out:

"And crawling, on the planet's face, some insects, called the human race. Lost in time, and lost in space... and meaning."

(The Criminologist, Rocky Horror Picture Show)

sleep, that winged beast, beckons.

a thought on (in)significance

2009-12-09T01:59:00.000-07:00

there's a nifty little function on blogger that can be viewed on the top toolbar. It features the words "next blog" and directs you to just that, viewing the blog that has somehow been positioned next to mine for the moment. I was clicking that button out of sheer boredom while Southpark reacted shrilly in the background, and I happened across several blogs, all of quite incredible degrees of variation. With each click to the algorithmically aligned "next blog" I began to feel smaller and smaller.
I am just one tiny college student's ramblings in the millions of poetry and cooking blogs, thriving like all the rest in the vain hope that maybe, somehow, more people will be blindly lead to my ridiculous collection of words and ideas and find some sort of value in it, be it entertainment or mindless reading or maybe a grain of enlightenment. And the very worst part of it all? Even while I recognize the very nature of my demise into the painful vanity and feeble hope that someday I might have a whisper of an audience, I continue to write entries like this one, entries intended for more than mine own eyes. Even while I come to terms with how pathetic it all is, the vanity gains momentum and the hope becomes less feeble, though still laced with desperation.

More wisdom

2009-12-09T01:36:00.000-07:00

from the mind of ever-brilliant John Green.

"Hearts can be broken from a great distance."

just a teeny little segment from a hilarious and enlightening survey post. Waaaay back in December of '06. Also waaaay before John Green himself broke my heart from afar by being married and sufficiently older than me. Okay so that ridiculously pathetic pining I once held (not that long ago) for Mr. Green has now settled into more of a respectful admiration for his work and person. I'm trying desperately not to come off as creepy.

...I'm not creepy!

I'm on a mission!

2009-12-07T00:51:00.000-07:00

Though two of my finals are on Tuesday, and I have yet to begin studying, I am on a mission to read all of John Green's blog. I figure he's a smart dude (a genius, but whatever) so it's not copmletely mindless reading. I mean, my brain is being somewhat expanded. It is interesting to view his progression as his books gained more momentum, and even just to peek into his head.
I mean, I'm probably biased (okay, super biased) but he really is so brilliant. I mean, just read this:

“…physical intimacy can never stand in for emotional closeness, and that when teenagers attempt to conflate these ideas it inevitably fails.”

also, while not displayed in this quotation, his extreme hilarity does not hurt that brilliance. Maybe it's just me, but I believe intellect and humor are very snuggly neighbors. Also, both are super attractive. just sayin'.
anyway, read John's books, it's a good investment. For real.

I love

2009-12-05T14:17:00.001-07:00

HIMYM

wooo NPH!

wowZa

2009-12-05T02:07:00.001-07:00

"Right now I percieve you to be an indestructible beacon of joy."

Excellent!

2009-12-05T00:56:00.001-07:00

Oh my heavens, I adore Wayne's World. I guess sometimes I kind of forget how hilarious it is until I watch it again. It gets me every time, I swear the movie in its glorious entirety hasn't gotten old, and it never will. Ever.

Wayne: She's a fox. In French she would be called "la renarde" and she would be hunted with only her cunning to protect her.
Garth: She's a babe.
Wayne: She's a robo-babe. In Latin she would be called "babia majora".
Garth: If she were a president she would be Baberaham Lincoln.

That will be the day that I am too old, when Wayne's World has ceased to ensue hilarity when I watch it. I will have to sit down in front of a mirror and ask myself, "exsqueeze me, are you mental?"

pretty

2009-12-03T19:39:00.000-07:00

“I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.”

(10 Things I Hate About You)

Cafe Rio > Costa Vida

2009-12-02T22:20:00.001-07:00

just sayin'

P.S.

ish TASTY!

if only

2009-11-30T22:21:00.001-07:00

Say Anything with 30 Seconds to Mars is happening right now.

LOOK AT THAT FACE! I wish I was there.
however! I am experiencing it via phone call (better than not at all) because I have the best best friend around.

I don't know if you were aware,

2009-11-30T17:41:00.000-07:00

but just because a person is gay does not make them any less of a person and more of an accessory. Get over it. I am so tired of people treating homosexuality like it's a novelty.
PEOPLE ARE PEOPLE.

Also, gay isn't contagious. Stop freaking out.
/end rant

P.S.

2009-11-29T22:27:00.002-07:00

hahahaha

I have a problem.

2009-11-29T21:44:00.000-07:00

I am such a sucker for earrings. And then, I will always lose one earring of my favorite pairs. How rude is that? It has happened twice now, I lost one of my handmade leather ones, and one of my bow ones from Urban. They were both awesome and adorable, take my word for it. It will probably happen again. I'm doomed. Anyway, Sarah was looking at wonderful turquoise rings (on here) and then I got to looking around for earrings and now I'm spending seventeen dollars on three pair. Thats with the shipping and everything, and thats probably not super thrifty but I love them and they love me back. Plus they're authentic Native American jewelry, so that counts for something, right?

Show and tell, now!

I'm exciiiited!

Chaos, cycles

2009-11-23T22:45:00.000-07:00

I've done this in the past. but sometimes when I meet new groups of friends I get this weird empty ache in the middle of me. Seeing certain people interacting with such love, happiness, everything that seems desirable within friendships, sometimes makes me wish I could somehow sneak into the past and add myself into that lengthy friendship. I don't know if that makes sense. I don't want to abandon the friendships I have, not ever in a hundred million years. But maybe, if I could, I'd somehow make it possible for me to experience them all, but then that might just be overwhelming.

I don't know. Sometimes I feel like I'm just a hollow shell of a wasted person because there is so much more feeling that I could be experiencing, that I'm currently not. Or maybe my desire to feel such is adequately filling what I consider to be voids. Does everyone feel like this? Do normal people have these reactions to positive things like meeting new people? What even is a normal person? Sometimes my brain wraps itself into so many tiny, intertwining circles and twists and follows these contrived cycles that I don't even know whats going on inside or outside of me anymore.
Maybe I've imagined it all.

gosh

2009-11-23T02:24:00.001-07:00

I really do have a respectable level of self-esteem, but I'd trade faces with her so fast.

is it really okay for someone to be that beautiful and that talented? AND have dated Ryan Gosling? Really?

dinosaur comics

2009-11-20T11:09:00.001-07:00

This world would be a dark and lonely place without them.
http://www.qwantz.com/

do not take this lightly.

I'm kinda sad.

2009-11-18T13:26:00.000-07:00

Last night I stayed up late for no good reason, except I was kinda waiting for Kandice to get home from babysitting. But mostly I was just wasting time. Anyway, so at about 12:28, Sydney starts wailing at me via Facebook, asking if I was just barely outside and saw the giant fireball that streaked across the sky. Naturally, I was inside because Logan weather is currently freezing and I live on the fourth floor.

Turns out, about seven minutes into today, this giant oven-sized bit of meteorite left over from the Leonids comet decided to plumet in the direction of our dear protective atmosphere. In the process, it was burnin' up more than the Jonas Brothers and happened to light up the whole sky green and blue and made Sydney curse and almost crash into a ditch. People flooded dispatch and news stations with calls that we were being bombed and whatnot, but turns out it was just a fantastical astronomical wonder!

And can I just say how extremely jealous I am that I missed it?! I can't believe it! I need to build a time machine and go back to last night and sit outside waiting for it. I would do some pretty unforgivable things to be able to witness it in real life. Videos are neat and all, but gosh I just wish I was outside at 12:07 last night. Poo.

BEHOLD!

2009-11-17T22:32:00.001-07:00

The Walking Taco! I am in love. Melissa, in all her dear hearted loving glory hooked hooked Andie and I up today, introducing us to the now-beloved Walking Taco. To create your own:

1. Open a bag of fritos.

2. Dump in some meaty chili whatever goodness.

3. Add some sour cream/cheese/lettuce/tomatoes, etc.

4. Fork it and enjoy the wonderment.

Seriously, thought I was dying it was so divine. I can't believe I hadn't experienced this soon. Ah, the bountiful wonders of college life.

Here I sit, eating my applesauce and pretzels (we need to go grocery shopping), in my skirt and tights because I went to my final event for Creative Arts. In fact, I should be writing my paper for that but instead here I sit, chowing and blogging. Go me! Anyway, it was a concert for this bluegrass group, Cherryholmes. I was super cynical at first. To me, country and bluegrass are friendly neighbors, and let it be written that I am generally not a fan of country. Anyway, turns out it was amazing and I loved almost every second of it. For my paper I wish I could just rig up one of those singing Hallmark cards and turn that in: A+!

I got a letter from Jordan yesterday, that was super exciting. Hadn't heard from him in a couple weeks, turns out his letter was returned from lack of apartment number, which I think is my fault from accidentally omitting it from my return address. Woopsies! and Neil Brown is leaving for his mish tomorrow. Everyone is leaving! It is out of control and weirding me out to the max. I still feel too young for people my age to be leaving on missions. Even though I'll be 19 in less than a month and I'm almost halfway done with my freshman year of college. Ew still not used to that!

OH MY GOSH GUESS WHAT!

There is a song, Video Phone, by Beyonce featuring Lady Gaga! just like Halloween, its like we called it! I AM FREAKING OUT! Its a neat sounding song; rather sexual video but hey its Beyonce and Lady Gaga. Thats kinda how things go. Watch it!

I guess I am caps lock happy or something, but remember, children: caps lock is cruise control for cool.

Hi, I'm Noelle,

2009-11-16T17:15:00.001-07:00

and I think Twitter is worthless and stupid.

On an entirely different note, isn't this photo neat? I think it's so beautiful.

Express Everything by Just Paige

/fin

Turn around, Bright Eyes

2009-11-15T21:01:00.001-07:00

Today on my enthralling drive to Logan, I decided to follow my kinda weird lasting urge to listen to Bright Eyes. For a couple days I have been feelin' Conor Oberst's crooning voice and storytelling lyrics, and I was happy when I finally indulged.

I like to drive home and back with a companion because time seems to speed up. However I also enjoy driving alone because I get to crank up my music to drown out my poorly sealed doors and the heater; and with the cranked up music comes my cranked up singing. When I sing while I drive, I like to pretend I know more about music than I actually do. I like to try to harmonize with whatever is playing- and while sometimes I maybe succeed a little, other times the result is completely horrendous. Precisely why I keep that little talent to myself.

When I drive alone I also like time I have to mull over anything and everything, my thoughts running wild, jagged circles in my head, roaming free via lack of conversation. It was within this exchange, while listening to the first song on I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning, "The Bottom of Everything", that I had a funny little thought.

The song starts out with narration of, among other things, a plane crash. Despite the dismal beginning, its rather catchy and upbeat. Listen to it.

Anyway (oooh noooo, another paragraph! will it ever cease?! answer: no), I was thinking. I don't think a plane crash would be the worst way to die. I mean, think about it. You were already going on (or coming home from) a trip, so you've likely said goodbye or at least talked to some or all of your loved ones. I imagine, from the fiery inferno that generally makes up movie plane crashes, your death would be close to immediate. And then, even though everyone would probably be pretty panicky, at least you wouldn't be alone. At least when you got to the other side, you'd have this big crowd of people with you, so you'd all be lost together like, "what? go towards the light? okay well that seems pretty wise..." and then maybe you'd all become heavenly friends. In the song, the guy at the beginning seems to become this instant friend of the girl thats panicking, and I just think that would be a comfort, to have someone like that next to you, even if they were a complete stranger. Like I said, better than being alone.

I don't know. The general notion of dying doesn't seem very appealing at all until you're old and decrepit and tired of life. And it seems nearly every method of dying would suck to a certain degree.

I know I'm not about to go out and rate them.

maybe this post should've had some sort of disclaimer? WARNING: morbidity ensues.

I miss Henry!

2009-11-13T21:10:00.000-07:00

I do this weird thing where I get all attached to characters in (well-written) books and then when I finish I'm all depressed and missing my new friends. So I miss Henry and Clare and Gomez and Charisse and everyone because, as earlier stated, I completed my mission of finishing my book. It was very very good, I loved the story and the way it was written and everything. It made me feel pretty near the entire scope of human emotion.

We made cookies! Kandice and I made sugar cookies from scratch and they were quite delicious- despite their strikingly pancake-y appearance. We then proceeded to take them around to some apartments in our buildings (but only boy apartments, he he) and made a couple new friends. So thats why there are only five left. Andie went home for the basketball game but I saved her some in a little baggy because I am a good friend.

I fell on invisible ice in front of a lot of people today, but I don't feel as bad because I remembered today is Friday the 13th so it was just meant to happen, okay?

readin'

2009-11-13T13:35:00.000-07:00

I'm about 37 pages from the end, and I'm at that weird limbo between wanting to finish it like a mad woman and hoping it won't ever be over. Even though I watched the movie first (for shame) and I already know how it ends- for the most part. The novel has resulted in plenty of differences from the film, with tons of more lush details and exciting character development. So what if I'm in love with Henry, okay? Judge me.

Okay I have to go finish it now.

Don't watch porn.

2009-11-13T00:04:00.001-07:00

It will rot your soul. Just sayin'.

It snowed today. Woo.

I had two tests so today I was in sweats and a thermal- and a french braid. Be jealous. And then it rained on my head, but I got a coat on before it snowed. Go meeee.

So I was up till 3 last night (this morning?) studying with Brian/waiting up for Kandice, so I was extra exhausted today, but I had to stay up until four thirty ish because of classes and a meeting, but then I crashed at five. I was sleeping pretty lightly at first, I kept waking up when Andie would come in the room and I heard Lacie come over and everything was swell. Then I wake up, feel that my bra is on, and I'm like what the hell I don't sleep with my bra on! But then I realized that it was not in fact the middle of the night but around eight forty five and my darling roommates had not woken me for our shows. For a bit there I was disoriented and kind of pissed, until I came into the living room and it was quiet and no one was to be found. Turns out Andie and Kandice were cleaning some guys house, so I ate some pizza I found and bonded with Valerie for a bit until they came home.

Anyway, since waking up I can't seem to shake that disoriented sleep feeling. I guess its good, since I'll still be able to fall back asleep, but its weird. Even after spending the evening in a full living room with neighbors and visiting straights and gays and pwning on 007 (or apartment was uncannily lively this evening) I still feel kind of crooked and dreamy.

SPEAKING OF DREAMY!

rantz

2009-11-10T16:28:00.000-07:00

Watch, I'm going to start this off all poetically, and then I'm going to pull a swift one-eighty and be all pissed off. Prepare to be amazed.

Autumn has magically paused itself for a week's moment, despite the snow last week and the forboding forecast ahead. However, the general pace of the season seems locked in a sprint toward antarctic winter, and with Logan Canyon winter winds comes crowded campus shuttles. People seem to be innately aware of the looming winter, and the buses continue to fill to greater capacities, even on the nicest of days.

Now, some background. I'm not crazy intolerant of Public Displays of Affection. I mean, with some limits. But a hug here, holding hands there, and even kisses within public view just isn't that huge of a deal to me. However: the point of this entire post is this: do NOT publicly display your affection within three inches of me on the crowded and enclosed space of the bus. ESPECIALLY when your arm, attatchd to the hand delicately stroking your sweetie's shoulder, is RUBBING AGAINST MY ARM. Honestly? Kissing and using up my air to make those repulsive smooching noises? Whispering sweet nothings into your significant others' and MY ear?! HAVE SOME SHAME! Gosh this happened last week and it still creeps me out and makes me shudder when I think about it. The nerve!
I need a nap.
and to grocery shop.
and to study, eeew

are you kidding me?

2009-11-08T22:59:00.000-07:00

T-Shaw was such an insincere tool. Tyler DEFINITELY deserved to win. I am mad at you, Tool Academy.

for future reference

2009-11-06T16:31:00.000-07:00

maybe later hair

Corie Howell

registration, you will be the death of me.

So what

2009-11-02T16:38:00.000-07:00

if your life is better than mine? It probably isn't. Okay? Gosh.
And what the hell is up with Parental Control? Honestly, MTV? Scripted up the hizang. Oh well, I was vacuuming anyway, so that drowned out enough of the noise. We're having either pizza or taco soup tonight. And maybe going to the gym. Holler.
I need to go grocery shopping.

All Hallow's Eve

2009-11-01T01:14:00.001-06:00

Halloween was rather...uneventful. Sarah and I both looked the shit, only to spend the entire evening at her house, not counting the Wendy's run. Divaz with cabin fever. Since when are there absolutely no parties to be found on Halloween? I was even willing to sacrifice my high standards of entertainment for a party full of drunk hussies. But no, even after interrogating nearly half my phone book, we spent the night dressed up at home. Next year: the Howl f'sho.

However we did look spectacular. Pictures to come.

Happy daylight savings. FALL BACK!

(edit) promised pictures:

be jealous!

just for the record

2009-10-28T20:20:00.000-06:00

Sarah is growing her hair out to this or she owes me $50

Snow

2009-10-28T13:43:00.000-06:00

Its still everywhere. Walking under trees is a precarious move, as the snow will sprinkle and occasionally dump on your head, breaking through the leaves that continue to hold on. Some trees are dropping leaves and patches of snow so quickly its like a little tiny storm is going on just underneath them, tree-dodging is somewhat necessary.

This is the giant pine tree outside our apartment after yesterday's snowfall. I was napping, and when I woke up everything was covered. At least its pretty!

So I've recently come to the oft-visited conclusion that I'm weird as shit. There's this weird balance of learning who I really am versus who I'd like to be, which is constantly changing. I think. I don't know, I feel like I'm in a rather floater stage, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. I'll just ride it out, maybe live in some books, everything always ends up okay in the end.

I'm watching Rob & Big, and Big was just changing the diaper of a little fake baby. "You smell like poopie, you smell like poopie!" awwwh.

All the single ladies?

2009-10-27T23:55:00.000-06:00

I am really excited for Halloween. I will be dressed like so:

We can pretend that I'll look equally hot in my ensemble and that my ass won't be all over the place. Ain't no thing, its Halloween! All diva-d out, as my best friend will be dressed as Lady Gaga.

It snowed today. It was pretty, but I am kind of sad. I love fall, and now if its going to snow constantly until next March, I'm going to be extra fall-hungry. Maybe this is just a little taste of what winter holds, so I'll still get a bit of fall weather. Thats likely just my optimism leaking through, however.

I am so sick of people just writing me off as a prude. I know more than you give me credit for, bitches.

Alexander Skarsgard

2009-10-21T15:03:00.000-06:00

is love. He is so beautiful, its ridiculous. I recently decided if I'm ever having a sad bit I'll just reflect on the attractiveness of Alexander Skarsgard and then everything will be okay. It works!

I went to the art museum on campus today for a choice event for my ridiculous creative arts class. I loved it! I was not aware the campus facility was going to have that neat of an art collection. There was such a huge variety of art, just all kinds. I don't even know if I could pick a favorite, but it was probably one of the massive canvases that I wanted to steal and take home with me. Maybe more on them later.

I wish I could paint. I think I'll take a class one day, maybe when I'm old and frail and have nothing better to do. Hopefully I don't get arthritis in my fingers to prevent my plan from taking hold.

It is fall, and I love it. I will just walk through all the piles of leaves and kick them everywhere, and smell the air because it smells crisp and leafy and its cold but not freezing, so its just fun outside except for when it rains on my head or winds through my clothing.
I can't seem to find my gray wool sweater! This is a problem.

"How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!"

2009-10-12T16:04:00.001-06:00

Oh John Green, you giant genius, you. Please come to Utah so I may bask in your intellectual glory and thank you for your profound hilarity.
I'm re-reading Looking for Alaska and I just forget how much I adore it. Except I just dipped into the "after" section and now I'm paused to soak it all in. Meanwhile I'm supposed to be reading my mass media textbook and I'm in the middle (well the middle of the beginning) of The Picture of Dorian Gray, for the first time, and its quite interesting. I'm worthless once a book sucks me in, completely worthless.

The internet sometimes overwhelms me a lot. Like I fell out of watching my youtube subscriptions but since I'm reading John Green once more I thought I'd peep his latest video, and then there are all these vlogbrothers videos that I'm completely out of the loop on, and then all these blog posts on sparksflyup that I'm hopelessly out of touch with, and then I just feel overwhelmed and just hope that one day I can be grownup and know who I am soundly and have my blog or book or story that all these people keep up with.
I don't know, mostly I just hope I can write a book one day that is as incredible as Looking for Alaska or Paper Towns or even a tiny bit close. Scary intimidating thoughts.
/giant run-on sentence

John Green is working on new stuff, which I'm extra excited about, and in April a book he wrote with David Levithian (sp?) is coming out and I'm feeling like "woowob)Oo" or close to that.

I ate too much garlic bread, blech.
Sarah is in San Fran and I wish I was theeeerrreeeeee

oh, I changed my wallpaper:

I am extra pleased about this.

Woopsies

2009-10-11T00:46:00.000-06:00

So maybe I was a little conceited when I was all "Oh 50 books challenge? Pshaaaww" because thing is, I sort of stopped keeping track of the books I read. And the end of the year is ever nearing. I'm sure I could easily top the challenge of a simple 50 books in one year, especially when I'm a psycho in the summer and reading everything I lay my eyes on, but keeping track of them is a different story.
One book I can easily track and would like to discuss via myself and blog was The Book Thief by Marcus Zusak. Definitely one of my top ten books, if it would even be possible for me to narrow them down to ten. This novel is remarkable in every single way. The narration, story line, characters, dialogue- every tiny individual piece of it is amazing, and when they're all combined, they form this unheard of story that teaches of relationships, life, happiness, everything. I cried in happiness and sadness, and I certainly did not want it to end. I wanted to keep in touch with Liesel and Rudy and Max and Papa, they were some of the most real and touching characters I've ever read. All I can aspire is to one day be able to create something that could vaguely approach the level of impact this book had and will continue to have for me.

My Uncle Pete died today. He was in a bad motorcycle accident yesterday and landed on his head. It didn't look good from the start. We prayed and prayed, but I guess he was needed impossibly more elsewhere. I'll miss him forever, we lost him too soon. Everyone is still numb, it doesn't feel real at all. I don't know when it will.
The weirdly comforting part of it all is that he was an organ donor, and with his heart and kidneys he'll save three people. That is so incredible to me, he is just the guy that would go out while saving three people.
I've been thinking about that. I think now I'm going to start looking for the three good things that come from every bad thing. Its like my history professor says, everything happens in threes.

So I'm home from school for now, which is going pretty well. I like it a lot for the most part, but for right now its good to be home.

My kids are never getting motorcycles, thats for sure. I need some sleep.

Beach House Cottage

2009-07-11T23:11:00.000-06:00

I'm currently residing in Mission Beach, CA in a beautiful little tiny beach bungalow. I am here with four of my very closest friends on our senior trip, and I don't ever want to go home. It is so beautiful. I love the ocean to begin with. I love the smell, the feel, the sound, even the sticky humidity that completely envelopes me. I love this house, it's perfect. I want to live here for forever. We are literally probably twenty steps from the bay, and maybe forty from the beach. We are going to the beach tomorrow. Everyone is so chill and there are countless hot men! Today at the bay we met this adorable little girl named Sophie who really wanted to just swim naked. She is three years old and has a mop of white blonde curly hair, she's just adorable.

Okay, so this thing happened the other day that I sort of feel I should record somewhere, and this is as good as anywhere. I have seen dead bodies before. People at funerals, animals on the side of the road, etc. We have this semicircle window above a large rectangle one in our living room. There is a tree that overhangs the semicircle bit, and the fat robins that always gorge themselves on our cherries often get quite confused by the reflection of the tree on the window. They fly directly into it quite often. I was home alone and watching TV or something, and a bird flew into the window insanely hard, the frame shook. I was shocked, I've never heard a bird hit that hard before. I went to look out the window to see if the bird had already made it's dizzy escape. But there was the bird. And it wasn't just sitting there, it was trying to fly away, but in a gimpy way. Like one wing was completely dysfunctional. It would hop in tiny circles, until it gave up. I went outside and sat there next to the bird as it died. I don't really know why I did it, I just couldn't really walk away knowing that bird was dying alone. Robins are stupid, I don't know why I cared so much, but watching that bird die was probably one of the very saddest things I have ever seen. I've never actually seen anything go from living to not, and it was violent and shocking.

Wow now that I'm done with that downer moment, I kind of want to go back to the bay and look that the stars for the bit. Maybe! I like you California, you're one of the good ones.

senior pictures whaaat

2009-05-13T23:12:00.002-06:00

Sarah took them for me today! I get to see them tomorrow, and I'm very excited.
She's going to be pro, I just know it, and if she forgets me when she's famous, there will be hell to pay. :)
Really though, despite how I am akward and despite that I brought a small-family-sized bag full of clothes, she was super patient and great and I do believe the results will be pretty great.
I will probably post some? Maybe?
We took them throughout Ogden, and it was fun times.
Minus the creepy old man that was watching me change in some bar parking lot. Freako, leaving a bar (most likely drunk and definitely creepy) at like six at night. ugh.

"Do you LIKE WHAT YOU SEE?!"
"yeahh."

and cue shudder.
I hope Derek does well with his Arizona interview!

(waaay overdue) edit:

a beautifully unedited photo Sarah took on my senior picture extravaganza. I was looking at a seagull that happened to flutter by as her shutter clicked. fancy that.

Maybe a little upset

2009-04-28T21:08:00.000-06:00

I suck at blogging.
Today was a good day, I went on a friend adventure to Amy's Cage and Sarah took fun pictures- furthering my excitement for her to take my senior pictures. Too bad I don't know how to pose for real.

Anyway, so I'm upset. With my school.
I just recieved a response to my inquiry to Washington State University as to why I did not recieve a scholarship. They did not get my transcripts and test scores until February 26, while they were due by January 31. I paid for them to be sent more than a month before they were recieved.
There is nothing to be done now. I was awarded one scholarship from Utah State University, the Presidential-full tuition/fees, etc.-and I have to accept that by this Friday. So I will. I'm going to be an Aggie.
I don't really know how I feel about it yet.

50 books? really?

2009-02-19T19:29:00.000-07:00

Thats it? Internet challenge: read 50 books in one year. I think I read over fifty books in one summer, so this should be pretty easy cheese. soooo I think I'll do a lil' review thing for each book I read? I have three so far (and a half). aaaand go:

1. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Required for AP Lit, but I loved it. Every single bit of it, I thought it was great. I will definitely read it again. I just wanted to give Nick Calloway a big hug, cute little innocent man. And I'd definitely love to time travel to the setting of Gatsby, what with all the fashionable lifestyles and parties, but I'd probably skip over the depressing emptiness bit. Fitzgerald was such a genius.

2. The Awakening by Kate Chopin
Also required, and pretty skinny, but I found I really enjoyed it. I liked the way it was written, with all the shifts in narration. I loved Robert, a lot. And though Edna was a little pathetic at times, I found I could really relate to some of the raw emotion Chopin described.

3. Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neal Hurston
Also also required, also also loved it. For cereal, it was so so so great. A little hard to catch on to the dialect at first, but it definitely got easier as the book went on. Lovely descriptions, and awww Tea Cake! I was a fan.

thats all! Now I'll just finish Recovering Charles (not required!), but first English/government homework beckons. Cruel world.

void

2009-01-04T21:34:00.000-07:00

of life, that is. Sometimes I get this really odd sensation of emptiness, or lack of meaning to my life. Maybe not my entire life, but the state of mind I currently feel assumes that. Its weird, because a million different things could trigger it, or sometimes I have no idea at all where it came from. So I guess I'm just writing this down to try to sort of make sense of a bit of it, or to maybe get a feeling of closure before I head off to bed. I need to finish vacuuming my room first, sorry sleeping dad.

Maybe I can lose myself in Gatsby a bit more before I fall asleep, and tomorrow morning all I will feel is utter and complete loathing for school. That sounds pretty accurate.
Goodnight

Today was too cold

2008-12-15T20:26:00.001-07:00

today at piano lessons my teacher and I were discussing a certain contemporary composer and his seemingly inhuman abilities to play his compositions at warp speed. we were talking about how its so crazy that he can play them so quickly at ease, while its such a stretch for someone else (namely, me) to learn and get used to such a high speed. then I said something rather profound. I know the reason he can play them like that is because they are his, he wrote them. this is roughly what I said:"We have to get used to playing the music this fast. But its his song, he wrote it, so its easy for him to play it however fast or slow he'd like to. The song had to get used to him."

ok it was most definitely more profound in the moment.

Today it was so cold that it hurt. I am not okay with that. I need to clean my room if it is for this reason alone: to find my gloves. Morning steering wheel and bare hands are not a good combination for happy Noelle.

I ran away this one time

2008-12-14T23:50:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time when I was little and my older brother was babysitting me, I hated him. Oh, I was also a psychotic and largely bipolar little girl. Anyway so this particular brother, whom I have since bonded with, was being all sorts of bothersome, and so I called him, and I quote, a "son of a bitch" (sorry mom) at the angelic age of eight, I think. I then grabbed my plastic heart-shaped bank with an easily opened lock - its contents including something along the lines of three Dairy Queen sundae coins and a few nickels and pennies - and my ratty pink "blankie" and headed down the street. I got about three houses down, and then returned. I can't exactly remember the details of my return, but I think he might've come after me, apologizing while trying to stifle laughs that would further my escape.

My poor brother. I'm sure he had no idea what to do with such a freakish kid.

P.S. I wish Christopher McCandless would've packed one map and lived. What a waste.

made of awesome

2008-11-27T01:03:00.001-07:00

Wow, this is going to sound super bi-polar following the last post, but lately I am feeling so happy. After the rough patch, I am doing well, and I am just happy! Ok goofy. Lets see, perhaps I will just list some things that have been going on lately, that should be interesting.
I went to the zoo and to Sadies (pictures later), I painted half of my face green in a rare showing of school spirit, we sent in our first yearbook deadline on time- and the yearbook this year is going to be BEAUTIFUL I'm so excited, tomorrow is Thanksgiving, no wait, it is Thanksgiving now because I am up too late doing nonsense things like posting a blog about nothing at all, really.

Tonight I went to a friend's house and played ping pong, played with her cuuute little beagle, made brownies and hung out and it was a good time. We went to Maverick (drink, Palin audience) to get sodas and it reminded me of This Lullaby by Sarah Dessen, how the girls in that are always stopping to get their sodas.
I'm reading another book by Dessen, called Dreamland. It is kind of miserable, as this girl is sort of spiraling down into a completely different life than she started out with. But I like it, I like the writing.

My hands are really cold in this basement. I saw Twilight for the second time today, and I think I might love it even more. I'm just such a sucker, its terrible. Oh well! It probably won't be the last time I see it in theaters, either.
I'm going to end this blog on a sour note: I have a bone to pick with ChaCha (dial 242-242 and ask any question, there will be an answer!). What is your deal with limiting me to 20 texts a month?! Uncalled for. I miss sending nonsense texts just to get a nonsense answer back and to feel cool that I was texting someone that texted me back-ha! Ok really though, now I have to save up all my ChaCha texts for questions that I actually do want important answers to. Lame!
Thats all for tonight, I should really go to bed.

Take it away Utah State asian pizza lady:
"Hihowareyou? Youwantsomepizza? Sogoodyummy!"
thanks so much, Derek, for showing me the wonder that she is.

change

2008-10-18T17:11:00.000-06:00

Wow, lots of stuff has happened since my last post. lots.
some good, some bad, but most of it can be filed under change.

People always always tell you you're going to lose and gain friends throughout school, and especially in high school. I guess I was always familiar with that inevitable fact, but I didn't necessarily personalize it too much.

I guess I should've. Maybe that would have given me more preparation- for losing some of my own friends, that is. I mean, there have always been certain rocky times with certain friends. But it was just nonsense, or I thought so, that we'd quickly get over and continue on with having good times. I always thought we were too tight, too close to go through the programmed high school losing-of-friends business.

I especially thought we were too close for it to be over things that were so trivial.
I'm not going into detail. I've rehashed it too much, and anonymous internet readers have no need or time for the finer points.

It just hurts. It doesn't hurt as bad as it did at first, but yeah, it still does.
And I hate so badly that it hurts me still, because I'm nearly positive that I'm the only one who's hurting.
I want to not care, at all. But at least I am faring better than I was. I keep trying to think of it logically. Its far better that it happened now than later. It helps me get ready to be done with high school, and helps with the separation that was needed to leave for college. So I'll continue to try to focus on the positive, and I'm sure I'll get over it soon enough. I just wish soon enough was, well, right now.

I'm lucky, though. I have a few friends that have stuck with me, and I can't even handle how glad I am that they have. I don't know what I would do if they all decided they'd had enough with me at once.
I hope these ones stick around for a good long time, even forever if they so choose.
I know I won't initiate any ends to friendships, so I hope they won't either.

I'm going to be okay.
I'll miss you, but it doesn't matter.
I'm going to be awesome.

The Dark Knight

2008-07-22T23:38:00.000-06:00

Readers (if any):
Most of this is just rambling about my day. If you'd like to skip to the venting, go ahead and skip to the bottom. :)

So I watched it today, for the second time. Only today was special because it was in IMAX. I went with Sarah and our little sisters (Katie and Chelsea). Cute sister date fun time. Anyway, we were all mislead at first in thinking IMAX was in 3D. Slightly disappointing, its just a huuuge screen, but it was still sweet and well worth it. Quite an entertaining drive up, the little sisters are crazies but we all laughed a lot.
Katie almost pooped her pants on the way back (yuck, right!)
Anyway, so even though it was the second time through, The Dark Knight still blows my mind. I can't even believe that movie, and all its glory. It is so insanely awesome I just feel like I need to throw up my insides every time I watch it so I can comprehend the sweetness. Ok, thats gross, but I mean it in the best possible way. I love how the joker is so creepy but sooo funny at the same time, I love that. Heath did an incredible job. When I start thinking about it, it just makes me so sad that he's gone, that TDK is his last complete movie. I just know that he wouldn't have ever stopped making incredible stuff; and man, with his role as the joker, what an incredible way to leave us. If his last role would've been something sucky (yeah right, I don't think he did any crappy work), it wouldn't be so memorable. I guess thats self explanatory though. Or maybe it would've, just because it was his last thing. I don't know, man. I just wish he hadn't died. Its so tragic. Poop.

Ok enough with sad stuff.

So then I came home from the movies, laid on the couch, and fell asleep cause I was so sleeeepy from the movie and the drive home. I don't really know why, probably because I have terrible sleeping habits for the summer. So then I woke up at seven, went to Young Womens, where we were doing service like cleaning church windows and pulling weeds. Neisha and I cleaned about two windows, then found some chalk and just ran from room to room writing nonsense on chalk boards and hiding from the little girls. We worked really hard.

When I came home, after only around 45 minutes (worked reeeaaaally hard), Derek wanted to go to the library and get some Chuck Palahniuk books with my card. He doesn't have one. So we drove over in his little rickety mexi-rally truck and turns out the Syracuse library didn't have any of the books so I put them on hold, to get sent from other libraries. Meanwhile I got three books that I'm not going to list here because I'm getting too bored. Derek got one too, but ditto on what it is. On the way back he goes "Oh I just tooted. I also farted in the library and it was loud and I think someone on the other row heard it." I just giggle and stick my head out the window when the little truck space gets stinky. He's such a charmer, thats why he has so many women all the time.

I'm going to wrap this up. Eventually we ended up at Sydney's house, lighting off fireworks (both legal and not) in her arena and then on the street. We taped some together and that was a good time.

Now I'm home, I have to mosquito bites, but I successfully dodged all june bugs. I hate june bugs, so so so much. They freak me out.

Something has been bothering me, however. I'd like to get it off my chest even though, technically, I'm not getting it off my chest to anyone.
People get too butt hurt and angry about stupid things. Like who invites you where, or tells you whats going on. See, various events and occasions go through various stages of planning. Some things are planned extensively and in advance. Others are spur of the moment and crazy and whatever. Its fun if you are involved with either, and you should be happy for that. However, worrying and obsessing over who told you or when you were told or how you were told or WHATEVER simply does not matter! Ok, if you were not invited and missed out on something cool, then you can feel sad and maybe talk to someone about it, yeah. That's understandable. But if something just randomly happens, and you hear about it last minute, DON'T be sad that no one told you earlier, or that you didn't hear about it from the direct source of the planning (because there often isn't any planning involved). I hope this is making sense, its all muddled and scattered in my brain. But honestly, if someone texts someone you're with about something, and its meant to be a big group plan, don't be sad that that person didn't text you. Get over it. You're still invited. Next time I'll be sure to send you a letter in the mail so you can work it into your schedule.

Whew, done.
Its stormy outside, yaay
CRAP GOTTA GO ROLL UP MY WINDOWS!

reptile!

2008-07-18T11:31:00.001-06:00

My skin is so gross right now. Only my boob skin though, geez. All scaly and buttnasty from peeling and all that junk. I just want it to heal and be smooth and normal again.

So Andie got a job at Jamba with me! yaay. I work with her for two hours tonight. And I close tonight, agaaaiiin. No good. But at least I don't close tomorrow too. I want to go see the Dark Knight. Even though I didn't finish Batman Begins when I started watching it at Sarah's. Hopefully I won't be missing out on too much key information.

I just got off the phone with Janie like, four minutes ago. She was telling me all these stories of her man adventures, and the four marriage proposals she recieved last night. I got one today, but I think it is in spite of her hahah. What a stud that girl is.

My mom was trying to use all of the peanut butter because it was going to go bad and so she made these delicious muffins and then some good dinner last night and now she was going to make peanut butter bars, but she just barely ran out of peanut butter. So I told her to mash up peanuts and add butter (duh) and she told me she didn't have any peanuts, but with my logic baby food must be made of babies. I don't know why I didn't think of that earlier, but it makes perfect sense.
I need to go shower.

Boob Crack

2008-07-14T17:26:00.001-06:00

So I'm a white child. Not just caucasian, but extremely lacking in the content of melanin in my skin. I have been made highly aware of this from multiple intense sunburns over the years. ("and the fact that I'm a huge big fat ginger"- brother Derek who is reading over my shoulder and nagging that I hurry up to go to DI where he can buy a ten speed bike. The crazy.) This weekend some friends and I made a trip up to Bear Lake, staying on the Idaho side, and I came well equipped with both SPF 70 spray-on and SPF 50 lotion sunscreens.

However
Whatever
I'm bored with writing like I know how to write.

Long story short, the glorious glorious Bear Lake trip (which is nicely recapped on Sarah's blog- http://www.sporterrr.blogspot.com/) resulted in my boob crack being quite nicely sunburned along with other weird spots. Like my splotchy legs for one, or the stripe on my inner arm. What the balls? Inner arm sunburn? Ridicuolous.

I actually started this entry last night. But now I'm finishing it this night.

I closed at work tonight, with Laura and Mccall. Laura hates Mccall because she's lazy I guess, but I think Laura probably hated me too when I first started. Jamba Juice is intimidating at first because everything goes so fast and you never know what to do. So maybe Mccall will become the most incredible smoothie maker ever and Laura will love her and I won't ever have to deal with grumpy Laura closing again.
Or maybe not. I don't much care, ha!

Aeropostale shirts run too small. I hate that I even know to say that, because when I went into the store today with Mama Bear I thought I was going to explode and barf was going to come out of my ears, but I needed a new white polo for work. Only having one just wasn't cutting it. So I got a new one but I look like a nice chubby chub in it, stupid retarded sizing.

I'm wearing turtle earrings made out of coconuts. And I think these little bits are hemp pieces but I can't be sure. Anyway they are cute, Katie brought them back from Hawaii. Wearing earrings at work is fun because my hair is always pulled back so my ears are just like, hey hang decorations from me because I'm showing so much. Twofold. If ears could talk, I guess.

I realized today around nine thirty when I was getting ready to go apply for my passport that I haven't showered since Sunday when I got home from camping. This dirty fact made me giggle, along with the fact that I forgot I hadn't showered yesterday. I didn't even shower before work either. Dirty dirty. And I went to the mall with Mama Bear after, still unshowered, and tried on like thirteen billion dresses and got like twelve of them. OK more like.... seven of them. Or six. Or five. I honestly don't remember now but I did get a lot of dresses because of the cheap prices at Macy's and New York & Company. Even this sexy little black one that shows my boobies way too much and we have to figure out something to do about that. But I am a bombshell in it and will probably sink the ship when I wear it on the cruise.

I feel really lonely a lot lately and I honestly can't believe I'm writing that in this, but its true. I hope I'm not depressed, and its just normal mood swings. Because I'm having a lot of ups and downs.
I love to hang out with my brother. He is probably the funniest person I know.
I miss my friends.

I'm sooooo glad Mama Bear and Katie are home from Hawaii, a week gone is too long and I missed them way too much.

I think thats all. This is ridiculous. I wrote way too much nonsense to be healthy, and way too much to even approach interesting, and waaay too much that can be viewed by, well, anyone.
Oh well. I think this blog thing will be fun.

Oh, my boob crack sunburn is sprouting little bitty blisters, yuck!
Cheer up family/friends/cats/political giants
byee