I had a dream we were in Disney land for my birthday, and when I woke up and saw my two baby fish, it was better.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Watching lacrosse is like sitting in the freezer.
The inside of my Mexican blanket is all I ever see at Jeffrey's games.
I guess its a good thing I'm living in St. George. The cold makes me whine.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Apparently 1:00 church is to early for me. I was late due to the fact that I was still sleeping at 12:45.
I often worry that I look like an idiot when I walk in heels. It's one of the few things I'm self-conscious about.
My hair comes in one style; braided.
I worry that this blog is slowly falling apart. Its silently becoming something I don't want to do anymore.
The future and job hunting are the worst. Currently keeping me up at night.
I've decided that when I grow up I'm going to open a cereal bar, while being a radiologist on the side, and replacing Laura bedoor as the DJ for show tune Saturday night.
I crochet Afghans. If you want one, let me know. They're pretty sweet.
I want someone to come over and watch Evita with me.
Nyquill makes me have weird and awkward dreams.
Its not even funny how bad I am at the game draw something. Drawing is most definitely not my strong suit.
If someone brought me a bacon cheeseburger with no tomatoes and some fries and a doctor pepper from jcw's, I would be their best friend for life. It's quite possible I crave it often.
The big bang theory and modern family. All day long.
If I developed some strange unheard of disease and then died from it, I would want them to first, name the disease after me, and second, make my case into an episode of House. With an alternate ending.
Graduation is in 72 days.
There is a plant in my windowsill that I've had for almost a year. Every month or so it will get these red flowers with yellow centers, and they remind me of summer.
High expectations.
There is a box of memories in my closet.
I have a secret blog. I made it when I was considering deleting this blog because it was getting to painful. I wrote on it twice, but both posts seemed to fake to take seriously.
Without Harry Potter references, life would be dull and uninspiring.
Baseball hats.
There is a list of the things I want out of life. Number one is "be awesome."
Why must we all be in such a hurry to grow up?
March is my favorite month. If you asked me why, I would say its because everyday becomes something unexpected, but the truth is, I love it because the days start to feel long again, and at the end its my birthday.
I have gotten into the habit of taping important papers to my mirror. Of corse, I think so many papers are important, there's a chance I'm running out of room to see myself.
She wrote me a letter that made me cry.
When all is said and done, and we all live in our own corner of what we consider happiness, I hope I can look back at the person that I was trying to become and recognize that I made it. Battle scarred and bruised, but happy and whole. And I hope that I can look back at my journey and realize that it was because of you that I made it.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
since the world's been turning
Monday, March 12, 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
excuse me, my awkward pad-shaped tissue holder landed by your foot.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Every day is a souvenir that slowly fades away
Halls have put little inspirational quotes on their cough drop wrappers.
Its the best thing to happen to colds since NyQuill.
Monday, March 5, 2012
for the longest time
someone who will hold my hand as we drive, while singing far to loudly to billy joel.
i'll make him breakfast, and he'll do the laundry.
he'll get me NyQuil when i'm sick, and i'll crochet him many afghans.
we'll buy our furniture from D.I. to save money for trips, and he'll surprise me with chocolate and doctor pepper as i sew him skinny ties.
he'll kiss my forehead, and i'll kiss his cheek.
we'll laugh at dirty jokes, and continue to grow together.
he'll try to teach me to be on time, and how to save, and i'll laugh.
we'll argue about things that don't matter, and find a way to get through the things that do.
we'll have cupcakes and hot dogs at our wedding, and let off 99 red balloons.
i'll write him love letters in the lunches i'll pack for him, and wear his sweatshirts when he's out of town.
he'll hold the priesthood, and be worthy to use it, and he'll give my kids father's blessings.
we'll be married for time and all eternity in one of the lords houses, and we will have the kind of love that is always growing.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
scenes from an italian restaurant
and then several of us went into my room and watched harry potter five.
but i was mad because haley had given us the bloopers of harry potter five instead of the actual movie, so i called her and yelled at her in a scottish accent.
and then we all bread dragons.
dreaming of harry potter is something that happens to me often.