can you play me a memory

i'm so excited i'm willing to do my hair. 

thats how i feel about p.f. changs. 

indulging the craving tonight. 

tainted love

today i accepted my scholarship to dixie. 

and i gave myself arthritis by writing a million and a half note cards.

i'm feeling a little old,

and a little overwhelmed. 

all things as they pertain to prison break

if i were to ever be in a situation where a get away car was needed, Lincoln would be my driver of choice.

he's also my muscle of choice.

last night i had a dream that Janna became the president of the united states, and i made her exonerate Michael and Lincoln, as well as Sucre. 

obviously i think Sadie Hawkins dance should be changed to Sona Hawkins dance. 

and i love Lincoln with his scruff.

and who the heck does james whistler think he is? and how dare his stupid girlfriend go and make Lincoln think he might be able to find love after the company killed his girlfriend,

and the company? just going around cutting off sara's head?

not cool with me. 

prison break,

if you don't watch it,

don't start until you have absolutely nothing else to do, or else it will take over your life. 

and you will no longer have the desire to sleep, or do homework. 

E as in 'Ello mate

i want to paint my nails red,

and wear no makeup,

and eat popsicles,

and have movie nights,

and sing to loudly,

and wear exercise shorts,

and sleep in,

and not worry about my hair.

i want to smile to big,

and wear high heels,

and get a pet fish,

and learn knew things, 

and curl my hair,

and wear scrubs. 

i want to make a difference,

and read exciting books,

and make amazing videos,

and marry christen hein,

and learn to play the guitar,

and drive a stick.

i want to see the world,

and sing at eva's grave,

and mourn the loss of saigon,

and dance in a fountain,

and live on argyle lane,

and have an endless supply of movie theater popcorn.

i want to find what makes me happy, 

and make others happy,

and make my father in heaven proud,

and make myself proud. 

guilty of thinking i'm older than i actually am

my car is in the shop. he's having a hard time maintaining homeostasis. his radiator keeps overheating, which isn't helped by the fact that he's regurgitating antifreeze. he's really sick.
so, my road companion has been the suburban.
pros/cons to driving the suburban:
pro: the suburban is the grandpa of the car family at my house, so he comes with all sorts of old timey perks. one is a tape converter. this means i can hook up my phone via this out of fashion device, and blast the old hits that are the only thing that can satisfy me lately.
con: my honda is a v6, which means it accelerates really fast, but my huge suburban, not so much. unfortunately for my suburban, i have a lead foot, and when i push to hard/fast on the accelerator, it will do a sad, pathetic little lurch to try and catch up. lets just say it's taken me a little longer than usual to get to school.
pro: the suburban is a hulk, and driving it makes me feel safe. i'm never worried about dying if someone hits me. i don't think it would even dent the beast.
con: the suburban is a hulk. even though i don't worry about myself, the fact that my car could crush another is unsettling.
pro: the heater works wonders in the morning. i'm cold for about two seconds, and then my face is burning from the 90* air blowing from the vents.
con: the ac is broken. this is a problem because of this strange weather we've been having. after school there is nothing worse then getting into my car thats been baking on the drag all day and having the metal on the seat belts burn me.
pro: its a car, and i don't have to walk or take the bus to school. and i feel pretty darn cool with my windows rolled down, and oldies blasting. if you see me driving me by, honk and i might just give you an "i'm to cool for you" nod.

it's like inception, only with cameras

ice skating from cammie hurst on Vimeo.

Follow the Arrow

Rosi Golan and Human 

I'm sorry that i secretly love gobstoppers and the smell of dishwasher soap

I'm taking a short siesta from blogging.
Instead I'm going to read my hosa books, crochet some blankets, sew some quilts, make some Harry Potter pillows, watch some prison break, and figure out how to lower my blood pressure, because I randomly have hypertension.
Have a nice day.

A taste of the good life.

I spent the day at FYE's closing down sale browsing their 2 for 1$ CD clearance sale.
You could say I stumbled across a gem or two.
Alternative rick hits from the '80s and '90s.
I spent the car ride home busting to Deep Blue Something and Gin Blossoms.
Its been a good day.
Driving with new CD's rocks my world.

reasons to smile

1. because i enjoy laughing cow on my pretzels
2. because chandler and monica end up together
3. because the bachelor is on every monday
4. because michael loves his brother lincoln
5. because the most used app on my phone is netflix
6. because i wear socks with sandals
7. because facebook is addicting
8. because there is a picture of pig on my desk
9. because i'm eating zupas today
10. because one tree hill has good music
11. because spodify is free
12. because i have all 56 phalanges
13. because the map is complete
14. because usnavy doesn't move to dominican republic
15. because john is back
16. because i never do my hair
17. because my crochet blanket is finished
18. because my testimony plant is still alive
19. because jesus is my savior
20. because ron destroys a horcrux
21. because of the way the french say captain
22. because i don't have to mow the lawn ever again
23. because it's warmer somewhere
24. because peron really loved eva
25. because there is always hope
26. because i had a little jam session in my car to journey
27. because leonardo di'caprio is gatsby
28. because men at work plays on the radio
29. because every time i go to walmart i buy some gobstoppers
30. because i've been listening to the beatles

i say no to school work, sleeping, getting ready, wearing acceptable clothes, getting to school on time, and homework,
and yes to prison break.
all day long.
it's quite possible i've become addicted.

Do you even know how to drive an automatic?

Crocheting
Sleep overs
Pandora
Scarfs
Prison break
Orange juice
What happens in Vegas
Dreams
Blog stalking
Tassels
Horcruxes
Sewing machines
Thumb tacks
Composition notebooks
Potential
Wet hair
Picture frames
Letters
Mittens
Accomplishment

My cat...

Is secretly Professor McGonagall.