ohhhh i can feel it in my bones.

i'm all jittery.
foundations of western civilization: modern.
1500 to present. 
myyy lanta, i'm excited.
massachio to michelangelo, ghiberti and giotto,
courbet, millet, rousseau,
constable, turner,
degas, renoir, van goh, and pisarro, (who happens to be my favorite impressionist)
mondrian, rothko, polluck!
i think i can feel my blood bubbling up inside of me in excitement.
if ever there was a reason to be excited for school to start, it would be this one.

"It seems to me that if one wants to be a serious artist one must constantly immerse oneself in solitude."
--edgar degas

and then i went on a crazy andy warhol kick.

and  made this.

just because i could.

and i think it's pretty sweet.

sieze the day, broom hilda.

i need to be doing laundry right now.
...but i'm not.

aaaaand i'm itching to get back to logan!
seriously. i love that little town more than i could ever explain to you. and for reasons unknown.

also, i love vampire diaries. it is my newest obsession. and i bought the first season. and am watching it through for the second time as we speak. kenz, miss, and i catch ourselves playing a new game that we halfway made up. it's called, what if: vamp dies edition. it's where we say things like...

"would you rather have your legs nailed to a chair like harper, or be injected with vervain like stefan?"

and then it results in explanations, reasoning behind such choices. i fear that we have become trekkies. vampire style.

the salvatore brothers and i, well. we're kind of best friends now... and i hope that it progresses into a complicated love triangle one day. not to mention, i was jb obsessed again today. we're also best friends. too much pop culture for one day? never. {say never. taha...}

for the first time in a long time, i'm ready for monday. i'm going to the art museum for an introduction on historical preservation of art... and am too excited to sleep! can you say, nerd?

the worst part of my weekend?

this kid was no where to be seen.
m.i.a. from my weekend... which is absurdly abnormal.
this goes out to my good friend, doireann doane: i hope your pizza and laser tagging was fantastic. if i had to lose the battle to someone, i'm glad it was you. you're a worthy opponent.
but still... i missed you, mattie! next weekend?



{happy sabbath... and happy monday morning!}

i'm not done.

i have a crush on frank lloyd wright. in one too many ways. his architecture un-stitches me, and plus he was just so handsome.

...now i'm finished.

speaking of ecstasy.

it is friday today.
which is great.
and the week was too.
and i am home. yet again.

this morning, i was reading my usuals... you know. rockstar diaries, nienie, wild and wily ways, graphic fairy... and i came across another usual. which was hilarious today. seriously.

well, i thought it was. see what i mean here.
the comparison kills me.
ohhh and consider this my piece of the day.


kenz and i spent the night in provo last night. it was fun to see our best friends, kelsey and haley, again. i miss them so much, and i don't realize it when my plate is full of school work and other things. best friends are great. especially mine. we ate at that pizza place in provo... {i know you know the one i'm thinking of} and had cougar ice cream. which isn't as good as aggie ice cream, i'll tell you that much. we visited a friend working at the book store and then i knocked on seven different doors at wyview to find the door of this kid. who wasn't even home. you can imagine my disappointment. the library steals the best of us i guess. but i saw him with his headphones in on the side of the road this morning. and obviously it brightened up my day. {miss you matt!}

in other news, byu's art museum is still hosting the carl bloch exhibition... and i'm going!

and let me tell you. his work. is. beautiful. i am so excited! i happen to think that it is very caravaggisti. which i also love. so that's the end of that story. check it out if you get the time. or even if you have to make time for it. check it.


{hope your weekend is filled with wonderful.}

happy thangts.

thank you, chuck-a-rama for providing such succulent turkey.
and honey baked ham. :)

thanksgiving, thanksgiving, thanksgiving.

i am happy to have such wonderful family and friends. they are lovely, and plus, i don't know what i'd do without them.

thank you for such a beautiful life.

and i think i should put in a plug for how i am so thankful for my traveling privileges.
because we all know that i love them so much.

i went to rome for 24 hours. and it was awfully wonderful.
saint peter's basilica in vatican city.

i'm grateful for my dad, the colonel. he works so hard.
...and then he takes me to places that i have dreamed about since i was a little girl.
he is quite the dad. and also, he's the best.

rome was just breathtaking.
i loved the streets damp with rainwater, and the italian people existing beautifully with their dark features and green eyes. and they were speaking italian. i melted a little sometimes.
it was all just beautiful.

a baroque angel in the vatican. would you believe that heavy texture?



michelangelo's pieta. i know.

the pieta.
and i saw it. with my very own blue eyes.
i couldn't even speak. though it is encased in glass, i still felt so close that i could touch it.
i am a lucky, lucky girl. really, i am.
spoiled rotten really...

we also went to the colloseum, the spanish steps, and the trevi fountain.
we ate gelato in the pouring rain, and a roman man whistled at me.
it was one of those things that i'm glad happened, just so that i can say it did,
...but please let it never happen again.

i got a small and brilliant taste of la cite eterna, and i look forward to going back again someday.


but for right now what i'm focused on is saying my goodbyes to this kid.


ohhhh prom.

it's hard to imagine.
two years without being able to call austin and tell him stories that only he'd think are funny.
that's two whole years of finding my own music and not stealing it from him.
two christmases and two birthdays with the absence of gifts that come from the classy aisles of the d.i.
two summers without del teezee runs at one in the morning.
two autumns without surprise logan visits.
two years without our best friend.
in fact, i hate imagining it.

but then i think a little harder. and i think about how selfish i am.
if he can give up his time, of course i can give him up for two years.
after all, it's only two.
and it's two years of time very well spent.

last night, we went out with all of the other crazy people in hunt for the jollyest givings in the retail department of black friday.
it sure was an adventure. and it's one i'll remember for a long, long time.
aust and i laughed at all of the moms pushing and shoving to get their sales.
we waited in line after line to purchase our spoils.
and were quite successful.
it was great.
and i'm sure going to miss him.

so here's to you, russia.
take care of my best friend, and make him be good.
turn him into a missionary and tell him to preach the truth.

wednesday's the day, folks.

so then i remembered that i hate my life because it's not complete anymore.

this blog keeps me sane when i'm deprived of art history.
...and how i miss my good friend dearly.
the closest i got to a blissful reunion this semester was anthropology...
which is a wonderful addition to my schedule i might add.
however.
nothing beats the study of t.m.n.t. and the renaissance.

i miss these guys lots.
so here's a tribute to you,
donatello,
michelangelo,
raphael,
and leonardo.
we shall meet again soon.
and hopefully next semester.
i love you,
love, courty.

p.s.
especially you, mr. michelangelo.
thanks for doing the pieta.
it gets me out of bed each morning.
i don't know where i'd be without you, buddy.