the weird girl, and the class that follows.

yesterday, on the first day of school, a girl punched me in the face.
and then, she proceeded to tell me that "while this wasn't exactly an ideal introduction", i should still tell her my name...

no, seriously.
she punched me in the face.
on accident.
...but still.


i felt a little bit weird about her...

elements of grammar at 12:30 is going to be a trip.
especially because when i began exploring my textbook tonight, i realized that i have a whole lot to learn about subordinate clauses and reflexive pronouns.... crap.

yet another ecard that relates to you... more than likely...

ahhhh, the curses of dead week:

campus gets absurdly quiet, the library is suddenly a place you wish you weren't spending your time,

and the neighbors want to hang out. all the time.

what a weird, weird week.

p.s. 

requiem on water.

imperial mammoth.

not only an ingenious intermingling of soft harmony,

but also made with words that roll through my mind like melted butter.

captivating words kind of weaken my knees.

do you know those days

where you try to rip your hair out because you think it might solve all of your problems?

but then you remember that, no, breathing will. 

so then you do that. 

and then you scream.

then, you take two more deep breaths to counteract the irrational outburst of your rage,

and pretend that louis armstrong serenades well wishes your way from heaven.

well, i'm having one of those days today. 

scratch that, week. 

i'm having one of those weeks.

meet liz, the first.

just making shakespeare proud, no big.

the lengths a student will go to for extra credit.

crafted out of computer paper, and the rimming of a paper plate.

she has always been my funniest friend.

vienna waits for you. billy joel, highly appropriate.

i kind of feel like never reading an article, memoir, JSTOR entry, or scientific journal ever again.
because i have spent the last eleven hours hooked to my computer, notebook, and every 1960s new york times article that ever existed.
and frankly, i am sick of writing about housewives and "glocoat".

so i took a break.
mind you, it was not a break from academia, but rather a break from all things "don draper meets stepford wives". it was a dive into western civ. a very much needed dive.

it was a small vacation where i disappeared into stefan zweig's autobiography.
i saw vienna, and lived like the jewish bourgeoisie.
i learned all about the age of security, and the upper middle class previous to the twentieth century.

i also read this, which explains my obsession with this novel:

"we gradually acquired small comforts, moved from a smaller to a larger house, rented a carriage for afternoons in the spring, and traveled second-class in a sleeping car. but it was not until he was fifty that my father allowed himself the luxury of spending a month in the winter with my mother in [the south of france]."

the world of yesterday, by stefan zweig.



never have i been so crazy eyes over a class before.
i'm in love with this required text. really, i am.

[weekend starts TOMORROW! ...at 3 p.m. ...if i can only manage to finish this soul sucking paper. you will be the death of me, english 2010. wow... never thought i'd say that... i blame it on general requirements, and lack of creative thinking involved with that waste of a class.]

wednes. day.

there were a lot of reasons that i needed to not be at school today:

1. simply put, i cannot work with idiots. group projects are worthless. give me the assignment, i'll do it myself. painting pretty pictures doesn't give you license to criticize san vitale, or the mosaics of justinian inside. can we all agree on that? let us all stick to the things we know, savvy?

2. my french class wrecked me today. i was a studdering mess. i had to say, "pass" twice when my professor called on me... and apparently that word is frowned upon during lecture. crap, she hates me. but it's like.. hey.. don't you work for me? 

basically, the only reason that i went to school was to walk in the rain.

so.

in honor of this glorious gloomy weather that we are finding ourselves in up here in cache valley [and i hear you folks in the slc have found it too! aren't we all so lucky? i think so.], i have decided that i'd like to feature some of the other things that i love so much: 

1. the brilliant combination of ty lockwood and caroline forbes. [the BSHs are on my mind once again. and they're in my loft, too. surprise, surprise.]

2. my engaged roommate. she's pretty cool. we laugh at the same things, her ring is like a dream, and let's be honest... these two cuties were meant to be. plus, she brings me her love in the form of sour candy... which just so happens to be my favorite kind of love.

3. i reeeally like my bed. yeah. that's all. 

4. my pretty sisters, all five of them. we like to share everything with each other. especially our names.

5. sonic's pumpkin pie malt. it'll change your life, and make you a real woman. true story.

6. this blog. i love it so very much. can't. stop. reading.

 

tttthat's all, folks! 

enjoy your rain.

praying to the god of sacre couer.

my father and i, well. 

we speak french on the telephone.

or rather, he speaks french... and i [kind of] speak something like it.
he ends with an "au revoir", i with a "salut".

...it is a lovely mid-monday ritual.

wish me luck, friends.

this exam has the potential to rock me.

let's all pray.

really, it is.

school is fun. 

school is fun. 

school is fun. 

maybe if i repeat it enough, my heart will echo the same reverberation. 

...then again, maybe not. 

i know we all want it to be fun. but we also want to think that aristotle was god's gift to the western world. 

when in fact, he thought of women as an inferiority to the male species. 

with bad parts. well. inferior parts. 

that contributed little to the human reproductive system...

hm...

i am learning so much up here, mom.

so i guess this means that i have recently become an aristotle-hater. 

it's cool, off with my head if you must.

i'm practically an embarrassment to my own culture, i get it. 

whatevs.

but.

what i lack in philosophy and the scientific revolution, i make up for in my knowledge of the renaissance and stamps in my passport. 

and that's all that matters, right?

that i try. 

i'm trying, mom. 

hard. 

p.s. 

if you're name is haley potter, and you look like this: 

i'm probably missing you the most today, bestie.

penny lane is in my ears, and in my eyes.

a little less than two weeks, lovelies.

i can see london-heathrow as i type, i swear it. slow-mo walking across abbey road, playing around piccadilly circus, trafalgar square, and harrod's... indulging in a pistacchio and strawberry cake pop of course... remember? bucket list? not to mention shopping portobello road in notting hill, {cue bill withers}. sunday the fifteenth, you can find me wandering hyde park, listening to young revolutionists proclaim their most well thought out ideas from soap boxes. and later in the week, i will share a long awaited kiss with the one that i love. his name is the blarney stone. and we're practically married. i'm pretty committed, and have been since i heard the word ireland so many years ago. i was young when we were introduced, but our love is forever.

for now, however, i must dream sweetly of gerrit rietveld, phillip johnson, and karim rashid... for my academic fate lies within their now-tainted names. they're brilliant men, but i'd rather not be tested on the course of our courtship.

that means history of interiors final, people. 
tomorrow. 

{good night.}

p.s.
still beatles obsessed. i think it's for good this time.

six weeks to a love affair with the blarney stone.

it's times like these where i wish i didn't have to drive two hours north in the morning.
and for the record,
elder uchtdorf said everything that i needed to hear today.
the Lord gives us answers when we pray, and i love my church for teaching me that. it was a lovely sunday, filled with words of our prophets. thirst quenching, if you will.

i hope you were in love with your sunday like i was.
that hope is co-mingled with the same hope that i wish for your monday morning.
and also, i hope your monday is full of less driving than mine.

good night. followers. and kelsey g.c. ;)

its all gone away since the doldrum days came.

let me dedicate this post to my lovely friend slash band, wakey!wakey!.
{hence the title.}

first of all, let me just say...
ohhh i love you wakey!wakey!.
i love you lots and lots.
if you haven't heard of this guy before, you should go here.
the way he plays the piano makes me weak at the knees a little.
okay, a lot.
the title of the album...
almost everything i wish i'd said the last time i saw you.
i love it when real life and poetry clash.
like that title.
because everyone can relate. i can relate. can you?
it's a beautiful relation and i'm obsessed with it.

so back to the doldrums.

i feel like everything is like...
bleh.
you know?
when the doldrums sink in and you can't rid yourself of them.
give me a break.
or take it away, rather.

i have been seeeeeriously dreading the termination of my lovely little christmas break.

but although i hate to admit it, i am a person of structure and schedule.
...along with any other "s" words that mean organized.
i think this whole, "i stay up until all hours of the morning and wake up at noon" thing has
got. to. stop.
i feel like doing nothing all day long.
i eat cereal in front of a movie every morning at around 1 p.m. and i can't take it anymore.
and besides the fact that i am a pathological hypochondriac, i keep thinking i'm sick.
but i'm not! i know i'm not!
i just need something to do, something to keep my mind off of aforementioned doldrums.

so in short, today was the first time in months that i have been happy to get back to logantown.
i reeeeally need to occupy my mind with anything.


this impressionist painting sums up my brain right now.
edouard manet and his avant-garde ways...
this girl in bar at the folies-bergere obviously has the doldrums.
in case you were wondering.

bless you, school.


and p.s. ...for the record, i think ryan reynolds is really handsome.
even more handsome than ashton kutcher.

yes. i just said that. me. i just said that.
i know. i couldn't believe it either. but i did.

{happy weekend!}