we're still calling him sam.

i'm thinking i should wear this shirt to class on thursday, just so he knows that i mean business.

just so you all know, today, we completed a quiz together.

oh, yes.
our romance blossomed over nucleic acid and population density.
we indulge in intelligent conversation, but i don't think either one of us ever know what the other is talking about. and he has green eyes.
he was probably wearing the black parker gingham from ledbury or something, almost buttoned to the top.
beige pants, nice and tailored, too.
hair parted on the side, and those. dang. glasses.
coincidentally, i, too, wore black today. a black dress, and floral tights.
if we'd wanted to, we could have sent out a "happy spring" card to all of our mutual friends.
but we didn't want that. we think it's too soon.
i just know that he wants to cuddle, though.
i knew the minute he turned to me and said,
"the answer to number three is bacteria." 

conversation between us is so intimate, i know.
please. read on, though viewer's discretion is advised.

he's going to alaska this summer to work.
and his easter was reeeeally good.
but he got a 62 on the last test.
sucker.
jk, we're dating.
...
nope, not true.

...and i'm still not really sure what his name is.
i can only do so much snooping over his shoulder to read what's written on his paper.
and asking him plainly is just no fun at all.

oh my gosh.
i am such a stalker.

*by the way...

all of your sweet comments on my previous post made my entire day--maybe my year. 

sometimes i have no idea who reads this weird blog of mine, and it is so fun to see comments below my writing.

thank you all so much!

 

alone.

it was in the quiet moments before sleep that she found herself not wishing or dreaming of him beside her when she slept,
or them down the hall, dreaming of cotton candy and rocking horses.
she knew those goods would come in due time. it wasn't doubt, but hope that filled her.
it rushed over her newly washed sheets, and between her fresh shaven legs,
over her shower dampened hair and knee high bed socks.
she hoped for her soul's sake that she would never forget these silly moments of
alone.
she said the word aloud, savoring the curl in her tongue as it formed the letter "L", pursing her lips after "N", and the silent "E" that followed. 
"silence," she thought, "relish in the silence."
she ran her fingertips along the trimming of the mattress, her palm gripping the thin white sheet.
she hoped to never forget the way it felt to sleep in a single bed,
or the freedom that came with keeping the light on until 2 a.m.
in these moments, in the dark, damp, silent night,
she discovered such beauty in being still, and perfectly alone.
 

all in the words.

it's gold,

and i dig.

class? can't. i'm in the sistine chapel.

this morning, i received an email from my western civilization professor, with a link from the vatican website, giving a virtual tour of the sistine chapel. when i was in rome, unfortunately, i missed out on the sistine due to visiting on a sunday... those darn romans... keeping the sabbath day holy and all. anyway. it was even more unlucky because michelangelo is my absolute favorite. cliche, possibly... but his work is incredible. and seeing it up close and personal changes your life... well, it changes mine.

i thought this tour was phenomenal. i was like a kid in a candy store, inspecting every inch. you can zoom up and see every detail, every clean line... incredible! enjoy! click here to see what i mean.

soooo....

there was this one time when i was not a huge fan.

or even like, a fan at all. 

but then i saw the hunger games yesterday.

...

and all of a sudden, i was like

...

a biiiiiiiiiiig supporter.

to put things in layman's terms.

and also, i'm pretty sure that by the time the credits rolled around, 

i had forgotten who ryan reynolds was...

and then, 

i was all,

WTF.

...what is happening to me?

merlin olsen, the wizard.

under stress, the best thing to do is not blog.
but... oops? here i am, anyway.

i went to class last thursday, not realizing that a pretty little piece of paper with scholarly sources and an analytical literature comparison should be turned in... which, i'm pretty sure is the worst feeling in the entire world. again... oops?

and also, i'm almost positive that i bombed a job interview this afternoon.
but, there is always a tiny flash of happy in every day. usually.
which explains the following pictures: 

 

now, about that paper...

sometimes, my cousin is a STUNNA.

this afternoon, i got an email from my uncle.

it held these pictures of my cousin, stetler, performing in a competition at his high school.

and then i was all, "WHEN DID HE BECOME SO ADORABLE?!"

and then melodey and i looked over them and giggled.

and then i debuted him on my blog so that he has seven thousand equally adorable girls chasing after him when he comes to BYU in the fall.

so hit me up if you're absolutely smitten.

because i've got his number.

...ladies?