home sweet private room.

hampton ridge, apt. #101, room with the windowsill.
life is good.

andie invited me to a 90's party that she's throwing this weekend at our house,
ashley only answers my questions one word at a time,
i went to high school with amanda and never met her... but now she lives across the hall,
my cousin shares my jack & jill,
missy is down the hall come friday,
jordan up the stairs,
and the other two, i cannot for the life of me remember the names of. so i refer to them as thing 1 & thing 2.

my bedroom is a mess of pictures, mod podge, screw drivers, and command strips.
but the pisarro that i purchased from the national gallery in london hangs on the wall beside me, i was greeted with a special little letter upon arrival, and my mckenzie sent me away with an anthro blue volcano candle, big enough to light an entire country.
because she's my best friend, and knows me all too well.

yes, life is good. 

i ate a lotttt of nutella today. and i don't care who knows it.

fall semester registration.
not all that it's cracked up to be.
which is why we chose to drown our sorrows like this.
so here's my tribute to another year of t.s.c. dance parties, angie's, and old main.
i love my little utah state. :)

also.
we made these shirts. in an attempt to beat these boys.
minute to win it is a cruel, cruuuel game.
and if it weren't for me failing to chug two cans of root beer in under sixty seconds, we might have had a chance.

buuuut i couldn't do it. and we lost. miserably.
and so the game ended for team 10, thus leading to bragging rights for the boys.
if they weren't so sportsmanshipsy, i would probably egg their door.
no, that's a lie. i wouldn't.
but i would entertain the thought.
however... they were nice about our loss, and told us we will always be number one to them.
no egging necessary.
or even thoughts of it.

guess what! it's my favorite day of the week.
{happy thursday, lovelies!}

things that sometimes happen.

sometimes i decide that going running for about the second time in my life will be a good idea.
and then it's not.
and my body hurts like a mother. all. day. long.
my shins, calves, and my thighs are on fire. and not in a good way.
in an i-have-been-hobbling-to-class-like-i-actually-worked-out-hard-but-really-didn't kind of way.
i only jog/walked down campus hill to seventh east, and seventh north. then back up.
so that's fine.

however...
i have a brand new obsession that could be potentially fatal for my bank account.
i just dicovered that i can purchase any movie that i want online for five dollars.
my relationship with amazon.com has grown significantly over the course of seven days, and said relationship increased even more when this arrived in my mailbox yesterday:

i do believe i have found love.

and the following is just for your viewing pleasure.

sometimes our neighbor, jake, comes into our apartment and prohibits us from getting off the bed until he has intertwined kylee and me together with streamers. we think he's fun.

also, it might be morally corrupt, and against everything that i believe... in that i'm usually against all things her, but there is just something about this that has taken me over. sorry, self. it's just true.  

sometimes it's monday and we have to be okay with that.

maybe after i went to class, i spent the morning browsing multiple friendships on none other than the fb.
and maybe i enjoyed it a little bit too much.
and now i'm going on a run in the pouring rain. that will most likely turn into a walk. i'm just being honest.

that's all.

hickeys and other true stories that the world now knows about me.

i have to tell you something.
i got out of my bed to come write this post. i was tucked in at 1:30, writing in my journal, praying, getting ready for sleep.
the vasaline was smoothed over my lips, the lights were out, lotion on, window open, and i just couldn't do it. i sat for a little while, trying. hard. but when my brain thinks, there is just no stopping it. so here i go.

i had an inappropriate dream about robert downey jr. last night.

which is probably the most unlikely confession that would ever come out of me. and by the way, i happen to think it's hilarious.

that's right, kids.
i have joined the downey train.
i'm obsessed. which would explain why i have watched only you about three times throughout the day.
and before you get your mind all in the gutter, it was a great dream. with a pg rating.
maybe pg-13... it was no high school musical.

other than that, ky-bee and i threw missy a surprise birthday party five days in advance.

 

the guest list included the girls downstairs, the girls upstairs, and the boys next door. and occasionally some wanderers from the elevator.
there were lovely cupcakes drenched in kylee's signature cream cheese frosting, candles, balloons, and more cartoon impersonations.
we did some great party things:
some name calling happened... out of love, double dog dares, some balloon soccer in the lounge, balloon art which was probably just as exhilarating, and a few rounds of what if. everyone knows it's not a party until you break out the what if.
i gave away my most "intimate" secrets in a grueling game of truth, double truth, or triple truth.
so there was no way out of that one...
which is a little weird, but mostly funny.
we learned lots and lots about each other just in time to part ways for the summer.
thank goodness for missy.
without her, none of that would have been possible.

{happy birthday, little miss!}

sweet dreams... if you know what i mean... ;)

frogy-frogue and british humor.

when you're feeling particularly bland, 

i suggest you take a trip to twizzleberry, and visit your beef of 13 years, {coincidentally an employee} fill your cup to the brim with new york cheesecake fro-yo, and finish off the night reliving your earlier years with spice world.

at least, that's what we did...

navy blue mattress for sale. ghetto metal bed frame included.

maybe it's because i live in a three bedroom, two bathroom apartment, and share it with four other girls.
maybe it's because my walls are stark white. along with every other fixture in my apartment.
maybe i hate that i can't burn candles or nail anything to the wall.

...or maybe it's because i'm desperate for bed... at this hour.
but these two pictures forced me to come unglued.



i would have no other choice but to read all day every day in this bed and never get up.


if you ever want to give me a really great birthday present... i need a branch bed.

"i should have ordered a blue spruce. at least they're lighter."

first of all...rediscovering this today just made me the happiest person ever. miss you, elder daw! congratulations on making it to the two month mark! proud of you, and sending your valentine package soon! :)

second of all.
"while you were sleeping" is currently occupying my television screen, and i am occasionally quoting it. even though i'm by myself in my bedroom. and do you want to know something? it makes me wish that my fake fiance {who is in a coma} could exist just so i could fall in love with his brother. that would be great. plus, i just think bill pullman is the cutest...even though he's my dad's age.

and also, it's thursday. my favorite day.

ruby tuesday.

it's like this.

if i had a wish today, i would wish to be a fly on the wall at the mtc.
and i don't care if you think that's lame.
because i think you're lame.

today i got a weekly email from the elder.
it was his best one yet! he sounds so happy, which makes me double happy to read it!

he talked about an experience he had at a devotional last week where elder holland came and spoke to the missionaries. the things he had to say about that devotional just put a smile on my face. he said that elder holland challenged all of the missionaries to stand taller, be bolder, be better, and study harder. isn't that what we all should do? it's so nice to get little reminders weekly that i should be better about doing the things that sometimes i feel are put on the back burner of the seemingly pathetic life that i live. for instance, reading my scriptures. is it really that hard? no. saying my prayers... on my knees. {not in my bed as an afterthought...} paying my tithing. harder than it seems, folks. i just wish that i could be there, studying right alongside those sweet elders, becoming better, bolder, and stronger. it always sounds better than doing homework until the early hours of morning and making the cold trek to a droning class every day.

and aside from that elder, i got a letter in the mail from a different one... whose letter i sent in september. which he got in november. which he sent five days later. which got to me today. so that was a little weird... but fun to get a letter from the past! now i want one from the future. wouldn't that be cool?

still, today i want to be a fly on the wall.
and that's my wish of the day.

so here's to you. all of you pre-elders. you're the luckiest people in the world. don't you forget that. because there are nineteen year old girls back here in your soon-to-be old life that are green with envy.


here's the rest...
you know. that part where i update you on my not-so-fascinating life.

-i bought my weight in art supplies yesterday. because yes. i am an involved participant of the art world. you're so jealous.
-i have completely shunned soda pop. that in and of itself deserves to be recognized. thank goodness for finally feeling healthy again.
-i just wish i could keep my mom in my pocket all of the time. because i call her for unnecessary things. and also i miss her.
-it's still time for a trip. ...113 days and counting. {i can count them if i want to. it's my blog.}
-this semester will be fun. challenging, testing my creative brain constantly, but fun.
-i can feel myself about to juggle five hundred different art projects, assignments, papers, and quizzes. which leads me to...

piece of the day! this piece of the day thing is a great idea i had.
sorry. but it was.

i'm dancing as fast as i can, miriam schapiro.

i really love this one.
the title alone says it all. miriam schapiro uses the best titles. they're so... obvious.
other titles include mary cassatt and me {a title given to a mary cassatt painting inside of a painting done by schapiro} and another one of my favorites, my fan is a half circle which depicts a woman holding, well... a fan in the shape of a half circle. would you expect anything else?


{have the happiest of all tuesdays. or wednesdays. depending on when you're reading...}

it's a kandinsky kind of day.

who am i to say that i hate school?
good news! i don't.
especially this semester...

yesterday i attended my first museum studies class. which i'm currently obsessed with. could there be a better class for me? i submit, there cannot be! with this class under my belt, i will be the tiniest bit closer to a museum studies certificate.
which will get my foot into that teeny door that opens up into the curating world!
you may not know this...
BUT.
the curating field is a very competitive one.
months and months--years even on waiting lists just to volunteer at some of the world's best art museums.
but with a museum studies certificate by the time i graduate, and a degree in art history, i'm well on my way. :)

let us all sing praises to shortcuts like that.

besides that....
history of interior design is great. reeeeally great.
and i have my sister-in-law to thank for that.
thanks for letting me take your place... and stealing your name for enrollment.
that's right folks. my teacher thinks i'm her and it's way funny.
i mean, we do share a name. so it's understandable.
but it's not a big deal considering that this class is the next best thing to art history.
ohhh wait. it's basically the exact same thing.
and i love it.
the instructor for the class talked about how he travels to
london
barcelona
paris
chicago
denver
venice
rome
new york
etc.
etc.
etc.
and all of those mediocre places.
ohhhh my gosh KIDDING!
and i got chills just thinking about picking up, ditching school, and exploring the world some more.
no. NO!
can't think about that. must. finish. school.
which as previously mentioned is a new favorite thing of mine...

so now here's the part where i continue on with a new thing to do on this blog to keep me sane.

piece of the day:


this is logan today. zero degrees and all.
wassily kandinsky, winter.


hey miss. hate'cha!

you are goodbye little week. so goodbye! ...and good riddance. :)

wow. WOW.
could i be any happier that this week is over now?
monday. just boring.
tuesday. intelligent life in the universe exam. failed it.
greaaat.
wednesday. primary documents quiz. you know. where you read fifty different documents and then take a test on what you "learned". oh. then i felt like death was upon me.
thursday. woke up, did homework alllll day long. library to class, class to library. failed a c.i.l. test. awesome.
friday. exam first thing in the morning. with essays. i felt like i was taking an a.p. test... i wonder why... run around like a crazy person getting assignments to professors and such. (and by the "and such" part of that, what i really mean is that i rode to school on a bike today. with a short skirt on. i am such an idiot.)

aaaaand i just finished writing a paper on "who should be the beneficiaries of anthropological research" which was interesting to write, but you know. not exactly what i had planned for my friday night.

so you know. if you're wondering if i'm glad that it's friday, i'm happy to say that now i am. although it was the most stressful day of the week this week, i am happy it's here. and almost over.

is it weird that i find comfort in the fact that i know tomorrow all i'm doing is grocery shopping to fill the void of my empty cupboards and even emptier stomach, deep cleaning my entire house with bleach and lemon scented spray, (p.s. i think my roommates are probably glad i didn't put out a chore chart this week... maddie if you're blog stalking me right now you can't tell me that you're not happy. i know you are glad to be free of the clean freak in 301.) and lastly doing laundry.

and going to this! :) can't wait! i need some encouragement in my life. especially this week.

i have to say...
dear ipod,
you have been my bff this week. thank you so much for supporting me and lifting my chin up when it was so low to the ground. all week. and i mean... ALL WEEK.
you're the best.

anyway...
monday. i'm so excited to greet you again.
bring on next week.
can't possibly be as pathetic as this one was.

...and i hope your weekend will be as lovely as i'm determined to make mine!

ohhh and p.p.s.
carter austin and colton next weekend for a visit!
can't WAIT.
i miss those boys in my life.