driving away from the wreck of the day.

you learn that when you all stay the weekend, the milk disappears faster... a whole new monday morning experience for me.

this morning was rough. to say the least.

out the door fifteen, count them, fifteen minutes past 8:30 for a 9:00 class. so naturally the shuttle decides to come even fifteen minutes after that.
late. again.
and i wouldn't be complaining had this class not been museum studies. you know. the only class i have with less than twenty people in it. you're completely noticeable when you jump through the door seeming to wear the word "tardy" stained to your forehead. have i neglected to mention that this class isn't on the first floor of the geology building? not the second floor either. ohhh no. because that would be too easy for me. obviously the she's-that-girl-that's-rarely-on-time-to-a-movie-theater curse wasn't enough for me. third floor, kids. let me add that these steps are anything but material for rookies. and of course the entryway to the elevator was being re-plastered. because the geology building is my arch nemesis, and we wouldn't agree to be friends even if we liked each other.

so,
as the story goes, i was late.

if we're plussing it up, {yes, plussing: making something better. i just made it up. and i can do things like that because this is my blog. i can also italicize anything i want. for the record.} i found this girl today. and i must admit that i have been reading and reading all morning. her writing is seriously the bee's knees. if you're smart, you'll read. and read and read.

and also, i just decided right now that i'm going to do something just for me today.
i'll keep you posted. because i post lots lately.

the place where lovely meets lovely.

delight myself completely in a cake pop from harrod's.

if you had three, you'd give me two. no other friend like you.

title love from my boyfriend, j-rad. here.

so here's what's up.
blogging a lot lately.
i think a lot.
deal, or stop reading.
...sassy? yes. true? also yes.


my very best girlfriends: miss emily, lulu, kels, haley, and i the night before we all moved up to college.

so here are my thoughts on friendship:

a question has been poking my mind as of late. in all honesty, what should a friend do for you? the answer that i came up with is anything. so for all of you out there that have friends that stick stipulations to situations, you can borrow mine. because they are the best ones on the earth. promise.

and guess what.

conditions don't exist with them. and if they do with your friends, get yourself some new ones. because your old ones are laaaame. and quickly turning your spent time into a waste of it.

and here's what i have to say to you if you, yourself, aren't a very good friend...

i sincerely wish you the best of luck.
that's all.

pray for me.

let's pretend there's this fruit that only comes around every once in a while. and then let's pretend that this fruit is a watermelon.

so i guess there's this watermelon...

k now let's add that you've never tried watermelon before. but you think it's great already. you don't really need to taste it to know how great it looks in a zip up sweatshirt. and you cerrrrtainly don't need to have a real conversation with it to understand why there's no better fruit on the market. and maybe this watermelon makes you nervous, and you just want to die a lot when it comes in... season? and it knows that.
smart fruit.
so it takes full advantage of watching you fumble through words any chance it gets. it also takes pleasure in asking you to repeat phrases that have somehow escaped your mouth in the most juvenile of ways. because it's a fruit. and we think fruit is a bully.

k then the last thing that makes you want to be allergic is those watermelon eyes. you heard me.

it's obviously time to stay away from watermelon for a while.

if we're being real...

THE PARK

Is a place we can go and forget about everything else…and occasionally judge people.

a little piece of honesty for your tuesday afternoon. found here.

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. ;)

the good news is,

i just bought one concupiscent pair of shoes.
and if i liked the word sexy, if i thought it held value in the english language, i would use it to describe these shoes.

i am now about to drift off into some sleep where i can dream sweetly of the heels that were meant for me. the same heels that promised me in the department store that if i would rescue them from the shelf, they'd carry me clickingly across the guggenheim every day for the rest of my life.

at that point it was settled.
and we will be happy forever, because we have each other.