wanderlust, and a pilot's daughter.

sure do love me some etsy.

ahhh to be young and flat broke.

we basement dwellers...

we throw a fit after hours and hours of homework.

[no, not kidding. from 2-10:30.

curses be to the person who invented verb conjugation. i for real hate you. (jk, but seriously.)]

and the only way we can ever think to stop the madness is by visiting the retro mcdonald's on main.

sure, there are diet cokes involved.

...but d.c. alone cannot cure us of the wiggles.

we must cavort around campus cat calling and murder screaming at passerbys, forcing them to shake in their boots. 

then, we wreak some havoc on our old alva c.

[twisting off the lights in the elevator. basically starting a revolution. classic.]

 

p.s.

if i could be on any t.v. show, i would choose saturday night live. hands down. 

hanging out with andy samberg, kristin wiig, seth meyers, and bill hader all week? where do i sign up?

also p.s. 

that diamond, right?!?!

i might be obsessed with it, and stare at it all day long.

which explains why i made her model it on a mcdonald's cup.

another french test tomorrow. blow me lucky kisses, please.

 

i'd like...

--a little girl with uncontrollable giggles and curls. named clare. with no "i", to be perfectly irish.
--little boys who'll play sailboats with me. lots and lots of little boys. heaven, help me.
--an art deco wedding... with organic lines, jazz music, and red poppies.
--a sweetheart who'll give me brown eyed babies. for in that area, generations of reinforcement have told me that my genes will forever be slacking.

yes please.

how to: disappear all evening.

disclaimer:
this only works if you're completely devoted to fall television.
and hulu.
otherwise,
you probably shouldn't read on.
if you aren't as pathetic as me,
i tip my hat to you.
for, i fall victim to thursday night every week.


step 1: pour a cup of piping hot chocolate.
...two cups, actually. yes, two.
you need them both. trust me.

step 2: start with zooey d., the wizard, and schmidt.

step 3: move on to will and christina.
up all night.
[it's possible that nbc wrote television personalities of jake and court. largely possible. and hilarious.]

step 4: [liiiike i needed another t.v. obsession...]
pan am.
 world traveling.
frank sinatra ALL THE TIME.
trilingual flight attendants.
it's like hulu was begging me to watch.
and i heeded the call.

5. the vampire diaries.
ty and caroline... i want them to have invincible hybrid babies.
[oh my gosh. i'm one of thoooose people.]

step 7:  watch grey's anatomy. pray it gets better.
seriously. i'm feeling a little bit let down already. it wasn't even picture worthy tonight.

step 8: ensconce yourself in some eucalyptus spearmint before bed.
this magic serum might as well be my boyfriend, i'm serious.

...
 your act will go famously.
money back guarantee.

and if you don't disappear?
don't blame the blood suckers, surgeons, new girls, or me.
you just clearly were not meant for thursday night t.v. catch up.

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.

and while sitting at my kitchen counter for well over three hours,

i decided, that, yeah. i'm going to check my stats.

and the only useful--okay, not useful... the only comical information that i found, was that top keywords bringing readers to my blog are the following:

"my zipper is down", and "adult holding babys' hands".

...really?

our brains are the same.

kelsey g.c. text messaged me a rather disdainful and jaw-droppingly ignorant quote this morning, followed by a piece of her mind.

the [personal, i'm sure] insult that started it all:

"jane austen's novels are vulgar in tone, sterile in artistic invention, without genius, wit, or knowledge of the world. never was life so pinched and narrow."
--ralph waldo emerson.

kelsey g.c.: hate him. i'm reading about feminism, and apparently most male authors think women are awful.

me: yeah. men in general are sexist. oh dear, i fear that i may have just been caught red-handed with feminist tendencies. i blame it on my gender circumstance... which seems understandable, considering the fact that that particular ordeal has always been out of my control.

k.g.c.: i'd say i'm somewhat of a feminist, but then again, i'm falling into a social construct by becoming a teacher. you suck, constructs!

m: in that case, i, too, am doomed. yeah, what did we ever do to you, society?!



miss jane,
we will fight off your toughest oppressors tooth and nail, because we love you just that much.

...and might i mention,
we have text message conversations about social constructs and feminism. other conversations via the cell phone include nationalism, other issues with english lit, and progress in western civilization... but on reeeeally good days [fridays mostly], we reference rebecca black and mindless youtube videos. talk about being well rounded...