selena g., out.

so i was convinced that i had meningitis this morning...

but what else is new?

i'm a hysterical hypochondriac, and there's no stopping me from "web m.d.ing" when i feel a twinge of the most common symptoms. i called my mom four times today. she calmed me down. and told me that i probably do not have meningitis... thanks, mom. i love you.

so, good news.

autumn has hit logan finally.

as i walked home from church yesterday, i couldn't help but notice all of the yellow trees and piled up leaves around me. i went a little picture crazy... cars were judging me. but i didn't care, because it's not like i have that many friends anyway.

this is what a cache valley fall looks like: 

stunning, really.

do you want to know why today was the best day ever?

because my etsy necklace came in the mail! 

and it was wrapped in the sweetest package.

better believe i'll be giving them the review of a lifetime.

tonight was good.

in an attempt to snatch "practical magic" from our neighbor,

we were instead summoned into her apartment for some murder game playing.

it was an offer we couldn't pass up.

and somehow, within an hour, i went from being selena gomez, to a member of the mafia, in love with the uni-bomber.

[i still don't really understand...]

the good news is that we made friends with the apple pie neighbor boys on the corner of our street.

and all i know is this: they are a reeeeal great time.

i like new friends.

"and then, you leaned." "i leaned?" "yeah. you leaned."

"I'd say that she gets under your skin as soon as you meet her. She drives you so nuts, you don't know whether to hug her or, or just really arm wrestle her. She would go all the way to Europe just to get a stamp in her passport. I don't know if that amounts to insanity, or just being really, really... likable."

one day, i'm going to find a jack callahan, and then i'm going to marry him.

 he really just sweetens my tea.


[p.s.]

 same dress as my julie-sister?
one in the same.
girl got styyyyyle.
i love. 

i guess you could say that i'm unhealthily obsessed with a few things:

-my life mission to exterminate all germs from the earth. 

-the cute little neighbor boy who magically became my home teacher last week.

-the fact that my cousin doesn't mind that i blast the entire newsies soundtrack while i shower. in fact, she sings along. duh. we're kin.

-bing crosby's christmas album. that i maaaybe abducted from my mother's stash [sorry, nance...]. and yeah. i listen to christmas music in october. because if there's one holiday that i wouldn't invite to a party, it would be halloween. 

-this picture, which i purposefully rediscover about every day. and i miss him. about twice, every day.

[december 1st marks one. whole. year! do i hear a celebration coming on? yeah. that, and a prayer to thank the big man upstairs to have made it this long without his skinny body and premium music selection.]

 

"i feel you in my knees."

i like to buy new art.

i like to turn leftover scrapbook paper into bunting.

i like to listen to death cab, m. ward, and jj heller.

i like to spend my friday nights alone.

....

i like sweet letters promising world travel,

and i like the way they send me to the moon and back.

oh, yes. i particularly like the moon.

i love friday.

essay tests are my best friends.

no, seriously. i think we were meant for each other.

i just finished taking one on western civilization. from 1600-1850.

and if you can keep my nerd status a secret,

i'll tell you that it was one of the more enjoyable parts of my week.

i wrote eight short essays, and one extended essay in 50 minutes.

and while stressful and crazy, it was an exhilarating adrenaline rush.  

i loved it so much.

i don't really understand either. all i know is, european history is my niche!

we go together like louis XIV and absolutism... whaaaa? history joke? you bet.

moving on...

a list for your friday:

where i'd rather be this weekend, and a fabulous blogger.

this blog. my gosh, she's hilarious. i wish we were best friends all the time. p.s. what is it with me, and reading "megan blogs"? seriously, i think i follow five or six. obviously you're a great blogger if your name is megan.

can't. stop. online shopping. my obsession these days.

go buy one. now. we can be twins.

now you're addicted. you're welcome.

can we just talk about how ty lockwood survived his transition into being a hybrid, matt donovan tried to kill himself, jeremy gilbert is still my fave, and rebecca is a jealous crazy psycho? it's like, lay off elena. also. you know things are getting crazy when you're a bigger fan of damon than stefan. ugh. i miss real stefan...

p.s. since when did derek shepherd become the world's biggest tool? mcdreamy is dead to me. no one hurts merideth grey.

now, if you'll excuse me, i have a lunch date with the red head with an angel's voice. ciao!

happy halloween.

when "the girls" first appeared in our foyer, they were a little sketch-tastic.

but then we realized that we could scare the pants off of each other just by placing them in various spooky dark spots throughout the basement.

so naturally, we kidnapped them from the upstairs...

 

...and it has been an ongoing battle between the 4 basement dwellers, every man for himself, since monday.

 

here are some of places i've found them:

 

 

this war really is a riot.

felt like i was drowning.

wtf?

all hail... me. because i'm a true aggie. 

yeah. what up.

he put his arm around me and began digging a hole with his words. his terrible, cheesy words.

i think i felt the bruise of his ego more than he did.

 there was no way out.

so as the story goes,

sympathy o'er took me, and together, we kissed atop the "A".

i let a stranger true aggie me, something i swore i would never do.

it was awkward, slightly inappropriate [tongue, really? i've known you for five minutes!], and absurdly uncomfortable.

but hey. i got a card out of it...?

until tonight, i hadn't known a painful kiss; i was one of the lucky ones.

...until i broke my streak.

with that being said, 

this kid could use a few pointers from my previous gentlemen suitors, let's be real.

i mean, he was no hayden young... ;)

bahahaha...

 

so, my friends.

let this day go down in history as the day that my peers began showing me a little bit more respect.

oh, who are we kidding.

that's not true.

viola hastings said it best:

yikes.