love your baby girl.

its almost unreal the amount of things i have to do.
good thing fun trumps my future.
kidding, bill.

halloween was mediocre, and mediocre is a let-down, so i guess that argument can speak for itself.
it was fun to dress up, though.

i have introduced my roommates and the africans to 24. addicts. like that. and its like im watching again for the first time, too. we cant be stopped, and i cant be blamed. may jack b bless our grades.

im searching for internships. thats some scary ish right there. like when do kids decide to become real people? like really? going to bed before 2, waking up before 10, being responsible for someone else's success...what, that just comes to you one day? ill stick to nights with jack and wendys nuggets and golden get-downs.

ok im still secretly excited. bill, dont get your panties in a wad.

so that picture above is supposed to illustrate my purple streak in my hair. cant really tell, i know, but its there. legit, i know.
ok time to do something with my life.

you should all know i made my first meal EVER since being in college. well, ive actually made several.

erika and i had avocados, cheese and crackers, olives, and salami one night.

then i boiled some gnocchi and sauce another night...and swore id never cook again. (bathroom floor).

but...i made pasta salad on sunday. and it tasted just like moms!

thats it.

i never said thank you for that.

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my top 5 weekly countdown.

events:
1. the golden get-down. we threw a party for mallorys 21st birthday.
2. dropping my brand new ipod in a glass of water. it completely broke, but miraculously healed itself. almost still brand new.
3. receiving my itinerary for a ny thanksgiving.
4. getting ditched by 7 men. okay that one goes back a little bit, but still deserves credit.
5. byu game.
...can i add bill getting a facebook? unfortunately, father, im going to have to deny your friendship request.

conversations:
1. the man at red lobster who told me he'd been to atlanta once and had "helped a negro woman in tears." hello utah county.
2. the man who followed me to my car at the mall. "excuse me mam. if i give you gas money, would you mind taking me home? i live just up the hill in the mountains there." mind you, the county's bus transfer point is in the mall parking lot. rapist?
3. max hall at the pizza factory. add austin collie-hottie and dennis pitta too.
4. some dudes who are apparently famous. joshua james and ruru. okay not conversations, per se, but voice mail tag. oh the perks of the newspaper biz.
5. the silent one that didnt happen.

campaign slogans (we're trying to get involved with our community):
1. Barack Osama-4-President?
2. Save the Babes...Mamas-4-NObama!
3. John McCAN! President 2008.
4. Barack IN-SEIN Obama-4-President?
5. McCain...BOMB OBAMA!

i think that's an adequate summary.

i cannot wait for:
1. thursday. greys. halloween party--barack osama. (do we think thats funny?)
2. friday. no work. halloween party--ballerina.
3. saturday. why not.
4. thanksgiving break.
5. uncle johns birthday. :)

its a big girl world.

i have that writing feeling.
and i might die soon.

ok, that was overly dramatic. but seriously, i think i should start biking again. my car has turned against me.

take sunday, for example. and keep in mind my gas line was hardly on "E." ill skip the whole car nearly dying on me part and jump straight to when i had to dodge the stop sign (everyone always tells me stopping wastes more gas). lies. because when i did that, i pulled out right in front of a truck and in deadly timing, lost all acceleration. however, some little miracle called combustion must have occurred to give trooper that perfect jolt out of the truck's way and into the gas station. filled 'er on up...you bet i did.

ok so remember how i live with hood rats and peeping toms? well for like the past 2 weeks there has been a smiths cart in mine and taylors backyard (we claim the area behind our windows). and come on...really? like take your freaking cart back. anyways, erika and i took some initiative and moved the cart out to the walkway, stopped it with rocks, and attached the sign. then some hoe-bags came along later and ripped-up our signs and moved the cart back. i think not.




step 2. taylor comes in.

so we put this out and within like an hour some chicks put up some sign about us moving it back and having sexy pants. yeah, i know. maybe they're our creepers.

in the end, we moved the cart up to the second floor.

and they moved it back down.

we're currently planning our next plan of attack.

sure, itd make more sense for us to just take the cart back to smiths ourselves, but we are an apartment based on principle...and these girls need some.

no wonder we havent made a friend.

ok i know i look rough in these photos. ut in my defense, i was up at 845 on a saturday morning...and it was snowing. i get credit for standing.
so heres me showing off my new headband

side note: with the help of erika, im learning to take sweet photos with my camera. be on the look-out.

well heres to another novel. you people tell me to blog, but you send me no love...and i need some acknowledgment...thats all im saying.

i love you people and miss most of you too.

ok fine. heres my first attempts at photography.

stay away from juliet.

is it just me, or are these pre-established questions way more fun than story-telling sagas?

Here are the questions--1 word answers:
1. Where is your cell phone? Desk.

2. Where is your significant other? Coming.
3. Your hair color? Blondddde!

4. Your mother? Comical.
5. Your father? Bill.
6. Your favorite thing? Dancing.
7. Your dream last night? Clueless.
8. Your dream/goal? Europe/Africa.
9. The room you're in? Bedroom.
10. Your hobby? Shopping.

11. Your fear? Stalker.
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? RangeRover.
13. Where were you last night? Spark.
14. What you're not? Frugal.
15. One of your wish-list items? Lasik.

16. Where you grew up? Georgia.
17. The last thing you did? Ponytail.

18. What are you wearing? Work.

19. Your TV? Remote-less.

20. Your pet? Right.
21. Your computer? Visa ;)
22. Your mood? Anxious.
23. Missing someone? Always.
24. Your car? HOT.
25. Something you're not wearing? Make-up.
26. Favorite store? Clothing.
27. Your summer? Ideal.

28. Love someone? Jesus.
29. Your favorite color? Yellow.
30. When is the last time you laughed? Car.
31. Last time you cried? 27Dresses.

despite what i said, im still going to rant on. SO.

yesterday i nearly killed a man. an innocent wal-mart shopper of a man. hes in the parking lot and im driving a car...but really im just eating my peanut butter twix. erika screams, i slam on my brakes. lots of screeching. poor man.

it was lindsays birthday yesterday as well. 22 years old. how 'bout that. we went to this new place in provo called spark. its fabulous. its a mocktail bar, and there are like 2 tables in the whole place. the rest of seating is couches and little chairs and an upstairs loft. dark lighting, pretty dress. totally my scene. this is where id love to have my picture, but that didnt quite work out. so, scroll back up, and instead of focusing on my double chin, focus on my cotton candy shirley temple. how cute!

ok more forthcoming.

you are the apple of my eye.

first and foremost, i need to give a shout out to akon. so poetic.

and now one for our stalker. you are a slimy, sleazebag, piece of trash. that frame was cute...and now its tainted. and erika's already the nervous one...so pick on someone your own size. you are a creep...and you should take no pleasure in pink velour shorts, you nasty. and you make taylor wake up scared, you whoremonger. take that ten dollars and buy yourself some dirty magazines. creep.


ok i copied taylor, but this is the missing picture. so if you find it somewhere, please tell us. ease our pain.

when im not worrying for my life, keeping my key pointed at all times going to my car, and checking my back always, im making cute head bands and bows. theyre in this fall :)

today one of my stories got selected to be in uwire. that meant as much to me as it does to you, so allow me to toot my own horn for just a moment.

"UWIRE is a wire service powered by student journalists at more than 800 colleges and universities across the US. It acts as a sort of hub between these institutions' newspapers, giving each of its over 850 members access to news, sports, features, entertainment and opinion articles by the other members. UWIRE also distributes its members content to professional media outlets, including the New York Times, CBS News, CNN, and Yahoo." Thank you wikipedia.

so that was fun for me. the newsroom cheered and everything :)

remember when florida lost?

i want to direct my readers to taylors blog (hoo news). scroll down and watch her advertising application movie. its fabulous, and i just have to share the brains and beauty of my friends with you. erika deserves substantial credit in the production...yes, my friends are of the first-class.

for those who didnt quite see the "W" this weekend ;), here's a gentle reminder of what victory looks like.

its plastered with "Y"s and shouts of roars.
its tradition, spirit and honor.
its 4th and 18, alumnus jonny harline, and a stadium tucked in godly scenery.

7th in the nation.

go cougs.

i realize i have the most terrible seats ever.

ok well im through now. i hope all is well. i cant wait to see my little new nephew! and my old one too. ok and the city slickers. and all of you. i miss you and love you all.


and just to keep yall wanting more....

:)

please dont stop the music.

my legs are tired. always. its the walk to school, the 120 steps up the tanner (i counted this morning), the 3 flights up the brimhall 3 times a day...and the standing. the hours and hours of standing, asking for names and party sizes and listening to the same dumb jokes from the same fat, all-you-can-eat-shrimp people.
my legs are tired.

my cerebral membrane might be leaking out of my head. for the third time in a month, i have gotten this initial pony-tail like pain on my head. within a few days, that bruised-feeling spot turns into a bump, and then that bump fills with blood. then i squeeze it til im bleeding to death. totally gross, i know, but just thought i should warn yall.

i am not a hypochondriac.

i got a new silver ipod today, and ill be getting a mac by next week. bless me...and any bill collectors that may come my way.

and now here are some photos of my place.

im quite retarded and far too impatient to organize those suckers...so you can do your own gandering.

the mexi-squares came with the place...so you are free to judge.

our television does not have a remote. do you know what thats like?!

i have a giant mirror for that empty wall space in my bedroom.

thats a pic of mine and taylor's bathroom, we're working on another bucket for our sticks, and those are all the disclaimers i have.

so im pretty positive i will be out of country this summer. i am hoping to go to uganda and teach children english and build orphanges. its $2750 for the program (not counting airfare), but i can stay from 4 weeks to 6 months at that fixed price. erika will also be joining me. we will fundraise the majority of our money, and we start applying friday.

if that doesnt work, my next route will take me to scotland or england to intern with the parliaments there. i will likely be placed in the speech and press department. its a semester long internship, and i can go whenever i want. you also take 9 credit classes while there, and you get to travel to other european countries as well.

moral: im stoked.

ok this is boring.

goodbye.

this is how i do.

i am...a sucker for hot men in garments.

i think...im more outgoing than i am (without a wingman, of course).

i know...secrets dont actually mean you cant tell your best friends. its just gonna happen.

i want...platinum hair with a purple streak in it. next paycheck.

i have...way too much stuff for a girl my age.

i wish...i could wear cute clothes to work.

i hate...when people think im dumb because im a blonde then think im ignorant because im a byu-er.

i miss...the way home was before i left for college.

i fear...that i wont get to do all the things i want before im married (most would say die, but perhaps theyre the same...kidding ;)

i feel...really full and trapped in this shirt.

i smell...burts bees and i have to have it.

i search...for tender mercies every day of my life.

i wonder...if ill be able to pay off all the new things i plan to buy with my new credit card.

i regret...all the times i chickened out.

i love...seeing my name and story in the newspaper. i feel like a star. so what?

i care...about my teeth and whats in them. always.

i always...check my facebook.

i am not...easily angered. frustrated--ok, we all know im crazy. but few things make me mad.

i believe...i will go shopping tomorrow. YAY!

i dance...with overworked eyes.

i sing...bleeding love, whatever you like, and memory way too much.

i live...on way too little sleep.

i don't...start things until they need to be started.

i write...really well.

i win...i dont play games.

i never...talk about a person's acne.

i listen...to the sprinklers outside my window at night and wish it was rain.

i can usually be found...in the brimhall. it owns me.

i am scared...to answer my phone when its a number i dont know.

i read...school assignments only when necessary. reading is not actual homework.

i am happy about...having a new nephew today!

i tag...not my style.