lolin @ the b-store

Sometimes I work at the bookstore. Usually it is a good time because in the bookstore, lives Hannah who fills my life with joy. Here is a little example of our days working together. Written by Hannah, stolen by me.

Amanda came back to the Bookstore to help me out with some Athletic Books stuff, so needless to say, the days are a bit more...entertaining (except today when I was ornery).

"K, you tell me who the author is, and I'll shelve it (under the corresponding letter)," I told her.
"Ok, P," she says, spitting on me.
"Oh, thanks for enunciating that," I reply as we go on shelving books.

author...shelf...
author...shelf...

"GOD, as in GOD," Amanda told me as I shelved the previous book.
"What? God wrote a book?"
"Yeah, uh, hello?" She replies, waving a copy of the Holy Bible at me (used for a humanities class).
I am now laughing uncontrollably at this point, "That is not under God, it's under the publisher, Zondervan," I managed to wheeze out.
"Oh no, no, Hannah, you know GOD wrote it. Put it under 'G'," she command as I proceed to put it under "Z".

I'm now laughing so hard because she was actually serious, so I run into the office to record this little conversation on the Ramen Board. I then come back to the shelf, where Amanda is still working away, and find those Holy Bibles shelved under "G".

The end.

srsly loling

here are some funny interweb thingz.

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l-o-l

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silly cats

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I would like to say this is not what I do all day, but it is. If finding amusing pictures online was a class, I would be getting an A. However, it is not and I am not. h8 school.

"If Pitchfork could review my life I wonder what they would give me.Probably a five. I am just seraching for authenticity."

you wear the moon like a halo, you wear the night like it's your coat

I hate blogging without pictures, because that's all anyone really wants to look at, but if I did have a picture it would be of a tornado. Because that is my life.

I am sitting in the student center, furiously trying to writing a media law paper, my eyes welling up with tears partially because Radical Face is so beautiful right now and partially because I honestly have no idea if I can finish this paper in an hour. I am praying that the words I am typing are making sense and I am trying to pin down the thousand other thoughts swirling around my head to clear some room for all things legal.

8 tabs are open in my Internet browser, 7 of them are law cases, 6 hours is approximately how much time I spent yesterday reading them, 5 more songs until Radical Face is done and I promised myself I could continue the paper, 4 hours of restless sleep, 3 more classes until I can go home, 2 assignments to print out before I run to my next class... all for 1 silly college degree.

I wonder if I will be alright.

okay p.s. pictures later?

my tooth hurts

Oh man.
I took a weekday trip down to SLC town on Weds. to see Neva Dinova and it was quite nice. Dave and I mostly sat outside, since it was at Kilby, and talked over the music...but it was a lovely backdrop for conversation. We definitely did not miss "Dances Fantastic" though, it was so magical to hear live. I wish I had pictures.

Then on Thurs. I had to get a root canal. I was terrified. I nearly go into panic attacks when I have to get a cavity filled, so basically I was on the verge of a breakdown as I arrived at the dentists office. I HATE anything to do with my teeth, loud noises, pain, needles and keeping my mouth open for long periods of time. This involved all that and more. I made both my mom and Billy come for moral support... It was a very unpleasant experience and, as shrapnel from my (former) tooth flew at me, I decided I would rather die than ever do it again.

Friday...well Friday was Friday. I was on a lot of painkillers due to said tooth and missed class, slept all day, got behind and pretty much don't remember anything.

and Sat. was a glorious mini photo with Hannah...I love miniatures. So we took pictures of them. Mmmmmhmmmmm, I will steal some pictures from Hannah as soon as she puts them on Facebook, don't worry.

So there you go, a little recap cause I have nothing else to write about.

This weekend.

Live deliberate, but live dangerous.
One reckless moment makes everything more vivid. Watching clouds roll in from downtown balconies, eating burritos at 4 a.m., dirty hair and anticipation, hugs from my little brothers, playing in the rain, crying so hard and laughing so wildly...but either way feeling present, mix c.d.'s with perfect beautiful songs that I could curl up and live inside. It was all so nice. All so real.

I just think that you dance good.

I almost forgot it was twilight

Why does blogging always seem best at 1:22 a.m. and, in a romantic fashion, my computer coyly smiles and the idea of typing away in the dark seems magical.

I have nothing to say, I lay in the dark listening to Elliott Smith and tell myself that, but the only other option is to wait until someone texts me...

Unfortunately, that is a much worse idea than blogging because late night conversations in my life are usually about things better left unsaid. Everyone is a little more daring in the dark, miles away and half-asleep.Anyway, I want this bed and a nature soundtrack- as I am convinced this is the only way to beat insomnia.

Goodnight.

EDIT- sure enough right when I finished the texts came. because everyone wants to know.

We go out in stormy weather, we rarely practice discern

It's such a good, cloudy day today. I skipped class and sat on the patio of the student center listening to okkervil river and jose gonzalez and it was nice.



Also, taking phone pictures has become my new favorite hobby. Yesterday I saw a woman driving while brushing her teeth and having extreme amounts of road rage. I was so concerned with taking a picture of her that I could not even focus on driving... unfortunately she took a sharp right just as I located my phone so no visuals accompany that story.

but for now we are young, let us lie in the sun and count every beautiful thing we can see

I personally am a big fan of picture posts soooooooo here is one about a few of my favorite things at the moment:


Andy Warhol-esque photobooth pictures


Incense and the pretty holder I bought at a hippie store.


This represents naps in my lovely bed.

This magical journal from the free trade store. It is made of real leaves.


Pretty new guitar and playing "you remind me of home" on it.


and finally, the hammock in my backyard which is perfect for the dwindling sunny days.

That is what I did basically all day today, well plus I watched Gossip Girl, but that hardly seems like the sort of thing to tell people about. I also locked my keys in my car (thank you AAA), drank lots of mt. dew and possibly failed a quiz in media law but I unfortunately don't have pictures of those events...

peace out.

who knew...

Yesterday was a ridiculously good day and it inspired me to start blogging regularly so I can remember how good life is most of the time.

Billy came up and we began our new friendship...awkward, maybe, but it was the most fun we have had in a really long time.

We went antiquing and then to a fair trade gift shop with little trinkets from all over the world. I love it so much. Thennnnn we went to pet kitties at Petsmart, but the door was locked to the cat room so that was a downer.

After that, we both felt it was a good idea to ride the bus to the grocery store (which is like 30 seconds away), so we get on the bus, start driving and after about 15 minutes of going the OPPOSITE direction of where we need to be the bus driver informed us that it was the last stop of the night.

So we walked for about an hour back to my house... and then cooked a delicious dinner.

The day also included playing the guitar, laying in the hammock in the sunshine, the annual mall visit and Formosa... it was so perfect.


Waiting for the Logan bus for half an hour provided us with a lot of photoshoot time...Also, that is my new neighborhood in the background.

Although I am still not fond of Logan, my eyes are open to the fun that can be had and I appreciate it a little bit more.

what was once inside you dreaming

If this weekend had a theme it would be fall.

As in, it is Fall. The rain pummeled down as we sat on a balcony downtown and watched the trash blow across the sky and when it was over, snow capped the mountains. So I guess maybe Fall was skipped altogether.

Also as in my mom fell and broke her rib while my family was camping. I feel so bad for her, I wish I could stay down there and help. I had a feeling something bad had happened. but they didn't have cell service so I waited all night until I found out. Poor mommy.

Falling in love with classy dinner parties, which Ali had for her birfday. It was a good time. Pinatas, croquet, fancy dresses.

I guess falling out of love as well, Billy and I decided to have a break up of sorts. Who knows how smart it is to keep being friends, but maybe selfishly I don't want to lose a best friend. It was basically just too hard to keep dating long distance and with all the baggage that has built up. Maybe falling out of love is the wrong term, mostly we are just falling out of a relationship.

And there you have it.

goodbye, summer

Hey man.

Sometimes I lose contact with friends that I really truly care about for months at a time. When it's 11:07 on a Sunday night I realize I forgot to call them and wish I could drive to their houses, pick them up and go fast down rural roads where 80 miles per hour is fast enough to outrun your problems.

School starts tomorrow and it's strange because I am the type of girl who plans her outfits out the day before and buys too many new school supplies, but this year I don't even have a notebook and I will probably stick to wearing my summer v-neck and shorts uniform to school. Thinking about it now I wonder why I am not more excited... Mostly I am hoping my lack of excitement is not due to growing up.

I wish Billy would get a blog so he could read my thoughts rather than me having to speak them. I think this is another thing that is affected by growing up. It's hard to tell stories any more because it's hard to believe that people are really listening instead of making to-do lists in their head of appropriate responses.

Being away from home again has thrown me into some sort of adult obsessed attitude, I appreciate sitting on the couch eating cereal with vanilla soy milk while the sun streams in the window and silence is still golden. That's who I am as a grown up. I guess? I guess.

Responsibility starts tomorrow.