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.