Because it seemed easier than 10...

...here is a list of 5 things I am extremely happy about/inspired by/thankful for/loving right now.

One.

My little fall play list that I have been listening to every day. Click on the picture if you would like to download it as well..it comes in handy for cold walks and icy drives. One of the bands, Le Loup, is my current obsession. I bought a t-shirt at their show...that is a big deal for me because I probably had to Coinstar my change to buy it. Okay that's a lie, David bought it for me but I swear I would have gathered change... I really love them. I am new at zip files and such so it may not be in order, but here what it is supposed to sound like:

• 1. Matt and Kim - Daylight
• 2. Page France - Here's a Telephone
• 3. Le Loup - We are Gods! We are Wolves!
• 4. The Pains of Being Pure at Heart - Stay Alive
• 5. Phoenix - 1901
• 6. Phantogram - When I'm Small
• 7. Volcano Choir - Island, IS
• 8. Sin Fang Bous - Melt Down the Knives
• 9. The Rosewood Thieves - Double Crossed
• 10. Port O'Brien - My Will is Good
• 11. I and Love and You - The Avett Brothers
• 12. Bowerbirds - Olive Hearts

Two.




Cupcakes. Always. I have maybe 100 pictures of cupcakes I have eaten on my phone. Kind of gross, kind of adorable. My stomach started rejecting baked goods as meals, but then I took some vitamins and now I think we are all good. Protein is for wusses anyway.

Three.

Lace tights...I wear them every day and am in love...it is quite possible that my favorite thing about fall is boots and tights. Sometimes I think I might look like a hooker, most of the time I don't care. Lace tights, you do nothing to keep me warm, but I do love you.

Also, the boots pictured above might be my prized possession... Why? You ask, well because they keep me from wearing Uggs. Although- confession time- I did wear my Uggs to the 3 a.m. showing of New Moon. And yeah, I did wear Pink sweatpants with them... It was the most comfortable movie of my life and I never felt more accepted for bad fashion choices.


Four.

Want. This. Dress. I plan my New Year's outfits like three months in advance. What? I work at Forever 21, it's okay. This is perfect. I will keep dreaming because I make $8.00 an hour at said place of employment.

Five.

And finally, I am very thankful that I got an internship at the Deseret News. I never saw a future as a journalist, but I am working in the Features section starting in January and it's quite a blessing in disguise... I am not sure how long I could continue working at the mall with 16-year-olds. I am entering the adult world (sort of) and that means I get to buy business-like new clothes. Just kidding. I am not only grateful for shopping. I swear.

HULK SMASH

Once I saw an ad in a magazine for a website you sign up for and it alerts your boyfriend via text message when you are pms-ing. oh ho ho, I laughed. and then today happened. I think I need to send alerts to MYSELF. before things like this happen...

I told my man friend I want to scratch my own eyes out and that I might be going crazy. It's like I can't control the things that happen to come out of my mouth. I nearly cut off all my hair when it wouldn't look good in a ponytail. I ALMOST cried while watching a 5 minute youtube video of Dancing with the Stars. I HAVE NEVER WATCHED AN EPISODE OF DANCING WITH THE STARS IN MY LIFE. I envisioned myself as the Hulk, smashing mirrors and ripping my clothes of in a fit of rage. HULK SMASH. That is literally the sentence that went through my head.

Wish me luck today. I am liable to snap at any point.

posty post

The past month in pictures:




Going on picnics with David in the middle of the city, getting mosquito bites ALL OVER, being in love and wading through the sketchy "river"



Camping at Bear Lake with Deven, Kyle and Dave!!! Kyle came to visit from Boston and it was like freshman year...but better because this time we loved the boys. Call it rekindling magic, but laying out under the stars next to the lake was all sorts of perfect.

We hiked into our camping spot and woke up to this:


It seems we are very talented at picking camping spots...

Also this month I have been dreaming about Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland. It has provided me eye candy for weeeeeeeks.




And having a fancy party with lots of glowing lanterns, candles and paper cranes.



I had basically the longest post ever written, but then blogspot.com deleted it. So there is the condensed version of my lovely June.

party crashing in the evening

well, last night was supposed to be spent at Urban Lounge dancing to this band:


but I seem to have misplaced my driver's license (my bets would be on the floor at W Lounge...). So instead last night was spent frantically searching, pouting and finally giving up and watching Lost. I pouted extra long because Dave got us on the list, so not only would it have been a great show, it would have been a FREE show.

When you are a poor kid like I am, entertainment comes from one source: free things. Luckily, even though the show was a bust, there on top of the television sat Season 3 of Lost. We decided very recently that we should become fanatic followers of at least one TV show (all in the name of alleviating boredom, I regret it now) and settled on Lost, for the cult-like devotion it seems to bring out in others. So, two weeks ago we pooled our money, stole Dave's room mates Blockbuster card (as we are both lifetime members of the banned-from-Blockbuster-club...oops) and rented the first season. I will give everyone reading a moment to preemptively decide if this was a good or bad decision. GO.

If you watch Lost, you said bad decision and you were right. Every free hour since then has been devoted to Lost. Only, we have no one else to talk about it with because we are so far behind and, as a result, found ourselves having half-hour long conversations with each other about the pros and cons of Kate and Jack's relationship/how hot Sawyer looks with glasses (okay that was mostly me)/the metaphors of Lost that can be applied to life...you get the idea. When I heard on the news that a plane had crashed over the ocean and was missing, I literally yelped "LOST!" as I frantically searched for my phone to call Dave. I dream in Lost-style plots, starring characters in Lost. When I found out Dave had a polar bear costume in his possession, instead of questioning it, I immediately began planning a Lost-themed costume party. It got so bad that we had to take a three-day break and re-evaluate the amount of time we we were devoting to staring at a television.

Anyway, this story really has no conclusion, as I am still obsessed with Lost. But if anyone has any ideas for activities that poor kids can do that do not involve Jack, Kate, Locke, Sawyer, Juliet, Ben, Desmond, Charlie, Claire, Jin or Sun...please, let me know.

tangle me up tangle me uuuuuuup

Spring! you make it hard for me to concentrate on the copious amounts of school work i have this week. you make it impossible to focus on anything besides making smiling summer mixes and dreaming about riding bikes (or rather, owning a bike to ride) and being in love.

there were ducks on my lawn and chickens walking down the sidewalk, and a man creeping around my neighbors house who i am staring intently at through the window as i type this. he looks confused. his hat looks ready for an adventure.

my kitten ran away and my heart still hurts sometimes for him or maybe because of him, my phone is broken again and i am poorer than i have ever been. but spring, i love you too much to mind.

i love the land of lincoln.

well blogspot, I just got back from spring break and it was magical. Getting out of utah was a very positive thing...

melanie and i photoboothed probably 45 percent of the trip. we photoboothed in her room, we photoboothed in the car, we photoboothed on Millikin's campus (in Decatur! sufjan supplied the soundtrack!), we photoboothed at Eastern. thanks apple for providing us with hours of amusement.

While at Eastern picking up her bro, we explored alleys. possibly one of the best activities in the midwest. we also visited Lincoln's log cabin. History!

we also went downtown to navigate the art museum and shop poor-kid style (that means looking at things and pouting). and to the riverwalk at naperville, where Jacob was our photographer. yes, if you can believe it we self-timered the previous photos. what skill.

it's hard for me, but i'm trying

my limbs smell like chlorine. fridays and he came up to make crepes and give me his fortune that read: "never fear! the end of something marks the start of something new."

i slipped it into my palm. He will remember it forever, i think, but in a sadder way. in the space between now and forever, though, i will pick up pennies, stare at 11:11's, look for shooting stars and pluck four leaf clovers wishing for your happiness.

my blood is bubbling with excitement in my veins right now, for chicago and for tomorrow when i will sleep until i feel like waking up and for a pace that feels so hectic but being calm in the center for once i am becoming clear.

i have to go twitter, peace.

the aggie shuttle and other stimulating conversations

Today, rather than post more pictures of my cat, I am going to tell a story to illustrate my life.

Hannah, this should make you less homesick.

Today, after studying all morning and taking a test, I hop the shuttle that will take me back to my car, back to my home and back to my bed. I love naps now, by the way. So I am sitting there, when I realize I forgot to jam my headphones into my ears. At that precise moment, I hear the girl across from me shriek- "Where is your wedding ring?" I froze, mid-reach into my backpack and listened the the repose that was about to come out of the (seemingly) 12-year-old boy next to her. Braces and all, he reached quickly into his backpack and dug around sheepishly. Meanwhile, the pajama clad wife glared apparently unaware that they were out in public verbally lashing him for his blatant disregard for her feelings. On a bus.

h8 it when my husband "forgets" to wear his ring to class and as a result gets attention from girls.

h8 it when I have to yell at my husband on the bus in my pajamas.

h8 it when me and my husbands braces get stuck together when we are making out.


That's my life in Logan.

LOLCATZ!

I have some very exciting news... as of yesterday afternoon, I am now the partial owner of a kitten. Yes, my dreams have come true.

Her name is Meiko and she likes to cuddle, hold hands, sneeze and have a raccoon tail. The pictures from my blackberry do not do her justice. She is the most adorable kitten ever created. We are in the process of making her a myspace, don't worry I will link it as soon as we are done. <3

the moon is stuck in the ceiling, we're swimming through ghosts

For no reason, last night I went to Idaho with Dave. We drove through foggy country streets and stopped when we saw a sign for the site of the Bear River Massacre. We stopped to see the stars and when we got out the sky was alive and glowing with so many stars that we were mesmerized.

We heard howling and beeps in the black distance. We heard drums and music and stared harder into the night. Back in the car we stared reading the plaque, glowing from my headlights.

"This is the sight where hundreds of Shoshone were killed."

We stopped there. We reversed and flew back down the road in the direction we had come. Patches of fog rolled over the silent street in the middle of nowhere. We turned on Radical Face and waited until we were far away to speak.

Then we wondered and laughed and drove and got lost and I did my homework at 3 a.m.

<3 adventures.

life lessons pt. 2

I hate when people put cryptic messages on their facebook statuses directed at their signnifigant others.

Yes, we know that "Sometimes a girl just wants a boy that will listen and put her first" is referring to your relationship. and it is awkward.

Someday I will know how to write about feelings again, until then that is what I have to say.

trying...

Today is hilarious. Hilarious because I struggle so bad at school that I waited till this morning to add classes. All options were full. After walking into several packed classes and sheepishly commenting about how there was no room and backing out with a mumbled "sorry", I am now in an asian studies class. Which I am late for because I am writing this blog. Maybe it doesn't sound hilarious... More later.

not all who wander are lost

I am hoping that by tomorrow, when school starts, I have to motivation to do something/anything. I have been lounging in my bed all afternoon and when my mom called, I didn't answer because the thought of telling her I have done absolutely nothing was annoying.

Back in Logan, life is slow. I miss plans a little bit. I only took one picture on New Year's, it was a nice a night though. I think I was in the most perfect place when the clock hit midnight. Overlooking the whole valley and watching fireworks and more fireworks. Also I was wearing tiger print tights. Happy New Year.

That is the previously mentioned singular picture, myspace style because it was just us. When I presses my forehead to glass at midnight and let the thoughts about next year run through my head I was glad.

I don't even have all my classes yet. I wonder why I am not graduating on time. Despite all of this, I am so happy with life's direction.