I am not Catholic...not at all, but every year I give up something for lent (Lent? Don't even know) because I have usually already failed at New Year's resolutions and to keep Melanie company in her Catholicism.
This year I have given up shopping.
This morning I got an email from Forever 21, subject: Get your romp on.
(Reference last post)
(Reference I hate being so materialistic)
Not going to lie, I am really struggling through the last half of winter. So much that I decided to go tanning and then my poor skin shriveled up at the thought and cancer instantly sprang up on my arms and thank you very much magazine articles about the dangers of tanning beds because I think I will just save my $8 and buy pistachio macarons and wallow.
I'm basically just writing this blog post so the minutes will edge towards 1:00 when I have promised myself a sandwich and a lap around the office. What a treat! The real sadness lies in the fact that I have been amped about this sandwich since, oh, 10 a.m. and that I actually hate sandwiches.
In other news related to me, I hate Avatar. Just throwing that out there. Judge accordingly. It gets worse each time I have to sit through three hours of the most HORRIFICALLY cheesy dialogue I have heard since the one time I watched the Mormon version of Beauty and the Beast.
My mom made me.
Judge accordingly.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
I'm hungry
Let me tell you about a new little love of mine called a romper.
For those unaware, that is the romper that I am currently pining after. I have a renewed interest in wearing only clothes i can buy for under $5 at Thrift Town. Luckily, there are rompers in every shape, color, size and floral pattern to satiate my desire... Through fraught with peril (ie trying to quickly go to the bathroom before you pee your pants- next to impossible in a romper, FYI) wearing one reminds me of spring. and spring reminds me that I will not be cold and devoid of sunlight for eternity.
Oh, so this weekend I bought a glue gun. Does anyone read any cute crafty-type Web sites that don't make you feel like you are nearly geriatric? (Hannah, I know what you are thinking.) I don't have television anymore so I am thinking I will need a hobby for the evening hours...
For those unaware, that is the romper that I am currently pining after. I have a renewed interest in wearing only clothes i can buy for under $5 at Thrift Town. Luckily, there are rompers in every shape, color, size and floral pattern to satiate my desire... Through fraught with peril (ie trying to quickly go to the bathroom before you pee your pants- next to impossible in a romper, FYI) wearing one reminds me of spring. and spring reminds me that I will not be cold and devoid of sunlight for eternity.
Oh, so this weekend I bought a glue gun. Does anyone read any cute crafty-type Web sites that don't make you feel like you are nearly geriatric? (Hannah, I know what you are thinking.) I don't have television anymore so I am thinking I will need a hobby for the evening hours...
Thursday, January 21, 2010
A short essay on why moving out is not the same when you are 18 as when you are 22
Well, well it appears I am now renting an apartment. I say appears because I am not actually sure what just happened. Deven and I went to look at a place and all the sudden it was like cute entry...Wood paneling?... Why is there a sink in the living room?... Oh but I love the windows... Please sign this lease. And it was done. To the apartment's credit, it IS cute and I HAVE been needing to downsize my belongings by like, oh, I don't know 70 percent.
Anyway, the point is, I am moving out! I can't wait for the wild nights in which I will stay up past 11 p.m. and then be cranky the next morning when I wake up at 7 to go to work! Oh ho ho neighbors, you better watch out for the soft indie-folk tunes that will be pouring out of my stereo during those late nights. That smell? Oh that's just my INCENSE (burned strictly because I like the scent, not to cover drug use of any sort) suckaaaa!
Yesterday I used dry shampoo in a desperate attempt to avoid showering and it made my hair turn a shade of gray that could only be remedied by taking a shower. Isn't that ironic. Are those two thoughts related? I'm not sure.
Anyway, the point is, I am moving out! I can't wait for the wild nights in which I will stay up past 11 p.m. and then be cranky the next morning when I wake up at 7 to go to work! Oh ho ho neighbors, you better watch out for the soft indie-folk tunes that will be pouring out of my stereo during those late nights. That smell? Oh that's just my INCENSE (burned strictly because I like the scent, not to cover drug use of any sort) suckaaaa!
Yesterday I used dry shampoo in a desperate attempt to avoid showering and it made my hair turn a shade of gray that could only be remedied by taking a shower. Isn't that ironic. Are those two thoughts related? I'm not sure.
Friday, January 15, 2010
A post in which I excessively use footnotes
Each day, as I sit in the office and try to make up tasks for myself*, I grow more and more socially awkward. It begins from the time I walk into the features nook and decide if "Hello" or "Good morning" would be more appropriate. It usually comes out as "Hellorning."
From there it generally speeds downhill as I internally debate what, exactly, I should be doing and whether or not I should speak to my co-workers/editors**. Then I compulsively drink water bottles until it is 5 p.m.; at which point I can gather my belongings, whisper "Goodbye" and get out of the elevator on the wrong floor and wander around until I find my car as the other writers drive by, undoubtedly puzzled at why I look like a crazed hobo searching for shelter in the parking garage.
Oh adult life, you're more than I ever dreamed. I commute. I take a lunch (but only when I don't feel awkward about asking to leave. DO I NEED MEDICATION?) I wear office appropriate clothes. This little charade ends come May and is it wrong that I just want to go back to school?
* A conversation that just occurred in my head: "Hmmmm what can I google that looks as if I am doing research when I am not? How to crochet? That might prove useful. But can I make it look like I am NOT, in fact, googling crocheting lessons? Probably not. I guess I will just refresh CNN again to see if they have posted any stories about celebrities because THAT is what I choose to be interested in, not important things like the crisis in Haiti. Which is very sad. It just doesn't make time pass by as quickly as fashion/music/scandal."
** Not because I don't want to, but because my track record is not very good. I generally walk away from conversations re-playing them and cringing at myself for spewing out sentences like "Um, like, that's too funny. Ha." SERIOUSLY?
From there it generally speeds downhill as I internally debate what, exactly, I should be doing and whether or not I should speak to my co-workers/editors**. Then I compulsively drink water bottles until it is 5 p.m.; at which point I can gather my belongings, whisper "Goodbye" and get out of the elevator on the wrong floor and wander around until I find my car as the other writers drive by, undoubtedly puzzled at why I look like a crazed hobo searching for shelter in the parking garage.
Oh adult life, you're more than I ever dreamed. I commute. I take a lunch (but only when I don't feel awkward about asking to leave. DO I NEED MEDICATION?) I wear office appropriate clothes. This little charade ends come May and is it wrong that I just want to go back to school?
* A conversation that just occurred in my head: "Hmmmm what can I google that looks as if I am doing research when I am not? How to crochet? That might prove useful. But can I make it look like I am NOT, in fact, googling crocheting lessons? Probably not. I guess I will just refresh CNN again to see if they have posted any stories about celebrities because THAT is what I choose to be interested in, not important things like the crisis in Haiti. Which is very sad. It just doesn't make time pass by as quickly as fashion/music/scandal."
** Not because I don't want to, but because my track record is not very good. I generally walk away from conversations re-playing them and cringing at myself for spewing out sentences like "Um, like, that's too funny. Ha." SERIOUSLY?
Thursday, November 19, 2009
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:
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.
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
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.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
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.
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.
Monday, July 6, 2009
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.
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.
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