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.

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.

1.

l-o-l

2.


silly cats

3.





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?