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.