Thought I'd start this up for a while GO UTES

Excessive studying has brought me back to you, blog.
I am in the library, the brigham young university library to be exact
there is a boy sitting right across from me with the audacity to be sporting solely red with a massive Utah, University of Utah sweatshirt on.
People in this partta town might shoot him,
If he bleeds blood red it should mix in great with the red of his sweatshirt.
He knows I'm lookin at him funny, I could care less about what he is wearing/supporting,
I'm just the kinda girl that would be concerned for his well being.
I am just that nice.
I'm not really a funny person, I'm just a nice one.
xoxo
blog face
blogged.

F1st snowfallz

Today, November 05. First snowfall,
Campus is littered with UGGZ, fur trimmed sweatshirtz and saggy diaper hats,
i'll admit i have worn uggz once or twice when i was fourteen.
Everyone is bundled up and slow steppin so as not to slipz on the pavementz.
Because everyone is decked out in fur it seems more people are napping in class because their comfort level just raised by 17% (statistically proven).
Me? I'm wearin' Doc Martins and some flannel plaid....not born in the 90's but grew up in them.
BRRR Blogged.
what more can a chilly boned girl say?
stay chill.

late october.

i have been woken up since september ended (thank you greenday)
fellow readers i am sorry for the sparse blog entries,
it is my fault,
i am sitting here with the blinds drawn and the severe sun peeping through,
it is six twenty and the sun is going down,
winter approaches
i start to gather my acorns.
my cheeks are growing chubbier
and my layers of clothing are increasing.
these fine fall two thousand and eight days are dwindling yet new memories
are being created with them.
memories such as yesterday when i was holding our mouse kevin and honest to goodness that little critter gave me a mouse kiss on my nose.
she is so darn cute.
i painted my fingernails pink last thursday, it stuck, it still looks good, i feel like it gives me a fierce appearance.
so i don't look as naive as i really am.
i am a naive girl who likes to blog.
blogged.
not so bugged.
lovin fall.

my sleeves are getting longer

the hems on everything i own are growing longer,
inches by inches.
my tan lines are becoming non-existent and my cali girl bod is also merging into its winter state.
much like a squirrel storing acorns in its cheeks for that snowy season.
lately i have been busy,
school and such. this econ class i am enrolled in is a real kick in the pants.
tonight, at my favorite time, eleven eleven ill make another wish....for my teacher to croak.
things have been a tad unlucky for me in that time department, every time i am waiting for that time to arise i miss it and always hit eleven twelve. bummer.
time passes quickly, i find myself reflecting my childhood quite frequently, where did this old age of nineteen come from? just yesterday i was a sweet sixteen livin life in cut off shorts drinkin coca cola with nothin to do. now im a nineteen something drinking coca cola with lots to do.
lots of blogging to do.
blogged.
aged.
round faced.

DEad 2 me.

our three unnamed fish died yesterday.
its been sad but we are mending.
no more fish.
at this point i am getting fairly used to starving, im always hungry.
this could be to my advantage and an advance on my modest prom gown modeling career.
does anyone know any number associated with such a modeling industry?
This morning i dead eat some western family wheat squares but that was about it.
The leaves and the air are changing, there is a bitter wind that seeps through my veins as i walk on campus, i get cold stares, i give cold stares. no one is happy about the weather summer is only a memory from so long ago and only a dream so far away.
as a mildly modest punk rock band once sang "thanks for the memories" i think about the lyrics and dedicate this post to fall out boy and to fall and boys.

milk at midnight

Been doing homework like crazy.
got three new fish to replace sid and nancy.
they are yet to be named.
i got a really good book at the d.i. today, why can't men open up?? <--- it has two exclamation marks.....most women are really pissed about this.
why can't men open up?? i thought it might help me get a dude. it has a little sticker on the front that says: overcoming men's fear of intimacy.
wtf.
it is written by two men, i am thinking they are homosexual. i dont think this book is honor code.
i should give it away.
i am drinking milk.
plain milk. my favorite.
Being the concerned american that i am i was thinking about the presidential debates and who our next president will be.
my only thoughts on this are....who shot JFK?
i wipe the sweat from my brow from a heavy day of schooling at Brigham Young University and lay my quill down from this blog for the night.
blogged.
tired.
Honor code breaker.
why can't men open up???????!!!???

Soulmate

Ill admit that when i was younger i had a strange sense of style
(unlike today where i dress like your average Brigham Young girl)
One of my favorite outfits consisted of a green t shirt with yellow writing that said
Joe on the front
Mamma on the back.
Joe Mamma
i wore this shirt with my favorite black dickies, it was superb, i looked fresh outta
zumies. Come to find out i was not the only who had that as their favorite outfit.
thats right Cricket, this shout out is for you girl, we must be soul mates due to the fact that we had Joe Mamma shirts when we were younger.
When i returned home to Provo this evening i stumbled upon an empty fish bowl. Sid and Nancy had died R.I.P. October was not the time for their tropical bodies to leave Wal-Mart.
i found Sid and Nancy not floating atop the water in their fishbowl but in a lovely (sarcastically said) sea of lime jell-o inside the fridge, their grave. Who did this deed i thought. have they no respect for my tropical friends SID AND NANCY !!!! NOOOO. I am speechless. This weekend while finding one true soul mate, i lost two.
This blog entry is dedicated to the soul mate i gained and the ones i lost.

Its been a while (nickleback)

Its been a while.
It has been a busy week what with econ clawing at this young girls throat
like a cougar, a Brigham Young Cougar on the prowl.
I gotta few fish, people, though i wish it were in fact i gotta a few fishpeople. wouldn't fish people be great?
Sid and Nancy,
like in that song by CrazyTown....Butterfly,
"Girl its me and you like Sid and Nancy,"
yep those are my fish, they are tropical fish. Sid chases Nancy around like, you guessed it!, a Brigham Young Cougar. Kevin Anderson would be a good name for a fish but that is already the mouses name, we can't have more than one Kevin in Apt. 2. These fish don't eat though, but they stay alive. How are they survivng? I havent cleaned their fish bowl since i got them (monday night around midnight at the local wal-mart open twenty four hours a day). Pictures of Sid and Nancy coming soon to blog. My mind is crazin all of the place. Lately ive had so many lyrics for my own hip hop songs poppin up in my mind, i feel i can spit it like Elliott, Missy that is. I will be spooking up my blog this next month in honor of that ghostly month we call October,hope it doesn't scare you too much! BOO! BLOGGED!

Dedicated to James Welch (who is brown)

James Welch reminds me of that song by Down AKA Kilo.....lyrics consisting of..
I'm brown, I get down, I lean like a cholo. Tonight you made my FHE family hot dogs, you burnt them, I like 'em brown.
James...what are you? as in where are you from? as in what shade of brown are you?
Today in provo i realized how much i miss the sweet sweet smell of the great salt lake floating into town when a storm decides to stop in.
what ABOUT bob? huh? he seems like a really great guy.
ahoy!
Today i took a little time for Hilary, I slept in, I did zero homework and i drank
chocolate milk till there was no more,
As my econ teacher would say......
GREAT DAY SELF!
paulie shore hits my mind at this moment.
whats up buh-uddy!
im diggin him today.
im diggin fish,
i think i will get a pet fish this week.
What should i name it?
leave comments on name suggestions.
blogged
thank you.

Sunday Night Rockin'

There are balloons scattering the floor of my apartment.
Evidence of the weekends fun.
Hours spent on youtube and hours spent on nothing.
A refresher, to start the week anew.
What things are in store for me this week?
I think I will order a pizza....that will last me for several meals.
Maybe I'll phone an ex flame, ask them how their life is going.
Never know.
I went to church today, or should I be saying I went to the runway for a fashion show today.
One girl was staring at me for so long she felt the bad vibes I was sendin' out and complimented my dress....She didn't really like it. i know it.
I trimmed my bangs and now I look like a fruitcake.
Maybe I will start wearing blue eyeshadow, that would be great for my image.
Don't you think?
bangs.
blogs.
blogged.

here is an amature sketch of my dark mustached crush.

dark mustached man

I sit on campus, yet again.
Today is sunny and the weather is perfect.
I see my dark mustached crush.
He notices me, i wonder if he has noticed that i am "coincidentally" around in various places he is.
I also wonder how he gets that mustache so shiny,
does he condition it?
I think he is Hispanic, or possibly Indian, not Native American but from India.
Why are we not holding hands, these questions arise once again.
A slight breeze streaks my face, my hair is blowing.
blowing, blogged.

A series of unfortunate events

Yesterday, Monday September 22...disaster strikes the girls of Chelsea Condominiums. . . . The internet we had been so respectfully stealing backfires.
Comcast. We are left with no internet.
Blogging becomes less frequent.
We are forced to buy internet from quest.
blogged. bugged.
It was raining yesterday, how fitting. I did my homework and sat in a ball in the corner of the room. I listened to MOTAB. nothing could lift my spirits. This morning can you guess how many words have come out of my mouth. zero. Today is sunny, i feel i should branch out and talk to some strange person. No one understands me right now. I am wearing my newest of sort of new clothing, a dockers button up shirt with moose, ducks, turkeys, and other various animals on it. i look friendly today, someone asks me the time. things are looking up for this Brigham Young Girl.

A Farewell Sunday

The Garden Park Ward
Old friend farewell.
Dewey's the name. I have not talked to him for some time nor did i talk to him very long today. I talked to my friend childhood best friend for about three hours straight, we talked about our lives and who we used to be, it felt good, but it felt different. The two of us missing our childhood's like mad, thinking of times like when we walked all around Salt Lake City for an entire day. I went to Bountiful again, still on my weekend home. I stuck around with talking and laughing with my friends, my dearests. My friends are all I feel I have to hold onto at this time. They are so good to me. They drive me home to Provo and we say our goodbyes and i love you's. I walk into my lonely apartment. In my saddest part of the night (shortly after watching a terrible Disney movie) when I realize my friends are north and I am a lone sole I get a phone call. Blogged.

Trip home for the weekend.

Bountiful, UTAH.
crazy town.
Everything is the same, except me. I have changed. I have tightened up, things are weird.....my family. This puts me deeper down in the hole of lonliness. where is my boyfriend?....i don't have one. I eat a whole burrito.
Blogged.
clogged.
I miss my captain crunch but i miss bountiful even more. i miss it here. why do i feel like a troubled teen....oh wait....i am one. Whatever the matter is i am stuck in between phases, a phase in itself probably. I hang out with some old time friends of mine, they are swell...why don't they move to provo with me. life of provo girl...in bountiful.

Third Week in Provo

Provo: Brigham Young University.
I sit, solitary on a bench waiting for my next art class to begin.
I have so many questions running through my mind.
I am questioning my existence on this earth.
Everyone around me is holding hands, loving it, loving each other.
My confidence is crushed. It is eleven elven. I make a wish.
I wonder what is wrong with me, why am i not holding hands with someone.
I took a shower this morning, I smell nice.
No one looks my direction
I am searching but not finding.
crushed,
blogged.