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!