dirty jeans and a soft apple

my apple is soft and it bums me out.
I am looking down upon a gathering of lunch go-ers and I a few people I know.
My econ TA whom i once ran into at a party in slc at one in the morning. awkwahwahward
also i see this man who works at pennyroyal cafe. i see a student who tap dances in front of my art history every class before the teacher arrives. i see joe from sharkspeed and one of sharkspeed's number one fans that i met once but have since forgotten his name. There is a New Zealander down there too, he is student body president, also he is in my ward. There have been a series of lazy evenings but i have been emerging slowly out of my apartment. i want to get back into life. mostly i want to get back into summer. summer like this. view above image. i wanna get back into those byu approved shorts.

The Wilk

This is me in the Wilkinson center.
There is someone listening to music and my roommate and Gabe from my ward whom i ate lunch with.
So I keep running into Tommy, I mean kept running into him, everywhere
but now we are friends. He would have been featured in this blog but he left before i opened photobooth.
gabe: "you just winked at me"
me: " no i didnt! did you just put a wink in my eye!"
kelly: "quit winking!"
this zit on my face is outta line! hence the reason i am covering my face in the first pic.
nucking futz!
I ate taco bell today, groso.
Exactly 95% of people around me today in Humanities fell asleep, its statistically proven. Statistically proven 75% of the people in the class were asleep,
wish i coulda taken a few pics of that!

Asian Collection

It's a Friday. It's a library day today. It's a soggy foggy day today.
I am sitting in the Asian Collection section, next to an very flamboyant Asian who keeps flipping his hair... not normal Brigham Young body language for males.
Im eating a sandwich, listening to Blink-182 and procrastinating my homework. What's new? I am just counting down the hours to another indie weekend. Pennyroyal, gallery stroll, matching outfits, band scene. Whats new? Everyday as I look around I see every different kind and versions of the character Fogell from that not so honor code movie SuperBad. Also today I saw many different variations of Jennifer Overby. I saw Tony Dibb and Kathrine Regis from a distance. Meagan Child I saw you too.
Thats just it, the life of a Brigham Young Girl,
always growing always learning
in this crazy town of
provo.

diva gina

look close.
its a dirty word.
today i ate a twinkie in my kitchen completely nude.
after some lean cuisine im here
blogging whilst snacking on hershey kisses.
here is a list:
automatic turn offs that are just common knowledge:
uggz
crocz
clay aiken
boys wearing fur collared items
girls wearing fur collared items
cat haters
those are just to name a few.
the list is never ending and these fatalities are ever occuring in provo.
but thats just the life of a brigham young girl.

ok mail-ladiez!

today i made my classic chocolate cake,
listened to indie music and waited
for the hoot n holler of the not so far off train moan.
im going to start appreciating the apparel of my roots more in depth
example: i am going to start wearing feathers in my hair
(party of my one/eighth navajo indian heritage)
mother nature has been using her all too familiar
trickery....
a false spring.
way to go.
summer is only four short months away.

mildew

the walkway home when wet smells like mildew
probably my second favorite smell
next to wet cement
today i smelled both. it was raining, its january. i walked on the walkway
and my nose was filled with mildew smell, not the crunched up old
kitchen rag that makes you gag mildew smell but the.....torture chambers from the tower
of london kind, rotting water being released from cracks in between rocks for years.
i love that. i love that so much. i have three cankers in my mouth today. ouch.
my nails are gold.
the other day i saw a man driving a truck with dentures hanging from his rear-view mirror.
whats so wrong with wanting to be a part of a biker gang......cant a provo girl dream?
feeling funked.
feeling blogged.
and a little bugged.
darn you jack frost.

sassy sexy

walking on campus i notice
no swing in any hips
except those sassy latina girls
who were born with sexy
whatever sexy is.
its their instinct.
i'm not jealous, i just know that i was born differently,
thats all.