gypsy love

i'm listening to new musics. good ones. i'm so surrounded by people in this library and i felt that freshman pang of overwhelming aloneness. this time it's not lonely though. i just don't know anyone. i don't mind anymore though.

when's my boyfriend off work? when will someone do yoga with me?


i stayed in provo because of janna. now she's gone forever.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9VX4D_9GMBg

yillian ibershmoe,
i am very proud of you for moving places. you lived in bellingham. you moved to alaska. you're very brave and i admire you for that. i have yet to move by choice somewhere. you've been brave enough to stay for extended periods of time in arizona, in wyoming, AND utah (of all places) because of the people you care about. you make any crappy state fun.

yanka gaga,
you're one of the smartest and most able people i know. it seems you always know the answer for other people who bring their problems to you and you're the mother of all our friends in the sense that you really care for them even down to the basics. you slammed the gre and i'm really proud (and hope to follow in your footsteps) that you're going to go to grad school. you can do it. i know you'll end up just where you're supposed to be even if everything seems to be shti right now. promise.

meganza,
i don't think i've ever seen you be so knowledgeable and competent as when you're dealing with things at work. i haven't seen anyone really be able to envision and see the consequences of what lay ahead. you really know what you're doing and go above and beyond what you could. you treat everyone equally and fairly and i think are very diplomatic and mature and it's a new side i don't think i've seen before. chap, i am proud to call you friend.

meghanrow,
you're always thoughtful and making my days better. the random texts from you always saying something soooo flattering or sweet make me happier, smilier and i'm always inclined to pass on those niceties to everyone i see that day. i hope you realize how you're making the world a better place with your kind and cuted personality. know that.

sally man's little girl. "jessie bites" is one of my very favorite photographs. i wish i could take nice photos.

kate lines is having a giveaway. she photographed my wedding and makes some b-e-a-utiful things. my favorite is #6. this one.



http://katelinesphotographyblog.blogspot.com/

i love urban outfitters. i love sleep. i think about things that i don't think i should and i sometimes don't think i can tell anyone because they're maybe inappropriate. oh well. it's my brain.

provo is awful without some place to go and someone to talk to. how am i supposed to run away when i feel like this? i can't. i want my friend back. i hate the stupid cat that won't stop touching me.
i am sure it is the fear that's been eating me all day of being pregnant along with being tired plus this time of the month. i can't control anything. i'm sorry that i feel attacked, not understood. i'm not unreasonable, i'm sad and oversensitive. sorry about that. it's hard being a girl for a couple weeks.


these are pretty. i want pretend life again.

i love surprise dates with todd. whenever we decide we're not poor at the moment or too hungry to care we try new restaurants (Saigon Cafe=NO service and fried everything except the broccoli beef) and talk forEVER. we talk a lot. i didn't really realize until today how much we connect and how much i need that connection, that level, that understanding, and those new ideas. that's what i need out of life as an individual and (probably especially) out of a marriage. good thing i picked him.


we went hunting for a Christmas gift for my mom. we ended up finding the perfect stocking for todd, something we have been lacking.



c'est parfait, non? it sings elvis songs. duh!

todd likes boys. i like aretha franklin.
so headliners today: sexual harassment ensues at place of business. young girl glad to have a non-perverted, newly wedded husband. said she felt "dirty and gross because he wouldn't stop touching me."
also man claims teensie dent of his bumper on his insurance, screwing us over.



forever and ever you'll stay in my heart. answer my prayer! answer my prayer!

I put this new picture on the background, I had to read html and stuff, so I'm pretty awesome and proud of myself.

Other reason to be proud of myself: 94% religion final, 100% on research part of Ital Lit final + nailed essays, studying like a fiend, flashcards and practice exams and everything.

I'm cool. I didn't always know how to study for college classes. I can't really think of anything else to write about because I'm all study-man right now. Actually, I finished my Christmas shopping and Santa Claus is comin' to town. Every time I write "to town" I always think about "going to town" and that makes me think about sex. Ever since intercourse entered our life, everything means sex. I couldn't even write, "entered our life" without a joke about entering coming to my head. Anytime you have to put anything anywhere, it's sex. Anytime you "like it" about anything, anytime you use the word "do," it's sex. Everything is sex. See, now I have tons to write about. But, I must study. I still love you, universe.