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An Ode to 66 E

On Thursday I'm moving to M street. I'm really excited about it because of things like a yard (!) and a washer and dryer (!!) and new roommates (!) and a giant park for a neighbor (!) and etc. BUT. Man am I going to miss this place on E. I mean, really really miss it. And I know that might sound weird but this place and I have been through a whole lot together. And where I live in general just means a lot to me. I put effort into being comfortable where I live and loving my surroundings because I think environment plays a pretty big role in being happy. Long story short, this place has kept me warm (if i'm fully clothed, in my bed, with lots of blankets) and safe. It cares when no thing/one else does, without me even having to explain myself. It never asks me why I'm eating cereal at 11pm or why I've been wearing the same shirt for 3 days. And I know it's an inanimate structure, so it doesn't really have a choice, but it's just always here for me, you know? And call me crazy for getting emotional about it, but it's gonna be pretty hard to say goodbye in 4 days.

kinda wrong, kinda right

I got rid of 12 pairs of shoes yesterday. I'll probably never notice.
I single-handedly supplied items for 10 centerpieces at a dinner yesterday.
I just bought Vitaminwater as my 'special treat' at the store.
I plan on staying up until I read (thoroughly) all 3 of the US Weekly magazines sitting next to me.
I went into American Apparel today.
I study this one picture of Paris Hilton every morning before I do my hair, for inspiration.
I haven't started packing and I move in 6-7 days.

identity crisis

this is the third color my nails have been, so far, this week. I haven't had green nails since 9th grade.

What's he gonna wear?!???

This guy got added to the Twilight schedule. I'n getting reary excited for salt lake summertime!

every year, everyone I know gets married

Weird how that works, isn't it? Anyway, sometimes some of those people want me to print their wedding invitations. So it's a win-win-win. Here are a few mediocre pictures of some recent invites. Lots more to come, hopefully. {or, as always, see these here.}

frye shmye

I just don't feel like shoes should give me blisters if I spend more than $50 on them. Who's with me?

for the record

I've lost my mind. Seriously. So, to save you all from the pitfalls of associating with a mindless person, here is a list of things you shouldn't ask me to do:

spell
sew pink tapestries to hang art in front of
hold keys/keep things safe
pull on a belt loop
email you back
actually be on the other end of a call 'I make' to you
drink your milk before it goes really sour
wake up on time
get you to the airport in an efficient manner
clean your room
follow a normal sentence and/or conversation structure
remain neutral

(But turns out that losing my mind is the best thing that's ever happened cuz I had a fly Friday and am planning to follow it up with a ballin' Saturday so no real loss?)

beautifully imperfect

I had a premonition, a movie in my mind

{I understand this isn't really a video at all. But I just saw them sing it, so I don't need a video. And I'm sorry you weren't there. And I want every band to play at The Depot.}

uh, guys

It's National Grilled Cheese Month

Do something about it.

oh pismo, it's been way too long since we've seen each other

{I am currently planning about 17 mini vacations in my head. And I don't know how much I care about any of them coming to fruition. I mean, it's always nice. But just having them to think about in my head is ALMOST all I need. Kinda like filling a million online shopping carts when you get the spending itch.}

i can't figure out how NOT to wear boots every day

it's stressing me out

Happy Easter

{I know Easter is much bigger/more important than just bunnies. BUT, why not enjoy some extra bunny while we're at it, right?}

oh yeah

So I bought 2 tickets to Travis (the band) for Tuesday (April 14) at The Depot (on axident). Anyone wanna buy one? $25? LMK (let me know).

i feel like i'm in high school again. but whocares.

sometimes in mid february-march-april, life starts feeling way too much like this:

and to induce a little drama, I cut my hair and dye it blond(er), like I did tonight:

(because nothing makes you feel ALIVE quite like completely wigging out on the way home from the salon)

my kinda business card

right?

{made by her, herself}

TIM. RIGGINS.

I really hope I'm preaching to the choir, but I can not get enough Friday Night Lights! So good right now!

how bout if i'm sick? then can i?

eat 5 whole cinnamon rolls?
go out in public with VapoRub on my chest?
go to bed before midnight TWO nights in a row?
wipe my nose on your shirt?
go to DI with wet hair?
wake up at 5am and watch marley and me?
come up with sneaky plans involving the conference center and a fake flat tire?
take an hour long bath?
eat top ramen?

i'm sick. i'm trying to pretend i'm not. but i am. i just hate wasting weekends on sicks. it's just not right.

i'm so sorry

The first prolly 200 times I heard the name Taylor Swift

I thought it was this guy:

I tried to warn me

See, I knew I would feel this way (this way being rather disgruntled and weary of the snowy weather). I'm just trying really hard not to look out the window. And these little buddies are helping distract me: