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Sunday, August 25
Thursday, May 9
Saturday, February 2
Thursday, November 8
Thursday, October 25
Wednesday, April 4
remember stargirl?
Sunday, March 18
Saturday, March 10
chalking in my chacos.
Wednesday, March 7
Wednesday, February 29
this is what midterms look like.
Thursday, February 9
19 year old boy.
Friday, February 3
Wednesday, February 1
Sunday, January 15
Saturday, January 7
Sunday, January 1
new year today.
Saturday, December 31
friday at the library.





bored on a friday afternoon? well no big. just go to the local library. take sharpies, crayons, paper & a camera. be sure to capture every moment. see what in the @#$! there is to do in the library for two hours, like, i dunno name wild things after authors with fantastic last names. that sounds like a good idea. spend your time wisely in the library. cause its a nice place to be. we did that. & we thought so. so. there's that.
also. if you'd like a goosebump, life lesson movie...ah. "To Kill a Mockingbird." talk about something that makes you think. so good.
happy weekend.
go cuddle up with a good book. i dare you.
Thursday, December 29
& let there be heat.
Wednesday, December 28
cold fingers typed this.
i'm not entirely sure how to work the heater in my home. so i awoke to a household set to the temperature of 48 degrees. ah. murder. i'm wearing gloves, long underwear, & a sock monkey cap to stay warm. bad news. we're out of hot cocoa. & i don't really want to go outside, so i'll stay in & play scrabble alone by the fire because santa brought me a new board & the webster's official scrabble player dictionary. so please. be jealous. cause it was the second best thing i opened.
i've heard a person pees six times a day. well, i think a person pees six times a day if she's not a frequent fountain drinker at the hart's. its noon & i've been far more than six. its noon & i've been to hart's twice. its an addiction. don't judge.
singing to the radio is, like, the best thing ever. we know we sound terrible, but we pretend we sound absolutely fantastic. that's where the fun is.
i play two songs over & over while i sit next to the fire. a. annabelle: joshua james. & b. i don't mind: defeater.
going to the deseret industries the days after christmas is a good idea. especially if you'd like to dress your man in second hand sweaters & skinny ties that resemble cheap motel bedspreads & worn leather shoes. & yourself in floral & lace.
speaking of my man.
here he is. he's dashing isn't he. (that was a statement. not a question.)
this picture was far too beautiful nor to share. perhaps i'm partial, but honey, he's handsome. so very handsome. we be stealing kisses anywhere we can.

& then a man named winston churchill once said...
success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.
ever have those days when you struggle getting out of bed & alls you want to do is read & read & write & read some more? its perfectly okay to go along with those days. because sometime people can be just so overbearing & your own company is what you need.
so grab a book, turn on the fire place, and for heaven's sake. get lost for a few hours. i promise you, you'll come back feeling refreshed. honest.
also. maybe you could jot a few new year's resolutions down. i will. if you do.
happy new year, i guess.
word.
i've heard a person pees six times a day. well, i think a person pees six times a day if she's not a frequent fountain drinker at the hart's. its noon & i've been far more than six. its noon & i've been to hart's twice. its an addiction. don't judge.
singing to the radio is, like, the best thing ever. we know we sound terrible, but we pretend we sound absolutely fantastic. that's where the fun is.
i play two songs over & over while i sit next to the fire. a. annabelle: joshua james. & b. i don't mind: defeater.
going to the deseret industries the days after christmas is a good idea. especially if you'd like to dress your man in second hand sweaters & skinny ties that resemble cheap motel bedspreads & worn leather shoes. & yourself in floral & lace.
speaking of my man.
here he is. he's dashing isn't he. (that was a statement. not a question.)
this picture was far too beautiful nor to share. perhaps i'm partial, but honey, he's handsome. so very handsome. we be stealing kisses anywhere we can.

& then a man named winston churchill once said...
success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.
ever have those days when you struggle getting out of bed & alls you want to do is read & read & write & read some more? its perfectly okay to go along with those days. because sometime people can be just so overbearing & your own company is what you need.
so grab a book, turn on the fire place, and for heaven's sake. get lost for a few hours. i promise you, you'll come back feeling refreshed. honest.
also. maybe you could jot a few new year's resolutions down. i will. if you do.
happy new year, i guess.
word.
Thursday, December 15
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