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Something that makes me indescribably happy....

Is Imogen Heap. I thought I was over that phase of my life, but it turns out that I'm not. It reminds me of Becca and when we first met. And that, for me, was one of the greatest times in life.  "Say Goodnight and Go" makes me want to cry with happiness and nostalgia. I can see Becca with her black jacket, rain boots, and remember walking in snow with her humming Imogen Heap. I can remember listening to it in the mornings before school and at nights while "homeworking." The only CD inside Chester for months was "Speak For Yourself." I swear it's all we listened to.

I love you, Becca. Thanks for loving me. I'm so grateful I found a friend like you and that I still have you in my life, married and all. Now I have Kyle too!! (I also love you, Katy! Don't you forget that!). 

If you love me....

Help me be her:

In All Seriousness....

I'm going to BOISE! Elisa and I are going to get those elusive donuts and eat at Jack in the Box if it's the last thing we do!

A record for posts...

One last thing. This image haunts me:

Am I hungry or horrified?

Both.

Am I Normal?

This is a question that often comes to my mind? And usually, I determine that the answer to that question is no.  Let me just explain my weekend. Then, you too will agree that I certainly am a strange cookie.

On Friday, I only left my house to play the role of Chris Purdie. And man, I am a cute boy. But seriously, I had several people tell me how much I really resembled the real Chris Purdie.  Here is some evidence.

On Saturday, I made my roommates watch the movie "Fire in the Sky."  For those of you who do not know what this story is about, please read the Wikipedia article. If you haven't the time, I will just briefly tell you that it is the TRUE STORY about a man being abducted by aliens. Did I mention TRUE STORY. I watched this movie when I was about seven or eight with my grandfather (a man who truly fulfilled my sci-fi thirst as a child) and have never fully recovered from the trauma.  And as an adult, it was just as terrifying.  By the end of the alien torture scene, all of my girlfriends had fled the room, save one other brave soul. We literally screamed as the aliens began to inspect their specimen, inserting a needle into his eye!! The horror!!! And yet, I loved it? WHO AM I? If you would like to see the video, feel free to do so. If you aren't brave enough, sleep with this in mind.

Anyway, I warned you. Not really, but I did say I was weird.

So, back to my story.  The rest of my Saturday, I watched Britney Spears music videos. You think I'm kidding, but I'm not. I can't help it. She's so hot. Oh wait, I just said that for the world to read. Embarrassing. But it's true!! AHH! Really, though. WHO AM I? 

On to Sunday. So, I woke up late for church and as I was pulling into the parking lot (late, of course), I suddenly had massive anxiety and could not go inside. Why, you might ask. Well, let's just say I am deathly afraid of one of the girls (women?) in my Relief Society. She scares me, intimidates me, makes me feel like a bad child. So, I went elsewhere for salvation. Now really, how immature is that?

I came home, watched more Britney Spears, a disc of the Simpsons and then made sugar cookies I can't eat.  And then I had massive anxiety because I wanted all the cookies frosted perfectly with all the right coloring and everything. Have you ever tried to make BLACK frosting with regular dye? You CAN'T. Don't even try. So, after three hours and "Circus" by Britney Spears on repeat, I finished!!

And then...THEN...I felt anxious when people ate my beautiful creations. Really. WHO AM I!? I'm some sort of MENTAL person. That's who I am. And you know what? I think I am just going to have to be ok with that.

If you wanna laugh....

Watch this. And know how much I love "Mac and Me."

Please help me!!

WHERE CAN I GET THIS!?!? I NEED IT!!!

Also, on a more serious note, I am willing to drive to Boise, Idaho just so I can eat at Heavenly Ham. Heavenly Ham, you ask, what is that? Well, let me tell you. They have the most beautiful and tasty sandwiches ever created by humans.  After doing a quick google search, I discovered that Idaho is home to one of these lovely stores. Check out their menu. Also, they have a special mustard worthy of the gods. Just sayin'. 

Furthermore, a quick trip to Vegas would be nice. I would drive six hours for one of these babies:

Gluten or no gluten, I want one!! When I was at home over Christmas, I drove by the Dunkin Donuts a block away from my house every day. I never realized what a blessing it was to have donuts so close, just waiting to fulfill my chocolate cravings at my beck and call.  However, I resisted temptation and did not poison my body with gluten. And even when I was half-way back to Salt Lake, waiting in Boston after my connecting flight, Dunkin Donuts was there. Waiting. Right outside of my terminal. RIGHT THERE. And again, I resisted.

What was I thinking!!??!?!? AHHH!

Ok. So I'm hungry. But have I convinced anyone that we should go find good food?

No, not zombies. Raptors.

Ok. I'm in the library waiting for raptors to attack. Man, that would sure improve today. I mean, as of right now, it is the ONLY thing that could redeem this day. So. Patiently, I am waiting.

Zombies?

Is it wrong that I secretly wish the apocalypse would come and zombies would wreak havoc....just so I wouldn't have to go to class anymore?

Maybe.

I haven't decided yet.

This Comic's Truthfulness is Blowing My Mind

My life? Perhaps.

Running Is Blowing My Mind

I just ran for 50 minutes with my roommate. I haven't placed my pretty little feet on concrete since August to do anything other than briskly walk. I might be having a mild heart attack. My fingers are all tingly. Say prayers I don't just die.

No Surprises

I'm not depressed. This is just how I feel.

No Surprises

A heart thats full up like a landfill,
A job that slowly kills you,
Bruises that wont heal
You were so tired, happy,
Bring down the government,
They dont, they dont speak for her
Ill take the quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide

No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent
This is my final fit, my final bellyache with
No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises, please

Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden
No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises, please



Oh Radiohead. You speak to my soul. I just want no surprises. I want to be happy and know that I'll continue to be happy. Is that too much to ask for? I think not. And you know what, I think I am going to get it :)


www.youtube.com/watch?v=qqsyXdj_p_I

Back to Blogging? Maybe?

So. It is the misery of the class that is Charles Dickens which has driven me to blog again. Right now, someone is droning on and on about the early life of the Pickwick Papers. It's awful. Beyond awful. I need to learn not to be so judgmental or angry when I feel frustrated with my fellow classmates. Instead, I am going to be positive, and blog. Good idea? Yes. I think so. Becca would be so proud.