Summer Stained Memories

The countdown is on! 11 days and I'm out of here, off to Siena, Italy for a fabulous time learning to cook, watercolor, speak italian and do the tango (I'm pretty sure that the tango is not italian but i'm determined to learn it before I come home somehow somewhere).



August.
My mamma loves me because she makes me the most delicious smoothies. The one today has fresh raspberries handpicked from a farm somewhere by someone, strawberry ice cream, greek flavored yogurt and a large sprinkle of sugar. I cannot even comprehend how good it tastes when all these things come together. They create something so different to their own personal flavors, each contributing their tiny bit to make something out-of-this-world.



Grand Cayman delight. Nothing can compare. Midnight canoe rides in the magical green swirling waters, 50+ person bike rides to the points, secret bike rides on the dock at night with the creepy guard, getting lost in a book by the pool, watching gidget in the bed full of Popsicles and crumbs, floating in the bay on a rainbow floaty, the pina coladas at rum point, looking for sunset sea shells at stingray city, playing ratatat cat with Kelson, the train game, werewolf, under the sea sing-alongs, early morning dives to nintendo looking lands, the over-sized lemonheads after diving, Viva la vida on repeat, late-night accent changing parties, the thunder/rain storms with tin drums beating in the sky, treasure hunting on water bikes with pirates, real life bang! game, catching starfish in a sea of jellies, the hammocks, the sunsets, olympics opening ceremonies , white and pink sand, torturing hermit crabs with curly bums, free gum ball machine at the airport and the over sized grapes that should be plums. lovely

movies movies never in my life have I watched more movies than I have in august 2008. favorites of the summer:
Love Actually
Bridget Jones Diary 2
Mamma Mia!
Wall E.
Pride and Prejudice
What a girl wants
The importance of being Ernest
& Nanny Mcfee
hahaha i just realized that Colin Firth is in all of those movies except for robot's. It's real love.


I just heard the ice cream man drive past my house, the most glorious sound of my childhood.

July. Me and my munchkin friends

The month of being a fish. swimming, surfing, tanning, Lake powell and mixtapes, scooter rides on steroids (the biggest gang got up to 30) up and down university avenue, falling in love with 16 year olds, fire works, mini cooper rides while MIA sings paper planes, foreign food (four seasons dumplings & peru palace), Miley Cyrus, dippin dots, art galleries, sleepovers, dance parties, swimming swimming and swimming and crepes, i'm a new cousin-aunt to nora the sweet pea.

June.
Marit Kemppainen.

and the most delicious cake of my life because it was made with friends, and warmth and love and raspberries. we actually shaved the chocolate into curls with a potato peeler


May.
Love and life and life and love. New music discoveries (addicted to gospel soul music). The O.C., weddings, feverish kissing in the cloak room at Victoria's station, problematic situations with the doorbell/phone, lion flavored lollipops, circus runaways, good luck, rainbows, british fiends, meeting christain bale/steve carell, heber bowling alleys, ashley's work with cake that slightly looked like donuts, red hot air balloons, blades of grass between my toes, purple doll's death,shark snacks, brain shut down until september 13, fluffyland.

Do you feel better about yourself?

All we are, are just a couple of girls who wanted to have fun.
Yesterday I flew through a cloud. At first it was so bumpy and scary, I shook up and down and side and diagonal but then jenny said "open the window" . That's exactly when my heart skipped a beat. I tried to breathe but my breath was stolen from me. The sight that filled my eyes was more glorious than any words together could ever describe. I truthfully felt like i was flying in Heaven, a glimpse that could never be photographed, only burned into you, awakening your deepest desires. The impact of my cloud was astonishing. The time moved faster than I wanted. I never wanted to leave . The sun was there dancing on every fluff of diamond whiteness that towered overhead, I felt so close so overwhelmed, so small, I couldn't draw a breath for a full 3 minutes, and then it was over. My cloud slowly got smaller and smaller until it was only a prick in the past.

a think that I thoughted

one day as I sat in my garden, i pondered.
I wondered, and wandered and found so much deep beneath the bedrock.
What an exclamation I cried when surprise filled my sight.
It was so lovely I almost ran from fright. Terrifying glory, Sickening bliss, Ghastingly delightful, Delightingly Creepy, Underestimated heart-freezifying.
What might you ask? What is this thing, this living breathing slim and slow fast and ripped slothful thoughtingly churningly bottle of say?
One word slipped from my lips, 2 words tried to escape but one sufficed for the duration of opposites. -Lamp-
try again -prairie-
no again -Excellentation-
one more try -fracture-
why yes. that might be it. where else could something be so say?
three time I was looking seven a greleven way to say the say. ten the first time I ran after it. fourteen the second, I almost felt altwo. But after the third try I decided that nine all of the efforts and not fifty reasons, I went six the last sevender and tee on the fouree, but all that added up ninety was zero.

Guess Who?

Hi!

I'm so bored. work is boring boring boring forever.
Today for work
I cleaned my phone with a paperclip,
listened to the entire soundtrack for chocolat the movie.
made a ring out of blue paper.
took a 20 min bathroom break.
drew tony's face for Laura's life size doll of him.
almost played croquet.
text messaged people.
made an ad about plasma!
looked at pictures of people who recently got married on facebook
read every article in the Daily Universe and cut out pictures to tack on my wall
got invited to go to Arizona with some hot boyz
ate gum that made me crave donut holes

and then wrote about it all




My drawing

You know you need a life when your iPod starts talking to you

Dubya: I was sitting there trying to put some tv shows that I "TiVo"ed onto my 160 GB iPod but he was sitting there saying "Hello there! I'm full." What a glorious day when you can fill your entire 160 GB iPod, it's even more glorious when you discover it can talk.

of course you aren't considered to have a life either if you call an iPod " is that your shiny box with a bullseye on the table?" I love grandma

Who needs a life anyway as long as your a happy slappy campervan I say that's the best life there is.

Sometimes I don't do dumb things

but most of the time I do.

Dumb Moments today:

While running on the treadmill at the gym, the most perfect song ever came up on my iPOD. I was feeling it so badly I had this incredible urge to dance. It was so overpowering but I couldn't just break down and dance right in the middle of the gym, so I disciplined the dancing only to my hands but then my shoulders suddenly joined and my head and my feet started stepping step tapping to the beat I couldn't help myself! Basically I was dancing in the gym on a treadmill, and you know what I don't care.

Then of course after all that sweaty dance running extravaganzas I had to take a shower. WORST feeling ever when you get out of a nice warm shower and it's freezing outside of it, and you realize that you forgot to get a towel. luckily there was a 2-inch wash cloth left on the counter or I would have been caught in a sticky-wicky

After that was breakfast! fluffy scrambled eggs and toast. I always have so much eggshell drama. My mama buys the eggs that are so hard to crack so I am prone to hitting the egg really hard to get a nice clean crack (never happens). I recently attended a cooking class where the lady cracked eggs kind of funny but I thought I would try it. She would smash the egg flat on the counter and it always came out without any shells. So I got my egg out, smashed it on the counter and the entire egg came out all over the counter. Cool.

MAR-ADS

Code word: Pandemic

It's an odd sort of pandemic. an epic pandemic
One where people are past feeling, one where their emotional range is the size of a teaspoon and that small teaspoon is only their flavor. exception.
Self-centeredness seems to be the subject of today. perfection the other.
Everyone is searching for something, someone. When one is presented it seems to be their perfect most desired flavor for a while, but that is precisely when the disease unfolds: symptoms: your head is no longer regular size, rather it's transformed into something like a rose-tinted machine but it just doesn't seem to fit right, it's forced on and squeezes your eyes until all slowly turns black and all you can see is a picture of you because that is all you remember. soon it's all you want to remember. When rose-tinted glasses were the true style, life was simple, 2 weeks and you would know, 50 years past there are only trails of petals falling from your spectacles, no regrets, what you feel is real. they accepted. Today they fall but naturally is not the style. The pandemic has seized millions, not just here but across the world. More is expected more is demanded, unnatural and plastic. prim and sheen. sadly there is little hope of seeing in when the blindness prevails, there are things that only meet the eye yet even more that meets the soul. who knows what could have been.

istock is useful for more than ads about roommates fighting

this is the first wedding dress i found that I'm quite fond of. I am not a fan of the typical Allyse's bridal (actually I'm a big hater) typical modest ones gahhg, mine is going to be modest of course but different, it's hard to explain what's in my head on this subject so we just have to piece it together bit by bit

bubbly fluff puff

I got a brain and more than just half a one

Merci pour les fleurs

I remember the first time I heard the word "blog"
It sounded to me like something you find hidden somewhere that is very unpleasant, unexpected and undesirable to discover. something black gooey and pulsing. it turned out to be quite the opposite.

in fact blogs are very pleasant and desirable to discover. I like them for the reason that you can type into the unknown. You put your words out there and there is some sort of relief that comes by pressing a big orange button that says "publish post" and sending your words that came from inside of you to somewhere only no one knows, on an adventure, to be read and cherished even if it's only by you.

Look it's Siena!

I found this picture in the Daily Universe today it's Siena's world famous Palio horse racing! cool! That is going to be my new hometown in the Fall so I get excited about these things. Go Porcupine!

Anime?

Why do I like it so much!
It makes me laugh so hard, it's actually really entertaining and high quality if you watch the right kind (the Cowboy Bebop series is a good pick)
Cameron introduced me to cowboy bebop today and I'm hooked! Jen and Him watch it as often as possible.
Jen and I used to watch random anime shows downstairs together and we would laugh so hard. I love how they talk and yell at the same time, it's hard to explain you just have to experience it for yourself
You can't get any better than a night full of Sailor moon, Kiki's delivery service and Cowboy bebop the movie.
Quality grub.

Or Dare

it was dark and i had to take a picture to see where my key hole was.
I was way off as you can see. I'm a little handicapped sometimes.
I probably looked it too cause i got pulled over that night, for reasons of driving on people's yards. Don't worry I really wasn't but the officer didn't believe me or Marit for a while because we looked like drag queen druggies on account of our very important photo shoot being that night which required crazy-bus hair and creepy yet sassy Amy Winehouse maquiage. We looked really hot, he just wanted our numbers but he didn't have the courage to ask us so he was just mean instead and treated us like brainless 5 year olds who got caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar (who me? yes you. couldn't be! then who?).
My theory on Police: The nerdy guys who always got picked on in high school, now they are taking it out on everyone else, just because they can. Nobody will ever like them. Sorry but you can't force people to like you just because you have pretty lights on top of your car. Underneath all the status and badges, big guns, muscles and greasy hair, you're still just scrawny little Durf the Drag with the ego of a muskrat and the heart of a whampion.

Truth

Marit is kind of teaching me how to sing!
here's two of the songs i'm working on singing by "A Fine Frenzy" I love them they are beautiful but kind of sad, I'm really bad at singing, but Marit says that I have lots of potential so I kept trying.
you can sing along if you like to sing too.

"Ashes And Wine"

Don't know what to do anymore
I've lost the only love worth fighting for
I'll drown in my tear storming sea,
That would show you, that would make you hurt like me

All the same
I don't want mudslinging games
It's such a shame
To let you walk away

Is there a chance?
A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel?
A reason to fight?
Is there a chance you may change your mind?
Or are we ashes and wine?

Don't know if our fate's already sealed
This day's spinning circus on a wheel
I'm ill with the thought of your kiss
Coffee laced intoxicating on her lips

Shut it out
I've got no claim on you now
Not allowed to wear your freedom down

Is there a chance?
A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel?
A reason to fight?
Is there a chance you may change your mind?
Or are we ashes and wine?

I'll tear myself away
That is what you need
There is nothing left to say
But

Is there a chance?
A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel?
A reason to fight?
Is there a chance you may change your mind?
Or are we ashes and wine?
The day's still ashes and wine
Or are we ashes?

"Almost Lover"

Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
Images

You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick

I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
I should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me
Images

And when you left you kissed my lips
You told me you'd never ever forget these images, no

I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
I should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So you're gone and I'm haunted
And I bet you are just fine
Did I make it that easy
To walk right in and out of my life?

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
I should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

Bubble Trouble

Bubble baths are out of this world.
I forgot how delightful they are.
I still eat the bubbles even though i'm 20.5 and i know it's not good for you, but i'm
still alive.
I miss it already.
Fluff puff stuff, it's rough being far from it.
My new favorite word is: Tuft, "I held a tuft of bubbles in my hand. One by One the little bubbles popped and the tuft was just a wet hand."
Kendis and Shanda and I used to take bubble baths together! and we changed the words to "There is a Green Hill Far Away" to "There is a bubble far away without a city wall" Whenever it was my turn to sing Kendis would turn the speaker phone on throughout the whole house so everyone could hear. That was when I first discovered I had bony elbows, Shanda told me that.

I had a good joke but i forgot it right now, it had to do with an egg. keep reading this really good stuff that I write, and maybe one day it'll remember it.

I've gotten incredibly terrible at cracking eggs lately for some reason. Today i tried to make scrambled eggs and the first egg i cracked only a small hole appeared at the top, so i shook the egg out and it took like 10 minutes to ooze out, i don't know why I didn't crack it again. The second egg, i decided to give it a nice hard whacking, it didn't even crack except for a tiny sliver! My mum buys invincible eggs. so i did it again and the shell shattered into the tiniest fibers possible, I don't understand how that even happened. I gave up trying to scrap microscopic eggshells out of my scrambled mess and ate it anyway. I used to be the master one hand crackin' champion, those were the glory days, now I've got to get used to eating shell. I told myself that it was just salt and gobbled it right up. gobble.

That was a dumb joke, it wasn't even funny, it was just a dumb.

Royksopp!

Gloria's little Italy!

SO AMAZING. Even though I've never been to Italy, I definitely have had a lot of Italian food in my lifetime and Gloria's has trumped them all so far, we'll see after I go to the Real Big Italy in the Fall...For now I really like Gloria's.

You know you're in the right sort of restaurant when the people who work there speak Italian as well as the customers (like me: deue bimbi princhipessa and spaghetti). You've also struck gold when you get to sit in a little nook with windows looking out over the most breath-taking view of Tuscany even though you're really in Provo, Utah, you wouldn't believe it if someone told you. Everything is excellent to the core, plus if you're the lucky one that week you'll even get a little note on you're receipt to call your waiter with a winky smile as you walk out the door (this has happened more than once with my friends).

The Food.
The first time I went there I didn't want anything else but a Nutella Sandwich and it was the most incredible thing I couldn't have even imagined it in my dreams, warm gooey nutella on Bricocia lightly toasted bread, wow. Second time was last night and I ate bow tie pastas with a hint of Salsa pinkataoalalaquatroformaggio, can't spell it but is very bien.


Glorias=Glorious.

Today at work I even got to make 6 different coupons for Gloria's, I was ecstatic to help promote this delightful discovery.
Here's one of them

I am cursed.

I have the laughing and tickling curse
It always comes at the most inappropriate times. Everything is magnified 100 times than what everyone else is experiencing. Tickling and Laughing are one of the strongest forces of nature and mankind.
for example:

Sitting in sacrament meeting next to kendis during the prayer. (most of the bad explosions come in sacrament meeting at the most dead silent times too)

Getting a hair cut.

Watching a serious church movie next to Marit with the girl and the big black bow.

Any type of body contact with someone else, especially when it's a kiss and you get that tingly feeling where you feel so connected with that person, that is the MOST ticklish thing of my life, and i start laughing so hard. lots of times it doesn't turn out so good, they just don't understand how controlling it really is!

getting a pedicure or make-up done AHHHHH i don't like those one bit!

listening to someone talk who has the softest soothingest voice

seeing people trip or get hurt, hilarious, but not really, but really.

Really cheesy jokes that don't make sense like this: What is tall and Orange? The empire state carrot of course!
10 minutes after the joke...i'm still laughing
when everyone does not think it's funny, i find it really really really really funny. i must be loony

Anytime after the hour of 1am, everything is extremely funny

holding in the laugh is the hardest part, being a laughy person you would think i would be good at holding it in, but no. I still get the whole snort and tears rolling down my face explosions, i can't help it! and people think you are so rude

I'm good at immitating other people's emotions sometimes without my control...when i see someone cry i start tearing up, when i see someone laughing really hard...for example i was about to give a talk in sacrament meeting and Selia and Natalie were ducked down behind the benches and red faced laughing about something and i couldn't help but laugh along with them up there on the stand, people were probably so confused.

Giving a talk and looking at anyone i know, makes me laugh

i noticed that every time time i text message someone, it starts out with "ha ha"

If mary poppins were a true story, i would be the one up their with Uncle Albert because i love to laugh ah ha ha ha long and loud and clear doo dee doo

this one goose

one day i was sad and mar(roll the tongue)it told me the best story ever that made me laugh so hard. I completely forgot that i was sad, even though the story was about a shallow goose who got plastic surgery and only wanted to marry a goose that was pretty enough for him and thought his children gooselings were the ugliest things on earth and he ditched all his goothse (lisp) friends to live in the city to be pretty and popular and cool and rich. This story alone was not made to make anyone feel happy and joyous, I loved it nonetheless because every other line we had to stop for 10 minutes à cause de pure belly-rupturing laughter the kind where it hurts so bad it feels amazing! the kind where your face is stuck in the most hideous position semi-permanently and you can't move it even if you give all your effort possible because your abdominals are on fire and you can't stop the warm tears from falling down your cheeks. You're just kind of paralyzed in time and for the duration of your explosion, you experience the most intense bliss yet the most excruciating pain, that is one of my favorite feelings in the world. joyous pain. it turned my pain into the most jubilant sensation that fed my soul pink frosted cupcakes with the slightest sprinkling of sugared candy bits of delight. the story ended good though. fortunately the goose's kids had an inherited gene from their mother that the older they grow and the more someone else loved them for who they were, the more beautiful they became, so the old shallow goose got his beautiful family and was adored by all.

she crazy

BYU festivals are the perfect feeding ground if you are looking for a tasty piece of meat for a fantastic feast. I do believe that if you want that piece of meat bad enough it will be yours but you have to catch it first. Usually leaping antelopes don't eat meat but this story is about one who did just that and let me tell you this antelope turned into the meatiest lover you ever did meat. meet. west side walk it out south side walk it out, north side walk it out east side come heyeyey swivel swivel north comes before east bonefied hustler friends don't let friends do things like that. true friends are true friends are true friends. woah woah woah. tute, is the new cute. dont' you get sick of saying the same thing over and over, so you say tute instead of cute, it makes jen laugh. I'll find you a match hold on to this bucket of cheese, or is it 3 coins in a coffin? 3 coins can cause a total of 3 hours of laughter and 3 years of good memories and 300 times the story can be told plus 3 and it will never grow old 3 strikes doesn't always mean you're out.

Kendis likes Giraffes

her favorite animal is giraffes because their body to heart ratio shows that they have the biggest heart! and they have pretty eye lashes, and graceful long necks and cool spots

Unknown Friends

Today i drove down state street and saw the most interesting looking person of my life. I don't know if it was a boy or a girl man or woman but it was so happy there sitting on the corner with her/his/its green shiny bag, maybe it was a girl cause it had a green shiny bag and more than often girls carry around shiny bags, but you never know with this person. She/He/it was standing there mumbling to himself/herself/itself when a big bad motorcyclist drove by and she/he/it got so excited and gave him a friendly wave. The motorcyclist didn't even look in his/her/it's direction but I saw the unknown friend he had.

y'all come back naw

i just got back from a visit with my grandma, and she told the funniest stories ever! i never knew my grandma was so dang funny, or in texan sodurn hilarus. One of my favorite stories she told me was about this electric company who almost has the same number as her, her is 4565 and theirs is 6545. these people kept calling her and kept getting all huffy puffy about her not being able to do their electricity. one day this lady kept calling and calling and said, "Why do ya keep answering?" and grandma said "well durn why do ya keep calling, you gotta turn the numbers aroun" So then after this big episode, grandma made a decision she said "Well i got fed up with havin all these people call my number so i call the company and said What is your phone number, why do all these people keep calling me. me and ryan and jen looked at each other and laughed so hard, i'm still laughing. good thing she called the company to see what their number was or she never would have known what their number was, but wait how did she call to get their number.

It's a world full of people

I love people.

It's a world where geese and humans can live peacefully together

baby go home