Annie Gardner.

I just felt the need to write a blog, so here I am to write one.

One small problem though... I have NO idea what to write it on.

So I asked annie gardner.

And she said, Write it about me.

She is currently facebooking/indexing/ talking about beau shakespear, apparently that kid is the bees knees.

Anyway, here are some things I like about AGie kit.


1. Her sexy pants.
2. She purrs when you pet her under her chin.
3. She makes ham fried rice, sans raw onions.
4. She was so kind to me earlier and interrupted her indexing to put away my soup dish. that is love.


and on her birthday I took this picture:

prech. right?




also, the fact that you lie to me is not the corner of our friendship agie, it is just the part that i like, because everyday is an adventure. And i don't count them as lies so much as I do flash fictions of your/our life.

L-O-L-A Lola

When I was really small my dad and I went on a road trip. Part of me wants to say that we were headed to California to my great grandpa's funeral, or maybe we were on the same trip where I would see the ocean for the first time. Who knows, maybe all of that was even in the same trip, I guess the reasons why are irrelevant. But there we were, driving down the freeway in the middle of the night, he was in the driver's seat and I was riding shotgun. He must have had his tape of 'Lola Versus Powerman and the Moneyground Part One' by The Kinks, or maybe it came on the radio. Either way, he meticulously taught me every single word to 'Lola'.

I remember singing my little heart out while I watched semi-trucks passed to the steady strum of a steel guitar. It is the first time I can really remember loving a song, loving the feeling of singing at the top of my lungs in a car. Anyway, I love this song. I love that this is the first song I can remember loving, and I love that the memory tied to it is singing at the top of my lungs with my dad.

Some Catchy Song Lyric Here.

I have just spent the better part of an hour attempting to find the perfect song to suddenly hint at for the title of this blog, and for some reason I cannot find it. I can find about 32 that almost have it, so rather than some neat semi-reference to some awesomeness, you get a half-assed (yeah, I said it right, two points for me.) attempt. 

Here are some things that make me super happy as of late:

1. Listening to vinyl. Seriously, the best thing in the world.

2. Listening to the rain beat down on the carport outside my window, its lovely.

3. The smell of the rain creeping through my windows.

4. The weekend I spent with Trent, here are a few highlights:

• Doing the thing.
• Being read Tina Fey in bed.
• Car dancing.
• Attempting to pull him up from the floor and carrying him up the stairs to bed.
• Road tripping.
• Writing get out of work free notes.
• Sitting in a comfortable silence.
• Dancing in the kitchen.
• Pretty much the entire weekend... It was pretty much way more fun than our senior year spring break failure of 08. At the very least, it was a lot more mentally healthy.

5. Talking to Rachie more. I love love LOVE her. and I am sooo glad that we are texting and calling each other more frequently.

6. All the test writers.

7. The kittens.

8. Dreaming in languages that I do not know.

9. Laying on my bed talking about really nerdy things, whilst trying to figure out why Chelsey is sending faxes at 2 am, and then laughing so hard I start squeaking. (This really happens. Ask Mary and Trent, it happened the night of Weezer too.)

There are more things. But I am quite content in my little life right now. 

I am soooooooooo very excited for this next weekend too. I am going up north and I can hug the crap out of Rach, and probably Brandon, and I can meet their new family addition, Frankie. I can spend more time with the Trent. It is going to be the besteset. And................. lets be honest, I am excited to see Adam. 

This is a complete sidenote, but I get really excited when Brandon comments on my blog, it makes me feel like I have said something neat. So, here is a random shout out to a dear friend. :]

One more thing I like lately:

Half sitting, half standing, in my chair at work, eyes closed, music up loud, mouthing the words to some awesome song with all my heart. (There is probably a bit more dancing involved here too...)

Yay.

In Other News

I have watched High Fidelity and Breakfast at Tiffany's, a few times this week. I love them both dearly. But watching them has led me to a couple of conclusions:

1. I totally and completely have a desire for someone to engrave a Cracker Jack box ring for me. And, if they don't make Cracker Jack rings of metal anymore, I will settle for some other cheap metal ring. It would be awesome.

2. I still am head-over-heels for Mr. John Cusack. Um... who wouldn't be?

3. What happened to mix tapes? Why don't we make them for each other any more? It is strange to me. Earlier this week a friend got delivered flowers to work, with some cheesy card. It was precious. You know what I said when we got out of ear shot? I said, "I like flowers, I like getting them delivered... You know what would be soooo much more amazing? Getting a mix tape/cd." I stick to it. Even if for tradition sake, the card was replaced with the mix tape and the flowers were still there. But seriously, mix tapes people. I am telling you, that is where it is at. 

Sometimes Things Are Sad

Today was a strange mixed up day, super emotional if you will.

I was so happy all day. I got up, listened to some good music, got dressed, and made a lunch. Then I jumped on a bike and started our ride to work, listening to Rilo Kiley. A grand way to spend the morning. I got to work and I did fixes all day, I am pretty sure my brain melted. I chatted and spent the day with lovely people. We went and watch Ben perform at open mic night, he did wonderfully by the way. Buy his cd on itunes.

Then I got a call from my mom. And I knew what it meant, and my heart broke for some dear friends. I haven't been the best at keeping in contact with the Whitaker family lately. Or for a long time. I kind of dropped off of the face of the Earth when it comes to the people in my old ward, I have my reasons... And none of them are really good, mostly time and distance, with a dash of fear and probably a sprinkle of pride. I guess it is easier to say, that at some point in my life I needed to cut ties. I needed to cut them fast and hard and rather than explain myself, I just ran. I feel bad about that. But this isn't about my guilt, and I probably shouldn't have even brought it up. ANYWAY. My mom told me that Risa had passed away. It is such a bittersweet thing. I cannot even imagine what their family is going through right now. I thought about what it would be like to lose my sister, and I cannot even imagine. Horrible. But then I remembered our Heavenly Father, and there is comfort there. Mostly, I think I wish I could give them a big hug. I don't know why, I just feel like hugs make things easier.

Mostly, I just ask that you say a little prayer for the Whitakers, even if you don't know them. Trust me, they are amazing people.

Thanks.

Day Light Savings Time

This year, I was particularly grateful for daylight savings time, mostly because it meant that by the time I get off of work, I would have sunshine. Amazing right?

But I forgot the biggest downside. I cannot sleep.

It is now almost 1:30 am, and I am wide awake.

My body needs to adjust quicker.

An Excuse or Two

I have not blogged in a long time, short two sentence blog aside, it has been a while, a LONG while. Its not even like I don't have things to say, I have a lot of things to say right now, about many different topics, none of them are quite Internet worthy though. So I suppose rather than shooting my mouth off about things that will come back to bite me later, I have just bit my tongue. How uncharacteristic of me, I am fully aware.

I think the fact that I have been staying at work until at least 7pm every night isn't helping this fact. It makes me feel like my life is just one giant circle of living at work. I want to make it clear that I completely love my job, and I love 99% of the people I work 125%. (Do the math.) But by the time I get home, I just want to curl up in my bed and hibernate. I think that has to do with the fact that it is completely dark outside, and generally freezing.

Perhaps I need to get up earlier and do something with my life. Read, write, something. But that requires effort.  Sometimes I look at my life and feel completely stuck, but not really at the same time. I love my housemates. I love my job, for the most part. I love my friends. So in those respect not stuck.

But I miss my family. I miss trent. I miss rachel. Its hard being so far away from them. I look forward to weekends when I can go up there, because even though it is not my Oregon home or my Oregon family, they are my family, and my Utah home... Its weird. I am weird. And I am feeling weird today.

All  of these things lead to my nonblogness lately. sorry world.