Archive for April 2012


cant. stop. watching. numbers. change.


try and count with the "google searches today" or the "public healthcare expenditure today" ones.
ive been trying for about 20 minutes now.
i think its impossible.

its one of thoooose mornings.
you know,
the one where you slam your leg against the corner of the desk, the same leg you have a grapefruit sized bruise on from the day before and have now acquired a limp because of it.

the one where you go to pick up your tea-to-go and the lid isnt on so hot stuff goes all over you.

the one when you realize you emailed your teacher named Matt happy birthday instead of you little brother. realizing this only because of the response received from the teacher.

the one where you forgot your work keys at home at 8am so you run back across campus just to realize that you did not forget them. they were just in a different pocket in your back back.

the one where you look at the weather report and it reads that there will be rain, wind, and clouds all week.

the one when its only 8:31am and the reoccurring thought in my head is"is it 4:15 yet?"


i watched this video, and had some good discussion about it with my roommate.
weve been trying not to say "sorry" so much when sorry isnt what we mean.
ive been failing at it.
but im recommitting my self right meow.

i am by no means a U2 fan.
but this version of this song was the first thing i wanted to listen to when i woke up this morning.

"Without God, life would end at the grave and our mortal experiences would have no purpose. Growth and progress would be temporary, accomplishment without value, challenges without meaning. There would be no ultimate right and wrong and no moral responsibility to care for one another as fellow children of God. Indeed, without God, there would be no mortal or eternal life."

Taken By Trees.
all. morning. long.
and Ani DiFranco.

i work with a guy from spain.
according to him, when women get to a certain age (23) in spain they say that their "rice is starting to burn."
whelp, tomorrow my rice starts burning.
what ever that means.
bring it on.

while cleaning out my closet two things i said way too often:
1. this dress is good for wearing to the beach.
2. i ll keep this for when i grow an inch or two.

1. i live in idaho. as far as i know there is no beach here. and no, Riby lake does not count.
2. i am almost 23. preeeeeety sure i am not going to grow an inch or two.

therefore, the closet has been emptied. youre welcome shoppers of the Rexburg DI.

p.s. my life is good.
i am so blessed.
i am happy.

i some how ended up on a website that was just the poetry of Hafez and Rumi
they were both persian poets and have written some interesting things.
for some reason or another my mind keeps going back to this one by Hafez

Tired of Speaking Sweetly

Love wants to reach out and manhandle us,
Break all our teacup talk of God.
If you had the courage and
Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights,
He would just drag you around the room
By your hair,
Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world
That bring you no joy.
Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly
And wants to rip to shreds
All your erroneous notions of truth
That make you fight within yourself, dear one,
And with others,
Causing the world to weep
On too many fine days.
God wants to manhandle us,
Lock us inside of a tiny room with Himself
And practice His dropkick.
The Beloved sometimes wants
To do us a great favor:
Hold us upside down
And shake all the nonsense out.
But when we hear
He is in such a "playful drunken mood"
Most everyone I know
Quickly packs their bags and hightails it
Out of town.

social media scares me.

this talk:

how. cool.

by "wife" they meant husband.

my mother will probably kill me for posting this picture of her. BUT my parents are seriously the greatest. they make it so hard to go back to school after a visit at home.
My parents are the hardest workers i have EVER met and the most generous and kind people.

best advice a mother could give prior to boarding a train: 
"Make sure you get on the train going in the right direction!"

now on to southern california, and then back to the real world.

as cat women says in batman returns, "holding on to your every word."

spring break is the best. watching mad men all afternoon with this girl:

"Blues Musicians Don't Retire, They Drop"

"I'm going to stand up and somebody is going to pay attention to me."

i am at home.
california home. it is really great. sun shine. family. dogs. thrift stores. the few friends that are left. lots of time to read. and think. and do nothing if thats what i want to do. its odd being the only child at home, but im enjoying it. ive been watching disney movies on vhs. lots of disney movies. one of my many talented friends should cover this song. i feel like it is under appreciated.

tonight is a dr. strangelove kind of night.

a day in the life of

cupcake vending machines

potting project


fold up bike

charlie the tree 

home is one of the greatest places on earth.

last thoughts on Woody Guthrie.
dont watch the video. just listen to it.

lots and lots of prayer.
de-cluttering. Sly and Family and Muddy Waters. last minute teacher meetings. finished projects. stress.
finished semester. lots of happiness. white glove. packing. playing catch up with old friends.
and this guy:

a bench that easily sits 4 all to him self while 5 girls sit on the floor.
and singing with his head phones on while playing video games on his computer. he was killing me.

that one time

when our apartment complex canceled our dish package so we didnt have byu tv to watch conference.

Etta James has been on in our room all morning.

Sock Monkey got his portrait taken today.
he's really growing up.
thanks for capturing this time in his life Mel.
(she also took some neat ones of our apartment) 

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