Obviously.

Hey Hey Hey

I've deleted over 100 friends on facebook.

i should have deleted more but frankly I like to stalk the ones i didn't.

I want to fly some where i've never been preferably New York or Hawaii.

Am I always talkin about those two places in particular?

Yep. One day i'll buy a one way ticket.

This next summer.

I wish I had a story to tell.

I went to the institute dance

I painted a UVU shirt just for the occasion.

There were a lot of people there.

We danced like crazy just us two. 

We were asked to dance every slow dance we didn't run from.

am i 12? Yes.

Then some handsome men came in. 

four of them.

they said hi.

we liked them. 

they followed us around the dance floor from afar.

we didn't talk.

We left, mostly because I was asked to slow dance by some what of a forty year old with bad facial hair, they walked out right behind us.

Walking to our cars they yelled goodbye.

I'm still regretting it.

i should have said something to them.

they were gorgeous and now were at home empty handed.

what do i have to lose...nothing.

in fact without saying something i already have.

We're all living on borrowed time...

....Right?
So why can't I be happy with my oreo ice cream (or rather my brothers), my loud music, and my experimentation of new art?
Because I'm human, I guess.

Sometimes I wonder how artists like Jeff Koons become famous.
Oh my bad, who wouldn't want the work that he paid people to create for him and he just signs it?
It's quite ridiculous frankly.
I don't know what's more so...him or the people that are suckered into purchasing his work for a half a million dollars or more.
I'm sorry if I have offended those Koons lovers but most of all I'm sorry that you like his work.

I want to watch "She's the Man" and eat watermelon.
I don't own "She's the Man" and the melon was eaten last night.

I want to attend a party that would actually be hoppin' but with cute good boys.
Maybe the institute dance would bring that into my life.
I have Softball tonight that may make me miss the dance and therefore might change my life forever.

I've been into connecting the dots lately, how if you do one thing, just one little thing it can turn your life in a completely different direction.

I watched Steve Jobs speech he made at a Stafford graduation.
He talked about connecting the dots in his life. He went to College for a while, dropped out, and took classes he wanted. He took a Calligraphy class. Little did he know the Calligraphy he learned would all be designed into the Mac.
This is why I've been connecting things in my lovely life of late.
It's interesting.

The Bosch boy said he wanted to date me.
I told him I wanted to just be friends.
It blew up in my face or rather he got in my face about it.
I'm okay with it.
Like really okay with it.
I don't think you'll be hearing much about him or me hearing from him.
Like ever.

I still haven't gotten dressed today.
It's not because I've been lazy but because I don't want to find an outfit.
In fact, maybe it is because I'm lazy.
It's days like these that make me wish I still had my savings to go shopping for a whole new get-up.

It's called printmaking and it hurts my hands.
It's not due for another 2 weeks.
I'm getting it done early.
This never happens.

It's time to be lazy until night school.

We're chillin'& likin' it.

It's our first time being away from school and work together this week.

So happy.

We might have to go thrifting in a year when I replace the money that was spent on my college tuition.

but hey, i'm surviving.

So the bosch boy,

as i like to call him,

he came in again.

It's a long story. 

We didn't go on the date that was planned.

He asked if he could visit and didn't show up.

I didn't think anything of it.

Whatever.

I don't have self-esteem issues. I figured he got caught up with something or didn't know we closed earlier then most stores.

Well...to make the story shorter...

We ran into each other at school. He apologized for not showing up. He got nervous.

He texted me.

We've been talking.

He came in again today.

He asked me out for saturday.

Maybe I'll tell the story of why he came into the work place and how he was actually supposed to get miss. tam's phone number.

If you want the gory details, which are better then the snippets, feel free to give me a ring.

college

It's here again.

So many boys.

So goodlooking.

So married.

I like college only because I like art (and checking out married men...apparently).
A little too much.
In school my life revolves around it. Which makes me extremely abnormally happy.
My homework is sketching, ahhhh, kill me now with happiness.
Every semester I look forward to my new classes.
So far this semester? I'm loving it.
It's only been the first day. Haha....haha.....ha..ha...ha......haha.
I'll be wanting to kill myself in a month or so.

I have a new story in hand.
With new adventures such as college comes great stories.
So tam and i are driving down center, or as we like to emphasis cener street, and this car pulls to the side of us.
We're always on the look out for PHAT (pronounces as fat) men.
Pretty. Hott. And. Tempting.
Tam whispers "he could be cute."
I look and said "yeah and probably married"
like all the cute men in my classes.
We pulled up to a red light and this was our chance to check out his hand.
yes we do realize this is not a sure sign.
All I saw was him bent over with something leaking out of his face. I was only sure that it was wet.
I assumed it was spit, but then again why would he be spitting in his car?
I looked forward and told tam to look his way.
He was blowing his nose on a t-shirt he grabbed from the back seat.
I'm guessing it wasn't spit I saw.
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.
The next thing I knew this fine man started loading up on cough syrup.
Poor guy.
He was sick and we were judging him.

ward prayer

So we've had this stalker, tam and i.

I really shouldn't call him a stalker cause he's not all there, but quite frankly he is.

He called tambam 8 times one sunday.

She didn't answer.

He left messages instead. Asking out on date messages.

He does this to every girl.

He gets their phone numbers asks them if they have a boyfriend then asks them out repeatedly.

He's done this to tam several time and she keeps getting out of it, probably since she lied about having a boy toy (does that sound naughty?) in St. Geezy.

What a bum.

Moving on to ward stare.

He came.

He hardly ever comes. Thank goodness.

But this time he did. I was avoiding him, which is not easy.

Hence the reason why it didn't work. 

He appeared in my group of friends.

He asked if he could have my cell phone number and whipped out his little bitty note pad and pen.

I told him no, but he could have my home phone.

He asked me what was wrong with my cell phone. 

I told him it blacks out.

It does, i'm not a liar.

I then ignored him and started talking to my friends. The ones that were secretly laughing or not so much.

He vanished and reappeared behind me.

He asked me if i'd like to go on a date sometime.

I said no, I don't think so. 

I don't have a soul.

He then asked me "are you saying no you don't want to go on a date?"

"No thanks."

"Are you just too busy?"

"Yeah I guess, with school starting up and with work."

He was upset. I don't think he's ever been turned down before.

He was just holding another girls hand a week ago.

Honestly.

So,

First I have to apologize. 

I lied. 

Fashion Friday was band from my blog. Just for this week.

Or maybe its because I was out of town and was lazy.

Yep, that's it.

We left and relaxed for 24 hours in Heber and Park City.

It was a party. Pictures will be coming soon aka tomorrow.

Then we lost horribly in our Softball game once again.
It's fine.
I'm used to it.
It's not gonna happen again.
If I have to I'll trip every one of those stinkin' runners heading for home or tackle them, which ever they prefer. I'll ask them as I'm barreling towards there bodies.

So this boy that I've been talkin about.
Yeah.
We're supposed to be going out on wednesday.
Hopefully I won't be stood up.
He's kind of really funny.
He assumed I was LDS because I acted like a member.
I told him I was baptist.
I kinda scared him a little bit. 

Yep,

A man.

The only man that actually has a story worth telling.

Our first encounter and so far the only encounter.

So I'm sitting there in the work place with Tam because we're that cool; we work together

and this boy comes walkin' in.

There were quite a few customers so I ignored him at first. 

I asked him if he needed help. He said yes.

We didn't have what he was looking for and I left.

Done and done.

He stuck around. 

He comes walking by and I apologized that we didn't have what he needed. He said that it was ok and that he actually had another question for me not concerning kitchen supplies. 

Ummm sure.

and this is how our conversation proceeded, to the best of my memory.

"Are you guys sisters?"

"Yes"

 "Twins?"

"Yes"

"Is this a family owed business?"

"Yes, well I guess so, my uncle owns it."
So clever and witty. I know.

Then we said our polite goodbyes.

I mean I can't understand for the life of me why he didn't ask for my number at this point in time. seriously.

We could have been great friends; we already had a pleasant conversation with the yeses.

An hour or so, maybe less, I wasn't keeping track, this same boy walks in. I was busy helping a kind womanly soul. he stood there waiting patiently. 

When the customer had left our second convo was as told,

"You're back"

"Yes, but not for anything kitchen related."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah I was actually wanting a phone number?"

"My phone number?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah"

He asked a few questions. I answered. He left.

Now people, yes I do realize at this point in time that he could very well be a creep.

I didn't ask questions.

I didn't even know if he was a religious man.

I was just completely shocked that a stranger of a boy, by himself, asked for my phone number. 

Really. How often does that kind of stuff happen? Rarely for me.

Tomorrow is fashion friday. I'll see you then.
Unless I'm struck with inspiration before then.

I miss my boy talk.

I do. Really.

I miss writing about every boy minute of my life.

It used to be good. 

I enjoyed bloggin' more when I did so.

I felt that my own life was a little bit juicy.

on a SIDE note, here's the niceembarrassinglyawkwardnessweirdo video I promised.

Please do enjoy.

A Rainy Day.

I love the gloomy, misty days, sitting home, watching shows, and talking with the family.

It's been one of those cold days today.

I decided that one thing from my pinterest should be accomplished. 

We'll see if I get my bum moving.

Maybe I'll just keep sitting here eating my Gushers, stalking peeps on facebook, and texting Adam. 

No, I want to go be thrifty and refashion something. 

It needs to happen.

We are the Avengers.

Midnight showing.

Best night of my life.

We watched Iron Man 2 While waiting first in line.

We got the best sets in the house. 

It was worth staying up until 3 o'clock in the morning,
& having my butt become jello.

Greatest movie of the century.

I'm obsessed...in a good way of course.

Oh No

My life is over as I now know it.

You see, 

I thought that I'd be social, bad idea.

Bad idea.

Bad idea.

One more time...

BAD IDEA.

This nifty little list was going around Relief Society the other sunday. 

It was my destiny list.

Joking.

It was a list to sign up for a ward date night. Fun huh? No. I let it pass, I didn't want to go on a simple yet awkward date with anyone in my ward. Especially since most of the normal ones moved out for the summer. 

Now are you getting my drift? Let me go on my friends...

So it comes back around the third time. I ripped it from my friends hands with frustration and sign my itty bitty name on that list, with a word of caution "call me if you dare."

Then I passed it on to Tambam she signed and pointed an arrow to my comment "Ditto". 

It was perfect.

I wasn't worried, I mean what were the odds that I'd be paired with someone I disapproved of, especially since it was "completely" random? 

My bum completely random.

I forgot about that stinkin' sign up sheet until the next sunday.

It went around again and I almost crossed out, no scribbled my name out to the point where the paper would be torn. I knew it was the spirit warning me, I didn't listen thinking it was my personal instinct.

At ward prayer they handed out the slips of paper to the boys, which had their womans' names written on them. Little did I know at this point I was on my death bed. I ignored the excitement and went to talk to my dear awesome friends. Then this boy, this boy, comes up to one of my friends, shows him his paper, snickers, and runs off, what a kid. I turned to him..my friend that is..and knew that it was me, he nodded to confirm my suspicion. He warned me earlier that it might be so. I was half expecting it. Then I died.

He's calling me at nine o' clock. My friend warned me.

I thought about ditching out, and then I thought about making his life miserable. hehe

I'm over it.

Him.

I should be working on finals, but I wanted to do a quick post.

He's pretty great.
We've been venturing out together quite a bit me and him.
Sometimes I think he's too good for me.
He makes me laugh more than he doesn't.
Often he doesn't get my subtle sarcasm; he's catching on.
I didn't get to see him tonight, so he called me instead.
He's also leaving to no mans land for the summer.
I might miss him, a little.

I knew it.

She showed, her stinkin' little face showed.

Crushin'

I think I might have a little crush. Shut the front door. It's the truth.
One problem, the Snitchel.
You see, today was gonna be the day, he was gonna sit by me, we were gonna talk, and we were gonna like it. There were no two ways about it.
We talked a bit before combined Relief Society and Priesthood.
I was waiting for the classes to exit out of their rooms, after I rang the bells.
Yes, I am the bell ringer, don't be jealous, it's hard work.
We traveled to the Chapel where class was to be held. We were to have the "big" talk.
You know the "big" talk. Dating. Marriage. Eternal Families.
Perfect.
I sat down.
He walked up to my row and continued on.
I looked back and he looked at me.
I pointed to the seat next to me, he smiled and came back my way. I saved it for him, and I told him so.
We were talking and laughing, just as planned.
Then here comes the Snitchel.
You know the girl that doesn't like you, and takes your men away.
Yeah it's happened several times now, and she's on the prowl again.
She came and stood right there. Just standing there waiting. Looking at us.
He asked if she would like to take a seat, as he scooted closer to me. She responded with a rough no.
She was mad. I was happy.
She kept standing, he kept insisting.
"only if you move over that way."
Don't give in. Looks at me. He scoots away. She sits down between us.
I was flaming mad, not that I showed it. I reached for my Scriptures and started to read to release the anger.
We still talked, not like we were supposed to. Snitch acted like we were best friends, I ignored her. After church we talked more, well Snitchel had to introduced him to all of her friends first.
He asked if he would see me at ward prayer.
I just pray that Snitchel won't show.

dating.

I know, I know, I haven't posted about my dating game in an extremely long time.
well you wanna hear all the punchy dets of my latest date?
I should really post more often about my social life. It's outrageously and socially awkward. Don't worry I've dropped all a'them weird ones like a rock. It's fine. All of them have been doubles so at least I have tam to watch my back...not for long though. What did she mean by that? Yeah that got your mind stirring.
back to the latest date, since all of you girls out there are just dying to hear about the anti-romance.
one word.
uni-as in unique and the eyebrows.
you know when you can't stop staring? Yeah been there, done that.
I survived.
He couldn't get over the fact that I didn't know my color.
"that's like not knowing your birthday"
yeah my fanny.
I didn't talk.
he'll live.

Just me.

It's still just me.

i found that five am is way to early to arise.

finals.

I only have one more. The overload is over. I'm tired.

That's what working full time, and actually having a social life does to ya.

I'm not bragging. Trust me if you knew the dets....

Friday night I met a boy. he was blind, not literally, as in we'd never met before.

I like him. He's sweet. Nice. A gentlemen.

Oh and he country danced with me. I went down swingin' aka an embarrassment to my boots.

Then Saturday came along. Good ol' Saturday.

What a perplexing date.
He wasn't as charming as the first one.

I didn't say a word. I played the silent game all by myself.

My mandude deserved it. Straight up.

Did I mention this was a triple? Yes tambam tagged along. Skywalker was FINE (her date). She got the good one.

(and he has already called her for their next date.)

They kinda like each other a lot.

Did I acknowledge the he knows Mr. J? Remember him?

My date was a bum.

I'm no longer the social butterfly I once was.

Blind Dates

always seem to disappoint me.
upside, their friend had a friend that was gorgeous, we talked.

this is gonna be a good life.

Today I saw someone.

I think I like him.

He won't say hi to me.

We're both intimidated.

It's Ironman used to be Z-squeeze.

Remember him?

Yeah we did the look-at-each-other-but-don't-say-anything-sly-smile-smerk-look-because-you've-been chatting-on-FB-and-haven't-talked-to-each-othe-in-three-years-so-keep-walking-keep-walking.

What dorks.

He saw me at my finest; early morning, tired, bed head, hat.
Do you think he could tell which one was which?

My facebook has been officially disabled after conference and the wise talks given.

I'll get is back in a month. 

Crushin'

I used to have a little wennie crush.

Um thats right. This "man" that I was talking about.

Yeah I dropped him like a rock.

A while ago.

You see he was, well a fool. For some reasons I will not announce.

The feelings that I had faded away.

We're still best buds.

Yeah, that's right, I did just pull the friend card.

"It's not you it's me. We can still be friends"

No but for real. We are for life.

Mostly because I never told him how I felt & I never will; my lips are sealed.

I've been addicted to "The Nine Lives of Chloe King". Alek is beyond fine. Brian needs to go or die which ever, just as long as he dissolves.

Go watch it. There might be one or two 5 second sketch scenes, thats what a fast forward buttons for, use it.