People.

Loving this post.

(by the way, she's a gifted photographer. and person. and my roommate.)

I'm surrounded by some incredible people.

Thanks to you all.

Life would stink without you.

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I'm puttin my dreams on the line and praying that they won't get stuck

This is a little late.

But this is my Advertising Application Video.

Many thanks to Natalie who was willing to be me for a few shots, Josh for shooting the whole thing in 3 hours on a Saturday, Bob and Janssen for helping with the editing, and thanks to the Advertising Program for liking it.

I heart you all. Seriously.

ps: It worked :)

MAJOR Love

Remember this post?

And this one?

Well.

I got in.

If you haven't seen this commercial, do watch it. It's fabulous.

And this one, too.

*sigh of relief*

"Let me show you what I'm made of:

...good intentions are not enough." Loving this song.

Love-to-be:

Remember this letter?

It occurred to me the other day, that when we meet, I might be the one that needs to be patient and not get upset if you're upset about another girl.

A girl from your past who is still on your mind and in your heart. A girl that I will probably need to forgive, in my own heart, for how she hurt you. A girl that probably didn't really do anything wrong besides not be the right one for you.

So. If that is the case, I want you to know that I'm not going anywhere. I've been a friend a few more times than I've been a girlfriend. I've got strong shoulders and a big heart.

Big enough for both of our issues. And big enough for that kind of love where it's not about me, but about you. And what you need.

I just hope that what you need is me.

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the weather/me

I feel like I might be getting sick.
Generally, my pattern is that I feel pretty sick for a day or maybe two.
And then I feel better.
So, I guess we'll see how tomorrow goes.

For tonight:
-tomato soup will replace brownies as my "fourthmeal."
-a humanities paper will be submitted by midnight , about something that has yet to be decided.
-hopefully I will get to bed around midnight, or before. that would be a nice change.

Hope you're all healthy and well!*

*(as opposed to wealthy and......which is what I almost typed)

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Craving California

Today, while sitting in Spanish class, I could almost feel the warmth of the sun, even in the basement of the Humanities building.

Utah looked like summer for a little while.

I love California. I always have. I consider myself 1/4 California girl, because my mom grew up there.

California, to me, means laying in the sun all day long and reading a good book.

California means having that salty smell on your skin and beach waves in your hair.
California means getting rid of your blow-dryer.

California sunshine is so beautiful, you can't help but feel fabulous.

I dream of living in a tiny little apartment right near the beach, waiting tables at some hole-in-the-sand restaurant to pay the bills, and spending all my free time playing on the beach. Just for a little while, I think that would be heaven.

And that means I'd have to learn how to surf.

But I'm okay with that.

pic from our trip to california last year.*

*this picture reminds me of Saved by the Bell or Step by Step or something or even Babysitter's Club, in a random way.

Let's pretend like it's the summer.

The past six days have been pretty heavy.

Two midterms.

One weekend living in the Adlab.

3 days of falling asleep in my classes (what's new?).

This week has been good to me, though. The crappy days are a reminder of what I'm capable of, and I needed that.

"Fear less, hope more; eat less, chew more; whine less*, breathe more; talk less, say more; love more and all good things will be yours."

-Swedish Proverb

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*I'm working on this one.

Human-i-tease

Today and last night I realized I would probablylove my Humanities class if I actually took the time to do the readings. (Or do them earlier than 12 o'clock at night).

So I'm recommitting to this on-again, off-again relationship I have with my studies.

Dear Humanities,
I know that you are just a GE class. And that you don't directly relate to my major (although I do plan on advertising to humans, not animals).

But I am going to love you. We'll be good friends, spending lots of time together. (Thank you, 2660-page Norton Anthology of Western Literature)

And I promise to not save all the readings until the day before the late day of the test.

Love,
A girl that really wants to care about old Greek and Roman guys, orders of columns, and well, humanity.

{This line, which I read last night, from the Satyricon, struck me:

"He's got a clock in the dining room and a trumpeter all dressed up to tell him how much longer he's got to live."*

I feel like this needs to be made into a contemporary rock song.}






*Though I love this line, Trimalchio, I think you are a buffoon.

a daydream in a cup*

*several people have already posted about this song. but I love it, nonetheless.

A few small battles I feel like I'm winning:

-cleaning up my room and doing some laundry

-conquering the physical science exam.

-reaching out and saying hi to people I know, even if they might not remember my name.

-feeling like I'm actually being productive when I'm in the Adlab.

-making new friends.

-accepting the truth. and moving on.

-bridling my jealous tendencies

-making an apple pie entirely from scratch.

It's been a pretty good week so far.

Tea-drinking, yoga-doing, bohemian chic

Yesterday, Katie, Kellie and I decided we wanted to be sophisticated and mature.

So, naturally, we bought two different kinds of herbal tea:

African Apple Red

and

some mix of chamomile and lemongrass*


Well.

They were both pretty gross.


I guess we'll stick with apple cider and hot cocoa. For now, at least.

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*(I actually kind of like chamomile tea, but only when I've got a head cold.)