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February 28

Monday, February 28, 2011
Tomorrow is the day of death. This picture is the only thing that is keeping me from getting in my car and driving to Seattle. I must take the ACT for a second time. And then again in June. And then again in October. So, that's a total of four times. The first of which went quite well. The second of which is the result of my school's policies (EVERYONE MUST TAKE IT!). The third of which is so I can get a booklet back saying everything I missed and why. The fourth of which so I can do a kick-a job on it and get into the University of Seattle where I will spend my time studying in coffee shops and learning about human beings.

Cool.

Also, Sybil (or however you spell it) is such a disturbing movie.
I highly suggest you watch it.
It's about a woman with 53 (roughly) personalities.
Formerly known as Multiple Personality Disorder, but is now known as Dissociative Identity Disorder.

I really need some new  movies to watch.

My list is diminishing rather quickly.

Along with my tolerance for school and people who talk loudly.

Please don't talk loudly. There's no need.

February 27 - I went to a concert alone last night.

Sunday, February 27, 2011
This was the line. I'm sorry to say that I didn't make any new friends, unless you count the two hefty, lesbian women in front of me (you know, the usual). They liked my camera. But they liked coffee more, and seeing as how they didn't even have tickets, they left shortly after our meeting.


I've never been able to figure out if people actually live in these houses. I know that the owner lives in one, but there's like three other houses that are empty. There's one that's literally RIGHT next to the venue. One time I saw an old man sweeping the porch, like it was his house. I can't imagine an old person living in a house that had concerts going on in the garage next door every night. Maybe, he has sound proof windows. I guess that's a real thing. I went to my friend's house to watch a movie after the concert, and we could have it up as loud as we wanted to because the walls were sound proofed. I wonder how that even works.
Also, every time I type the word sound proof, I accidentally say soundproff. And then have to backspace. Every time.

Still in line... only this is thirty minutes later.

This is where the concert was at. Literally, it is a garage. I looked up for some reason while I was in there, and I could see a garage door that was up on the ceiling.


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The crowd and the stage...  in case you don't recognize...

I moved from where I was starting to begin with (where I'm standing while taking this picture) because the girl next to me wouldn't scoot over. Some people.

The drums begging for Rooney to come out and play.


Do you see the old woman who's digging in the red bag?
Well, at one point I looked over there, and she was pointing her camera at me. She took a picture, put the camera down, and then smiled at me.
Cool.

The small alley behind the stage for special, small people.


In case you didn't see it the first time, she's allergic to cats.

Eisley decided to turn up an hour after they were supposed to perform. I wasn't a fan of that move.

I sneaked a picture of Rooney's set list. I got to hear the first song, and half of the second. My ride decided they couldn't wait ten minutes for me to see the band I had paid and waited two and a half hours to see. 





Why is this photography blurry? I was running to the car so they wouldn't leave me.
Why did I post it? I feel it depicts my mood at the time. Mostly sadness, but there was some happiness mixed in.
Moral of the story:
Never attend a concert alone unless you know you will not be raped by people's eyes and you know you will be able to stay for the band you paid to see.

February 26

Saturday, February 26, 2011
My favorite kind of snow is the kind that has huge snowflakes and doesn't stick to the roads. This usually doesn't occur everyday. Fortunately, Friday morning brought me much happiness when my drive to school started out looking like the above photograph.
I love snow.
And I love you... What?

I'm now in counseling for my hoarding. This is a before picture... I'm still working on the after.


My friend and I  embarked on a Liberation Brunch journey to Dear Lizzie. My food was a delight. Humus, spinach, and red peppers on pita bread, along with a side of fries, a slice of orange, and a piece of lettuce.
Joy.
Liberation.
I high suggest this journey to anyone who feels they are in the need for dainty, classy things.

I love this so much. I want it to be in my future sitting room, next to a vase of yellow chrysanthemums.

February 24. (I am a hoarder.)

Friday, February 25, 2011
Hoarding: the excessive collection of items, along with the inability to discard them. Hoarding often creates such cramped living conditions that homes may be filled to capacity, with only narrow pathways winding through stacks of clutter. Some people also collect animals, keeping dozens or hundreds of pets in unsanitary conditions.

I think I'm a hoarder.

I really don't want to end up like our dear friend Hanna.
I now refuse to watch Hoarders.
I can't get the image of her shockingly, unproportional body out of my mind.
Also, on that same episode, there is a man named Gary. I can't find a video of him anywhere, but I can assure you that he is terrifying.
At one point in the show they are searching for him among the rubbish. They are trying to interview him but he doesn't want to be found. They keep calling him on the phone (which this couple has to use to communicate because the piles are so bad) and finally they hear him set it down through a wall. So, they finally locate him and knock on the door. He refuses to answer and tells them to **** off. They open the door to find him sitting in a dark, windowless room, playing Bejeweled and listening to screamo. It was a scarring thing to witness. Grown men should never act like suicidal, goth teenagers. Especially not when they're 200 pounds over-weight and living in a rabbit-infested house.

To this day, I refuse to watch Hoarders. I do not possess the mental stability that is needed to view in a healthy fashion.
Few do.
(unintentional rhyme)

I'm sorry if I have scarred you with the above images. It was not my intention.
I wish pleasant things on you in your life.
Farewell and sleep well.

Alabama, I can not wait to meet you.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011


It would seem my mother has just decided that two months is too long to be away for.
VOMIT EVERYWHERE.
Cool.

It will happen. Mark my words. June 11th to August 13th I will be living it up amongst the southerners.
If not?
Rebellion.
One of the perks.

p.s. I was searching for nose piercings on google images and the majority of them were Miley Cyrus. I never thought I'd see the day when Google would stoop so low.

Please come back. February 22.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011


All the snow has melted. Along with my heart. I swear to you, one of these days I will move to Alaska... or Seattle. Whichever one works better.
Sunday was terrific.
I woke up, read Hunger Games in my chair, and watched it snow.
From 10am-7pm.
i have something for you.
what is it?
a life.
Haha. I wish.
Somethings I will never obtain. That is one.

February 21 (later)

I need you so much closer.

February 21

Monday, February 21, 2011
If you take a step I will make sure that you take the next. If you tell a lie I'll just nod my head, yeah I'll let it slide cause you woke me up and there's birds outside and I still feel drunk. But I'm glad you did because last night you weren't making that much sense. You said you want to die now you say you want to live. You said you loved me after forty five minutes. If this all a game can you just say it is? I'll do it anyway so it makes no difference. We should order up, wash the wine out of the coffee cup. They got bread and fruit, there's probably not much else for you. We can lay around, you can kiss me until the maids come kick us out. It's eleven now so make every second count. Back in New York they can never find this out. There are things we do that we're really not allowed. We can say anything, but we just can't say it loud. I hope you always find someone to take you home, to put you into bed, kiss your cheek and check your pulse. Make sure you're still breathing with their hand up to your nose. I wish that could be me, but it's just not possible
Posting lyrics is so cliché. I apologize. Maybe you should just listen to it for yourself.

2/20/2011

Sunday, February 20, 2011


I still can't believe I'm going to India. It just seems like it's all a dream, or they have the wrong person. I was 97% sure I wasn't going to get accepted. Everyone there was exactly like me, so I have no idea what set me apart from everyone else. But
I'M SO HAPPY I'M GOING.

2/18/2011

Friday, February 18, 2011



I am filled with joy.
My application has been accepted.
I will be going to India for fifteen days in November.
To help orphans.
To donate various items.
To give back.
To spread happiness.
To grow.
Thank you world.

2/15/2011

Wednesday, February 16, 2011
What should I do today?
really... please suggest something. 

2/13/11

Sunday, February 13, 2011

The Price of a Cup of Tea.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

2/11/11

Friday, February 11, 2011
One time I took a trip to the city all by myself.

So, I was trying to find where I was supposed to go for my interview and this is where I ended up. The Korean Presbyterian Church. Haha what an odd occurrence.


I decided to eat lunch at the Dancing Cranes. They have a café call Solstice Café and it's really cute. It has the whole posi vibes thing going on.

They had little water fountains and plants everywhere. It was so relaxing.

If I lived in Salt Lake City I would definitely spend my days sitting on this couch. It's would be like Friends... except I don't have any to sit with me. What? Oh.

They even had books for your convenience. Haha notice how all of them or religious or philosophical... and then you get to the complete collection of Harry Potter.

I loved all the artwork every where.



My salad with Cilantro dressing. I give it a 7 out of 10.


A fountain in the middle of the store.


Isn't that the most amazing mural you've ever seen?


This lamp will be the focal point of my future living room. I am honestly in love with it.


Inspirational words at Starbuck's. I love seeing who posts what on the billboard.