this is five posts in one.

acutally, i didn't count. it may be more. it may be less. we shall see.

this weekend i:
was hermoine granger to lacey's ron and jenny's harry. (oh trust me, pictures to come.)
i went to the uvu dance with my wizarding friends who got double takes all night as people tried to figure out whether they were girls or prepubecent boys.
dennys and high school kids asking if we just got done trick or treating. pure joy.

sunday was:
my big brothers homecoming! the boy is home from brazil. (post on this to come later...maybe. yes.) i missed him. and apparently so did the rest of the world because they all tried to squeeze into our little house. our house floweth over.

it also was:
HILARY NORTON'S 20TH BIRTHDAY! once again hil, happy birthday my dear! please pour out your two decades of knowledge upon me! ask my mom, i need it.

and then today:
i declared my major. it was frightening. and exhilirating. i'll tell you all about it later.

so it was less...who da thunk.

this is to you.

dear me,
dazzle me please.
love me.

this i will never understand.

who wants to be groped by a hundred strangers? no one that i know.
crowd surfing, the allure of you will ever ellude me.

this is how i creep.

i'm a creep. it's been confirmed. i like awkward. in fact i'm in love with it. let me tell you how creepy i am.

i love a certain blog. for my own sake i shall not say which one. now here is the creepy part. i don't know the person who writes it. i only know him from his blog. but i would marry him in a heart beat.

i read his blog religiously. but he only has around 5 followers, so i don't follow cause that would be openly creepy. instead i go to my blog, press some buttons that take me to a blog i follow, that he also follows, click on some more things, and presto, his blog. (and a billion commas apparently.)

i would probably hurry and close my lap top if someone saw me creepily reading his blog...that's not suspicious.


now to just add to my point, my beautiful roommate emily said this to me the other day, "usually pretty girls like you just aren't that creepy." it made my life.

this is me.

sometimes i have nothing to say. or i have too much to say so i don't write it all down, cause minimal effort is my best friend.
somedays all i want to do is complain. or be sassy. or scowl at everyone. today i did all three. except i was a scowlin away and some nim-wit looked at me and said "hi." i said "hey." but i said it in a way that clearly conveyed, "hey nim-wit i'm scowling can't you see? don't talk to me."
all the time i am a completely made up of awkwardness. i sit in the general area of the same kid every book of mormon class, and all though i know he knows where he knows me from, and so do i, when we were the only two people at jamba i looked away all awkwardly and pretended not to know him. how do other people talk to people so easily?
some clothes are best for days when you feel like i do today. today i wore my big brothers nice striped american eagle sweater. i look fabulous is all i have to say.
sometime soon i will get congress to pass a bill making all homework illegal, and called black magic or devil worshipping. (would BYU be excluded form the bill cause they're a private insitiution? looks like i have to take this one up with God.)
also i love my mommy.

this is cool.

micah showed this to me. tight right?

this is the song of the moment.

i have always loved maria mena. but mostly when i was down. this song makes me smile.
i'm a big fan of music sharing. so i share this song and its message with you. this is your push. you have it in you. now get to it!