21 November 2009

My Marie

is the cream of the crop
is the bee's knees
is the apple of my eye
puts the kick-ass in sass

marie is my friend for life.

18 November 2009

14 November 2009

Looking out the window at 4:53

This week has ended nicely like an airplane coming to a soft and gentle landing after a turbulent ride. There were some things I finished this week I thought I could never do a 10 minute presentation in my Advanced Writing class and a legit interview in sign language! and then the rest of school and work. Pres. Faust has this analogy about pebbles. He says that sometimes we view our problems as if they are stones along a path and instead of leaving them on the path, we hold them up to our face to examine them and then we can't see beyond them. That's sort of how I went through this week. Every obstacle was staring me in the face until I conquered it. I could have handled it a little better, but I'm good - I still have my friends, even some new friends - and that is what is most important to me.
One great part of my week was my friend Ryan, who is deaf, gave me a sign name! It is a "J" that circles the face. He used that gesture because I am from Hawaii which is an "H" that circles the face. I thought that was really sweet. I love it.
Last night, I saw This is It - Michael Jackson's movie. awwwwwwwwww I loveloveloved it. He was 50 and still working it! I wonder if he ever had knee or hip problems. He just moved so smoothly. What a criminal. I will always like Michael Jackson. This movie was so special. His dancers, his crew, everyone who helped him put on this concert respected him so much. They sort of treated him like a child, in a non-condescending way. MJ just had a vision and a determination to get there like a child has when they play make-believe. Everything he said was out of love, and he reminded everyone of that. When he gave the smallest critique, he said, 'it comes from love, l-o-v-e.' Oh man. I love him. It was just unbelievable to see him get carried away with his dancing. He was in the zone. He was the zone.
I hope he's dancing in heaven.

10 November 2009

Today at work I was scanning The Registry of Farnham. It is a book in a collection, a special collection if you will, of British registries. I found this note in the middle of this obscure book. It says: I took dogs out before I left.
All I'm saying is this person did a good thing by taking the dogs out and ceasing to read this absolutely, tirelessly long and boring, crispy book. Why were they reading it in the first place??

I just thought it was so exciting to come across some sort of life lurking among these brittle pages, stale ink, and ancient copyrights.

Ancestors on Bjork's album, Medula, creeps me out. I think its going to give me nightmares. It reminds me of those creepy Japanese horror movies I watched this past halloween. Listen to it if you dare.

09 November 2009

you win some you lose some you never get to some

Tonight my attempt at blogging is like my attempts at scripture study really late or really early- its pretty unfruitful and I'm falling asleep. Awake! So simply put, I had a weekend worth reliving hanging around Provo parts. I wish I could have seen dirty projectors and hear them sing songs like this one:

Two Doves
Geranium kisser
Skin like silk and face like glass
Don't confront me with my failures
Kiss me with your mouth open
For your love, better than wine
For your cologne is really fragrant
Call on me, call on me, call on me

Your hair is like an eagle
Your two eyes are like two doves
But our bed is like a failure
All day up in the family
At the waning of the light
To the chamber that conceived me
Call on me, call on me, call on me

Geranium killer
Throat of soil and mind like stone
Please don't defend a silver lining
Around the halo of what is already shining
When all the planets are aligning
For an afternoon that's never ending
Call on me, call on me, call on me

but I was in the right place this weekend in Provo at my house, at the grocery store, at Saratoga springs, avoiding trespassing fines, downing Theraflu, at the flea market, at Costa Vida, at Saver's with my weekend boyfriend, and my other boyfriends. and girlfriends.

05 November 2009

Took the words right out of my mouth.

Confession: I watched the You're a Jerk tutorial to learn the dance. I want to marry them.
Do you ever hear a song that says exactly what's on your mind? That happened to me today. Thrice.
the submarines|xavia
I don't wanna be
Your favorite enemy
Not when I can be loving you, alright
Why can't it be?
No two people feel
The same way at the same time
drake|the calm
Feeling so distant from everyone I've known.
To make everybody happy I think I would need a clone.
james taylor|mexico
Oh, Mexico
I never really been but I'd sure like to go
Oh, Mexico
I guess I'll have to go now

[i guess this means i'll have to make myself unavailable for everyone and everything in provo by finding a secret lover in Mexico]

03 November 2009

Jackson Hole, I am for Real

This past weekend, I went to Jackson Hole with Brent and Preston for our dear friends', Bradley and Mallory, wedding reception. Jackson Hole is sweet, but Jackson Hole with a couple of Wenger brothers is even sweeter.
It took us 8-9 hours to make it to Jackson. It should have only taken 4 or 5 but we got sidetracked and distracted by hunger, idaho potato museums, and the quaint friendliness of Rexburg. The drive through Idaho was really bleak, but as soon as we got into Wyoming everything seemed so much more charming and enchanting. It must have been the Tetons.
The wedding reception was so beautiful. We made it just in time to watch everyone leave, bid the couple farewell, depart with one last creme puff. Our only regret the whole trip was that our time was cut short at the reception, but that's because we were having so much fun on the way up.
Once we were in Jackson Hole, we stayed the night at the Roney's residence. Bro. Roney is the founder of NuSkin and his house has lots of bear skins. This house (you can't call it a house), this residence was breath taking. The rooms smelled like cedar, the art was phenomenal, the theatre was grand, the gym was cool, the butler's pantry had real pretty dishes, and the baby grand piano was singing. This was the best night ever! And we woke up to a Teton sunrise. Thank you Roney family. You are gracious.
We spent Saturday driving home but weren't too hasty as to miss some thrifting! We headed over to Browse 'n Buy to find Brent and Preston their Halloween costume. They dressed up as old men- really hysterically good-looking gray and bearded old men.
Another highlight of the trip may have been the Teton Mystery. Brent saw it on the side of the road and turned the car around to explore. It was abandoned, no one was manning Teton Mystery Post. So we snuck around the back, squeezed through the fence and had ourselves a wild rompous. The Teton Mystery is about defying gravity, you could say. It was so fun! We were laughing like little kids.
Then we came home and celebrated Halloween as funky old people would and cracked open some Martinelli's.
Our last moments of the trip together were the two times we got pulled over by the cops - once for expired registration and twice for going 20 on center street. Nothing, not even the 5-0, tainted our weekend. It was so much fun, beyond words.



p, b, & j.

filling up

number one thing to do in blackfoot

you know you've dreamed about it. we got to live it.

giant baked potato love.

northface of the Roney Residence

good morning


i made preston hold hands with me a lot

Preston and red and aspen forest in front yard

how many deer, elk, and moose had to die for this awesome picture?

thrifting in jackson hole. brent always finds good deals.

preston's 5 o'clock shadow.

faster, stronger

the teton mystery!!

red the cowboy and his bearded lady

the lean.

trying the lean.

what is it?

we definitely saw nessie, the lochness monster at Lehi Hotpots.