i should go to bed.....

of all the things i am excited for now that i am a college graduate, reading books for pleasure is by far the number one. i will now finish the things they carried and the age of innocence, i started both this semester and sadly had not the time to make it past page 20 in either book. the only thing i read was harry potter. this, to some, may seem like a sad, sad confession, but to me harry potter is like candy for the brain. a little treat for getting my homework done, a little relief from the stress of the day. i normally would think, i will read only one chapter before bed as a small reward for a day well done, four chapters later i would have to physically force myself to put the book down and go to bed...all dorkiness aside i do think harry helped keep me sane in this crazy full semester (which hallelujah is over).

 speaking of harry:

movies never live up to their books. i found this travesty out after reading jurassic park. the movie was so awesome that even though i was 8 i decided to read the book. it was sooo much better, i still have nightmares from that book, and still suffer the consequences of realizing books are so much better, and yet i sometimes hope for a movie that will meet my expectations, but have mostly, due to much disappointment, decided to completely divorce the book from the movie. this way i can love the book and the movie as separate entities. for instance, persuasion, i love both (of course i love the book more but i still love the movie).

i think i was thinking about this all because on saturday taylor and i went to a concert at a pizza bar in d.c. and the cute drummer looked like my harry potter, not daniel radcliffe or harry's illustrator's version of him, but the person i would cast were i to be the casting director of the films. i kept looking at him thinking, he looks so familiar, when i realized who he was i told taylor, who said "yeah but he is too tall to be my harry" maybe this is why books are always better, because no matter what you can't make a movie that is like the author's words and the minds of every oeuvre of the book. whoa, that took a little bit of a philosophical? turn, i did not mean for that to happen...i am just rambling and tired. 

  

today i was walking along campus thinking "i am going to blog about all the things i take issue with; like the weather, finals week being mixed with the last week of actual classes, uggs..." and just as i was thinking of more acrid things to say i noticed that the girl walking next to me was getting uncomfortably close, i braced myself, clutching harder my super cute bag (that i can't even look at right now because it weighs 30 lbs and is subsequently in time out), and started to speed up...then the girl spoke--now, i am not the typical byu-idahoer and don't talk to strangers on campus, but i stopped to see what she had to say. she stops and says, "i just have to say that you are like realllllly pretty, i mean you are beautiful." what a nice, cute girl...i am glad i stopped, it made me feel really good, especially since i didn't really get ready today (although this story would have been a lot cooler if it had been a guy, maybe only girls think i am pretty though). and i am glad i had something better to blog about than the bitter ranting of a horrible procrastinator. 

word to the wise, should anyone give you the book "ART in Theory" just say no. it is awful (with a few exceptions like picasso), i have been reading it all day and still have 150 pages to go...boo

one more thing...i can't wait to see mi familia, i miss you all and love you

hago lo que quiero hacer

life is so much more enjoyable when we act like children...laugh if you will, but it is true. for example, i had to go to the doctor because i have been sick for a week...now normally when they tell me i have to use the nebulizer i think "oh great," however, in an effort to smile about everything i grinned and bore it until i realized that real fun could actually be had, as i thought to myself that nebulizers are kind of like peace pipes. with this realization in the forefront of my mind i proceeded to try and make smoke rings with the steam. while my efforts for the perfect ring shape were fruitless i did make some pretty cool designs and passed the twenty minutes alone in the scary doctor's office quite "peaceably"...i love being a kid (oh and while waiting i watched pollyanna, and then later willow)....kids have fun

pretty much son iguales

all you need is love.....

truth: all girls think about their wedding. the ones that say they don't are lying to save face. it is a magical day with a magical outcome...i mean what's not to love. 

i love weddings. i have decided that my life's purpose is to plan other people's weddings seeing as how my wedding is no where in the foreseeable future. (i will have a future blog on my other career goal...teaching art classes with merry to special needs adults)...

my roommate jessi is getting married and i get to help with the details. today this is what i did.

her hair and make-up

her bouquet

(her bridal photo shoot was today)

threw her a shower with my other roommates...........today was amaaazing

i miss....

the d.r.

mommy m and baby v

i'm so jealous for so many reasons.....they look perfect together

i never posted anything about visiting madie, drew and valentine. so here we go.

i should just say that it was one of my favorite times ever. valentine is so pretty. i think the entire weekend i repeated the sentence "she's just so pretty" mil veces (1000 times)....and that might be an understatement. baby v is not only "so pretty" but has the cutest nose and cutest ear....i'm not weird i am just stating the facts about my awesome niece. madison is the ideal mom, when you see valentine lay on her its a perfect fit. v loves her mom and dad. i am excited to see that she is getting bigger. when i was there she did not fit into any dresses...fear not, last night madison told me that she was wearing a dress. yay...this is great news for christmas because now we can have a baby fashion show...i mean umm...wait no...that is exactly what i mean. 

when she sleeps she does the most tender things with her hands

i love her

when i wasn't cuddling with valentine i was being 

typical kirby and made this for v's room

Happy Alliween

allison's door....yeah we did that

two high hippies, carly looked really good, her shirt was awesome

me with the bday girl at dinner.....

by posting this picture i am fully admitting to my dorkiness

the flapper and the nerd

so for halloween slash allison's birthday i did a few things that i normally don't do... and i should admit that i had a lot of fun being not me-ish...maybe i should be a flower child more often. i started the day going to math. not too big of a deal, but i actually listened and took notes...downside, my brain hurt, but on the brightside i figured out that my math jargon is, well, pretty much amazing, and so i might be able to pretend that i know what i am doing. then i came home and serenaded allison with carly at her door that carly and i decorated, which was awesome for allison i am sure...i mean i do have a good voice...(sike). whoa, i just put the word sike on my blog. awesome. then i had carly curl my hair, and i looked more like shirley temple than a hippie, but went to the library (i know right, not like me either, although i have been much better about this) anyways...and a swim meet (i normally don't leave the house looking loopy i promise). this was also a plus because at the swim meet my hair fell out a little and ended up looking pretty awesome. after that it was birthday dinner time...i think our waiter hated us...nope, wait, him did hate us. nonetheless applebee's plus dumb waiter did not thwart our alliween spirits and we went home to get dressed up. i made a flower wreath (i wondered if i was taking it too far, but i do what i want) and then got dressed. i thought i looked like a hippie but someone told me he thought i was a greek goddess....sooooo i hope that his case was a singular one..unless he meant i looked like aphrodite then i would be totally fine with it and call it a compliment. this is getting boring so i will wrap it up. we then went to a dance party and yes, yes i actually danced, even though i detest dancing i did it. we danced in a very crowed stairwell, in the rain and then at my friend andrew/drew/sturgess's apartment. i felt like alliween was a success, mostly because i got to wear a wreath. and make a wreath. 

allison/flapper, kirby/flower child, carly/hippie, stephanie/80's girl