New favorite movie:

New personal discovery:
i like being alone, but i love being with people. i guess i might be what you call a extroverted introvert--or rather, a introverted extrovert? i don't know. but i'm ok with it. i think it makes life nice and balanced and much less stressful. i can be happy whether i'm alone or with people--well, as long as i have at least one friend in the group.

you know those kids that go to parties or dances all alone? they try to join a group, which is pretty brave, i've gotten hand it to them. but they are so awkward and you automatically think they're strange. they might not be, they may be really cool, but it doesn't matter. they purposefully put themselves in a strange situation thus they are deemed strange. i know how that feels, i was that weirdo at the FHE party. i tried to fake my way through, jumping from one stranger to another in attemt to not freak anyone of them out. we'll see if i accomplished my goal on Sunday--we'll see if any of them talk to me.

Hiking Y Mountain--Audio Slide Show


For my Comms 365 class (photojournalism) we had to take pictures and capture audio of a "newsworthy" event. So, I hiked the Y with a couple friends. It would've been even more newsworthy if I had died on the way up, like it felt I was going to a couple times. Man, I am just not a hiker.


(Hiking the Y. October 2008. eg.)

I'm sitting here in the Harold B. Lee Library on the BYU Campus. I'm in the periodicals (not crying, thank you very much, Adam) trying to knock out the first page of my 8-page research paper on ethics in journalism. Naturally, I'm easily distracted. Facebook, Blogs, Hotmail, cell phone and sunshine. Yes, there is sunshine on this floor, despite it being underground. And the sunshine decided to come through the skylight and fall on me. It is shining through my dyed blond bangs and into my eyes. It feels good. Although, I must admit, I feel like I'm in the climatic scene of "Touched By An Angel" when the high tech stage light is turned on above the actor's head. Wow, original. I keep thinking people are looking at me. They're not. Good thing, because I don't have time to explain to all these people that I'm not an angel. I had to do that last week and, man, it's a pain.

p.s. it's the day before Halloween and i still haven't carved a pumpkin. i didn't carve one last year either. and if i remember correctly (which is a debatable subject) i didn't carve one the year before that either. how sad.


In 40 days this baby will be 21! Finally, the ability to buy alcohol on my own. Thanks for all your help throwing my parties in the past, Kelsey, (and for awkwardly holding me as a newborn) but I can take it from here.

(just joking...)


i ache.

today, i ache because of some things and for many things.

my skin aches from being sick.
my stomach aches from the lack of food,
and my head aches from the lack of drugs.

i ache for Washington.
i ache for home.
i ache for England and Scotland. i've never been there, but i wish i was there right now.
i ache to be part of the crowd and yet,
i ache to stand apart from the crowd.

today, i ache.



1) I have very flat feet. I like to pretend I have arches, like when I'm sitting down I'll bow my feet to give the appearance of normality. I wonder what my feet will be like in 25 years if I have no arch NOW. Don't your arches often break down over time? I had none to begin with. This doesn't seem fair. I'm at a severe disadvantage.

2) When I'm driving around Provo on my scooter, I'll pass other scooters on the road. For some reason, a bunch of them think it's their obligation or something to honk at me. Well, I wouldn't call it their "obligation" because they seem to be genuinely excited to see another scooter. There are hundreds of scooters in Provo, we're certainly not an endangered species. I'd be much more excited if I saw a one-armed man with an eye patch, wearing purple pants and a fedora. Now THERE'S someone I can relate to.

3) The fall air smells of nothing, or, if anything, death. Yet it makes me happy. Ok, let me clarify. Death doesn't make me happy, nor does the smell of death that I'm sure you're thinking of. I'm talking about dead leaves, not dead kittens and rotting corpses. Jeez, aren't you macabre.

4) I need to cut my bangs. i like the swoop thing they do, but in order for them to look their best, they have to be kinda long, which means they fall in my face and obstruct my view. They hang over my eye and have, more than once, caused me to nearly run into someone, accidentally ignore a friend I didn't clearly see, and I think my eye is developing a nervous tick because of them. I never thought I was one of those people that sacrificed comfort for style, seeing as I've never considered myself stylish (and my friends and family can attest to that fact) but I am. I'm such a fake. Oh the humanity!

5) I got my train tickets the other day. Yeehaw!


We are young, heartache to heartache we stand.
No promises, no demands.
Love is a battlefield.
We are strong, no one can tell us were wrong
Searchin' our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

You're beggin' me to go, you're makin' me stay.
Why do you hurt me so bad?
It would help me to know,
Do I stand in your way, or am I the best thing you've had?
Believe me, believe me, I can't tell you why.
But I'm trapped by your love, and I'm chained to your side.

Were losing control.
Will you turn me away or touch me deep inside?
And before this gets old, will it still feel the same?
There's no way this will die.
But if we get much closer, I could lose control.
And if your heart surrenders, you'll need me to hold.

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand.
No promises, no demands.
Love is a battlefield.

We are strong, no one can tell us were wrong.
Searchin' our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield.