happy christmas.

I hope you have a merry holiday. xoxo

hello friend. its been to long.

it feels good to write. With this delightful rush of a holiday season I really have not set aside some time just to write, and now- with Disney's Peter Pan playing in the background I feel it is the perfect time to scribbles down some thoughts.

Hot chocolate becomes an addiction problem when consumed to much.

I am an awful phone respondent.

Being 450 pages behind the reading schedule on Crime and Punishment has not started to stress me out... yet.

Take Five plays are chosen, directors too, but goodness me, there is still so much to do.

That rhymed.

My neck is sore.

Becca leaves me on Sunday. To Paris.

Not getting sparkly shoes is not the end of the world.

Christmas Vacation is the best movie to be created for the holiday season.

When parking at Staples, make sure you park in the white lines - not the yellow.

Just do it. Don't argue or you will be sorry.

Wrapping presents is supreme fun.

I just got a tumblr account. I have no idea what it does. http://verbphoto.tumblr.com/

Bye bye for now!

Happy Holidays! xoxo

pirates of the caribbean: 4

IM SO EXCITED. 

tokyo police club.

"turning into black and white, underneath the swinging lights, barely awake, but I still have my stripes, because you're the killer with the colored kite." - Bambi

"its why i had to keep you in the dark, less big words and more exclamation marks" - Big Difference

"my hook catches your lip and i reel you in and as you rise up to my floor, the hook impales our two tongues" - Cut Cut Paste

on my way to coffee garden

xoxo

happy thanksgiving.

Reasons why I love thanksgiving:

stuffing. stuffing. stuffing.

sweaters.

family.

fresh rolls.

after dinner stories. 

sitting with Luke at the end of the table. 

See's chocolate turkeys. 

dressing up. 

orange, yellow, and red are my favorite color.

knowing that christmas is coming.

getting teased at dinner.

food babies. 

thanksgiving day parade. 

snow decorated leaves. 

cooking in the kitchen with all the ladies of the family.

taking photographs. 

being completely thankful for my wonderful life. 

colored with a fall marked crayon

Ring Around the Rose

Lights gleam upon an empty stage, anticipating the smiles that are waiting to erupt from giddy children. Its black tiled floors are scuffed, markings from previous dances and set taping, a secret language every performer respects. Narration begins, echoing loud against gold flower printed walls, its words introducing a story. A dancer steps on stage. She is small against the giant’s legs lining the edges of the stage. Nervously she takes her place center stage.  Lights cued, music starts. A simple stretch shape takes place in her arms to her toes. Bubble spotted, white dresses eagerly wait for the double clap that gives them the signal to skip on stage to their find their partners. The simplicity of the movement is entrancing. Their bright, dream filled, eyes, captivate me as I watch with such delight. That used to me, small and naive about the wonders of performing, but now I wait behind the wings with shoulders back and stage fright no where to be seen. On stage the lights dim, the girls take their ending shape and wiggle nervously. As they exit, I enter, along with my Audrey, Carly, and Evelyn.  My arms wrap around my waist, my head facing off stage, blinded by the headlights decorated with orange and red gels. As I wait for the samba to begin, I remember Miss Joni telling me to show the audience my magic eye, a simple phrase that has remained with me since my first day of dance at Virginia Tanner.  The light beams ignite as the music begins. My heart races as my hips move to the rhythm.  Roll to the floor, pirouette, leap, hold for five counts. The audience is a dark cave, for all I know there could be bats out there hanging onto stalactites holding to the ceiling. Peering eyes judging my every move. Music fades; I end with my eyes darting into darkness, large breaths working my heart, pushing blood through my body. Five minutes of movement are over, and I am just ready to begin. 

Footloose:]

Here is my slideshow I made for the cast party:] I have had an amazing time doing this show and I am sad to see it come to an end. Come see closing night on Monday! xoxo 

bacon soda..

because who hasn't dreamt of sipping on some breakfast meat?

i have a photography website.

please go to

www. verbphoto.com

:]

thank you.

Opening night:)

Please Shave November.

It's November- which means that men get this crazy pre mature idea that "peach fuzz" is attractive and that they do not need to take time to shave their little chinny chin chins. Well here is a note for you all: It is not very becoming. Now if you can get a full, decent, beard- than more power to you- Just don't expect me to pucker up to you because hairy kisses are not the same as eskimo kisses. I know that this terrible tradition will not die down, so i decided to do No Shave November too. Unlike most men my age, I can actually grow a thick, luscious, shiny, curled, better than yours, beard. I won the unknown competition. That means everyone else should just shave now. There is no chance for you to win.

nothing about my appearance today is attractive.

 I seriously feel like crap and probably express my feelings in my outfit and make up. I put eye shadow on in the dark. Yes, that would explain why i have "soft creme" sparkles everywhere but my eye lids. (At least my mascara isn't speckled below my eyes and on my cheeks like Raggedy Ann's freckles.) I wore my man sweater today and for you who don't know me well enough to understand what my outfits are saying- i only wear my man sweaters when i don't feel wonderful or when i am extremely exhausted and cold. (or when i am on the skateboarding tour cause there... it looks hot, but that is besides the point.) My hair is in a floppy bun because  I woke up with my hair in all different directions and a "bump it" s large as Kim Kardashian's rear end. When I walked out of my room my Mother yelled "IT'S ALIVIE" and ran and hid under her bed shaking. I looked just like Amy Winehouse when she was imprisoned. Some girl even told me that halloween was last week but "your costume is great." (not really but they were thinking it. I could tell in their little razor beamed eyes.)


I need to sleep.
xoxo

actually I meant three

All I know is that you're so nice

You're the nicest thing I've seen

I wish that we could give it a go

See if we could be something

I wish I was your favourite girl

I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world

I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile

I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style

I wish you couldn't figure me out

But you always wanna know what I was about

I wish you'd hold my hand

When I was upset

I wish you'd never forget

The look on my face when we first met

I wish you had a favourite beauty spot

That you loved secretly

'Cause it was on a hidden bit

That nobody else could see

Basically, I wish that you loved me

I wish that you needed me

I wish that you knew when I said two sugars,

Actually I meant three

I wish that without me your heart would break

I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake

I wish that without me you couldn't eat

I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep

Look, all I know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen

And I wish that we could see if we could be something

Yeah I wish that we could see if we could be something

"Nicest Thing" - Kate Nash

recent favorite. 

so excited for her concert on friday.

xoxo

Halloween.. was yesterday in Utah.

Do you know what is depressing? When you have not had time to blog for so long that when you finally do go to blog you have to resign in because Blogger thought you quit on them. Come on, it has only been less than a month. 24 days to be exact. But i am back, and i promise to be better. Tonight is halloween, (but in Utah they festivities all happened on Saturday because well.. you know) and  i am sitting in my dining room while my family watches a scary movie. (Actually no one is watching it, my parents are asleep and my sister is reading an adult horror novel that will probably give her nightmares for the rest of the week, month, maybe year. I love my family.) Its quiet, except for the occasional snores that happen occasionally every second. Anyways. I was Snow White tonight, no one got to see my costume because we did not have any trick or treaters, but that isn't really what matters. What matters is that it was a perfect practicing time for me for my future as a Disney Princess.

My weekend was pretty crazy. I watched Rocky Horror and did the time warp with Becca, Amy, and Emma on Friday night. I love that show. Last night i had my annual Rotermund Pumpkin Party which was fantastic. I freehanded/patterned a Medusa pumpkin- which was the favorite of the night by the little ghouls and gals who just raved about my talent making me feel more special that i should. It was a nice self esteem booster. Oh and then after that Becca and I went to Paul and Maxwell's party.. it was insane. Dancing Charlie Chaplain's and unicorns. Zombies and goldfish galore. I was a bit sad that i did not wear my Snow White costume. But I didn't want to show up and be the only ones dressed in costumes. We already were the only high school students and all i could think of was in Legally Blonde when they tell her it was a costume party.. and it wasn't. I know Maxwell and Paul would not do that.. but that is what i thought of. I am so lame. But it was fun:) 

blood blister pirouettes

One on each big toe = sick nast = pain = beautiful pirouettes 

hand holding: no rules, no limitations, no boundaries it's like an art.

Holding hands, if you think about it, is really form art. I mean, it is the way two hands fid together creating a puzzle piece effect. It can be beautiful to look at or quite uncomfortable. There are multiple different ways to hold hands, and the way it is done, can say a lot about the couple who in participating in this body connecting art.

There is the hand hold where each person involved (usually only two. It works better this way) cups their hand like ready to catch a puddle of water, then the two hands fold into each others. This way displays that this relationship is not too far along because it leaves a tiny space between your palms, which obviously yells out NEWBIES. There is nothing wrong with being a newbie. Your day will come when there is not space between. I promise. I have seen it in the movies.

Another way is the interlocking fingers. This is where the couple spreads their fingers apart like preparing for a super excited high five. Once spread, the hands and slid together making the fingers alternate when they are squeezed together in a his, her, his, her formation (or of course, her, her, her, her, or his, his, his, his.)  This way shows that you are too close- which isn't a bad thing. When you can see this you know that this couple really wants to be all over each other because they are madly in love, but will of course refrain from physically mauling one another because people would stare and it would be awkward for the couple doing it, and the people witnessing this animalistic love behavior.

Then there is of course my favorite way. The pinky poser. This is for that couple who just wants to look cheesy and cute. Its quite easy, almost too easy. Each person puts out their inside arm pinky straight and alone. Then you hook pinkies just like you are making a promise. Walking this way makes you look lame and almost makes me want to run through the middle like a game of Red Rover because it would be so easy to break through. It also gives the impression that the couple has some serious trust issues and needs to pinky promise their love everywhere they go.

There may be more ways. I would love to hear them. Share please. Maybe even picture demonstrations of your own unique hand holding. These are just personal observations of holding hand art.

no words.

Happy National Punctuation Day!

today is national punctuation day. hooray. celebrate by making an offical national punctuation day meatloaf. or not. better yet, celebrate by not sending texts that say 'whr u at."

there comes a time when we must stand together and vote for what is right.

this is that time children.

my day.

• i drove to school topless. 
• Listening to Madonna- of course
• parked/stalled the car in my spot in the lot
• walked across the parking lot
• waved to Ryan and Ian in the silver car
• laughed about how lame I am
• went to creative writing
• finished writing my monologue 
• spelled my last name wrong
• sent Grey a text
• walked to productions with Grey and Danny
• wished i was a super hero 
• auditioned for Bang Bang Your Dead
• wished really hard I got Emily or Katie
• called Becca
• had lunch with Becca and company
• listen to a gay guy call my guy friend hot while he walked by. 
• laughed about it to myself.
• went to AP LIT
• told Sam that we are not in kindergarten and he doesn't need to steal my stuff
• I said it a little nicer than that
• listened to Lake talk about the test
• cringed at the idea that i am going to fail this grammar test
• got over it
• then cringed again
• started to cry
• not really but my brain was sobbing
• packed my stuff
• walked down the hall with Becca
• went to Franks room and asked about my photography
• he said i was talented
• i said thank you
• walked to the student parking lot
• tripped over the rock in the road
• felt stupid
• got over it
• drove home topless listening to....
• i dont remember
• not really that important
• told my father about my great day
• ordered my prints 
• drove topless to play practice
• said hi to amy
• arrived ten minutes late
• disrupted everything buy saying "im so out of it" way to loud
• rehearsed my parts
• became the part Betty Blast
• go me.
• got a script
• went home
• had dinner at noodles and company with the family
• ran errands
• picked up my prints
• watched glee
• was disappointed with glee
• took a shower
• put lotion on my face
• wrote this post
• looked at photographs
• went to bed

"Brilliant band. They have a unique and lovely sound."-youtube user

Do you know how to make Monday into Funday? With my music monday of course! 

SPOON

Spoon is an American indie rock band formed in Austin, Texas but now call Portland, Oregon home. The band is composed of Britt Daniel (vocals, guitar); Jim Eno (drums); Rob Pope (bass, backing vocals) and Eric Harvey (keyboard, guitar, percussion, backing vocals).

About three years ago my Father (the music mastermind) discovered "I turn my camera on" by this group and I was instantly fond of their charming, indie, rock, bouncy, catchy, super, amazingly amazing sound. And then just recently I heard the song "Underdog" and it made such an impression I bought the music video off of itunes. Now- I want you to love them. 

Listen my friends. 

vote.

Please choose your top three favorites and comment the corresponding numbers. This is for an art show/contest i will be entering. Please Please Please do it.

1

2

3

4

5

6

7

Thanks. 

i want you to funk me, your battle ship has sunk me

i know when you read the title you didn't first think it said fuNk and you were about to give me a talking to like you were my mother. :] Gotcha. It actually is the lyrics to one of my recent obsessions. The Scissor Sisters came out with a new album that is as insane and pumpin' as their last. I love these guys. (yes they are men) Check them out.

But really gay men singing amazing songs is not what this post is for.

Actually it is to highlight the up and coming, world renowned, bigger that Big Boi (in steez and skills- not size): 

Mark Macey. 

he asked me to write this post dedicated to him (actually it was supposed to be about his fine ass, but i didn't have much to say and as an audience (which includes my parentals) i didn't think that was a superb choice. Agreed?) 

There is a lot to know about Mark Macey. 

1. if you google him: he wont show up- but a weight loss winner does and an older guy with grey hair who does earth science stuff
2. also a picture of Macy Gray. It is probably because they are friends on facebook and send twitter love messages at 3:00 am to each other every tuesday. She is his inspiration and his listens to her music while writing his hit rap lyrics and eating french toast.  
3. he is quite the stunning devil and has a vicious charm to capture women's heart with his sexually sarcastic completely honest but in a joking sense of a way. 
4. He once had a band called "Will Approve of Sound" with Max and Paul and it obviously was a big deal because a fan of it thought this was the most important thing to know about him. 
5. green is his favorite color. He likes it because it is the color of grass and also the color of bamboo- a plant that giant panda eats and Mark is a naturalist and all about saving the giant panda from extinction
6. he has hiked to the highest peaks and sat in a tent on the tip of mount everest and watched his favorite movie Dr. Strangelove 
7. he is so famous people just want to drink his urine out of Arizona cans 
8. Mark gets his dates by biting their pony tails, quite literally. Boys- it is the key to a successful relationship. It is like the a twist on the usual vampire/biting/hickey approach. 
9. This man is fascinated with B and D's and often reads Gravity's Rainbow while eating a double cheese burger fries and a shake with Nate on Monday mornings 
10. He once hypnotized a man eating beast in the land the leamers (Madagascar) by singing the lyrics to his favorite album Canopy Glow while wearing nothing but a leopard loin cloth. 
11. He has been to the sun and back without a space ship using nothing but his lyrical smash ups to guide his way through the stars
12. he never had an imaginary friend because he is in fact the most interesting man alive 
13. he is never embarrassed because. . . yeah i dont know why not
14. he impresses the ladies with a gold tongue and a bronze body (whatever that means) 
15. he wants to marry me
16. Mark is a talented actor who told the guys whose line it was on the hit show "Whose line is it anyways" 
17. this man plays guitar with his left toe nail while painting a picture and making out with a girl at the same time in under ten minutes
18. he was born into the cloth only to take it off
19. and grew up with fear in his heart
20. Mark was andie's first couch partner
21. and was Alex's first streaking partner
22. he was Bea's first senior creeper
23. he makes it a need to be peoples first mooning experience 
24. he was his first friend
25. He often chases crazy asians named joseph up hills pants less to help them keep in shape
26. Mark is all about the people
27. only 64 people like his fan page but that will soon change because Obama is president and is all about change- so is mark
28. Mark is an inspiration to all writers, rappers, dreamers, actors, singers, haters, lovers, dead and alive 
29. (this will be left blank to show emphasis to the last one)
30. There is no one like him. 

There you have it folks. Mark Macey in a nutshell. 

Here is a stunning shot of this rare creature in his natural habitat. 

Enjoy. 

musical tuesday: something to fresh your breath

So i have known this band for a while, listen to their songs like a drug addict, cried when i didn't get to go to their concerts, and thought of them every time i exited a restaurant and took a mint from the counter after having garlic in my meal, but it has come to my sad understanding that close to know one i know, knows about this wonderful group. (whew that last sentence is a mouthful) So i pleased to introduce to you:

Starlight Mints are a group of beautiful pop mutants (quite truthfully and said with complete respect.) The band consists of four oddballs/goofballs/geeks/nerds/sillypeople/whoconsistoftalent whose love for archetypal (i honestly don't know if that is the right word to use. I just like the sound of it and it was a vocabulary word from last year) pop music and AM radio has provided a rock-solid foundation for a whole bunch of inspired weirdness (but good weirdness.. but weirdness non the less.) 

Allan Vest (vocals/guitar), Marian Love Nunez (keyboards), Javier Gonzales (bass), and Andy Nunez (drums) began jamming together in the '90s, giving birth to their own funky brand of a heavily instrumental, surrealistically worded pop sound that people like me (hipsters) enjoy. I like to call it bubblegum psych- because it is so chewy and yummy and chaosy. It all adds up to something very grand: one marvelous piece of orchestrated, catchy surrealism after another. 


The band has released two albums, "the dream that stuff was made of" in 2000, and "built on squares" in 2003, combining classic string arrangements, cheeky boyish vocals, and a feel good vibe to bring a glossy, fresh sound to indie rock. I hope a new album is underway.. doubt it. :) 


Enjoy the music. 













Goodnight. xoxo :] 

i wish i had millions of dollars so i can buy all the songs i want from i tunes.

but i dont. so i get to listen them to youtube like the rest of the empty pocket souls out there and not on my traveling i pod so those songs can not travel with me where ever i want. I have a stomach ache. I have been sick all weekend. Growing older is hard. Your friends problems cant be solved with a princess band aid. Weekend was filled with too much food and beautiful sunsets. i love sunsets. School tomorrow. Joy. (that was said really sarcastically.) Goodnight.

my screen looks like someone pressed the "fade color" button in iphoto

or maybe it is just my eyes. i can not tell. i havent washed my make up off and i probably wont because i am too lazy to get out of bed right now. I am so tired. I should be sleeping, but i cant fall asleep. I dont know why i keep rambling about my sleeping problems to you- so sorry. I dont really know why i am writing this. I just thought i needed to write. My creative writing teacher told us that even if we dont know what to write to keep writing even if we write "i do not know what to write" a few times because eventually something will come to mind. im kind of really jealous of gabrielle's ability to make best friends with the guys. just saying. i think i might need to actually take off my make up. It is hurting my face. I dont even have that much. Oh and yes. The two of them are actually dating. No he isnt dating me. Thanks for wondering silently though.  Goodnight. 

actual sign. no i didnt see it. i stole it from a website. yes stole. dont call the cops. its not worth it tonight.

i got lost and couldnt find out what lunch i had on my first day of Senior Year

You read the title of this post and are now laughing your head off because I am senior that has gone to the same school for the passed three years and I still got lost and had to ask someone what lunch i had. Are you done? Oh okay i will waiting for those last giggles. . . . . . . .  . . . . . . . . . . . . .  Dude stop. : )

I drove the bug today. Yes that car that i should i been driving last year but was too lazy to learn stick (actually i was terrified- still am- and now i am still terrified and driving it.) I didn't stall it once.. except when the red car was behind me at every stop we made. Oops. : ) BUT do not worry- i am so good at starting it back up again fast without the people behind me honking more than twice! Go me. I made it there safely and on the way home i did not stall it once, i was by myself so now one will believe me when i tell them i didn't.

Period one: Creative Writing. The teacher is like thirty and has too much energy for that early in the morning, but i really think i am going to love this class. It was all about writing creatively (hence the name of the class) and i like to creatively write stuff.

Period two: Productions. Same old same old. Drama never changes (the people the drama is about changes but with the same story and well.. drama)

Period three: Ap Literature. This teacher looks like a turkey with a gobbling neck and she scares me to death but i think this class will be very beneficial to me. I hope.

Well.. thats all. I don't have much to say. Lets see how tomorrow goes, eh?
P.S. SHE AND HIM CONCERT TOMORROW!

lying wide awake in the garden trying to get over your stardom

Have you tried going school shopping yet? It is absolutely impossible. Tonight I aerobic shopped throughout the entire Gateway mall and could not find one damn thing except for a purple water bottle. (I had to get a new one because I had this nice pink one that had stickers on it and was so perfect- but then i put it in the freezer and bottle exploded on me!) It was slightly very depressing to walk into a complete crowded store and walk out feeling like you are the only one who didn't see something to buy and are now officially empty handed except for a water bottle from Dicks (awful name.) And all i wanted to buy was one or two outfits for the first days of school and/or for the She and Him concert on thursday (I want to look extra cute for some reason) 

Next subject to discuss: I can not seem to fall asleep at all the past month. I lay in bed and think of everything and anything and everyone and their dog. It is awful. I tried counting sheep, i tried thinking of sleep- but nothing works. Once i fall asleep i am fine, but that does not happen until three am. 

Okay I am about to do a lame girly thing but i need to for the betterness of my own soul. (that sounded lame) I like this guy. Actually i never stopped liking him since i met him freshman year, but he is older and there is no way he would like me back right? Right- but i cant give up the dream of him liking me back. Anyway. I thought we kind of had something going- at least good friends. We would text constantly and he would say things that made me sure that he was falling madly in love with me, but i guess i misunderstood or was just blinded by his beauty and charm because I think he introduced me to his girlfriend the other night. Kind of really depressing huh? I cant stop thinking about him though.. like i just want him to text me or call me and tell me that the sunset looks beautiful like it used to. I guess i am just dreamer. 

On another sad topic, school starts on wednesday. Senior year. I know i should be excited but i am not. I am actually stressing this whole college thing. I don't know what to do, or how to write a personal statement or what that even is. I don't know how to sell myself (because clearly i cant get a guy to like me back since freshman year.) How do i know what to do? I want to grow up and go to college but i want someone to fill out the forms and get me to where i want to go. Pathetic eh? 

Well goodnight. : ) xoxo 

written from the coffee shop.

I sit at a coffee shop. Its crowded, tables filled, but with lonely faces. I sit alone. But so does everyone else. I beautiful couple passes me. Elegantly dressed, simple, beautiful. I hope that one day, I look just like that. The man across from me choose his muffin obnoxiously. His lips moving up and down, up and down, side to side. He scratches his left eye brow. Takes another bite. Girl with thick accent passes me. “where did she go?” leaves her red lips. Guy across from me still chews. This time his mouth chomps openly. I write. Wonder if they can here me. I hear familiar voices behind me. Joe. Patrick. Girl with a stomach as if she is pregnant sets down extra large slice of red cake with white icing. She isn’t pregnant. Just fat. Blue tee shirt guy sits down and eats the cake fast before she returns from fetching a cup of coffee. Women is slightly ugly dress writes on pink computer. The computer is tiny. Beautiful couple walks by again. Light turns green across the way. Jogger runs fast. Boy in a scouts uniform crosses with cautioned mother. “what is life when you are not living” says guy with black across from me. Not chewing anymore. I have to pee. I cant leave the table. I will loose it. The table. Light blue shirt man sets ice in cups next to girl in ugly dress and small purple computer. Chow truck drives away. Girl is black sweats throws entire cup of iced coffee away and exists behind me. Obviously gay older man struts next to me with his blue gym shorts pulled too high giving him a wedgie. No I didn’t chew. I am not sure it is happening. Sweet avian girls walk by. Indian looking man walks passed me in a yellow shirt.  I have goose bumps. Its kind of cold. Sunset is gone. Sky is now green clouded. Blue back drop. I smell pot. Gross. Overweight man waddles toward coffee shop. Smiles awkwardly. Brown bag in left hand. Bagels. Guy in black laughs loudly. Its piercing to the ears. Rap music in car that drives by. Unique fashion exists Cahoots. Dating couple passes awkwardly. I wish he would walk by. He wont. I wish to much. Still have to pee. Three bikers cross street. 

push for skatepark lights.

Concrete Rodeo skateboard event: Fairmont- Salt Lake City, Utah 

In photograph: Cherrie 

won’t find your spirit In a lost and found

I have been in a bit (that is kind of an understatement because it depends on what time of day it is really.) of a funk lately. Since Thursday last week i have wanted to cry- for no reason. I feel depressed and I shouldn't because i have more than anyone could ask for. I cant cheer myself up. When i am by myself i feel completely alone and I need to be with someone, but when i am with people i want to be alone. I hear people talking to me, but it doesnt feel like i am really there. I am physically, but not mentally. I may be going on about nothing and complaining and this is one of those posts you just skip by- but writing makes me feel better. (I lied. But it is nice to just rant sometimes is it not?)

 I think i need to be kissed. In movies the girl is always depressed and then this beautiful boy comes and they kiss and magic happens. Its like the film is in black and white and then KISS it is in color. The girl looks overwhelmingly happy. I think that is my problem. I need a Ren from Footloose, or a Johnny from Dirty Dancing, or even  jake Ryan from 16 Candles. Good luck with that right? Seriously.

 I just do not know why i feel this way. I have been eating healthy, i have been exercising to give me endorphins and endorphins are supposed to make you happy so you do not go and shoot your husband (name that movie...) I am living a perfect life. I am just stuck in the phunk and I want to get out.

anyways. Goodnight. xoxo

*Title: Mika "Blue Eyes" 

i am home and dont feel like writing right now.

Jonathan Boulet - A Community Service Announcement from Special Problems on Vimeo.

a sip of colorado kool-aid

Thursday:

• My adventure started at about 9:27 am. Our goal was to get out of the house at 9:30- so we were excited that finally the Rotermund family was going to be on time. 
• We drove for a few hours singing loudly until we reached the beautiful Steamboat Springs where we ate at Johnny B Good's (Gabrielle and I's favorite.) 
• Stuffed- we shoved ourselves into the big beluga (our giant white tour van) and drove to Winter Park. 
• After arriving, the crew and myself, walked around town and visited the skatepark to announce that the Concrete Rodeo has arrived. 
• We were each greeted with flowers and gift baskets. People flew to us asking for autographs  and hugs. An elderly women even came to me and begged me to kiss her child like I was Obama or something. (Okay- i exaggerated a little bit. But only about the gift baskets. haha) 
• Dinner was delicious and greasy at a local Pizza place. This was a hot spot for visitors and skiers- in the winter time (obviously)
• Gabrielle and I shared a nice little room at the Viking Lodge (Thank you Cdog) where we stayed up all night waiting for her hair to dry so it would not dry funny and get a natural bump it. (She still got a bump it- actually she got four) 
• we watched a dread awful movie but it was kind of entertaining
• i lost in a joke war to Max through text messages,
• Becca text me her concert situation 
• I slept soundlessly through the night. 

Friday: 

• Event Day
• I felt awful for most of the day. 
• I slept on a rock like a lizard in the morning during registration
• we had 36 kids enter!! Biggest event all year! So exciting! 
• Gabrielle announced! (this is one of her biggest fears but I forced her to do it instead of me so i could take pictures and she rocked the mic) 
• We stayed at Kristine's house (thank you) in Denver. 
• The salad at LOLA's was better than my burrito last year. 
• I slept on the floor (but slept well. I like the floor) 

Saturday: 

• we drove a lot today. (alot.) 
• the continental divide was pretty legit. (it has not changed much from last year) 
• I am currently in Glenwood Springs, Co. 
• There is a event tomorrow. 
• Pictures to come. 
• Goodnight. 
• xoxo

listen.

my friend Max created these. Check them out. I love them. 

 

my friend Max created these. Check them out. I love them. 

don't dial any numbers off of "how is my driving?" bumper stickers unless you want to have sex for 15% off.

I am sitting on deck this morning, just got home from the gym, and I am eating Special K Granola with "a touch of honey." Yum. It tastes good but there are not enough large clumps of honey granola goodness. Bummer. Anyways. I had planned on writing this post yesterday, and then when that didn't happen, last night, but that did not happen because I did not get home till the break of dawn. (Okay i lied. I got home at midnight, but one is allowed to exaggerate for emphasis that I was out last night late.) So anyways. I do not know where I was going with this. . . OH I should tell you about what happen to my mother and I driving today.

So we were driving right, me and mother, (i feel like I said that already) and we came across this car with a bumper sticker on the back that read "How is my driving? Call 1-800- EAT- SHIT" (pardon my french) And my Mother- being the carefree, wonderful, curious, women she is- said "I wonder if that is really someone's number?" To me that clearly was a hint to dial it and find out. I typed it in carefully making to spell EAT SHIT correctly. It rang once. Than disconnected me. I immediately received a text message. I opened it up and it read something along the lines of " Want to have steamy sex tonight with a hot babe in your area? Reply Yes to this number right now and you can get 15% off your next sex session" SO that was abbreviated and it did not have all the language and vulgar terms- i thought i would do you a favor and nit expose your innocent ears to such language. Moral of the story is don't dial any numbers off of "how is my driving?" bumper stickers unless you want 15% off sex.

I think it is high time for a music monday! Yay! I know it is not Monday, and it is in fact Tuesday, but you were deprived of music mondays yesterday so I would like to catch up. (I know this will be only the 2nd time Music Monday's has happened, but let us forget about that slight detail. Okay? Okay.) Today's musical artist is Memory Tapes.  (You probably have not heard of them due to the fact you are probably musically uneducated. But That is why I am here. )

Hometown: New Jersey.

The lineup: Dayve Hawk (vocals, music).

The background: The music of Memory Tapes is somehow creamy yet computerised, rapturous yet rhythmic, danceable yet dreamy. Dreamy is the word: Dayve Hawk, who is Memory Tapes, makes electronic dance music that is like a dream you might have had of a bunch of ghosts, of tribal dance around a blundering fire, or a swirly, psychedelic disco – the songs sound like what you have always imagined the aforementioned artists would make, even if you never got round to hearing them; like all the descriptions, all the evocative adjectives, you have ever read about them, transposed into sound. It's the best thing i've heard all week. (So that is a lie. I do not choose favorites. Songs might get left out.) 

Mr. Tapes is quite aloof and elusive, even if he does state that it's not his intention "to be wilfully mysterious". He's a stay-at-home dad of 28, "just some dude from southern New Jersey", who's "not that great with computers", can't drive, and doesn't own a mobile phone. Typical. He's remixed Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Peter Björn and John, and Britney Spears, which has predictably wowed the blogerati, and Michael Jackson's "people" have invited him to do one for a remix album, although he insists, "I'm not a DJ, and I'm not trying to rock a party" (even though he rocks my party) He describes himself as "a real spaced-out kid – I used to walk around in circles and envision this world happening around me. I would just come home from school and mess around in the basement until bedtime: recording, hooking things up, learning different instruments." He began working on material for Memory Tapes in high school, and ended up "having an email correspondence with the Cocteau Twins", who offered to bring him to England to record at September Sound, but it didn't happen – no phone = no plane ticket to Blighty. Now he makes budget-lavish, languorous disco, over which he warbles ethereally – many assume he's a woman. He's not, he's just in tune with the liquid and libidinal.  

Memory Tapes - "Bicycle" from Jamie Harley on Vimeo.

Memory Tapes : Treeship from Chris May on Vimeo.

Site & Sound: Memory Tapes from VanLou Media on Vimeo.

Enjoy. 

Lets talk about that lightning last night. Incredible. I do wish that it was raining, but the flashes in the night sky were insane. Last night in general was pretty enjoyable. It was nice and needed. Especially for my beastie Becca- who had a bad day. Here's a list: (you know how I love my lists) 

• do not have the dude behind the counter open your sparkling water unless you are going to go drink it right that. it will go flat and it will loose flavor and you will end up drinking it for hours and people will think you are weird
• did you know you can not really see your computer screen when you are out in the sunlight working? well you can't. 
• i edited my musical library last night and gave every song a title and artist (i had a lot that didn't have titles are artists.) I am proud of myself. Happy Ipod. 
• thats what she said jokes are not funny unless sung about in a song by Kramer and Max
• according to some people- shark week is more important that hanging out with friends
• Bonniville has a nice play ground but you should not go in the tunnel because things happen in there... AHH 
• Baja Blast Mountain Dew is not as good as others might say- but it is a taco bell original 
• you should always carry around a piece of paper and a pen so Paul can write down the titles to every song on your cd that you do not know the names of. 
• Jocelyn got a new cat. 
• and last but not least... how many blow jobs is enough blow jobs? 

Have a good day folks. Love you. xoxo