felice anno nuovo!

Here is to the wonderful 2012 and the adventures 2013 will bring.

In honor of the last year, i made this little poem/word vomit of a sentence or phrase from each post this past year. Thank you to those of you who read Verbaledudette. I wish you the best and a Happy New Year!

bless this mess, we tried our best.

 I am on the edge of my seat and near tears with excitement. 

free concert downtown. 

the first impression rose. 

University of Utah.

 a new flavor of man candy. 

audrey verses the job market. 

who would be my male stunt double if I was to have one?

 birthday weekend was amazing.

 screw the idea of waiting for magic, everyday is magic. 

notes from the non business major in a business class. 

call it A.D.D but I call it lack of motivation. 

Oh goodness. 

first kiss. 

we all love sexy man backs.

 internet sensation. 

The British Bad Boy. 

good night and sweet dreams. 

carpe diem. 

san francisco. 

academy of art university. 

sometimes not being in control is the most beautiful thing in the world. 

love is a mixtape.

 sexy olympic games. 

neglected my male readers. 

He is six foot one of handsome.

 brief in words, but definitely not lacking in sex appeal. 

young, exotic, and a professional. 

you know how I like those man butts. 

Mmhmm. 

He is also shy. 

Phoebe, Kayleigh, Emme, Paisley, Savannah. 

roommates. 

perks of being a wallflower. 

raggamuffin. 

photography major. 

self portrait. 

time is such a hungry beast. 

touch me. 

i'm golden. 

wild as the wind blows. 

let's get lost. 

history with an accent. 

it's as simple as it should be. 

HoBro.

 homesick. 

silence is the most powerful scream. 

You have to know where you came from to know where you are going right? 

that awkward moment when your new friend turns out to be your teacher. 

Usually there is fog. 

juices, and water that has floating citrus in it. 

more inspirational and sappy over here. 

Today was just simply sweet. 

Sweet Disposition. 

I have reached the point where I officially know that I have made the right choice. 

i came here to do art, not make friends. 

toned graphic designers. 

rocky horror picture show.

 I am being a bit dramatic, but I did feel special. 

i am afraid to merge. 

people are in a panic. 

verbaledudette gift guide. 

It is decadent. 

It's witty. 

It's interactive. 

helping the locals.

 holiday spirit.

 big city life.

 I was lucky. 

have sex with a guy with a mustache. 

arts festival.

 right as rain. 

desperation. 

gay men will marry your girlfriends. 

haberdash. 

the awful truth. 

500th post. 

cold to the bone. 

i never used to win anything. 

not so silent night. 

Jack White, Of Monsters and Men, Metric, The Gaslight Anthem, and Two Door Cinema Club. 

crying in class. enthusiastic alone time.  

Oh how do I miss my family so much. 

stay gold. 

call it A.D.D but I call it lack of motivation.

My hiatus from writing was not because I did not have anything to say. Due to the redesign of my template for this blog, I could not find out how to re login. A pathetic blonde moment mixed with my inability to understand technology for more than a few minutes. Call it A.D.D but I call it lack of motivation.

I started my job. With burned fingertips, sweat, and hair sprayed bangs, I have been doing my job as breakfast waitress. Good news is that they have not fired me yet, bad news is that I am not very good at this whole get up every morning and go to work like normal people who want an income. I ride the train downtown each morning before the sun winks behind the mountains. Dressed in a men’s shirt, fish tie, and a black vest, I report for duty. Only one piece of toast has been dropped in the two weeks I have been considered an employee. I have yet to be asked for my number, but I hope my movie moment will appear one day.

The air is incredibly dry today. Gaping like fish without water I sweat and watch as my eyeliner makes it way from my eyes down my cheek. 

"I am your number one fan. There is nothing to worry about. You are going to be just fine. I am your number one fan. "

Good morning from a chilly seat in my kitchen. I am positioned by the window, but the entire apartment has a cold air to it. I am eating breakfast that consists of yogurt, cereal, and bananas. (My Mother just passed out, I am sure. I never eat breakfast at home.) The yogurt I am eating is like that “all natural- if you freeze it, it would taste like it is from Spoon Me” and it comes with a little side dish of chocolate cereal pieces that you put in. It tastes great, except for that I accidently bought one with coconut in it, so I had to mix some of Joanna’s peanut butter in to help diminish that grainy taste.

The main reason I am writing to you this early in the morning is to tell you about the films Joanna and I watched last night. I need to get them out of my head. The first one was Misery, based off of a Stephen King novel (so you know where I am heading with this.) It was suspensefully (yes, I know that is not a real word) creepy. I am not one for scary shows, but it was sure fun screaming and closing my eyes with Joanna in her little loft/room. I really badly want to tell you the most famous part, but I wont, in case you get some crazy idea to watch it this weekend.

The other one was called Bowling for Columbine, which is a Michael Moore film (again, his name says everything about what kind of film it was.) It was a documentary about guns and the safety of America. I definitely recommend it, but I will say it was more upsetting then the horror film because it was all true. I have always been really interested in the mind set behind someone who does a school shooting, probably because no one knows because the murderers usually do not walk out alive. It is one of those interests that terrify me at the same time. The thing I got out of this film is that The United States is built on fear and murder, but no one knows the reason that makes us so different from the other countries like Canada who only has three murders every few years.

Today we have cinema and I am not too excited. The room is always really cold and we are only watching weird documentary kind of movies. It is not exactly what I imagined the class being like.

Rachel has a friend visiting for the weekend. Just thought I would tell you.

Tonight we are kind of having a little tiny party in our apartment. When I say party, I mean like five people including the ones who already live here. Our German friends are coming, along with Ricardo and a few of his friends. I hope it is more fun than awkward, but I am sure it will be really awkward.

Also, I just want to inform you that my friends have a band called Jahboodie and then played at Kilby Court last night. Isn’t that so cool? I am really sad that I did not get to see it because one: they are my friends, two: it was at Kilby Court (the best concert place ever) and three: Gabrielle and I would have had so much fun wearing our band shirts she made and dancing along. (It would have been Miniature Tigers all over again, except for the Canadian part.)

We are having a really hard time getting Internet in the apartment lately. I just want you to know that I am alive and well and missing you like crazy.  : ) I hope you have a great day! xoxo

**Title: A quote from Misery