muffy

When I read rachel's blog posts for the fourth time since i have written even once, I felt saddened that I have been such a slacker... (very similar to the word previously discussed... saddening.

I decided that even though I only have twenty five minutes to transform myself from unshowered sweat pant scariness into a woman for a date that is about to happen, I HAD to stop and scribe things in honor of loving loveiiinatrashcan.blogspot.com.

The shower has now been waiting for me to stand in and under it for ten minutes,and instead of going green, I continue to merely feel guilty about not going green as
I watch the water vapor steam up the mirror out of the corner of my eye (because of the continuous running water no doubt), WHILE I do pointless things like write about this very incident.

Christmas was very festive and very Zenn. Sherman Texas is surprisingly cold and traffic filled. These two facts cause me to be confused about my where abouts, yet because I am surrounded by my nice sisters and lovely high school lovers, I realize i am INDEED present in my child hood stomping grounds. I know that am in my stopming ground because I found myself doing things like voiding everyone I don't absolutely HAVE to catch up with, and spending nights staying up til four oclock watching movies like 'Hope Floats' with people who truly have sculpted me into anything good that I am today. We also like to wear nothing but sweat pants, head bands, and fluffy shoes. We may or may not shower. Dont judge.. just enjoy girlly time with me. Please.

My other favorite person in the world... (we all know who this is) and I have finally finalized a lease for a furnitureless yet curtainned humble abode in Utah beginning January 7th. Though Im afraid of the cold as always... I am very pleased with this upcoming event of reunitation. (Yes. I know that is not a word).

Now my shower is cold, and steam is dissipating. This is what I deserve for blogging at the worst possible moment when I have had millions of other moments to do such things during this last week.

Whoever's eyes are reading this... i hope your holidays have been delightful. I hope you have eaten everything you have seen... very similar to me, and have loved every second of it. I hope you have done goofy festive family things, fought with your siblings/parents, and then continued to hang out with them for endless hours simply because that is what you do with family... and that is what you do at Christmas. Dont lie. The people who drive you the most undoubtably insane are definitely your favorite and most cherished humans.

K bye.

one tomato.

blogging feels impossible. because it is.

saddening.

i just texted that word to pencil. i did not know how to spell it. i first spelled it "sadening." aaand look. i typed it on this macintosh which spell corrected it for me. (it also corrected "corrected.") this is becoming very pathetic.

ANyway, blogging is impossible because i left my computer at my aunts house in salt lake city. so no pictures or anything awesome from my personal computer are available. Also impossible because my dads large and rather nice macintosh lap top is breaking.

Whenever i look at my blog, or most others, Safari quits immediately (there goes the red underline again).

When i asked my father about this problem, he said, "It's because your mom threw it across the room like 10 times."

Shocking.

No sarcasm, my mother is nice. that was shocking.

I said, "whaaat do you mean?!"

He said that she was sitting using the computer; a bug crawled on the lap top; she screamed and threw it across the room. Apparently this happened multiple times along with some other incidents that ended with this 17" silver brick on the floor, yards away from my mother.

And it is now deteriorating. in fact (the red line is telling me "in fact" is two words, which displeases me), there is a crack in the frame of the screen. Also it no longer has any whatever stuff that was making the top part of the lap "top" not constantly fall backwards.

It now constantly falls backwards.

i just finished watching "Eclipse," which i had never seen.

yesterday i discovered "Hoarders." i subsequently watched the funniest piece of television in history.

i went to the Atlanta aquarium. things like this turn me into a happy, curious 5 year old.

my face and feet were numb from walking downtown.

my family of carnivores/vegetarians/bratty whores finally decided on a 24" pizza that would suit us all. forty-five minutes after we ordered, our waitress told us our toppings were no longer available. we left.

trying new places proved to be bad. we went to a mexican place near our house. i got what i always get, a disturbingly large bowl of chicken and rice soup.

my life is so boring, why dont i answer phone calls.

tomorrow i am going to every thrift store.

i want to ride a bicycle.

no melodic allusions, please.

of the wild.

i mean. this isn't an emergency or anything. but MY GOHHHHSH.

really really really really?

I haven't been this excited for quite sometime (well, since yesterday, kristopher orr + lindsey cragun). Those pictures will come soon as well.

I meannn really? really. really? collars, bow headbands, velvet, short swing dresses, sheer, brown makeup, dots, lines, not to mention dirty, background walls (kortney's and my favorite). hOW do these people know me. ANyways. This is tba--to be adored. Randomly came across them today. almost freaked out. go visit yourself.

tba.

tusks.

Every time i approach the end of a semester, i am suprised at the amount of things i did not do during the actual semester. i am always puzzled by my inaction, yet i never even attempt to change. as a result, i have so much shiiit to do this week that i can barely breathe. It is especially difficult to do aforementioned shit when all i really want to do is read, sweep mines and play with my ducklings. o0h well. i guess this is just how this week has always gone and will always go.

and yes,

Jason Wu

Pre Fall 2011

i am sincerely freaking out about this. THIS, specificially: the above picture.

nnYAHhh.

Seriously, what a pretty robot. Please note that there are two models displaying his entire collection. Please note that the above photographs, my favorites, are mostly of caucasian, brown-haired, robot girl. I think i mostly like ths collecion because it is on her. She is making everything look perfect and robotic. Exactly how i like it. Her name is Julia Saner (Ford models). Seeing this collection and becoming obsessed with yulia made me investigate her further.

She is from Switzerland. She won the Elite Look modeling contest in 2009 when she was 17, which will make her 19 on Feb. 19.

Now everyone is obsessed with her, as are we. The only things that worry me are that she likes coldplay, her favorite colors are red and green, and her motto is, "don't worry; be happy." Yes, lets just ignore those things and like her for now.

Yulia's street style:

(eh, could be improved.)

i can be a freak.

i was just a normal person before i became a hipster.

-guess who.

nothing looks silly.

that is untrue.

(no relevance.)

i juuuuust feel like words written on blogs should be called blognarsh. no further explaination. and NO. i do not know how to spell explaination. explanation? and i do NOT have a Macintosh that spell checks everything i write. and i do NOT feel like looking it up on the Interweb because i look up words too often and it is no longer amusing. I have a feeling it is explanation. if this is true, then that is stupid, and im changing it to explaination. AAAAaaaand yes. i call myself a copyeditor and i do not know how to spell. guess what? i dont care. i also dont use apostraphes. DONT CARE.

just looked it up, damnit. it is explanation. eff. now its (it is minus the apostrophe) explaination.

flock hur

I've been dreaming of wintry things. I dont often prefer cold weather, I do like small amounts of photogenic powder snow

Forgot Deodorant today... looked in all seven bathrooms of the funeral home to find sum. Found green old spice for old men, looked around to make sure no one was spying, and put it on. The expiration date says 1999...it seems to be working just fine for me.

Im too hungry to type, my fingers are telling me that they would much rather be caressing finger foods than key board keys. Im sorry little fingers...Ill make you something nice when we get home.

Someone stole the large green recycling trashcans that sit behind the funeral home which were given to each house in Texas as a gift from the State. or something. My funeral colleague/desk mate is very concerned about this. He has now called every surrounding neighbor within a five mile radius to question them about the disappearance, AND is currently gazing out the upstairs window, waiting to pounce on the garbage can clepto. O My.

Today the wind started to blow in an abnormally violent fashion...(I'm starting to think the wind might need some counseling), however... all of the trees that have remaining fall colored leaves on them were knocked loose and began whirling around me.Red.Orange.Yellow.Gold.Brown.Green patterns over taking my eyes, and landing in my hair. It was whimsical and astonishing. I felt like I was in novel about how Fall became Winter. You should've been there.

I went to a Christmas tree farm. I smelled pine, and pet stray dogs. I took pictures of pristine green all around me (again). I sat in a patch of cockle burrs like an idiot. I drank apple cyder. I'm preparing for Christmas.

And evidently so is the lovely international color loving

leather company HERMES

someone colored on the igloo

dont put yer tongue on it

nice nap sack

there's a pup in yer bag

dulce far niete.

i do not appreciate baby voices. seriously, never do that around me. i will do it to you, but do NOt do it to me.

i do not appreciate the word 'though.'

i do not appreciate my phone on the verge of death (battery death).

i do not appreciate people trying to make me do things.

i do not appreciate angry thespians taking over the snow building.

i do not appreciate anyone who pronounces 'muslims' like 'mOslims.'

i do not appreciate hair not attached to heads.

(not saying that i particularly appreciate hair that is attached to heads.)

i do not appreciate any shower in my house.

i do not appreciate slipping every step on my way home.

i do not appreciate Eminem singing on the computer next to me.

i IN NO WAY appreciate sticky things. or spilling melty chocolate. or liquids outside of containers.

i do appreciate icicles the size of lightening bolts.

i do appreciate my matching coat and underpants.

i do appreciate horchata.

i do not appreciate that i already drank it.

and things.

Another twin post or sonthing

Also, I haven't been blogging because Im too busy writing obituaries, doing flowery florist flowers for my first wedding (someone else's wedding... dont be confused), spiking hyperactive people's food with Xanex (unfortunately that's not true.. though would be beneficial), reading Giusseppee Leonardo Fabiano XXVVVIII's favorite book...'The 5,000 Year Leap', eating pumpkin cream cheese things that my favorite mother is making and planning on running because of, smelling the delighfully perfumed scarf that is wrapped around my neck and below my nose, researching out of state tuition for non-Mormon institutions of learning, listening to accordion music, editing 120938875 pictures as always, being festive, hangin with Buck, welcoming my womb mate into my arms (and missing my other one ...you know who you are), sitting on the grass with the acorns, and searching for Christmas radio stations.

Also, I've recently been mulling over the idea to take up residence in my favorite Christmas tree farm for the month of December with my new horse Benjamin Rhodes and my camera, Melta. I have a thing for festive people, and I feel like that would be the best place to find them, not to mention I could enjoy rolling in the smell of pines 24/7. Let me know your thoughts... or if you'd like to join for that matter. I'll let you be my elves.

Also, Im dreaming of Colors again... prepare the paintbrushes..

Also, I went to a delightful wedding last night. One of my best friends and cousin, Steven, married his lover of 3 years yesterday in the Dallas, Texas Temple. I was able to help put together some of the flowers for their wedding, which was fabulous. I've rarely seen a couple so in tune with each other's soul vibes. After the wedding followed a great party full of all five million Cooper Cousins dancing their feet off. It was a show. As a result, I am very tired, very thorn poked (damn roses), and very against high heels. Only Grandma shoes for meh'. If you would like to be my grandchild, it can be arranged.

Also, enjoy Grandma's Pictures...

Done got sassed by Alice

Go take a Xanex... then get back to me.

hmnyeah you will.

no blogging because i am too busy sleeping till 12 with kristian, doing logic homework, working (pah), and most imortantly, reading dune. dune is almost finished. good and bad. good because it is SO GOOD. good because i will be able to move on with my life. good because i will be able to start my next book which i have been waiting foreverrr for. yeah it appears as though it is only good.

In other news, i miss kortney. i cannnnot wait to move somewhere and reunite. to where, we do not yet know. either salt lake or sherman will do. hot tub or trash cans. southern people or anarchists. tree desert or smog desert. Walt and friends or my grandparents. Christians medical office or human factories. nothing or nothing. they all sound good.

here are asians at tokyo fashion week, being goood.

Sunao Kuwahara Spring 2011

heaven knows i like clothing that makes you look wide. NOT sarcastic, i do.

money laundering.

"FBI agents then searched the person of Leslie Johnson incident to her arrest and recovered $79,600 in U.S. currency from her underwear," the affidavit said.

black rag

marf.

pantless

mmnyea you are.

yes oh yes oh only yes.

high ass?

pah.

Souh this is Peter Jensen Resort 2011.

It is good. yes it is oh so good. but lets get greal i dont really understand what is happening here. some of it is off. some of it is perfect. and that is basically that. it seems ill-fitting shorts, athletic socks and thick, crunchy, metallic, mis-shapen, long skirts may be back for the first time? but i dont dislike it. also, this girl is as high as the angel on my christmas tree, which can only be reached by my father (passive voice at its best).