it went under!

one of our attempts of blowing up utah lake during it's frozen state.

i forget how good beyonce is sometimes. does anyone else feel so lightheaded after singing with her?

i want to write poems. people who write poems are funny. but i'd rather rap.

i'd rather be a con artist than a file girl.

i got 99 problems and my whip is one of em

guess who saw the red white and blue last night? i'm not talking about the flag. i'm talking about sirens. from a cop cah. weea weea woo weea weea wo, like a cop cah. seriously, the po-lice be on me. obviously they all had a meeting where they decided if they saw a red cr-v with a wolf sticker, pull it the hell over. it's a really good thing he pulled me over on a bad day, or else i don't think i could've put on the show i did. i know that all he had to do was look at my face and know that giving me a ticket would ruin my life. full on waterworks, full on pleading, full on desperation. i even managed to slip in a joke when i accidentally handed him my debit card instead of my i.d. and told him he could just go get some dinner with it and we could forget about this whole thing. i swear when they go back to their cars all they do is play online poker or something cause it takes way too long, and if they win they don't give you a ticket, but if they lose they get all pissed and write you up. during that time i thought about abandoning ship and just running right into that powerplant i was parked next to. or just making a run for the mountains. obviously i don't need my car anymore, since all they do is pull it over, and obviously i don't need an i.d. if i'm on the run. good thing he appeared back into my window at that moment. guess what? he must've won his game. no ticket. cruise control is my new best friend.

everyone keeps saying whoa. if you don't believe me then check your blog titles.

i can't sleep fer shit this week. maybe you've noticed cause all my comments on facebook are at like 2 in the morning. if you're being sketchy and need a ride, then give me a call cause chances are i'll be awake. even if you're in idaho

c'mon cr-v

yes officer, you can pull me over. i swear i was going 80 and not 97. i don't think my car can even go that fast. we're going to the hot pots. i shouldn't have said that. we're going to visit our sick grandmother. i shouldn't be wearing this beanie and wolf coat. we don't party sir. five miles til our exit. good thing i paid that parking ticket. yeah you can act like that tool of a motorcycle cop that i didn't notice trying to pull me over, who could while listening to rihanna anyway? how dare he even pull me over while my favorite song is playing. no, i won't pull over till my song is over. sure i'll take that seatbelt ticket sir, but no i will not put my seatbelt on. sure i'll take this speeding ticket highway patrolman. no, i will not tell my dad. i will try not to eat it and spit it out. i will pay it on the last day possible. you will ruin my christmas. or my bringing christmas, rather. highway patrol and motorcycle cops don't mess around. yes i will go to traffic school. no i will not speed anymore, so stop following me so close dammit!

yes car, you may start after ten seconds of dying noises. yes closest gas station you may be out of gas. no car, you cannot make it on that highway. no car, you can't even make it down the street. yes anna, you may rummage nearby sheds, find a gas can, and walk to the only other gas station in mapleton. no you cannot call your mom. good thing you stole allisons ipod today, and good thing she has pink friday. and good thing mapleton is a tiny town, and you're not in silver city. and good thing you look really sketchy right now.

yes tire, you may be flat. you may be one hundred percent flat today. yes i will open my car door and run my thigh into the corner. check out that bruise. hey dad.. i've got a flat tire. yes, my tires are under warranty, yes my new tire was free.

should i continue to drive? do i want to find out what's next in my bad car luck?

i really don't know.

at ease, homie

i've been feeling so hood lately. pretty sure it started when i decided to add "homie" to my top words, so if you're wondering why i've been saying that so much lately it's because i'm starting a mixtape. there was that one time where i tried to get people to call me "lil truth". i really don't know why i did that, but this time around you can just call me lil wolfey or something. most nights you can find me in my room listening to lil wayne pandora while practicing my graffiti writing. i even changed my gmail theme to graffiti.

i didn't draw this, but i'll get there one day. cool though, right?

you know those weird white kids that have little rap cds of themselves? they perform star wars raps in the talent shows and wear track suits every friday? i feel like every high school has at least one of them. just so you know, i'm way cooler than those kids. i'm for real. once i figure out how to work garage band to the fullest, i'll have some tracks. that's the future goal here. if you're wondering who my inspiration it's nicki minaj. if you've ever heard that monster song then you'll know why. and if you're feeling crazy then you can listen to her new album pink friday, but only if you're feeling crazy.

so if you're going to be a hater, then be a hater you'll only fuel my fire, and i'll probably diss on you hard in my rhymes.

if you got nothin but love then do me a favor and keep me on my game- text me a beat, guarantee you'll get some hot lyrics in return. also, if you want to do a collab with me then hit me up.

word.

storm warning

storm of the century my ass. so much hype attached to the one inch of snowfall that is now covering the earth. where are the other 39? i counted down the minutes left of work today by writing way good raps about this storm, i literally cheered all the way home about this storm, even our soda bottle caps told us "high tail it outta here" and "hide out for a few days", and all i get is one inch? really? i've never been so let down

one thing this supposed storm was good for was an opportunity to all gather at cyds and talk about who was knocked up by who, who was marrying who and the real reasons why, and who punched who in our graduating class. thank you springville high.

if i wake up and don't have to create a tunnel to get out of my front door i'm going to replace the chief meteorologist.

omg

seriously i do not know what to do with myself. excitement. excitement. excitement. i can literally feel it pumping through my veins. just excitement. i can't even talk, and breathing's not coming easy. and talking about it only makes it worse.

HARRY POTTER HARRY POTTER HARRY POTTER.

i, like melissa, get to see it twice in a row. how lucky are we? don't answer, we already know. i have no way to contain this excitement. but i've just thought up a really good way to channel it all. i'm going to get my seventh book which i restarted the other day, and my wand, and i'm going to read it aloud in my room and i mean really loud, and i'm going to act it all out. if you want a show, come through my window well, i'll be doing it for hours. stop by.

tuesday is so the new friday

if anyone is ever wondering about me on a tuesday, wonder no further. this is how my new tuesdays of tradition go.

tuesdays = taco amigo. taco amigo trumps del taco, taco bell, taco time, any sort of taco named fast paced eating establishment any day ever ever of ever. i am completely obsessed. and i mean it. obsessed. number 2, 3 fry sauce and 2 taco sauce. i am so curious to know the stories that the employees have formed on me, and i know that they have because i'm in there all the time. and nine times out of ten i'm by myself.

tuesdays = a matinee showing at the wynnsong. this long lost theater is one of my favorite places of refuge. it's barely hanging onto life, so i choose to give it business whenever possible. it's really not that rare of an occurrence to be the only human in the theater, which is just one of its perks. it's also home to the "stimulus tuesday" check it out sometime.

maybe i'll fit some work in, maybe i will not.

i wait around for a bit for my freakin great friend mal to finish her stupid homework. i rush to her house where we get out glee on. every week we add to our menagerie of television programming, and so far this is what we've got. glee of course, which to be honest has been lacking this season, although i do love me some good kurt freak outs and can thank last episode for supplying me with that. "COURAGE." hahaha. after that is our show lost tapes. absolutely hilarious. then we have freak encounters, which is equally as hilarious. gotta thank animal planet for those beauties. and then we have our new series called walking dead that we just started, about my worst subject. zombies. it's insane and has me thinking about zombie survival tactics all night which continue into my dreams. sometimes mal makes me cookies, and sometimes i eat her families pizza. when we're up to it we usually demonstrate some of our pool playing skills.

i live for tuesdays. absolutely live for them. if you want a good tuesday, just give me a call, i'm pretty sure i can help you out.

yes i am watching rocko's modern life right now, and yes it is so dang weird.

my latest pieces

R.I.P.

news came today. and it came hard.

every time i return home from work, first thing i do is look for my dog rosie. i'm generally not in the best of moods when i get home, for obvious reasons (work) but rosie changed that faster than anything, tag wagging, barking, and running to me as fast as she could muster in her old age, greeting me with the warmest welcomes i've ever received, genuinely happy that i had made it home. but today was different. today there was my mother and my sister crying in the living room. today there was no barking. today there was no rosie.

within seconds i knew the cause of these tears. and just as quickly i was forming my own tears. rosie has had really bad allergies for a really long time. my mom explained that all the medicines she had been taking over the years to help it had finally caught up with her, and destroyed her liver. my dad took her to the vet on friday and they discovered how bad all the damage really was. he had to make a choice. the answer, although very hard, was clear. it was her time to go. my mom told us that it was really hard on him, and until now they've been telling us that she was just staying over at the vets to be watched because they've been too scared to break the news

sadness and cry fests are all this day brought, until i saw something in my window well- an elf hat filled with a bunch of wonka candies and bernie botts every flavor bean! then i found out that the giver of the gifts was outside my house. i quickly ran out. they let me cry. and they made me laugh. and most importantly they took me to the store to get tampons. everything that a great friend should do. thanks so much gav and lins. you guys are the best.

rosie loved me. unconditionally. i could call her names and push her away, but she'd still come back, tail wagging, insisting that i pet her. dogs have the power to turn hard asses into baby- talking fools, to turn people who are closed off into showing affection, and people who feel defeated into trusting again. you may say a dog is a dog, a pet is just a pet. but they are so much more than that, and full of lessons. losing a pet is one hard hit.

today, i lost my little best friend.

rest in peace little girl. you will be missed. i sure hope that you're being pampered as much as you tricked us into up in heaven.

reminder

i have a few things to say. but not before i watch the neverending story. because for whatever reason i've only ever seen neverending story two. i'm sure i'll forget what i was going to write about when i get back around to writing it. but one of them is the perfect spot to meet your friends that live in cedar city. and i already can't remember what the other things i wanted to talk about were…. but i'm sure i'll find something else to talk about when i decide to talk.

just a lil convo

1:52am

Hey Anna, I'm doing a super-last minute homework assignment and need to interview three people I don't know very well. I think the only time I've talked with you was during the pioneer trek. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions for a media writing class assignment?

shoot for the stars

that means yeah

Sweet thanks so much. Well is there anything interesting going on in your life right now? Are you going to school, or working, etc.

i only work right now, and it is a real bore. a definite soul sucker.

Where do you work?

sprinkler world

Nice. What do you do there?

i am a file girl. basically i just make piles.

Have you done anything fun lately or unique. It doesn't have to be something way crazy, but something that's maybe a little unique?

lemme think a minute

well there was this one time when i stole a really nice wand from my friends little brother that he made with a lathe and went around town casting spells at people. i even cast a few of the unforgivable spells but keep that part quiet. does that count?

Haha, nice. So what got you interested in Harry Potter, and what are your plans with the upcoming movie releases?

my friend drewbee suggested that i read them, she knew i'd love them and of course i did. i just finished the whole series not too long ago and i'm obsessed. i'll be at the midnight premiere, dressed up no doubt, probably as hermione

Haha! Perfect. See, you do have a news story in your life. So really quick, how would you set yourself apart from other Harry Potter fans? What makes you different?

well i think that in the end we're all just looking for a little bit of magic in our lives, and harry brings that to us in such a great way. i actually believe i'm a wizard and my parents hid my letter from hogwarts. the books sort of meshed into my real life, i dunno how many other people that happened to, but i'm guessing i'm probably in the minority.

Haha! Nice. Well, thanks so much for all your help. I appreciate it!

you're welcome, i'll talk about HP anyday

change of heart

i used to welcome winter. not necessarily with open arms, but to a point where we could coexist without much contention. i don't know what has changed within me, but something has. i want nothing to do with the winter. nothing. i've had a problem with sleep this week. it chooses not to come, and i blame the weather. i think it's because i don't want to wake up to snow everywhere, and if i don't sleep then i don't have to wake up. last winter i remember always trying to cheer ali up, telling her it wasn't so bad and all that. that was some bullshit. i have bad feeling about this winter, and since it's now general knowledge that i'm more on the psychic side than the ordinary side i think you guys should go with me on this one and keep watch. mainly just make sure i don't try the whole hibernating thing again. i'm just worried because who's the one who's gonna say it's not so bad? one thing that i did not and will not change my mind about is that snowflakes are beautiful.

nope

i'm just wondering if anyone else is aware that it is a straight up blizzard outside? snow. blizzard. snow snow wet. no one probably is, because everyone normal is probably sleeping. but it is.

stealing cones is real fun and real hoodrat.

untitled

i wonder what someone would think of me who looked at my netflix history. what sort of opinion they would form on me. i'm really not a very consistent person at all. that's probably all they'd come up with.

i want to go to yellowstone sooo bad. before the snow ensues. i feel like only young married couples go with each other. is that what it will take for me to go? to get married? ali, will you guys go with if i get married too? i've been watching documentaries on it, netflix of course, and i just really want to go. or to the backroads montana.

my parents are out of town and i am loving it. so much. anyone who wants to come over, feel free. and if you don't see my car in the driveway, it's because it's in the garage. i know none of you are going to come, but i wish you would.

i'm excited for glee, it better be good. so far the season hasn't been too impressive. with the exception of the britney spears episode of course.

today was such a weird day… then again, most of my days are.

no woman no sleep

i cannot sleep, for whatever reason. this is the funniest thing i have ever seen.

what's that?

weird should always be a compliment.

..except don't type in "weird" on google images.

or do..

buzzin

let me tell you how this all started... the jazzy java truck on the side of the road; or that's how i see it at least. it's not really a truck, and it's not really called jazzy java but that's beside the point. i don't think people who work at coffee places can ever understand why someone would come there, and then not want coffee. this, in turn, causes them to get orders wrong. always. how do you make sense that you want white hot chocolate, but you want it blended, not hot. and not chocolate. white chocolate. the people at dairy queen understand me just fine when i tell them i want a frozen hot chocolate. but they are not coffee connoisseurs, they are blizzard connoisseurs.

obviously the brain dead kid got my cousin and mine's orders wrong. i'm not so savvy on the coffee lingo, he didn't quite understand and kept asking me all these questions. apparently tan means both white and normal chocolate, so be aware, because my unawareness of this new language disabled me from leading him back onto the track of my real order. so we got coffee. and it was so gross. we stopped at the gas station and smuggled out tons those little coffee creamers. then we drank it all. first mistake.

we went back the next day, determined to get our orders right. and we met bailey beck. we told her what we wanted and she went on and on about how awesome she made our drinks, and told us about how she put some bailey cream in it (whatever that is) extra chocolate and double shots that would have us up forever. her enthusiasm made me question her sobriety, and really question this secret bailey cream. but i can never say no to someone so excited, so i accepted her drink while she continued to rant and rave and told her that it was wonderful. but wait, it really was wonderful, not what i intended to order, but wonderful. and we drank it all. i was buzzing and bouncing head to toe the whole rest of my time at work. second mistake

so we tried a third time. bored of my story yet? i am. the third times a charm because for some reason they got the order right. and do you know what? i was disappointed. i wanted my coffee.

so here i am, digging through my pockets for change to get those way tasty caramel frappes from mcdonalds. dang that bailey beck who works at that jazzy java truck is good.

life sucks without magic

cornelius fudge. that's literally all it took. that name. for me to read the harry potter series. we were on our way to california, and for whatever reason we were listening to the sixth book on tape in the car. it only lasted a chapter or so cause everyone started getting whiney and hating it. we probably should've kept it playing though, because what resulted after that was an argument about gavin saying that the beatles could all die, even though half of them already are, and drew almost ending his life. after that we all put in our own headphones and didn't talk for a while. while we we did listen to harry potter i wasn't really paying attention cause i had no idea what was going on. then something grabbed my attention, and that was "cornelius fudge". i loved the name so much. so i started listening. and as i listened i realized that j.k. rowling was seriously onto something. i asked drew what all this harry potter business was about and she started raving about how i would love it. i generally trust drew in what sort of entertainment i would like so i knew what i was going to do when we got home from california. read harry freaking potter. i had read the first book in elementary school. i honestly remember how it made me feel, like it was the best book on earth, and having to put it back into my desk after SSR (silent sustained reading) time was one of the hardest things i had to do in fourth grade. but for whatever reason i never finished the series. that needed to be fixed. and so it began.. i started with the first book. i broke up the monotony of work by taking breaks and going to a park to read. this wasn't a very good idea cause usually i'd never go back to work, i was so consumed. the guy who mows the lawn in the park i go to actually came up to me and told me he always saw me there reading, and asked how i liked the grass. i sometimes would read at the lake on top of my car, in a swim suit. i had a lot to read, so i got pretty creative. i also think reading indoors is boring, unless it's winter. if you want to know where else i read, you're just going to have to ask me sometime. so many people have said things to me like, i don't want to read harry potter, i'd rather read really good books. if i hear someone saying this, i immediately put them in the zero imagination loser category. sure, they are easy reads, but sometimes i feel like things like that have more meaning in them than things that are supposed to be packed with it. look what j.k. rowling has created. my mom didn't really like my obsession, because most nights i would press her about why she never told me that i was a wizard, and if i was the only one in our family who could do magic. i think it was a nice break for her though from cat comments though. i love everything about harry potter. i love everyone in harry potter. i would honestly fantasize about harry way before edward or jacob. he's the freaking greatest. finishing the series was bittersweet to say the least. obviously i was elated, but at the same time i could feel the awful end. these feelings could only result in the production of tears. i made my way through the last chapter or so crying. i was close to a playground and i could feel the mothers eyes on me, ushering their children back to them, and forcing them to keep a good distance from the weeping lunatic over at the picnic table. but i didn't care, i couldn't care. harry potter transformed my boring life into one full of all sorts of wonder. and i'm not gonna lie, life sorta sucks without him.

so here i am, a few months and 4175 pages later, a harry potter freakin fanatic. a wonderful series finished, feeling completely full, but totally empty.

wanted

if anyone sees this guy, let me know asap.

he'll work too.

this is how we spend our workdays.

my new little family

i discovered these in my house. i didn't even know i had them. i was so excited i found them, by far the best thing that happened all day, although there wasn't much to compete with, but they are so cute. check em out

a tiny cat + a tiny rosie + a tiniest duck = a dream come true

(ali, maybe you can have the duck. maybe.)

so i freaking took the ACT on saturday so i can go to college or whatever.

this is how studying went

so we were all in this classroom waiting to take this test, and then this crazy girl dressed in her sunday best busts out, are we not supposed to talk, or is everyone just nervous? i told her it wasn't my finest hour, and she must be some crazy morning person. she said she wasn't, so i pegged her as the seminary council type cause no one voted her for student council. the room fell silent again for a while until the seminary council girl asked if anyone knew a good joke, and i said yeah, shut the eff up. and then i got kicked out for breaking the rule of unruly behavior and didn't have to take the test and left and got mcdonalds breakfast. just kidding, but i did draw a hand flipping off the math section after i guessed on more than half of it. the test was lame, but i went to chickfila afterwards. then i went home, and slept for six hours. and watched a whole lot of television on netflix. a whole lot. everyone should have netflix. love love it. everyone should read harry potter. and everyone should get full marks on the ACT, just for enduring the experience. can i get an amen?

just another

here's another one of those song things. if you want to watch the original one, then do it i don't care. i really like the part where he starts crying

long live gwen.

i'm not taking this hair tie out of my hair until summer is over. and summer isn't going to be over to me until i do a few things. number one, go to topaz mountain. number two, swim in the great salt lake/salt flats. number three, play mafia with my friends at the meadow hotpots. i think that'll do. and i'm sick of people saying that they like how it's cooling off, cause it's the worst.

i went to lake pal. pal because like most lakes, it's my friend. it was kind of the worst cause it was all stormy n shit. there's not much you can do on a stormy lake. what with all the fears of lightening and being blown to nowhere and getting ran over by a boat n shit. if you're ever like pretty mad, not like super pissed, just like little bit, then try driving home chewing ice and your music on full blast. there were these two girls camping across the water and i was convinced that it was me and cyd. or at least our twins. they just sat in their floaties all day listening to ace of base and fiona apple and even BRANDI. anyway i hiked to some indian ruins, it was probably my favorite part. i tubed and boated and jet skied and even though it stormed, it was still fun and i wish i was still there. cause it's cold here. n shit. oh yeah, my cousin doesn't even know who gwen is. gwen as in gwen stefani. i almost fainted when she told me that. and then she wouldn't give me her d.a.r.e. flag shirt, or her america bracelet she made. i was upset so i made her pee her pants on a jet ski ride, it wasn't hard at all cause she's like a little scared mouse.

i drove through the first stop light in mapleton today. it was surreal.

n shit.

yello

if you tried to call me from july 16th to july 29th, and i didn't answer then don't feel bad. it seems as though i didn't take anyone's phone call during that period. cyd discovered this while searching my phone today, 50 missed calls. not even any dialed. anyone remember what was going on? cause i sure don't..

everything you need to know about kesha. part one.

number two

number three

the enemy.

mine and cyds worst enemy was spotted the other day. it was the worlds worst truck with the worlds worst stickers on the back. one of the stickers had a cougar with a bullseye on it and it said here kitty kitty, and the other had a wolf with a bullseye on it and it said take em out.

i just tried to find the stickers they have on google, but i couldn't. and i had to stop because i couldn't handle it anymore.

if any of you see this worlds worst truck with the worlds worst stickers driven by the worlds worst human you better let me know ASAP. cause when i find them, i'm going to put this over their stupid stickers. and this. this too.

take that truck.

cat cute.

the things i get myself into... or should i say, the cat things i get myself into.

you be the judge

made for each other?

(compliments of drewbee)

one time i shot a tractor window out with my sling shot. i blamed it on my neighbor. the funny part is that the-kid-who-i-blamed-it-on's mom watched me do it from her window.

live n learn.

able to kill giants?

this is what i've been doing for the last like one million minutes, creating this little number for my father and his primary class, so they can better learn about david and goliath.

tragedy at 908

luna is gone. luna my cat.

if you need me, i'll be in my room for the next year.

this is an outrage

of course they kept them, they MADE them!!!!

you know that damn saying? happy as a clam. what the hell. that is not true at all. does anyone know anything about clams? about how they spend their whole lives building one of the coolest things-- a pearl. all for people who learned how to hold their breath long enough to dive down and steal them. i would like all of you to think something. think of putting all your efforts into building the best masterpiece ever, and then think of a man prying through the door, wearing goggles, and snatching it. if i ever hear anyone say that in my company. best believe i'll make you regret it. also if anyone tries to tell me clams don't have feelings or a brain, no speaking terms. oh and by the way, clams can change their gender once in their lifetime.

while i am on the topic of things pertaining to water, i would like to tell you about my brush with death i had the other day. those faint of heart, discontinue reading.... now, and try this instead. or this. this may do the trick. actually, i'm just gonna leave you with that. screw the story, me and cyd tipped my canoe in a tiny tunnel in super cold super fast water.

:) <---- click.

part 2

catcrushed.

i was sitting in my room reading some hp and my dad called me. usually i don't answer when he calls me but this time i did. and guess what he said? there's a cat in our backyard. so i ran to my backyard and he had a cute little white and gray cat. i hung out with it and followed it around and held it and stuff. then for whatever reason my mom decided to let my dog out. the little cat did not like that at all. i didn't think rosie would chase her, but she did, chased her right up a tree. like far up a tree. the cat was real scared, she kept looking and screaming at me. she was too high up to jump and there wasn't really a way for her to get down. so i climbed up the tree and i still could barely reach her, but don't worry i got her down, it was a close one though. after that she stuck to me like glue. one of her paws had gotten scratched and she got streaks of blood like all over my wolf shirt and i'm not even mad. so then we just sad (i meant sat, i just accidentally wrote sad cause i am way sad) around and she just played with me then my mom came back out and was like i'm letting rosie back out and i didn't want her to get chased up a tree again, so i put her on the fence. and walked away. and she cried for me to come back. but i didn't. so then i cried. it was too many emotions in like fifteen minutes. i love that cat. and now i'm a wreck.

attention.

just a few things i think everyone should know.

how addicted i am to farkle. and the reason i like to play it on facebook is because i can play it against people and win chips and pick up on the lingo like gl and gg. i just barely beat a lady from england, she asked me if i worked and i told her about my job (there's a little chat thing on the side of the game btw) she told me that no job is just nothing, and that it was a worthy job! i'll try to remember that in my cubicle tomorrow. you don't have to play it, but you also don't have to get mad at me for playing it. if you do, keep in mind the 39 year olds tendencies to ask you if you have a bf.

how extremely excited i am to see brandi carlile. i've honestly been waiting three years for this day. and the 11th is the day!

how badly i want to go to lake powell. all the stupid albums on facebook are not helping this longing either. nor the reading sessions on top of my car at utah lake. i can feel it in my bones, i need lake powell.

and i have a feeling that lake powell needs me.

how consumed i am with harry potter. i don't even care what anyone says, the wizarding world is so totally cooler than the muggle world. definitely.

i still want a cat. correction-- i still NEED a cat.

these are the things that occupy my mind. just for your fyi.

avada kadavra

i really thought in my mind that i had a couple things to write about. but mostly i just am thinking about this wand.

it really came in handy when that van tried to race gav's volvo. i may or may not've cast one of the unforgivable curses.

no need to be informing the ministry, though.

this wand was created by mitch williams, and i would like to clarify to susan that i am only borrowing it.

the next generation. and the next, and the next.

i wonder if i would have any friends and/or brain cells left over if i watched every season of degrassi.

we

we drove and drove and drove. we missed the heart concert in wendover. we saw tons of casinos and two dos amigos. we didn't get to listen to jewel, but we did listen to gwen. we made bracelets. we got lost. we saw a bear so we stayed in such a happy cottage at the lazy s lodge. annie ran. i fed squirrels. al and nat slept. we thrifted. our minds got blown at the renaissance fair. we watched the world champ jouster joust and cheered for scotland. we ate a turkey leg, and a ranch burger, and a watermelon slushie. a dark cloud settled over when we realized that annie got towed. she tried to tell the officer stories on the drive to the tow-yard, but he didn't like it. miscellaneous bedding and pocket knife. we laughed. we marveled at the scenery, and stood in the cold water. we didn't pee like all day. we played princess puzzle game. annie ate dirty celery and old pasta and a pepper, i ate a lunchable, ali got tiny cheese cubes and ate pasta salad with chopsticks, natalie ate something with no meat. we slept in a non smoking room that for sure smelled like smoke in winnamucca. we listened to brandi. we made it home. we had a good time, believe me.

we went to lake tahoe.

whaterr

this is one of the things i watch when i need to remember that gavin is a real human.

come home come home come home!

one time when we were in vegas, annie was hopping from white line to white line like a serious handicapped on the crosswalk and someone is the hoard of humans crossing the street called out, "there's a drunk" and it made my day, she was nowhere near drunk.

one time me and drew were sitting in her car and i was carving a firework to make it into a bomb and my knife slipped and the tip went into my finger. i have a nice scar.

one time ali "dared" me to walk through some sort of iceburg in a parking lot in the winter, and i tried to, but then she wouldn't let me try to climb into the dumpster.

one time xlear inc sent me some samples, and me and gavin sat on my bed and snorted so much xylitol and crushed the mints and snorted those and used that freaking nose water stuff so much until like four in the morning and turned into complete idiots and called xlear a few times with a few messages which i have no idea what they said but i'm glad that their best employee got to listen to them.

one time me and gavin went on a drive. and we went up the canyon and took some dirt road. and it never ended ever. it just kept going. and it was dark. and you felt like you were the only thing on the earth because you could not see anything but like not in a good way in a scary way and i could never give the situation justice with explaining, like gavin being on the verge of several legitimate panic attacks and unexpected ability of being able to stay calm. anyway, we started up hobble creek canyon, and we got spit out in spanish fork canyon. we drove clear across the mountain, do you understand?

one time ali allowed me to shoplift. because we only wanted the whistles, and the necklaces were too overpriced. i wouldn't really call it shoplifting though, because ali allowed me to. even though she left to a different store, she still let me cause she wanted it and she knows it

one time me and cyd went to this place, called mammoth and it made no sense. because it was like half a ghost town. but i'm certain it is 100 percent a conspiracy, i don't even have the energy to explain it. but it is the most eerie place i have ever been, like you'd stick your head somewhere that was empty and you'd get this feeling like "i'm not alone." and it definitely is not the good kind of the i'm not alone feeling. but we broke into this abandoned trailer. and it was the weirdest of things. because for one, there were still dishes in the sink. and food was still out. but trust me, it was abandoned. and we stole a candle and now it will haunt us and whatever i'm going to bed.

bugg ate NINE crickets today. i'm so pissed.

i love memories so so so much. i love making memories with my friends so so much. i love my friends. so much.

boat babes

i am going to tell you a story. but before i tell it keep in mind that me and cyd are fine, and we don't really plan on making things like this a regular occurrence.

so cyd texted me and said i called in sick to work, and i'm not sick. and so i said, what a coincidence i'm "sick" too! so off we went into the world of not work. after we got cyd some suspenders we ended up eating sandwiches (again) by the lake. we were playing on the boulders right by the loading dock for the boats when this jeep blasting nickelback rolled up, and two boys jumped out. one of them said to us "what are you ladies doing?" and we said "just playing with some sticks" and he said "oh, well you ladies wanna come out on the lake with us" and we said "yeah sure!" because the whole time playing on those rocks we hoped that we could go out on a boat with someone, i think we just chose the wrong someones. so cyd jumped in the boat with one, and i jumped in the jeep with the other to launch the boat. i did have to move aside some cigarettes and chewin tobacco so i could sit down, and the nickelback started booming again. this is when i realized that it didn't seem like such a good idea, and then the boy said to me, "i'm cooney, and out in the boat that's dodge" and that's when i knew it wasn't a good idea, i had to hold back a laugh and could barely manage an "alright cool". i finally joined cyd in the boat and we were off into the lake. meanwhile cooney was saying things like "i didn't see a wedding ring on your finger" "you ladies smoke? do ya smoke weed?" "you ladies makin fun of my tiny baby toe? i'd rather have a little baby toe than a long ass thumb" "let's take our boat babes over there" "if we start drivin a little crazy it's cause we stopped on the way and ........ (then he said some words that were not understood by me or cyd) " "yeah i had a friend with a sister named cyd and she was hot too" "let's take our boat babes here". finally after an hour of cooney's seriously stoned voice and trying to pay all our attention to their dog instead of them, the dock was in sight and all the thoughts of what could happen to us out on the lake with cooney and dodge went away. cooney ended the conversation with words about how we don't drink or smoke and how hard in was to find people like that here, we just wondered "in utah county?"we made it to the dock and jumped off the boat. we thanked them for the ride and hurried off to my car but then we realized cooney was following us. he started explaining how they take a few boats out on the lake a couple times and how much fun it was and if we'd be interested in joining so cyd gave him a fake number and that was the end of it. i don't think i'll wear my monster truck shirt for a while, it doesn't seem to attract the best sorts of company.

we finished the day with some bb gun shootin and some cracker barrel eatin and some supernintendo playin. all in all i'd say it was a pretty hoodrat day. and we live to tell the tale of cooney and doge

n stuff

so one day i was like oh, i will go get a sandwich and to the park and for a picnic. so then i had my picnic at the park, and then i was like this is nice, so i climbed this tree there, and then i read some about a boy named harry who is actually a wizard and he goes to a school called hogwarts up in the tree, but then i felt bad cause i took this birds spot so then i was like, well i should go to the ruins? so i got in my car. and the unthinkable happened. i said no, i should actually go to work. so i went to work, and worked at a lightening pace, and knocked out almost my whole pile of stuff that has been haunting me, i was amazed, and i loved it! i was proud. then i was like, ok now it's friday and i should go to the ruins. so then i got a sandwich, and had a picnic at the ruins. and i explored some tunnels and stuff like that. i realized that i really like hanging out in the very back of my car. it's really fun, so i sat back thurr and shot some bb's at some stuff. then i climbed on my roof and read some more about that boy harry, then i went and climbed some more stuff to read some about harry, and then so on and so fourth. and there was a.....

i don't even care anymore, i'm going to bed. i want the taco amigo, i will go tomorrow probably. i don't even like sandwiches.

dig.

another thing that i would like to do, that has been on my mind quite a lot. is digging a hole

you think this is a dumb idea, but i know you've all read the book holes, right? well i really really want to dig that kind of hole. five feet deep, and five wide. i honestly have no idea how hard this would be, but people keep telling me i won't be able to do it. i don't know why, stanley did it. and so did that tiny kid. zero? he loved doing it. my dad told me i could, and my mom said she could find me more constructive things to be doing. but i feel like this is an experience that needs to be experienced. i mean, i loved that book. i owe it to... someone. i don't know who. but i know i for sure don't owe it to his no-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealing-great-great-grandfather. something along those lines i think. i can't do it by myself, someone has to dig one with me, different holes of course, because those are the rules. i really don't want mr. sir to send me to that lady with the toxic finger nails. i also need someone to drive by and refill my water bottle, which will be a milk jug or something like that, and i'll need you to have some sunflower seeds that i can steal from you. i'll probably need some sort of filming going on. i have a feeling it should be documented.

i'm just not sure if i should do some working up to it, training if you will, or if i should just do it. i'm just really not sure how any of it is going to go. i think i feel like i'll be able to do it because i watch lost all the time and they are always digging like tons of holes and they can do it. so, if the cast of lost, and the characters in holes can do it, then so can i.

if anyone wants to play any of the parts, then just tell me. i have a feeling though that i might be pulling this off solo...

i'll let you know how it goes.

dont ask me for a title

i'm so bored, like all the time. like right now. like always. i'm so bored that i'd rather have a cinco de mayo siesta than a fiesta.

gavin, you can come back now.

bugg

i just thought i would give you an update on bugg. two g's.

probably a month or so ago i walked into my room and saw bugg lying on her back in the corner on some gross web she had built. i stopped dead in my tracks and was frozen with my jaw dropped for a couple minutes, maybe just one. it was probably about a minute and fifteen seconds because that's how long i can hold my breath, and i'm pretty sure i wasn't breathing. i have now been in legitimate shock a total of three times; one when i got in a car crash, one when my knee got busted out, and one when i was so certain bugg was dead. i didn't really know what to do because if my mom saw that it was dead then there is no way in hell she'd ever let me have a cat, and i had to get out of my house before she saw i wasn't at work, that's never pleasant. so i grabbed her cage and busted out of my house. i still didn't know what to do, so i called cyd in some sort of panic. she told me to bring myself and bugg to her house, so i did. then we both stared at it and started planning the funeral, and where she should be buried, and how i should go buy another one so allison wouldn't be pissed i killed her present, and my mom wouldn't think i couldn't take care of anything. cyd was still hopeful, and her mom told us we'd better check the internet and see what we could find, we typed it in to google, and brought up a webpage that said "IF YOUR TARANTULA IS ON ITS BACK IT IS NOT DEAD". we read all about it and found out that it was molting, shedding, whatever you want to call it. i was relieved and happy, because i almost buried my pet alive. and that wouldn't have been good for anyone.

so bug turned into bugg after she shed herself. it was gross, like i was all grossed out which is rare. anyway after she did that she turned all crazy. like way crazy. and i fed her, and i watched it and it was gross and i didn't like it. and she used to be nice before, when she was just bug, i would hold her and stuff, and she was nice, and then she turned into bugg and i swear she turned rogue. so i was not really liking her anymore. borderline hate. but i may've crossed that border because of what just happened. since she's been rude and stuff i don't really like to put my hand in there, and so i put a pencil in there, to just barely tap her like i would with my hand, so she would crawl on my other hand to pick her up. do you know what she did to the pencil when i barely barely touched her back leg? she went NUTS and ATTACKED it. seriously. she jumped on it. just jumped so crazy and latched on to it. my reflexes were to pull the pencil out, but when i did that i realized she was latched onto it, and i pulled her out and then i started screaming, so then i dropped the pencil like a smart person would do and the pencil and bugg both fell back into the cage. i'm not so sure how i didn't wake up my whole family. i could hear my heart pounding. so. hard. if that was my hand, then i would've for sure gotten bit. no doubt about it. i just might, just might, hate her. i will never put my hand in that cage i don't think, not ever. this is a real problem though, cause we still share a room. and last time i checked sharing a room with someone/thing you hate usually results in trying to take the other one out, so you don't have to share anymore. at this point i'm really not sure who will win.

and then i came home

so i'm back now. and i'm pissed. because why would i want to be back? i wasn't ready to come back. even after ten hours in a full car. so to help me out here, i'm going to remember some of the highlights from our trip. in no particular order

the orange trees.

when gavin's mom tricked us into thinking we were staying in that castle in vegas, but we got cheesecake and the classy marriott instead.

when we played tennis at some sketchy courts, and watched a seriously insane fight between the hoodrats on the basketball courts and froze and stared. and the little asian boy on the court next to us screaming f words when he got bad hits

when gavin's music played, everybody putting in their own headphones

drew's moaning from the backseat on every one of gavin's turn and screaming "for the love!"

driving

annie's obsession with thrift stores, and the 40% off sale on earth day at goodwill.

every second at six flags, even when i overheated in the car while waiting for excedrin to kick in. especially the little boat ride. especially all the roller coasters except that stupid one.

when we went to the beach and the lifeguard waved us in, and explained to us that cydnee was in a riptide and was almost swept out to sea, "it's pretty deep over here guys"

this one is my favorite. and it's going to take a while. when we went to the beach, and it was pretty cold, and the water was especially. then all annie kept screaming was about how we had to take off our swim suits, because we had to be like some sort of something, some tv show or something, i can't remember. but if you know me, then you know i don't take much convincing, so off came the swim suits. and i swear at that moment the ocean decided be be extremely chaotic and started throwing its hugest waves at us. so everyone was smart except for me, and went under the biggest wave yet, but i instead chose to let it tumble me around everywhere. somewhere during the tumbling, me and annie had some epic crash into each other session under the wave. then i came back up, and then another wave came, and i got so much salt water in my mouth, and just kept being thrown around, and all i could think was to not let go of my articles of clothing, or else i'd be in serious trouble, so i was being tossed and drinking more salt water, and coughing, and feeling like i was in some sort of washing machine, and everyone kept screaming at me to put my swim suit back on but i couldn't get a good footing, and i couldn't let go of my stuff. we were like the only ones in the water, with plenty of people on shore, so i wonder what it looked like to them. cyd and annie somehow managed to do a pretty good job of staying under the water, but i had more important things to worry about. the story ends with me finally getting my swim suit back on, and then we left the beach. totally worth it. (susan don't get mad)

finally finding a sand crab, and naming him nice, and putting him in our sandcastle.

sharing a room with cyd and sleeping on the hardest coldest bed.

being nice

all the things you can make with embroidery floss. and coming home all strung out (pun for sure intended)

now i'm home, and it took me like four days to write this blog. i still feel mad to be home, and now i feel like the trip never happened at all. i'm seriously retarded at putting pictures on this, so look somewhere else, i don't care.

seeyuh

i'm going to california tomorrow. or i guess today cause i think the sun is almost up. i should go to sleep. i get to go to six flags. do you know how much i love roller coasters? SO MUCH. i hope that drew brings some serious motion sickness medicine, i'm not sure how well she'll handle it because i saw what happened to her after two rounds of the zipper at the carnival. anyway, i'll tell you about it when i get back. i've gotta sleep or pack or count my change or something. see you guys later.

anna w.

well which is it?

this is the ethical question for tonight.

say you just really wanted guacamole at lost hermanos (i didn't mean to put lost, i mean los, but then i liked lost better) but then you remembered how overpriced it was. and then you looked at the table next to you, and there was some half eaten, and the party had left, and one of the girls had a wolf shirt on. would you take it? because i say trust everyone wearing a wolf shirt. sleep on that. but i'm sure you're all already asleep. except gavin, i know exactly where you are boy. i would sleep on it, but...... i already did it. susan, if you read this, don't hit us please don't hit us.

also for a while now i told my favorite fake asians i'd shout out. sup guys. i know you can't comment on your like hacked internet china, and even though according to my imagination you would, i know you're not bringing me back an asian like i've told you so many times. kristal and math, it's time for you guys to come home and show me what you got me. oh so so excited. oh ya ps name your son aaron already.

yesyesyes

so, yesterday my parents trekked off to the st george leaving me home all alone and able to do as i pleased without being bothered. so i was rolling around on my lawn i just mowed so nicely. then i decided it might be a good idea to try to be more like a girl and paint my nails. you want to know how it ended? i threw the nail polish and wiped my fingers off in the grass. who knew it was such a difficult thing to do and who knew that having three older girliest girl sisters and i never obtained such a knowledge. after i wiped my nails in the grass you want to know what i did? started burning holes in my shoes with a magnifying glass, back to my 8 year old boy tendencies. at least i tried.... right?

these have been the best warmest two days so i'll tell you more about them. then i started hitting rosie's toys around my backyard with my golf clubs in my wifebeater. but then gavin busted into my backyard. so we decided to do some wakeboarding-- street style. so we tied a rope to my bike and i pulled him on his longboard all the way to the park and back. which is not so easy. and everyone gave us the most concerned looks even though it was not that high on the dangeometer. then we went to play tennis, which is probably going to be a tradition because we love it so spectators are welcome because it is a show and a half. then there was some los hermanos involved? gavin we went there right? throw in a show with drew playing her cello (which was a big step for me because the last show i went to i ended up in the ER). but i was fine.

and today, just push repeat on that list. only you'll need to replace a few things:

1. just skip the whole playing in my backyard part

2. gavin pulled me some on the longboard to the park. SOME.

3. we played tennis shirtless. i had a sports bra, don't panic

4. replace los hermanos with the cracker barrell

5. allis painted my nails this time hot pink with lil flowers. girly enough?

honestly these last two days were glorious, i'm pretty sure i was more active these two days than all of december combined. i am left tired, icing my knee, sunburnt and sore, and completely satisfied. it's gonna be a good week.

also, me and gavin were talking. and catch is such a fun game. i don't know why anyone would ever not like it.

isn't it about time?

i have been very very blessed with an amazing supply of friends. so, if you've had a birthday (even if it was in the last like last month?) shout hooray, cause this one goes out to you.

i'm a firm believer of things to come after a birthday. like presents and blogs. because it's like... one day. your birthday is only one day then it's like shoot... what? then all a sudden oh HERE for your birthday and it's like joy all over again and this is my attempt at excusing my lousy friendness, so please forgive me. better late than never though, right?

so if you want to talk about a person who always has your best interest at heart, then let's talk about my friend ali. because i love to talk about her, and i love to talk to her, and i just love her. also because she is totally that person. from the moment i met her she's always been concerned about my happiness, and is genuinely happy with me and for me. not only does she care about me being happy, but she makes me happy. really though, i love hanging out with her and the time we spend. a minute that goes by without laughter is very seldom, and we've got some pretty freakin good ideas about all kinds of things if anyone is interested. i've always loved her advice, it's the best. she thinks about things very logically, and makes good smart decisions, something that i am not so good at so i'm real glad i've got her to help me. she's a very smart girl. she's someone who cares quite a bit. maybe more than that. when she says pissed she never really means pissed (you know she's seriously mad when she says "like what the hell" then you're in trouble just for your fyi) when she says things weird her out, they really don't, when she says no way, she's not being serious. but this is where it gets tricky, because sometimes she really does mean those things, and the fun part is figuring out which times she means which, i've gotten pretty decent at it through plenty of trial and error. she'll tell you she isn't patient but don't listen to her because even through all my crazy antics she's still around. still don't make her wait though. i'm always grateful for that. i tell her time and time again that we're not friends by chance. and i tell her time and time again how great she is, hoping that she can know it, because i know it. i feel so happy talking about her because she's just such a good person. i'm just smiling like some sort of creep but she has always been an example to me, without purposefully doing it. and lately she's been trying to teach me life lessons such as you don't need to take two hours to get to the chickenfila and it's not that hard to choose what kind of treat you want. did i mention she's a looker?

proof: seriously pretty. one of my many favorites. use caution when standing next to her.

also she's nice and let's me play with her cool cat, since i can't have one.

DID I MENTION SHE

CAN DANCE?!

proof: this is the only proof i have but check it out.

she can do anything.

honestly there's just no way i could mention all that i want to or can even think of wanting to, and you probably think i'm over-exaggerating but i'm telling you, this girl is capable of doing amazing things. she's got a full load and busy with all kinds of things and i am blown away at her ability to keep it all together so well despite it all. i could go on and on and on, but she would tell me to get to sleep. always lookin out for me. but i have this theory that everyone should know her. i know that everyone would benefit from it. because i have a tremendous amount. more than she'll ever know. we make really good friends i've always thought, but it's mostly because of her. i love you and thanks ali cat, for all you do.

oh yeah. she reminds me to cut my nails.