cat day

I have touched more cats today than i think i ever will throughout my whole lifetime. that's actually not true, but i've played with probably more than 20 i would say this day. which equals suuuch a good day. 

me gav and cyd stopped by the humane society. 

and despite the awful smell in there we managed to find our dream cats.

the one i loved is the one who looks like such a cool tiny wild cat, it was so so nice but so playful and so much fun for me, and then the other so cute one was such a sweetheart and so nice and i don't know why they didn't come home with us. 

gavin, im still mad you didnt get it

you connected on so many levels

also, my sister has been babysitting these crazy kids this whole week who have some kittens that i've brought to my house like every day. rosie is like seriously upset with me about it so i just went and got her to have another sleepover with me to make it up to her. i tried to have a little chat with her that a cat may soon be joining my life (my mom is actually starting to budge!) she didnt like that chat at all and now she's at the far corner of my bed shunning me

she'll forgive me tomorrow. 

sleeeepover

i love my dog so much. all my friends, except for cyd, seriously hate her. they're pretty mean, they tell me all the ways that they want to kill her. who does that? her name is rosie and she is my best friend. when she was just little she would always sleep with me in my bed, and take showers with me which i promise its not weird at all. i was sitting in my bed just feeling kind of lonely, maybe it was because i was listening to the backstreet boys singing about the meaning of being lonely.  

as you can see here

my dad asked me if i wanted rosie to sleep with me cause i was real upset about my mom crushing my dream once more to have a cat, so i went out to rosie's little dog condo in my backyard to ask if she wanted to have a sleepover. naturally she was the most excited about it and followed me to my room. i set her up a little blanket, i had to pick her up and put her on my bed she's so old.

she's seriously loving it

now she's asleep, and i forgot how loud she snores.. my life will end when hers does.

update

one summer day i paid a small child one dollar to put some string in my hair. a couple days ago, i cut it out. shortly after my mom decided to 'trim' my hair and cut off about 2 inches

i went to st george with my sister spontaneously one night, we got there at two in the morning, it was a great trip. 

i ate ONE cookie and my mom told me its a wonder my bowels still work properly. that's why i do most of my sugar consumption not under her supervision.

i have greatly impaired my vision with hours of solitaire on my ipod. seriously, things are getting really blurry, squinting right now.

i'm going to put my pride aside and apply... at the scone cutter. pretty desperate. pretty greasy.

CHEERS

gavin: i think you're dead, but i hope all is well

ali: i hope that you're feeling better and not losing it at work. 

drew: you read this right? sometimes? howl's magic castle or whatever that movie is..

and to anyone else who reads this that i'm not aware of, please raise your glasses, if you do not have one please take a moment to go get one and fill it with your choice of liquid. now, raise them. thank you to all who sit and waste your time reading these words that start in my brain and make their epic journey through my arms to my fingertips that melodically punch these keys and make their big debut on your screen. all to form a bunch of complete nonsense. here's to you guys. (this is the part where you drink)

i'm pretty sure the best thoughts, from my experience anyway, come from that moment in time where your mind is dancing back and forth between the line that separates awakeness from dreamland, consciousness from unconsciousness (i know i learned the difference of that in psychology. so, Mrs. L, if i'm using it incorrectly just know... that i cheated on both of my term projects) where your mind is uninhibited, free to wander around and free to be silly, because it's ok to be silly, and it's ok to wander around. which is why it makes sense that the thoughts are usually unrealistic and far fetched but still have some kind of realness attached. usually i like to share, and even though it takes a lot for me to grab my phone and write it all with the bright light blinding me, it's still worth it cause usually i forget about it in the morning.. so put your hands up, or your drinks if you still have them, or even HAD them,  if you've ever woken up to one, or two or three or four, bizarre texts from 'anna' or whatever you have me in your phone as.. alright i see a few hands. the other night i thought... why does time have to fly when you're having fun? really. it's so rude. why can't time fly the other times, like oh i don't know at work or school or boredom or anything that falls into the category of not fun, instead of frequently checking the clock- only to find out that it hasn't moved at all. stupid. 

until next time folks

cat cat cat cat

you you guys, all i want, all i EVER COULD WANT right now is a cat. im sure you know by now.

i first off would like to clear up some rumors and whatnots that have seem to have made their way around the awful halls of springville high. im still not real sure about who started the nasty rumors, but whoever it was obviously didn't see the episode of veggie tales where the rumor weed TAKES OVER THE WHOLE CITY. i think it may have been you, LINDSAY BAILEY. but im not going to point fingers. i wasn't really quite aware just how around this rumor had gotten until one day in the class one of my sophomore admirers told me how she was telling her friend about me, i don't really know why... but her friend, whom i have never met before or even heard her name responded: that's the girl who put a cat in a microwave! before you get pissed, ITS NOT TRUE!! i've had plenty of encounters with it and no one seems to believe me that it's false. you believe me though, right?

i admit, there was a time in my life where i was very stupid and uniformed about cats. what IS true is.. i used to hate them. keyword: used to. its true its true i used to hate cats. until one day, i was at cyds house and her lovely cat baby jumped on my lap. and i though wow. what IS this. this is a cat? this is GREAT I LOVE CATS I LOVE CATS. 

my mom rules with an iron fist and refuses let me have a cat. so until i escape her tyranny i am to remain catless. except for these cats i find, and cyds cats. and alis cat. 

this is figaro, found at the wetlands

these are orange poppy and... zig zag.

this is me and orange poppy

this is cyd and ziggy

this is me and danger

this is ali and jazzy

caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaats

wisdom=gone

yesterday i lost all my wisdom in the form of a gray haired man who spoke too calmly and quickly for me to want to stay calm, ripping out four fairly large teeth in the far depths of my mouth. since then i have found myself doing very unwise things, like talking to strangers, accepting candy from odd men, using the sink as a toilet, watching mary kate and ashley movies, and handing small children scissors and telling them to ran fast as they can. yes yes we all love the wisdom teeth jokes. i must've been pretty damn smart though because my mouth is pretty unhappy about the loss and is mourning in ways like making my cheeks swell up to the point where people must think i'm storing stuff in there for the upcoming winter, and screaming in pain making me beg my mom for two tabs. there were some perks thats for sure, like i got to wear a really neat shower cap thing, and i got to get put to sleep, which is the BEST. all i remember when i woke up was everyone telling to me just breathe my oxygen and stop opening my mouth but neither of those were an option because i felt like there was just too much to say and i was smart enough at the time to know that breathing the oxygen would make me come down quicker, nope not an option. i had a surprising and unexpected experience last night, i threw up of course! im pretty sure that if the helicopters putting out the fire on maple mountain hung me from them i would've for sure put it out because i was spewing like a fire hose, sorry for those of you with weak stomachs. i will tell you a story if you dont mind hearing the word bloody, haha ali here it is- right when i got home i needed some water real bad, my chin tongue and lip were completely numb and i was convinced that i was drinking it all until my mom walked in, anna!! i looked down and saw a puddle of bloody water on my blanket, i looked on my shirt and saw it covered bloody water, and then i went in the bathroom and looked at my face and it was dripping with bloody water. it was pretty funny. 

i then had the joy of visiting the orthodontist today to add some more metal to the metal fence that has constricted my teeth for three years. what i thought would be a horrible experience turned into only ten minutes of minor suffering. i love all my friends you guys are so sweet

i'll include this picture just for your entertainment and for the fact that i know it is not permanent and hopefully you'll still love me. thank goodness for the pills. and you guys, if you're looking for advice, probably don't put me at the top of your list, remember im freeking stoopid.

perfect fit

flip flops seriously suck. i don't like them at all, they're so impractical and definitely not airplane safe. the only thing i will give them is that they're convenient. i like sneakers, and i like the word sneakers it's funny. they're basically the opposite though, very practical but not so convenient because they require you to find socks to wear, i prefer not matching which saves some search time even though my mom hates it. now, i have never been a fan of wearing shoes with no socks, never ever. BUT. i have been trying it out these last couple days when i needed to just slip something on real quick and it's actually not too bad! where is this all leading to you wonder.. well, the perfect in between shoe. the... SANDAL!! doesn't require socks, although if you want to look extra cool feel free to join the dad fad and throw a pair on, but also it's practical! ideally i want some tevas, with a lizard print probably. everytime i see my mom i give her a new reason why i should have them, i think she finally cracked cause there are a LOT of things. i like to be prepared, if you don't believe me check out the back of my car sometime. these shoes will have me prepared. 

i want:

tevas 

a subaru outback 

a husky/wolf dog

and after my failed attempt at hiking the Y i don't think working at Zions is such a good idea anymore... so how about being a tour guide at topaz mountain?

the other night i was hit by a way delayed sugar rush. source- cotton candy. i decided to release the energy with a night bike ride. i grabbed my ipod, put it on the only thing that i have been listening for the past month, any guesses? 

no doubt

gwen stefani

check out those abs. 

im not really sure how it escalated into what it became but gradually the volume went up, and as the beautiful music sunk into my soul the dancing went up as well. i perfected this no handed windmill arms swerving bike move, but something tells me i could only perform it in that cotton candy sugar gwen crazed state, i was feeling 'hella good'. i only got honked at once the whole time, and after taking note of my vulnerability being 'just a girl' on a bike at night and the people honking were in a huge red truck i held back an angry slur of whatever i yell, took gwens advice, and kept on dancin 

throw it up

barfing makes everything funny, that's what drew would say at least, and i agree... to a certain extent. it depends on the situation, i mean if it's your friend throwing up while you sit on the couch wanting to help but not really sure how... then it's not too funny. if you throw up in class on the back of the kids head who's sitting in front of you, it's waaaay funny. not for the barfer cause you'll probably be called barf bag or something for the rest of your schooling years by all the local bullies, or the barfed on because that sucks, but for all the people who got to watch. personally i've never barfed in class, but i've thrown up just about everywhere else- parking lots are my favorite. every name for barfing makes me want to barf... barf, vomit (that one reminds me of harry potter for some reason) regurgitate, blow chunks, up-chuck, i need to stop before i spew the del taco i just ate all over my mothers keyboard. anyway... last night i had this great thought. it may have been this morning but it was a really great thought. i thought what if every time you threw up, you could throw up your favorite treat? like you just tell your mind your favorite treats and candies and then when you threw up you could throw up candy bars and cake and cotton candy and and and sugar and donuts. that would be the opposite i guess wouldn't it? instead of the things that make you want to barf after you eat too much, you could just barf them up! and i'm not talking about all in little chewed up pieces covered in stomach acid, i'm talking about perfectly way good favorite treats! it's a good idea isn't it? who wants to have a throw up paaarty