thats me, hiding under the bed.

***I want to stay here, frozen in time, for just a bit longer***

When I was little I always looked forward to my birthday; I wanted to grow up. My birthday was the best day of the year and each year on September 9th, I felt that another freedom was granted to me. Being older meant a later bedtime, a later curfew, getting my ears pierced, dating, driving; all the stuff a kid looks forward too. Now that I'm "older" I just want it all to slow down. In exactly 20 days I move back to Provo. I'm really scared. 2 semesters ago when I moved out of my house as a freshman, I was giddy with anticipation. Now I'm nothing but a bundle of nerves. I have a lot to do before I'm ready to go, but I don't feel ready to do it. I don't want to have to cross things off my to-do list, I don't want to pack up my room-yet again, and move into a new place, I don't want to have to cook for myself, I don't want to worry about cleaning a bathroom that strangers use, I don't want to worry about car maintenance and insurance, I don't want to feel obligated to get a job; my parents say I don't need one,  I don't want to leave my job here, I don't want to leave my friends here, I don't want to need new friends there, I don't want to go to a new ward, I don't want a new calling, I don't want to have to pick a major, I don't want to worry about studying and grades, I just don't want to go out of my comfort zone. 

I want to hide under my bed and pretend it's all just a game.

This whirlwind of insecurity is not something I am used to. I'm usually game for change, what's wrong?

***I want to stay here, frozen in time, for just a bit longer.***

"Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear." 

You can bet this will be my motto as I enter the next couple of weeks. 

I don't know why I'm supposed to be back on campus for summer semester, but someone else does.

An ode to new friends and a beautiful baby sister.

Let me make something clear; I don't have a "baby" sister. Hannah will be 17 in October, but she will always be my baby! Even when she has kids of her own. She is my only sibling and even though we are very different, we have been partners in crime for as long as I can remember. When I was 2 years old I informed my mom she was pregnant. One night I was sitting in my highchair munching away on some dinner when I looked up at my mom and simply said, "Hannah's coming." I'm sure my parents were slightly confused seeing as I had never been one for imaginary friends and I didn't know any Hannahs, but it would take a few weeks until they figured out who "Hannah" really was. Soon after my mysterious declaration my mom found out she was pregnant, and when they found out it would be a baby girl they decided to name her Hannah. So...in essence, I named my sister when I could barely talk. Cool right? When Hannah was born I was very protective of her, and informed anyone that would listen that she was MY baby. Hannah and I have a mutual respect for each other despite our differing preferences for music, sports, food, movies, school, relationships, clothes...and just about everything imaginable. I just got back from school and one of the biggest shocks has been to realize that Hannah is not the baby I label her as any more. She probably hasn't been for the past 14 years, but that is beside the point! I love her SOOOO much and it is insane to think that my baby is growing up....eh. I'm going to brag about her for a minute :)

She is beautiful. She has amazing style-really, I don't know how she comes up with half the outfits she does, but she rocks them! Especially the colored tights. She is an amazing dancer-she hits up BSOB 6 times a week for ballet classes. She plays the viola AND mandolin. She just made the Utah Youth Symphony. Most of the musicians who audition wait and receive a letter telling them whether or not they made it. While Hannah was auditioning the lady stopped her in the middle of her second piece and told her she was in :) That's my girl! She has an INSANE school schedule and she is only a lil squashmore. Next year will be even crazier with all AP classes, early morning seminary, and on-line courses as well. I guess someone has to do it, and I'm glad it's her and not me! She has the voice of an angel. Sometimes she tries to hide it...good thing I have supersonic hearing and she belts in the shower. She is creative. She makes her own jewelry, paints, draws, sews stuff-like halloween costumes...if its artsy, she does it. She is sensitive! I'd much rather be related to someone that has a heart than an evil witch.

That's it for now. My sister's a pretty neat gal...what a shame she's related to me and not you!
Pause the player, we're switching tracks! The topic is: "Cool new friends"

Aight, so last night was an "Untalent Show" for my singles ward. I decided to bring 2nd in command, Sydney Rose Robinson. (Her middle name isn't Rose, and she's really not 2nd in command. We're on an equal playing field but saying 2nd in command just sounded more eloquent.) ANYWAY, I brought Syd along. The talent show was great, there was a lot of untalents, a lot of popcorn, and a lot of people to socialize with. At one point I was feeling a little parched so naturally I went to find a drinking fountain. I came across one and on the way I happened to come across Connor and Jeff; the coolest nose flutists I have ever had the privilege of meeting. We chatted in the hall for a while and then decided to relocate ourselves to North Canyon Park for a game of Ultimate. While at the park I had 2 significant lightbulb moments. 1) I don't miss high school and 2) Ultimate frisbee really is not my forte. The frisbee we used lit up and resembled a UFO. I'm going to scratch the bottom of the barrel here and say that all the color changing and blinking was the source of my frisbee retardation. I could catch it on occasion, but could not throw it to save my life. In order to be a functional member of society, I feel that having the knowledge necessary to throw a circular disk is mandatory. If you consider yourself a pro, hit me up. I'm growing desperate!

Even though the world didn't end today, our frisbee game had too hahah that was a Rapture joke for all you who are slower than most. Things led to other things and we found ourselves sitting on the ***cold***steps discussing the complexities of life. Meh...maybe that's an exaggeration. I was mostly talking with Connor and we were just discussing things. No complexities. I don't think Squidward and Jeff were either. This is what I heard of their conversation "aaglhdglhaga dgdafhdfghfj bh adfhdfn khopihf gBiggest Loser! aghadkgj fkajob bnjkvhafpioghg dhgiihie38r3y3yr 83ytyigalkh Patches! (Here Connor interjects with a witty rebutle in his cat's defense) agkh ggoah John Mayer. Pilot. 9th grade officer. ahgalgh adgh adghfih j" And that about sums it up from what I can tell. We covered quite a few topics but finally I had to say it, I was ***freezing***Connor may have mentioned it earlier, but there is a good chance I said something about him being a wuss and the confiscation of his man card. Once again we relocated, but this time it was to the boonies. RB's hot chocolate maker was broken, so we hit up some obscure 7-11 for a midnight hot chocolate run. More talking, more laughing, more incoherent jokes...I vaguely remember mocking Jeff's laugh and then cracking up over it. When it's late I tend to think I'm a lot funnier than I am....I like my friends, I'm glad I made new ones, I'm glad they forced the Grinch run out of me! Here's to a tightly knit bond because of it; and here's to things I like about them. It's a progressive list obviously. Just a little tidbit for starters.

Connor

Great style-bike chain bracelet included.

He has gorgeous eyes.

We crack the same kind of jokes! Nice to know someone shares my sense of humor.

Jeff

Dimples!!! I am a SUCKER for dimples.

He's a "cautious" driver :P

Funny. Funny, funny, funny. You can get some quality jokes out of this one!

BIENVENIDOS A MI DORMITORIO

Davis Blvd.

I just got back from a run in the rain. This whole day I have been complaining to my mom about how it is almost summer, and it is NOT supposed be raining like this. What is the point of being out of school if I can't lay out all day and get a step above the high schoolers on my tan?! Anyways, I decided to try something. Instead of complaining about the rain, why not enjoy it? Last spring me and my good friend Kyle took advantage of the rain. We would dance in it, go on scooter rides in it, and even made a "worm farm" to save all the worms that were trying to escape flooding. Hahaha we made a sign for their mason jar, named them, looked up what worms ate on the internet, everything! Hm...:) Good times. Anyway, I decided to take a page out of my own book and decided to go on a run. I ran up 1800 South, turned right onto Davis Blvd, ran all the way to North Canyon Road, then circled back to 400 East and down to my house. I LOVED every minute of it. As the rain started drenching my hair and running into my eyes, I was beginning to regret my decision but the wetter I got, the more I enjoyed myself! After I while I started seeing how wet I could really get. That is why now, as I right this, water is dripping off my forehead, down my nose, and onto my hands. I ran through puddles, let the tree branches swipe my head and arms leaving water droplets behind and just absorbed every freakin raindrop that fell from the sky. It was relaxing to see the clouds so low they were beginning to engulf houses, and to watch the raindrops hit the asphalt and break up into a million littler drops. All in all I'd say it was a good way to spend 30 minutes of my afternoon. I feel refreshed and rejuvenated, now it's off to body combat. Sydney, when you read this you'll know why I'm late :P haha I followed my crazy impulse.

That's me, Miss Milan.

My days in the bat cave are OVER! 

In Laman's terms it means I'm done sleeping in the basement, and I finally have my room back! 

It has been an insanely long process but at 3 o'clock today it'll all be done :)

I parted with all the old furniture in my room. 

I spackled little holes from picture frames, hooks, etc.

I patched a mongo hole from a wall-knee collision. 

Sanded the spackle flat. 

Picked out paint colors. 

Was almost reduced to tears when told to buy paint and paint supplies by myself. 

Convinced my mama to have mercy and go with me!

Period Charm for the walls.

Darkening Sky for the closet interior and stripe.

WHITE for the door and trim.

When I told the guy I wanted white he laughed and pulled out a stack of literally1400 white color swatches. We started going through them, but they were all tinted with black or brown. None were a true white and that was what I wanted. When I said "I want plain white. Is there anything with a name like that?" He pulled one more card out. "White." It even said it on the card so I said I would take it; in high gloss. He looked at me like I was crazy so, maybe I broke one of the cardinal rules of painting by siding with "White" instead of "Sandune." He's the expert, not me. 

After getting Frog Tape, and roller pads it was time to do business!

I learned about this thing called cutting in. You HAVE to do it unfortunately. 

Since the walls in my room were previously green and I was trying to make them yellow, cutting in was a long process but 3 coats later it was over with!

I lived in spankys and a 2xl red t/blue super man one, for 2+ weeks! I didn't want to ruin anything else.

Tape baseboards, doorframes, etc.

Cutting on the walls and ceiling: CHECK.

2 coats of paint on the walls and ceiling: CHECK

Back to Kwal Howel to buy more yellow paint....

Third coat: CHECK

Reverse all the tape...

Paint the door, doorframe, closet doorframe, and baseboards WHITE. Not too strenuous. 

Did get some on the carpet though...whoops. 

Tape baseboards and shelf in closet.

After I finished the cutting in for my walls I had had a hair appointment. While I was telling Jen about about my project she asked if I had heard of this nifty cutting in tool. It's about 4 inches wide, has wheels, and all you do is dip it in the paint and roll it on the wall. I about died after hearing that. I had spent hours manhandling that stupid paintbrush!!! At least I learned an original trick of the trade right? 

Cutting in? Go get the magic roller thing!!!

Went to get the magic roller thing.

Cut in closet.

Make pencil markings for stripe.

This part was nerve wracking to say the least. When you have a 8 inch navy blue stripe going around your room, there is not a chance you want that bad boy to be crooked. The top of the stripe was even with the top of my windows so I used a ruler to measure down from the ceiling; about 27 centimeters, around the rest of the room. I made it all the way around and discovered that the other window wasn't in the same position! It was about one and a half centimeters lower. At first this kind of stressed me out, but when it came time to paint I did some clever disguising and you can't even tell! :) After measuring I taped the stripe with tender love and care and went back to painting.

Painted the closet.

Used the magic roller thing to paint the stripe. 

It was a genius idea to say the least. I didn't want to use a roller and risk getting those tiny dot splatters on the yellow paint underneath, and I didn't want to use a paint brush and risk seeing the stroke marks. So, I improvised. It worked perfectly! 

2nd coat on stripe and closet.

Reverse the tape...

Paint shelf and baseboards in closet.

Take off all the tape!!!!

Annnnnndddddd.......

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

When I taped the stripe I hadn't pressed it down hard enough in some areas so there was leakage. Not as much tender love and care as I though...I was so bummed! I was excited to be done painting and now I had some major clean up to do. UGH. Good thing I'm a force to be reckoned with! The second I saw what had happened I got the yellow paint out of the garage and went back to work. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be! Luckily they weren't big drips. Just tiny spots on the edge of the line. I used the few bristles on the edge of the paintbrush and dabbed a drop of paint on. I finished in about 45 minutes and then I was really done!! 

***Que heavenly chorus and church bells ringing***

Next step, dresser assembly.

OH MY.

No one informed me that you have to put Ikea furniture together!! 

2 days and one power drill later, the dresser was a beauty!

Move clothes and other possessions out of laundry room and into dresser.

Move clothes out of storage bins on closet shelf and into dresser.

Move "sentimental" childhood possessions into 1 drawer of the dresser.

Arrange 3 flower vases, 3 books, 2 picture frames, and a tissue box on top of dresser.

Go to Smith's for 3M Command strips

Hang up 3 picture frames and giant mirror. 

Sit on desk and stare at the wonder you have created. 

hahhahhahahhaah

I really did for probably 10 minutes! After spending hours working on my room I couldn't believe I was done! I learned so much in the process, and I was impressed it looks so professional! Now, it being May 18 at about 11:30 am, I have 3 and a half hours until I can FINALLY move out of the bat cave :) The bed delivery/assembly guys will get here at 3, do their thing, and it's home free from there! I already have all the bedding I need, It just needs to be thrown on. But before all that can happen, one last thing.

Move green desk out of room. 

I say it goes. Dad says it stays but goes to the condo. Mom says...? I'm not really sure what she says.

Guess we'll find out when she get's back from the gym.

Basically I am more than enthused to have my room again. I have been living in the "bat cave" for about a month now. I started calling it that because A) it's dark 24/7 and B) it's dead silent. I sleep in until about 10 on a daily basis which is unheard of for me! I'm generally up about 8:45-9ish...

Imma put pictures up of the whole process. Stay tuned! 

Until then...

Adios bat cave, hola dormitorio!

:D

Errands

Today my mom and I ran all over town.

Pier 1 Imports for picture frames.

Target for sheets, flower vases (They are really cups and candle holders!), a mattress pad, and a purse. 

Home Depot for outlet covers and a giant mirror.

Michael's for flowers. 

While we were at Pier 1 it was hoppin. One of the ladies there we saw at target-not such a stretch because it's just across the parking lot. Then I saw another one of the ladies while we were at Michael's having the flower arrangements made over an hour later! Small world right? 

Peeps with good taste know where the good stuff's at.

Just in case you need a pick-me-up

***Thanks Jake for showing me this! Sorry about the language.

Two pieces of furniture at my house are driving me crazy. They were recently relocated and I HATE it. If you were to ask me my opinion I would say it looks tacky, cluttered, and down right stupid. No one has asked me my feelings on the recent change so I made an attempt to express them myself. At first I tried being nice and suggested other placement options. Then I decided to throw a tantrum in order to have my voice be heard concerning the new placement of these choice objects. Neither tactic worked. My theory, I didn't scream loud enough, stamp my foot hard enough, or throw my body on the floor and start banging it with my fists enough. **Disclaimer: I did none of those things. Thank goodness I will have my own apartment in a month and a half! Then I can arrange the furniture the way I want it. So there.

If I were a gardner I'd put my "Tu-Lips" next to yours!!

LBS

10 GREAT things about this weekend.

1. Slumberin it up with Becca and Lauren in Provo

2. Tulip festival. Nothing better than looking at pretty flowers with a pretty friend! It was Gorgeous! Oh my lanta...I would love to take bridal or engagement pictures there someday!

3. Becca's...unique...plies.

"Aaaaannddd, take it to the street! Take it to the street!"

4. It is HOT-3 times.

5. Sunshine! Sunburns! SUN SUN SUN :)

6. BYU baseball game wif ma papa.

7. Walking. We walked SO much this weekend! 2 something hours while looking at flowers, finding our way from the condo to Alpine Village, to Macy's,  back to the condo. Plus the normal walking that is necessary on a day to day basis! 

8. When a certain someone received a phone call from another certain someone. Jumping up and down. Ceaseless smiles. Holding of the stomach (I suspect butterflies). Giddy laughter. 

*spying*

aw...so precious. One day I will find someone that makes me feel that way. One day...

9. I found out that Becca's condo is directly across the street from my apartment!!! YEAH! Maybe not directly...there is one other building in the way but if you had x-ray vision it would be. But still, it would take like 30 seconds to get there-running. 

10. zip, zip, zip, bong, zip, bong, zip, aaahhhsspppaaahhhhhhhhhahahahahhahahahbhhhhaahehuhuhuhahahapshhhhhah

Translation: The evolution of Becca's laugh. 

"That's not how laughing happens, that's how barf happens!!"

Who knew a personal trainer could be your life coach as well...?

Life lessons and important facts according to Zack:

Missionaries get fat.
Some go bald.
A "Dragon Slayer"is someone who goes to dance parties and makes out with the ugliest girl they can find.
If someone offers to buy you a drink, let them.
Don't cut him in line. He needs his Red Bull, his blood sugar is low and he's grouchy...blah, blah, blah.
Some trainers are copy cats, some trainers are just plain stupid and old. Especially Janice.
*He really doesn't like her very much...
Don't get drunk, you'll probably end up pregnant in the back of someone's car.
Don't get pregnant!
Do something useful and let your dad turn your room into a man cave.
Play time is over.

Too many tracks, too many don'ts.

I haven't had a lot of experience with tracks in my life. Running is fine...but I prefer other forms of exercise. Last night I decided to run. I'm not exactly sure why, I had worked out earlier in the day, I had already showered, and it was about 9:30 pm. Instead of hittin up Gold's Gym, I decided to take a stroll down memory lane (literally) and I headed up to Mueller Park Jr. High. Oh junior high...some people say the middle school years were the worst of their life. Not me! Though they are bittersweet memories now, I had so much fun that I actually missed those carefree days when your biggest fear was that someone would wear the same shirt to school as you. As I was running my mind began to wander...it circled memories of the field I was skirting, the blood and sweat I ground into the pavement I was on, and the people I held close through the thick and thin of it all. How fitting is it that during my most sentimental moment the song "Remember the Name" came on? I couldn't help it. I laughed to myself. As much as I sometimes wish I could push those memories out of my mind and into oblivion, they are here to stay. And for the first time, I'm okay with that. I realized that people come into our lives for a reason. They come, they leave their mark, and then they go. Memories of planning surprise birthday parties, having fights with giant stuffed fish, getting make overs at the Clinique make up counter and then going ice skating are just that. Memories. Sometimes the people we find ourselves closest with aren't meant to stay. They help you to learn and to grow and just like that, they are gone. Off to meet new people and make new friends, leaving you in the dust confused and disheartened. You'll learn to pick yourself up though. You always do.

I did track my 9th grade year. Want to know why? One very simple reason. It got me out of school, what more could you want?! I was a officer so I was used to getting out of class early, but track was the only exception. For some bizarre reason, they made us go to wrestling meets? matches? but not track. In order to complete my junior high experience, ditching as much school as possible was a must, so track it was. It helped that my best friend did track. She actually liked it though! Most days the track team would meet in the locker room and then walk down to the high school to practice. We would make it all the way to Emerald Hills Drive and then another one of our friend's mom would pick us all up. I don't know how it happened, but we saved ourselves a mile walk just about every day. I still remember the van we rode in; the seats turned around so we could all face each other. By the time the rest of the runners got down the the track we were almost done running our 2 miles. It's not like we would actually run though. At least I wouldn't...I was iPodless and there were hot high schoolers to look at. Why sacrifice my looks for a sport I couldn't care less about? The moment that my friend was done running, we would leave-her mom picked us up. One day while we were waiting we found a wire in the shape of a heart. We called it the "Love Wire"; very original, I know. I'm not exactly sure what we planned to do with it...maybe she was going to hang it on her bulletin board or something. We had a whole stash of random junk to keep track of. One day while I was walking to her house I found a rock that looked like a toe. A HUMAN toe. It was so freaky that that was the first thing I told her about when I walked in the door. You didn't knock. You walked in, took of your shoes, and went down stairs. She thought it sounded cool so we walked halfway back to my house to find the rock. And find it we did. We took it back to her house and painted the indentation of the "toe-nail" red and made up this whole story about how it belonged to a fossilized cave woman. Morbid? Maybe, but it is one of the funniest memories I have of our friendship. We had that rock for ages...I was thinking, although our friendship means nothing now, does the memory? Does she still have the rock? I might not never know.

Some of you know the story, some of you don't. I consider myself in the "don't" category. I don't know how two people can go from being connected at the hip, to being completely alien to each other in a matter of days. I don't know what happened to make things this way, and I don't know that I even want to know. I spent so long placing blame-it was her fault, she stopped answering the phone, she's the one who turned friends against me, it was her mouth that didn't open up to defend me. There were rumors flying about me. Did she start them? I didn't care. I don't care. What I did care about is that she did nothing to put them out. She knew me better than almost anyone, she knew I wouldn't do those things...I spent so long placing blame that's all I know. I tried other things first. Believe me, I tried. A smile and a wave were met with silent stares as we pass each other in the grocery store. Saying "Hi" as we stand in line for Spanky's is met with a backward glance and a smile? More like a grimace. After a while, it wasn't worth it anymore. I put in the effort and she didn't; why bother? That might not sound like the best way to cope with the situation, but for me it was. No contact was better than the bitterness I felt towards her every time I was shot down.  I was so confused. Like I said, I fit in the "don't" category. To this day I don't know what I did.

I only ran in one track meet. A few I missed for officer reasons, one I missed because I was sick, but one I completely ditched. We rode the bus to Woods Cross High School, warmed up, stretched, and waited on the bleachers for our race. We didn't want to run though, imagine that. My friend and I made up some bogus story about how she had to go to the doctor or something similar and tried to feed it to Kirby. *Kirby was the the coolest gym teacher ever. She wore bright blue mascara for crying out loud aaaand I saw her break up a girl fight. Scratching, pushing, hair pulling, the whole nine yards. Kirby didn't believe us for one second. Too much experience with teenage girls to fall for that. She told us to wait until we ran our races, and then we could leave. Did we wait? Not a chance :) As soon as we saw my friend's mom's car pull up we casually walked down the bleachers past Kirby and then ran at a dead sprint towards the car; that would be the only running we would do for the rest of the year.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. This may sound like some sob story about how I lost one of my childhood best friends. To you it may be, but as I was running around that track, this and much much more was running circles in my mind. With my body fatigued and my mind even more so, I drew this conclusion. I am over being bitter. I am over wondering what I did to cause such intense looks of loathing. I am over it!!! The last time we ever spoke I was at her house. I had been calling for a week trying to get some of my clothes back but she wouldn't answer. Finally I just showed up. I'm not the confrontational type. I knew something was wrong but I wasn't completely willing to call her out on it. I asked what's wrong, she said nothing. I said are you sure? I told her she had been acting different, she said she hadn't but "Yes Rylie. Everything is fine." And you know what? Everything is fine. For years I though of that as the biggest lie she ever told. But now I think of it as the truth. We were best friends. Why ruin that? Just because the tangible evidence of our friendship does not exist anymore doesn't mean that it never did. I cherish the memories of our friendship! There is a time and a season for everything. Our season just had to come to an end. No more tainted memories. No more wishing I could go back in time and change things because I don't wish that any longer. I love my friends and I would have never met them if I would have stayed within the same group. 


I'm not 100% sure what is meant by a kindred spirit, but I know I have 3 of them. And you know what? There is no "time and season" for kindred spirits. They are with you forever, through thick and thin, rain or shine. They're the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. They're what makes friendship beautiful. 

Bappy Hirthday Pappy

My dad is cooler than your dad.

My dad is also 50.

Over the hill...Nah.

He's nifty at fifty!!

And just for the record, I love him more than any other man. 

(I thought this picture was very fitting :) He seems to have a popular haircut these days.)

Oy!! Just do what I want aight?

It is so frustrating to want to change, but not be able to do anything about it. I am not happy with the way my blog looks. I don't know why. I have tried sooooo many things! I just don't quite feel like it is me. Isn't that what a blog is? Something about you? In a sense my writing is me-however trivial and incoherent. I just want there to be a "look cute!" button that I could click and all the color schemes, widths, headers, gadgets, posts, and all the other crap would work themselves out the way that I want it to. There is so much to learn and I have come to accept the fact that blogging is not my forte. Neither is scrapbooking. They kind of go hand in hand right? I love all the colors and patterns and cute things you can do, but I can never make it look quite the way I want it to. I have looked up tutorials to try to teach me how to do things, and that has helped to a certain extent. Why does technology have to be so stupid?! This may be the second time in my life I have thought that. Normally me and technology are besties. The first time I decided to be a hater is when my phone decided it would pull a fast one on me and stop working. It happened around Christmas...My parents would call and we would talk but I would have to repeat myself over and over because they couldn't hear me. I know they weren't trying to be rude, but there is something irritating about having to repeat the same sentence over and over. To put it simply, Christmas spirit was not in the air. I would hang up annoyed for no reason at all, feel bad that I had been rude, only to find myself more put out that I could NOT call back to apologize. So if you call and can't hear me, just know I can hear you. You may have a one way conversation until July though. Concerning my blog, don't be surprised if you open it and it looks like someone has puked on the screen and left it there to fester. It is a work in progress!

Nothing.

4 books
5 movies
2 episodes of The Biggest Loser
2 episodes of Glee
I love being home. I don't feel the need to accomplish anything and I love every minute of it. I have done absolutely nothing (except paint my room and the above listed activities) and I'm proud of it. There is something relaxing about finding accomplishment in nothingness.