why i like christmas. a story in 3 parts.

part 2.


i sometimes get really cool things. (although this in no way tops the dollhouse of 1995. it had stairs people! and real carpet.)





i don't know how to say it...but my family might be cooler than yours.





santa brought brother a drum set. good luck parents!





pretty grandma and pretty cousins.





i maybe really like this girl.


the end!

why i like christmas. a story in 3 parts.

part one.


traditions. like visiting santa.





i know. i'm adorable. and look slightly asian. (that must be where my brother gets it) also, santa's eyes are boring into my soul.





please enjoy my inexplicable fourth of july outfit. patriotism and christmas have always seemed like a natural combination to me.





rocking the classic denim on denim combo. and trying to ignore my brother as he rudely expresses his distaste for santa. boys have no social tact.





don't cry brother. you're wearing moon boots for crying out loud. life can't get much better.

work ends in three minutes.

and i'm looking at this.

http://www.themorningnews.org/archives/galleries/throwing_water/

magical.

you smell just like christmas.

it's alllllllllmost christmas.

- the apartment is decorated all winter-like. if i ever feel like it, i may put up some pictures. (warning. it's likely i'm far too lazy for that sort of thing. i don't know what it is about winter, but i lose almost all ambition. except for the ambition to wear sweatpants and sit in front of the fire while eating)

- presents are almost all wrapped. (in four different kinds of target wrapping paper. i have a pretty concerning addiction to that store. i've been three four times in the last week.)

- after tomorrow my shopping should be done. hopefully?  i kind-of maybe get freaked out by large crowds of christmas shoppers, so i really really need it to all be done tomorrow.

i found this picture on one of my old phones. (hence my lack of bangs)

merry almost christmas!

texts saved on my phone. part 2.

part 1 here

I have no idea. She is seriously his twin with boobs.

I know! Fo shizzle! I’ve missed you!

That’s a good idea…”hey can you please cut your hair so we can get married?” I think I’ll do that.

HAUL  ASS!!!

Thanks! It turns out if you are prepared for what you are getting into, your car actually does work.

Can you send me some Victoria’s Secret Mailers?

He just told us that when he was in elementary school they tattooed his blood type under his arm. He said it disappeared but just found it again last week.

So I know this probably stupid, but lately he has been watching Lady Gaga videos like crazy and I’m starting to get annoyed by it. I think I might be jealous..? 

Its not the neck beard of times past unfortunately.

That poor puppet. She’s had a turkey stuffed up her butt and now this

Well we are cute girls in need of a bed to sleep in….i think you get the picture

Umm why did you not sing a duet with your mother on the fourth of July?

I’m losing my mind. Sorry it’s early but I figured you would understand the terror a 10 yr old can inflict…

So there is this dog chasing shadows at my friends house…and barking. It remind me of your dog that was inbred.

Sorta like when I grabbed that guy’s crotch at the valentines dance.

HOW DO I GET YOU ALOOOOOONE?! (In a singing type of way…)

It’s more than cool. It’s ice cold.

Oh happy day! I can’t wait to see you and your elbows.

and i can still remember, the laughter in a stranger's face.

i still have a hard time fully comprehending how much has happened in the last 7 months.

i graduated from college.

i moved all by myself to a brand new city.

i got in my very first car wreck, and gave my very first incident report to an insurance agent.

my best friend whom i shared a bed with one summer moved what feels like forever away.

another best friend had not one, but two babies. [who make me happier than i ever could have imagined]

 i picked out my first health insurance plan.

i'm so different from the person i was last april. since then i've had some of my highest highs (see - babies, graduation, getting a job, being in love) and lowest lows (see - moving back in with my parents, being unemployed, staying in bed for one entire day).  i've gotten to a place i didn't know i could (with help from a lot of people) and i've had several days where i didn't think i could ever be any sadder. (i was unfortunately proven wrong) 

i don't really have a point, not even to to say something cheesy like, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, or life is 10% of what happens to you and 90% of how you respond to it or there's no I in teamwork (which makes sense if you really think about it). because really i wouldn't change anything.


hi. i'm lacy. i get excited about lame things, like clean pillowcases, hostess cupcakes and buying wrapping paper.  i'm learning to be happy just because of me, not because of anyone else. it's an exciting journey. (that last part was to make up for my lack of cliche quote. you're welcome!)

 here are some pictures i find especially neat

found here, here, and here.

addendum - another thing that makes me excited? finding half a peach propel in the fridge.
 end scene.

i tried to do handstands for you.

tomorrow i'm starting a new job. (for those of you keeping track on your official lacy davis scorecard, this will be my third job since moving to salt lake. no big deal)

things i will (kind of) miss about my previous place of employment.

- starting my work day at 1:30


- the part-time instructor who looked and dressed like a j.crew model. [um, i will maybe really miss him]


- immediate access to hot chocolate, water bottles and soda (which i don't really drink. but just knowing it was there was comforting)


- being able to change the print cartridge and use the labelmaker. (two tasks i weirdly enjoy)


- my co-worker with the last name of Bottom. (yes, my sense of humor is often on par with that of a 10 year-old boy. case in point. my mother said "number 2" the other day and i laughed for about five minutes)


- the constant stream of cnn. sometimes it made my brain want to cry, but it kept me ridiculously well informed.


- another co-worker who liked to sit at my desk for the last hour of my shift and tell me about her life. (juicy details include an abusive ex-boyfriend, a new, but possibly soon to be ex-ed boyfriend, and a secret unplanned pregnancy. ....you can't make this stuff up)


- the columbian man-boy who greeted me every day with a "heey seester" before requesting coffee.


so farewell first grown-up job. hello new grown-up job. 


[you may now feel free to subject me to any range of infectious disease as i will soon be medically insured. woot]

i don't do too much talking these days.

i had a nice and mopey post alllllll written up for your mocking and enjoyment but then....i deleted it. (on purpose....just to clarify)


guess what? sometimes i err on the side of being sad. which is really quite lame of me, because seriously? i have everything i need. [plus a lot more] i refuse to be the person who fixates on something that didn't turn out the way she wanted it to. because guess what else? sometimes that happens.


and that's ok.


this clip makes me so happy i can barely handle it.






and not that you care, but the original song is also quite great.





i can't really recall having eaten anything since my eggs this morning. so i think i need to forage for a poptart.


and you're welcome for not subjecting you to my mopey-ness. (trust me, it's not fun for anyone)


the end.

sigh.

someone at work ate my pudding.


that's eight different kinds of not ok.

dichotomy.

it's been both a bad and good weekend.


all i really wanted to do today was use my s'mores maker.
i just did.
so that goes in the good column.

ivy and gold.

i'll admit that there is an extra girly part of myself that i generally try to repress. but sometimes it can't be stopped. in a show of regard for that oft-neglected aspect of my personality i bring you;

this photo

this letter

and this poem

that all bring joy to my tiny grinch heart.

google street view images.

this

http://9eyes.tumblr.com/

is great.

found via http://www.themorningnews.org/

recent observations.

a fireplace makes me really happy.

going into a non-logan hastings is incredibly disorienting.

cruise control kind of creeps me out.

eating sushi at a chinese buffet is probably always a bad idea.

for some reason cake tastes 18 times better when eaten from the pan as opposed to dished up on a plate.

i can't accomplish anything when my room is cold. i'm certain the only reason my clean laundry has been in the basket for four days is because my only survivable course of action when faced with such arctic temperatures is to hide under my covers.

sometimes if you accidentally leave a clove of garlic out on the counter all night your apartment might smell really terrible in the morning and probably your roommates will get annoyed.

eating reeses pieces for dinner gives me a headache.

past and present.

then.



and now.



pretty cheesy, but i still love it. my friends are cooler than your friends.

three things.

first. let's all be happy that i stopped awkwardly popping my leg out in photos. for the most part...

second. i think janiece gets the most cool points in both pictures. she's wearing her "i loves me some waffles" t-shirt in the first one, and has a mohawk in the second. seriously.

third. our matching attire was in honor of our standing on the journalism staff for yearbook day. not just because we were super nerdy. (although, being in journalism doesn't exactly scream cool....)

the end.

un-fair.

you know that feeling when you're at work waaay too early after getting less than half the amount of sleep you're used to and your eyelids are extra-coarse macro-grit sandpaper scratching away the tender life of your retinas?

and also, your apple juice is warm.

bleh.

i'm not taking my chances, so i'm counting out loud

today i

wore a new dress

went for a walk

got a haircut (and just in time. my bangs were approaching "make me hate my life" territory)

finally bought my birthday shoes

realized a blazer is not the same thing as a coat

seriously considered buying a turqoise nightstand

saw this pretty bus

and this sidewalk art

ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich

and went to work

where i'm now writing this blog post.

i like thursdays.

happiness hit her like a train on a track.

i started off the day watching conan and ended it with toy story 3 and a giant cheeseburger.

life is pretty ok.

four.

the morning of my birthday i awoke (at a perfectly respectable 10:15) and set to the task of creating a giant pancake. (plus a cute tester pancake. awww)

while waiting for the skillet to reach optimum pancaking levels, i ate some of the cake i had been gifted the night before.


(yeep. those are match candles. we do things right in apartment 1)

i smeared nutella on the big pancake (i have a proooooblem) and used syrup on it's little brother.

after i arrived at work i was presented with another cake.

and this happy birthday action figure. (don't point out his skinny appendages. he's very sensitive)

after work i celebrated old-school logan style (this being a gathering of people i had met whilst residing in cache valley). there brittany presented me with kick-ass dinosaur cake part duex. also present were mozzarella sticks, temple pictures, and two ridiculously cute babies.

and that is the story of how lacy ate four kinds of cake in one day and lived to see morning.

[sidebar. other notable birthday activities included; a voice-mail of happy birthday being sung in a helium-voice, a truly tender blog dedication (where you can see the original dinosaur cake), accordian musicals, thrilling super nintendo battles, and an array of truly awesome gifts (with a lady gaga record definitely making it into the top three).]

overall my birthday was pretty fantastic. like this.

the end.

(also, if anyone was concerned, i got to keep the dinosaur...)

we grew up in spite of it.

currently - looking up nutella-based recipes. i finally gave in and bought some yesterday. i won't divulge how much of it is already gone. (although, to be fair, i did take it to a party in an effort to not eat the whole jar by myself)

also i feel like i am finally ready to discuss with you (you? who do i think i'm talking to? mainly myself...) the complete and utter commotion a single week can bring. in the course of one week, not many weeks ago, i bought my first car, got a real job, became single, and had one of my bestest friends move a bike's ride away (assuming i'm the kind of person who frequently bikes long distances. it seems safe to assume from my nutella consumption that i am not) i made it through that historical week more or less in one piece, and even came away with a steady paycheck (boo....yah)

i bring this up because another epic week is about to descend. nay, has already descended. the weekend began with festivities of the halloween type (which is possibly my favorite holiday. christmas is also a close contender, perhaps only for the repeated listenings of Christmas Don't Be Late). tomorrow is sufjan day, where my being will finally finally be assailed with the live musical stylings that so far i have been able to glimpse only via youtube. [also, this may one day be remembered as the first time i attempted to kidnap a musician] this week also marks my 23rd year of life. i plan on celebrating with dinosaur cake and new shoes. november 5th is v is for vendetta party day (masks may be worn) and the very next day i get to reunite with some of my favorite idaho people in one of my favorite idaho places. (i will sometimes admit to a certain fondness for the tiny town in which i grew up).

so for now i'm sitting and wearing my old man socks and waiting for the greatness to truly begin. (simultaneously, i'm dreading the early morning which i must suffer at work in order to go to the aforementioned concert)

and if anyone is in the market for some nutella croissants you know where to find me. (hopefully not literally....'cause that's borderline creepy)

the end.

wait!

a photo of my family for brother's birthday. precious.

ok. really the end.

texts saved on my phone**

You should ditch. No one is there to keep you but your conscience and you lost that a long time ago.

Some?! I ate the whole box in one sitting. The next couple hours will be filled with a light sugar coma and should help pass the time.

This has turned into the most uncomfortable class of my life. Including the time my professor made us all practice saying penis.

What is your first thought when you have a bad day? Mine is, “I need more BEP!”

You don’t happen to have a cupcake with my name on it do you?...not literally…it’s an expression.

I read your facebook status. So are you wearing your metal ones? And they broke while you were making out didn’t they?

I’m watching super grover and thinking of you.

You know you have your bike in the back of your car right?

When they open it up the eyes of God will be staring at them…I left a Book of Mormon in it.

Well I better get back to class – I have to be a dancing pumpkin.

Hahaha…Stalker Mike took his “girlfriend” to see them. He doesn’t think she appreciates his generosity. Nine year-olds usually don’t….

I’m watching two boxelder bugs mate. They have absolutely no inhibitions.

I’m still waiting to hear back from Elizabeth Smart about being the first to text her…

I must say this is a fabulous piece of couture.

Yeah…all of her pics screamed lonesome, cleavage and crucifix…strange combo…

Not sparkling eggnog though, I’m not crazy you know.

Ok awesome like have fun and stuff

Tetris rat bracelets

*disclaimer. i totally stole this from her.

*i also feel i should mention that this first edition contains texts that are at least a year old.

a scissor runner stole my heart.

i don't really like to blog when i'm unhappy, because i'm not in the business of depressing people.

so i'll just say the last week has had aspects of good and great, but also has been pretty crap-awful.

here are some pictures from last weekend.

the end.

coco

do i even need to explain why he's so great?



also, i'm pretty sure this is the 5th conan video i've posted on my blog.

i don't even feel bad.

dust bowl dance.

today has been a day of rain, patsy cline, too many cookies, and doing just about anything to avoid folding my laundry.

other things of note.

i finally got my sufjan ticket, i am officially tired of sleeping on a mattress on the floor (i feel like i should be starring in a 90's music video), and i have misplaced my favorite earrings.

also, i found this site, entitled Bookshelf Porn, which truly lives up to it's name.

and finally, in my grand tradition, some pretty pictures.

all found here

confessions 2

confessions 1 found here.

i bought pumpkin chocolate chip cookies today and ate three by time i got home. i live two blocks away from smiths.

although i'm completely distraught by my recent car wreck, and poor stella being put down, i'm genuinely pleased it wasn't my fault.

i didn't swear at all during said crash. when did i? today, upon arriving at the tow yard and realizing it was already closed.

maybe the best part of not living with my parents anymore is being able to drink out of the milk jug again.

i honestly enjoy temping.

i recently purchased several self-help books aimed at post-grads. i'm too embarrassed to read them in public.

on the street where i live.

so for anyone unaware, i recently relocated to salt lake. a lot of things are different, but in a good-different way, and i have only one tote of books left to unpack. (i'm beyond thrilled to finally have the shelf space to accomodate my collection)

my dwelling is in a nice neighborhood-y type place. there are no nearby crack dens or prostitution rings like my mother feared. (at least none i've stumbled into lately. if i do, this blog is about to get a lot more interesting)

and for your viewing pleasure, here are some photos i've taken on different meanderings around my neighborhood.

+







a bus someone converted into a.....mobile home?





love.

hey light fixture, you are much too bright.

sometimes, i really really want to write something.

something funny, but with an edge of snark, and of course a hard-hitting dose of reality.

also, something that actually makes sense, unlike the above sentence.

but instead, i look on twitter to find inspiration from people who can write (albeit, in 140 characters or less), and alphabetize my records (i found some killer deals yesterday. who sells joan jett for 9.95? i mean really), and think about my day, which included some temp work, canned ravioli, a gilmore girls nap, and a yacht (themed) party.

also, i think about how i have an interest in writing introspectively, but quickly find it tiring, and probably more personal than i feel comfortable in sharing with the blogging world.

and finally, i think about things that annoy me, like the fact that i can't find any of the music that i want, or that i rarely say what i want to say, and the tiny tiny dimensions of my closet.

and now here i am, with something written, but not necessarily what i had intended. and i'm just going to go with it.

you're welcome internet.

and they always go right back for more.

also i wish i had written this.


and this.

"It’s 2010 and people are still saying things like “Shoot for the moon and if you miss, at least you’ll land among the stars!” and expecting you not to hate them."

--

this

makes me way happier than it should.

found here.

loves, both real and sarcastic

love that my family thinks salt lake is so much farther away than logan, they bought me a webcam.

(now i can do this)

love that i lash out at my phone instead of the person on the other end.

love that my neighbors decorate their porch with icicle lights all year long.

love that my room has a weird smell that i can't get rid of because i can't figure out how to open the windows.

love that when i'm sad i listen to embarrassing music in the vein of dashboard confessional and snow patrol.

love that my living room has no curtains, so anyone passing by can get a full view of my roommate making me do hip hop abs with her.

snail.mail

dear dog down the street,

thanks for barking all night long. it really aids in my REM cycle.

.

dear Salt Lake,

i might like you. i'm still making up my mind.

.

dear ice cream,

thank you for being an acceptable dinner substitute

.

dear decisions,

i entirely loathe everything about you. you will not be thanked by me today.

.

dear almost famous,

thanks for still being one of my favorite movies, and for being so cheap at Hollywood Video's going out of business sale.

.

dear black flats,

thanks for lasting so long. i shouldn't have worn you to work so much and now you have a hole in the bottom. i apologize for treating you so carelessly.

.

dear bangs,

i only like you sometimes. let's work on that.

.

dear KSL,

thanks for having such a great classified ads section. you have helped me spend many hours of my life in enjoyment.

.

dear cache valley,

please move closer.

.

...

i heart postsecret.

my summer in a series of fake polaroids.

it would seem that summer time is nearing an end. it smelled like fall today. it would also seem that my camera was rarely my companion during my summer adventuring. nonetheless, here is some (albeit limited) evidence of summer-time happenings. (also, it's possible that a lot of my summertime activities didn't warrant a photo. i feel few people would be interested in seeing me lying on my floor watching mad men or serving italian food to the masses)

fare thee well, summer of 2010. i will always remember you fondly.