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.

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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."

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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.

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dear Salt Lake,

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

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dear ice cream,

thank you for being an acceptable dinner substitute

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dear decisions,

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

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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.

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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.

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dear bangs,

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

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dear KSL,

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

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dear cache valley,

please move closer.

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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.