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...)