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approximately four years ago everyone on facebook was writing a list of 25 things people didn't know about them. at first i mocked, and then of course i made my own. today i'm revisiting that list and adding commentary. you know, for fun!

1. mostly, people who don't know me think i'm quiet and/or don't pick up on my sarcasm.
i think this is still often the case. now that i'm not in college, i don't often have to interact with a ton of people who don't really know me, so this doesn't happen as often. however, i'm pretty sure no one at work has seen my actual personality. which i'm cool with.

2. i only eat my orbit wintermint gum in half pieces.
now i chew 5 gum in the cobalt flavor. because it's way better. but i still only eat half pieces.

3. i sometimes miss driving the '83 buick i had in highschool.
i sometimes miss driving in malad. traffic lights are not as cool as i once thought.

4. i buy dollar oatmeal cookies. not because they're particularly good, but because they're a dollar.
i had forgotten about these! i am on a mission to purchase some immediately, although i'm sure they cost more now.

5. i know how to knit, and sometimes do in secret.
i now take pride in my knitting and have made several excellent scarves.

6. one of the biggest joys in my life is when i find good books at the d.i.
i have stopped really perusing the book section at d.i. because our bookcases overfloweth.

7. i find golden girls hysterically funny.
that is still the case, however since i stopped living with Brittany (who owned a few seasons) i haven't watched it in a long time.

8. i judge people by the music they listen to.
i'm really working on not judging people for having different taste than me. but i fail pretty hard when it comes to liking or not liking a few specific bands.

9. as far as professors go, christy glass owns my soul.
owns my soul? who am i? but christy glass is and always will be supremely kick-ass.

10. i often base my self-worth on my wii fit age.
again, seriously? what was going on with me at 21?

11. i'm constantly broke.
samesies. although i did have a few good years in there where i was pretty solid financially. not like buying clothes from j.crew solid, but i was able to go on several trips and buy a lot of stuff from h&m.

12. although my need is nonexistent, given the funds i would gladly purchase a Kindle from amazon.
i don't think i would fork over money for this anymore. i can see the benefits, but i would miss owning real books.

13. if i could, i would eat breakfast for every meal, preferably from ihop.
ihop is great and all, but it would no longer be my sole choice for breakfast food.

14. i wish i could be friends with regina spektor.
this is probably the most hands down still true thing on this list.

15. i own five pairs of converse. my favorite are the purple ones.
i recently cleared out my converse collection. i have two pairs for wearing, and i'm saving the purple ones at my parent's house because i love them so much.

16. i have no sense of geography. i wish i could tell you where turkmenistan is, but i cannot.
years of having a world map shower curtain has not aided me in this area of weakness.

17. i'm usually bored by sporting events.
still true, but i have recently realized i enjoy live hockey games.

18. i would be really, really excited if the dinosaurs came back.
also still true, but only the plant eaters...

19. the only pen i need to sustain me is the Pilot G-2 05 in blue or black.
this is the only kind of pen i use at work! but i'm blue ink exclusive now.

20. i once tried to sell plasma to go to vegas.
ha. and was rejected. i've been back to vegas a few times and have not tried to sell any bodily fluids to get there. (gross. sorry...)

21. i'm on my third ipod. by choice, not mechanical failure.
now i'm on my fourth. but i still have my third and treasure it.

22. i anticipate easter for the mini cadbury eggs.
mmmm. cadbury eggs. brian and i hoarded a couple bags for a whole year. but now they're gone and I am sad.

23. i only consume orange juice straight from the carton.
i don't do this anymore because i read about how you're not supposed to drink out of the milk carton because it can make the milk go bad faster. i assume that can apply to orange juice too? (I do make an exception if it's the very last of the juice)

24. i name non-living objects. for example, my car, ipod, computer, and plant....
i have stopped doing that as much. maybe i'm not as tied to these inanimate objects anymore. but i do have a lot of different names for our cats.

25. i would love to work in a children's book store....or be an archeologist..
i had forgotten about this. both would still be pretty cool.

 

here are a couple of profile pictures from around the time I wrote this. I guess gang signs were popular in 2009.

 

don't you wish we were friends four years ago?

a compilation of blog drafts.

I decided to look through the 35 or so blog posts that have been abandoned in my drafts folder. Often it's just a sentence or paragraph that I meant to come back to and fill in with an entire post. Here are some of them that just never quite happened.

my life summed up in a text message.

"don't judge me! i'm a college graduate with no direction. getting ten hours of sleep a night is one of the only things i have going for me"

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pretty sure i scared the workers at J.Crew today for lusting after their window displays past the point of social acceptance.

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one of my greatest fears is having someone walk in on me when i'm using the bathroom. i lock the door when i'm home alone. i will never be one of those girls who just uses the bathroom while her husband is brushing his teeth. because I WOULD RATHER DIE.

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lately i've become extremely bored with people's facebook status updates. [and yes, i know it speaks volumes about my life that i have time not only to read the updates, but to critique them] however, i think there are some easy ways to make your status update more interesting, and thus, making my facebook experience better. there are ways to improve even the most mundane of updates. you can simply look at the situation from a different angle. so instead of saying so and so needs to do laundry, you could say so and so is out of underwear. same situation, way more better.

another example. i often see people's status' saying something along the lines of "brendi is really tired" well, guess what brendi. reading your status made ME tired. why not detail the circumstances leading to your exhaustion? for example, "brendi was up way too late macking with a hot new fella." Thanks brendi. I'm now creepily over-involved in your life. But at least you kept me interested...and think of the comments you'll inspire!

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springtime. i can sense it. like how my coworkers can sense it's nearly five when i start clorox wiping my desk.

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marriage really is fun. like...i feel like there are more small moments you can have when you live together. which i enjoy. even when those small moments involve brian doing his jimmy stewart impersonation. (you guys. it's so bad)

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one Halloween i was toting around my full plastic bag full of candy (i didn't have one of those fancy plastic pumpkins) when i had to double back for my mom, who was prooobably not quite as excited as I was. on my way back i noticed an apple on the sidewalk that looked very similar to an apple i had received at a door a few houses down (i won't even get into the injustice of receiving an APPLE while trick-or-treating). that's when i realized i had been trailing candy from a slow leak in my inferior bag for an unknown amount of time. halloween was RUINED.

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the thing about being married is that it kind of safeguards from doing as many stupid things. partly, because there is someone usually around that you don't want to do stupid things in front of. but mostly, for me at least, because most of the stupid things i did were directly related to my being single.

i legitimately felt like for at least two years i was calling hailey every week and being like, so here's the latest ridiculous thing i've done. dated someone i didn't like, made out with someone random, texted an ex-boyfriend, made out with an ex-boyfriend, let an ex-boyfriend come over. (a lot of stuff involving ex-boyfriends)

it's almost strange to call hailey now and not have something to confess to her.

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i'm not going to pretend anymore.

i hate january. it's a waste of a month. that's when all the worst movies come out. that's when all the holidays are over and we're all fatter because of it. that's when the gyms are too crowded and it's waaaay too cold to go outside. january is the month where i get gloomy and suddenly lose ambition to do much more than sit on the couch with a stack of books and some tv seasons.

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here's the thing about birthdays. i like the idea of having a party or some kind of social gathering. but it makes me feel real awkward to force people to celebrate my existence.

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well. i'm glad those are out on the internet now.

and i'm aware that this was the blog equivalent of a clips show. 

snap.

the other day I was doing some spring cleaning on my pinterest boards.

is that a thing people do? it's a thing I do. I deleted over 100 pins.

 

I deleted a bunch of stuff from my style and interior and craft boards that didn't appeal to me anymore. but one board that required no editing was my photo board. I really love looking at pretty pictures and i'm going to start perusing my own photo board from now on when i'm overly stressed.

 

I noticed how many pictures I had of couples. especially in black and white. here are some of my favorites.

 

 heath ledger + michelle williams

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and a couple of color shots I couldn't leave out.

 

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I think i'm kind of a romantic.

letters.

dear cats,

 

thanks for keeping me company while brian is at the library. and for being genuinely interested in the cat lands I make for you.

 

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 dear grapefruit,

 

you have been super delicious lately. keep on keepin' on.

 

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dear yoga mat,

 

thanks for still accepting me even though I haven't used you since last summer. maybe we can be friends again?

 

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dear target sandals,

 

I bought two pairs of you in a size too small, hoping things would work out. they have. thanks for being awesome.

 

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dear bike,

 

i might replace you soon? and that legitimately makes me feel guilty.

 

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dear spring,

 

I don't think you can ever comprehend how happy you make me. ever.

 

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 dear feet,

 

thanks for taking me from place to place. warmer weather means a lot more walks!

 

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dear job,

 

thanks for putting up with my often surly attitude and continuing to pay me.

 

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dear vegetables,

 

though I will never like you as much as your fruit sister, I am going to make an effort to try more of you, and learn how to cook you. hopefully in a way that helps me to consume more of you without feeling tortured.

 

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dear last night,

 

thanks for being rejuvenating. a bike ride with husband, a walk alone, perusing trader joes, doing some mild yoga, and practicing the ukulele helped me remember how full and happy my life is. and how I have very little to complain about.

 

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throwback tuesday. or, teenagers are stupid.

anyone remember when i used to do throwback posts? no? yeeeeeeah, me either.

anyway.

one night when brian had already annoyingly fallen instantly asleep and my brain was like, yeah, whatever, i was listening to a podcast and willing sleep to come. the episode was talking about all the stupid/dangerous things the hosts had done when they were younger. so i ended up (finally) falling asleep thinking about all the things of that nature i had done. here are three.

one.

my junior year of high school i made it to BPA state. (BPA is business professionals of america. and i won a competition in the word processing category. i don't need to emphasis that i was a super nerd in high school, right?) so there i was, with some of my favorite friends in Boise, Idaho. over the course of the weekend we made friends with the boys from West Side (the dangerous school) and they convinced us to sneak out after "curfew" and walk to Perkins.

this was stupid for several reasons.

firstly, the BPA advisor was notorious for being crazy vigilant about rules. she would ground her kids for minor infractions such as not taking out the garbage and being five minutes late, and on another trip she wouldn't let us cross the street because there were only 13 seconds left on the crosswalk sign. had we gotten caught (spoiler alert: we didn't) she would have just lost her shit. i imagine we would have gotten kicked out of the club, possibly suspended, and publicly flogged.

second, one of the girls sharing our room was kind of....a goody two shoes (i don't know that i've ever had to type that before. it made me feel old. also, there has got to be a more current phrase to use than that) she used to get so mad at janiece and i for messing around during math class, (sometimes we colored...) so i know she would have gotten a lot of satisfaction seeing us go down.

thirdly, we were going somewhere with boys we didn't actually know in the middle of the night. (but considering we were all BPA kids, it was probably pretty safe)

but we didn't care about any of this because. there were boys. FROM ANOTHER SCHOOL. also going to restaurant after dark when everything closes in your hometown at 8:30 is pretty exciting. it took us forever and a day to walk to perkins. i don't remember anything specific about our outing except for the one boy who ordered an eee-clare. (and pronounced it just like that) oh, and also he smashed the remainder of it into a crosswalk button and was proclaimed a dick by janiece.

we got back into the hotel with no incident and were feeling preeeeeetty pleased with ourselves. that's when we realized our door was dead-bolted. so we knocked....and knocked...and finally we were granted access! however, the look of death that accompanied it's opening was barely worth the safe entrance into our room.

two.

it was the first week of my very first year of college. hailey and i had ventured to smiths for "college night." it turned out to be a lame drawing contest that dragged on for hours. (but i did win a make-up kit. sooooo....worth it?) we finally ditched out and were driving back to our apartment. while waiting at a stop light, a car with two boys in it challenged us to a race. (you know, by revving their engine and raising their eyebrows. it's the universal sign)

after we tooootally killed them, they got our number at the next stoplight, and invited us over to their place. if that happened now i would be like, let's all go to a crowded public place. with lots of witnesses! (also, just to be clear that wouldn't happen now, since i'm, you know, married and all the jazz. moving on..) but being young and you know..BOYS, we followed them to their place. AND went upstairs to their apartment... seriously. luckily they were nice guys. and once they figured out we were barely 18 they got awkward enough for us to excuse ourselves.

three.

once again i was with hailey (we might not make the best team...). we were living in Connecticut and working at a kid's camp for the summer. (which is just a whole other story)

we went into New York one saturday and were trolling china town for fake designer purses. a girl motioned for us to follow her to a purse store. she had a flyer so it seemed totally legit. the store turned out to be her van, and yes, we got inside it. i was too nervous to really even look at the fake chanel purses she was displaying, and when she remote-started the van to turn on the a.c. i think my heart almost exploded from panic. we quickly retreated and looked for purses in more reputable places. you know, like behind fake storefronts and in rooms with no windows.

 

i wish i had bpa pictures to share but they're buried away on some cd i think? or possibly they were lost when my giant desktop computer crashed my senior year of highschool.

but here's a photo of hailey and i our freshman year of college.

(we're in our own apartment, not one belonging to boys who's names we don't know. and also, i'm not sure what we're doing. besides being awesome...)

two people who shouldn't be left alone till they're 22





this is basically the story of my whole life.

 

totes.