happy list. may.

* prom * ketchup * The Killers * Life cereal * old vintage houses * cupcake date * chocolate muffins * when I saw a little boy try to ride his puppy * lilacs * movie theatres (and Nate-o) * The Holiday * Ryan * creamcicles * Honeycomb * yoga * hammocks * conditioner * the sound of rain * sharpies * fresh pineapple * the little cheesecake bits you put on your frozen yogurt * Backstreet Boys * redvines * my iPod * fire pits * when people speak Spanish and they don't know I can understand them * cookie dough pizza * the spot * Costa Vida late at night * boys in white shirts * websites that let you print sheet music for free *

35% of of that stuff was food. Food is good.

And so is that other stuff.

birthday girl

here's to eryn wilkes. the girl i call my sister.

happy 15th!

movies. are my life.

weird celebrity facts that i still can't wrap my mind around:
toby stevens is maggie smith's son. what?
jennifer connelly is married to ... paul bettany. yeah.

top three awesomest movie credits:
3. harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban (marauder's map.. remember? it's cool)
2. sherlock holmes (frames that turn into sketches. ahh, awesome)
1. series of unfortunate events (the weird macabre puppet things. dope)

favorite score composer of all time:
hans. hans zimmer. he's the man.

movies that i never get tired of watching and that have become an integral part of my being:
princess diaries
parent trap
harry potter
knight's tale
the holiday
sherlock holmes
cinderella story
series of unfortunate events
freaky friday
sword in the stone
muppet treasure island
pocahontas

love. movies.

Ode to Ryan Daniel Moon

Moonbeam turns 17 today. We went to junior high together, but we were afraid to talk to each other.
Now we're mejor amigos.

He is one of the funniest people I know and looks good in teal.
He can sing like Cat Stevens and he threatens to kiss me every day.
He's good at lacrosse and making up band names.

Ryan, you're cool.
Happy Birthday.

Emma is a babe.

If my life were to be made into a movie, I'd want Emma to play me.

my hurr.

Bangs.

At the moment they are too long to wear down and too short to pull back.

My original plan was to grow them out for summer.

But they are incredibly awkward right now.

And I do like my bangs when they are an appropriate length.

It's decision time. Do I grow them out for summer or do I trim them? Help me. I need help.

Waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought; useless and disappointing.

I watched that movie today. Next time I'm counting how many times they say "Austin Ames."

I went to graduation. I felt uncomfortable when I thought about how that is going to be me in a year.

Ate at kneaders.

Mango Tango = Love.

Saw "Diary of a Wimpy Kid." The books are a little bit better. But still worth seeing.

Ate some more at Pizza Pie Cafe for Jamie's birthday. Dessert Pizza. Real good stuff.

Happy Birthday Jamie Cakes!

This little cutie turns 13 today.

today i like

stuff with stripes.

kinda beachy. kinda nautical.

cur. dobe. melba. i wish i had a cool nickname.

We had a ceremonial bonfire yesterday.

Burned school stuff.

It was theraputic.

I don't recommend burning the plastic covers of the biology lab books, though.

It smells like new born baby diarrhea.

i was once a junior

things to remember about a rad junior year:

The Big Show, Les Miserables, early morning seminary, Van Dijk's laugh, "we love you, Winston", playing chess in the library with Brock Duclos, Risk, Spencer Rich telling me Happy Birthday every day for 4 months, Flood-it, getting 30 texts in a row from Hayden Anderson, pigcocks and other imaginary animals, "Fireflies" was overplayed, "They're just eating icecream. And that's ok!", tetris, heart-to-hearts with Cameron Tribe, "Dad, do you love me?", taco-eating contest, "You're not even gooood", chicken nuggets, prom, surveillance does, woman jokes, my secret year-long crush on Dallin Major, getting rear-ended, the math boys: Austin, Jason, Kirk, Nate, Jameson, and Cade, carrying around fake vomit (aka oatmeal packets), date train at Homecoming, the people who got some at urchestra tur, twist cones, X=1, watching football and basketball, long drives with Kati Briggs, Carrie and Jenna and Megan, long phone calls, "send him to the gallows!", going up north, not my [insert any word] not my problem, winning Boggle, friend-a-versary, handsome Mr. Beck, Kiki and Cobair, Wingers, Ke$ha, getting the coveted KPGR jacket, hibernation cake, golf, and pluto isn't a planet anymore = more vomit.

Pretty eventful year. And not bad at all.

(90) Days of Summer

... give or take a few days.

The summer project:
Take a picture of the coolest thing I do every day.

Starting today.

I'll post them over there on the sidebar.

guess what. i made that picture. i feel so artsy.

I'm bluffin with my muffin

Idea: Jessie

Photoshop skills: Kirsten

I simply remember my favorite things, and then I don't feel so bad.

I know it isn't the end of the month yet, but there are a few happy things I'd like to share. Every body's gonna love today.

Walking outside barefoot and burning your feet on the road . Cade holding little kids at church . nap . rain . MGMT . rereading my patriarchal blessing . cheesecake flavored cupcake (thanks meg) . four square . "get that corn out of my face" . the itunes free download of the week . finding out the me and Lisa are a lot alike (found her blog. i'm not creepy) . nail polish . remembering that it's all going to be ok . soccer . figuring out that "what e'er" was a phrase coined by Shakespeare . cute little houses . family

And here's a shout out to who I believe is the originator of the Happy List:

{raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles, warm woolen mittens, brown paper packages tied up with string...}

I like her list.

Guess who's excited for the World Cup.

Dwigt.

Dwight: Pam, would you care for a bagel?
Pam: Oh, no thank you.
Dwight: Oh, that's right, you're a woman and you need to refuse food the first time. I'll try again. Please Pam, reconsider and have a bagel.

Dwight: Stop it!
Jim: Stop what?
Dwight: You're talking about me in Morse code. Well, you know what? Joke's on you 'cause I know Morse code! Ha!
Jim: Yeah, that's what we're doing. In our very limited free time and with our very limited budget, we went and got a nanny and then we went out and took a class on a very outmoded and very unnecessary form of communication just so we could talk about you in front of you.
[cut to Jim and Pam in interview]
Jim: Yup. That's exactly what we did.

Jim: Actually, when I was seven, my dad took me to the natural history museum in New York. And we looked at fossils all day. And at the end of the day, he got me a little plastic triceratops. It was awesome.
Dwight: That's cool. Hey, you know what's even cooler than triceratops? Every other dinosaur that ever existed.
Jim: Didn't see that one coming.

it's official.

There is a new KPGR president.

And her name is me.

you stand this close to me, like the future is supposed to be.

Things have been really weird lately. I have the 3 1/2 month curse, I guess.

I'm wondering why we are required to come to school if all we're going to do is watch movies and play tetris.

It was a good thing I didn't get called on to demonstrate a problem in math today. If I had been called on, I totally would have pulled a Hermione and walked out of class in a dramatic manner.

We ate cereal in first period today. I don't like the milk that's left in the bowl after you the cereal is gone. So, I went out in the hall and poured it in the drinking fountain. It looked super gross. Then Dallin Major came to the drinking fountain to nourish his voice, and he gave me and Kassie a sort of disgusted look. Then we assured him it was just milk. He flashed a charming grin and said, "it's ok." But what he said with his eyes was, "can i take you on a date?" and my eyes said, "oh yes."

Get excited for my summer project. It's going to be called (90) Days of Summer. It'll be perty cool.

Bandwagon

I've conformed. I want a pair of Vans. Maybe 5 pairs.

pretty things

flickr

"Cry, 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'"

1. eat chips and salsa

2. ride on the boat

3. sleep

4. look at Robert Downey Jr.

5. talk to Ryan Moon

I could do those things all day and never get bored. All day, baby. All day.

I'm excited for Inception to come out. It looks way trippy. And it has a bunch of my favorites:

Leonardo DiCaprio, Marion Cotillard, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Michael Caine, Cillian Murphy, Ellen Page. It'll be rad.

Also, another new movie coming out in 2012. Poe. Starring none other than RDJ. I'm psyched out of my mind.

Mr. Beck told me he could see me being a history teacher. And he asked if I could see his grey hairs.

I really want to live in one of these. It'll be brick and have a brightly colored door and shutters. It'll have flower boxes under the windows. It'll be perfect.

I painted my nails red. It's spicy.

Alma 26. It's so good. It makes me feel better about my awkward life.

when i was seventeen, i had wrists like steel

I ate a spaghetti sandwich. I'll be making more of those.

I napped on the deck, literally. Right on the wood. For 2 hours.

I felt pretty fussy because of how things are playing out. I watched SNL's Taco Town and felt a little better.

I roasted marshmallows in my backyard. Summer is nearly here.

That's all I have for you. I'm in a weird funk.

orchestra made me do it

This is definitely my favorite way to spend a Friday night.

State orchestra competition.

This is when Alex put her contact in the drinking fountain.And this when we found out we had to stay for another hour.

Pasted on the grins. It wasn't all bad, don't worry.

We got superior ratings.
And we get a plaque.
And Mr. Beck is glad.

I realized that good things can come from orchestra.
Like when we make up raps:
"Dvorak in the house!" etc.
And I realized that without orchestra tour I wouldn't be friends with Carrie and Megan.
So, it's all good.

seriously?

"Ta-ta-ta-talking 'bout blah blah blah."

"I want to be a millionaire so freakin' bad."

"Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Saturday, Sunday."

How hard is it to be a lyricist these days?

Not that hard.

But she writes some good stuff

they are in love or something.

read this.

it might tug on your heart strings a little bit.

they are rockstars.

i hope my husband wears glasses in the mornings. tha's cute.

i would also like him to randomly bring me flowers on his way home from work sometimes.

he should also kiss me on the forehead frequently.

and watch the history channel with me.

yeah.

"I was going to make you an omelet and tell you."

I watched Iron Man 2 yesterday. I loved it.

I will admit that there were too many plots. The whole thing with Dr. Fury or whatever wasn't really necessary. We were already dealing with Tony's failing health, Hammer, and the ghetto Russian guy.

I could have eliminated a character or two; sorry, Scarlett. I tried to like you, but I just don't. All you were good for was that fighting scene, which really could have been Pepper. Go home to Ryan.


The special effects were really good. I especially like all Tony's technology. Like JARVIS. I really want one of those. I'd especially like one with Paul Bettany's voice.


Was Pepper using a bump-it? I think she was. But I'm willing to overlook that, because I think she is really cool. I wish I could work a pencil skirt and heels like she can.


I liked Don Cheadle as Rhody. I didn't like that he was almost a bad guy for a minute. I was glad when he and Tony became friends again and they killed all the droids in the random Japanese atrium thing.


Oh, let's not forget Robert Downey, Jr.


Tony Stark, you are hot. You are a technological genius, which I love. When you get into your building mode, I go into a trance. I could watch you build stuff all day. You are incredibly well-dressed in this one; even your casual attire was fabulous. I liked when you made Pepper the CEO and when you finally kissed her on the roof. I was really worried when your blood toxicity was getting high and I thought you were going to die. And remember when you discovered the new element? That was so cool, probably my favorite part.
You were fabulous.

Ahh. Let's watch it again.

Here's some black and white lovin' for your monday

megan's photo

Happy Mothers Day!

My mom is the best mom in the whole world. That isn't a cliche. It's just true.

She can run about 100 miles at a time, she makes tasty food every day, she can guess the exact size of tupperware that we need for the left overs every time, she is really smart, she waterskis, snow skis, boogie boards (and looks good while she does it), she helps our family and others so much, she's thrifty, creative, thoughtful, and a good problem solver.

I want to be exactly like her when I grow up.

About 10 years ago, Kylie and I composed a mothers day song all by ourselves.

It is to the tune of "Savages" from Pocahontas.

Mommy. Mommy. Everything is Mommy.

Mommy. Mommy. Everything is you.

You are brave and strong.

You help with the household chores.

You help with the household chores.

You like to play the piano

You're really good at it.

You're a great mom!

I'm sure it was cute back when we were little.

But now we're pretty old and our parents still force us to sing it every year...

AP Biology is ruining my life

Could you maybe give me a quick overview of ... everything we've learned all year.?
I spent all my energy studying and worrying about the AP Calculus test, and just figured I could learn biology by diffusion (pun).
But guess who didn't end up taking the calculus test? Me.
And guess who realized that biology is actually hard? Me, again.
Boo.

high school, shmigh school

To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you someone else is the greatest accomplishment.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

they're babes. and they have senioritis too.

I found this picture on the sartorialist the other day, and I have kept going back to it. It's called "High School Hooky."

I think it's a totally rad photo. Australians are classy, and they know how to sluff school the posh way.

And I want that red hair. No big deal.

high school isn't that cool sometimes.

Once upon a time, I brought graham crackers to school because I sometimes I get really hungry.

I hate about half the pack and then put the rest in my backpack and forgot about them for two weeks.

Today I took my lab book out of my backpack and it was covered with crumbs.

I looked in my backpack and saw this.
Gross.

sometimes i just have to talk about golf for a minute

I just got home from an 11 hour golf day.

It was region and I got my personal best. 112 on 18 holes. Got par twice. And I'm totally psyched.

Plus, I got to see "sudden death" between an Alta girl and a Brighton girl. That was intense.

Sam got nicknamed "Little Bear" after Jack Nicklaus by the Lone Peak coach. That was a big moment.

I chipped like a master.

Never touched my driver or my five iron.

I was 18 inches away from a hole in one on hole #6. I love my 3-wood.

Kiki and Cobair's dad looks remarkably like Albert Einstein.

I ate a whole foot long sub.

Oh, and my face? Boom, roasted. That means sunburned.

I felt good about golf today.

This is probably what I looked like when I was telling everyone to hold their applause after I parred hole #12.

Psyche. No one applauded me.

But, if there was a crowd, they would've.

Gee!!

This image is dedicated to Ryan Moon, Cade Wilkes, and Nate Greenwood.

Masters of sexist jokes.

prom was boss

So, I went to prom in a gold dress. See?

This is the part when I posed like a Forever XXI model.

This is the part when my hot date arrived and it took 5 minutes to put a flower on his shirt.

Then my awesome sister took a picture of us from 30 yards away and we looked totally dapper.

Prom was totally a blast and a half.

It was golden.

As was that rockin' dress.

That vest was mighty fine too.

Awww yeah.

Oh, and we drove fast in a BMW.

Prom.

it's kind of hot.

this will make you laugh. i've been laughing for days over this.