YWEEK

edit bay 12 is no longer mine. i got kicked out.

apparently the graphics guys get whatever they want these days...

bay 18 is my new abode.

it's a reeeally big adjustment.

kidding.

but i still give graphics guy the stink-eye when i walk past 12. hehehe.

things i like today

brought to you by the letter b

boots,

burning love,

and burgers.

black and white photos,

black nail polish,

and braids.

pinterest.

straight from my psychology text book:

"Genetics shape our physical appearance and our physical appearance can change how people within our environment react to us."

you're kidding. i had no idea.

i was just excited that a picture of zac efron was in my text book.

words to live by

i vow to remember to do these things this week:

"be the girl you were too lazy to be yesterday." - the internet...

and

"wear something cute and don't take crap from anybody." - clinton kelly

both of these were told to me by my sister.

good things to consider, i think.

up and down.

we learned about actualités in film.

i decided to make one really quick. because my film teacher is really cool and he inspires me.

it's just real life. but it's two angles you usually don't see at the same time.

roooooooomies

these are the ladies of 1910. how did i get into this apartment full of babes?!

come visit. we can watch friends and eat pancakes.

saturday.

on saturday mornings, i have a lab where i go watch the movie of the week for my film class so i can write a paper on it.

let's just say that stacie and clinton would throw a huge fit if they saw what i wore to those...

totally unrelated:

i'm in love with almond joys. i'm addicted and i just can't get enough.

and last night i found out that jcw's makes an almond joy shake! i gotta try one of those as soon as possible. i'll probably die from delicious overload.

ocean's 11 style

k ladies,

let's play snog date dump.

george clooney, brad pitt, matt damon.

hmmm, such a hard one.

i think i'm going to have to say...

snog brad

date matt

dump george

what say you?

elephant gun

i was just sitting here, typing my life away

when i heard a lovely sound coming from the lobby of my building.

it was a ukulele. i remembered that i play the ukulele.

inspired, i stopped typing and got out my own uke.

i took a few minutes and learned to play and sing a new tune.

it's such a fun one.

remember to find time to do the things you love.

that's my word of advice for the night.

love you, bye.

meat

my mom entered me into a drawing without my knowledge.

and i actually won.

this came in the mail.

i love being 18 or older.

i take good notes...

i always doodle cross-hatch lines all over my notes.

i have since like the 4th grade.

my sister kylie pulled out her notes today and showed me how she is so bad because she doodles while taking notes.

and i saw that her paper was covered with cross-hatch lines all over the margins as well.

we both do it. so weird.

then later she looked up an interpretation and texted it to me:

"cross-hatching doodles are an indication of needing to break away from 'the man.' these doodles show a severe need to escape a controlling environment." so that's our diagnosis.

that is so us.

it's nice.

He's not perfect. You aren't either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold on to him and give him the most you can. He isn't going to quote poetry. He's not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don't hurt him, don't change him, and don't expect more than he can give. Don't analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he's not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don't exist. But there's always one guy that is perfect for you.

bob marley

saw it here first.

hard.

i don't want to talk about how much i detest college.

because that isn't fun to talk about or read about.

i can't be perfect.

there's no way i'm going to be able to get straight As

and ace every test and quiz

and go to every review session

and work 20 hours a week

and have a social life and play

and go to every single sunday meeting and fireside

and have enough time to make food for myself that isn't a sandwich

and get enough sleep.

but i'm doing all i can. so i hope that's enough.

look who paid a visit last night

via facetime, that is.

it should just be called ryantime,

since he's the only person i've talked to on it.

in other news,

64 school days until the end of the semester.

64 normal days until i go to disneyland.

declared.

I declared a major today. it was rather like this:

"i just wanted you to know... you can't just say the words "film major" and expect anything to happen."

"i didn't say it, i declared it."

i still have to apply for the program...

but hey, i made a decision. this is good.

lots of office references on this here blog lately. sorry about it.

west philadelphia, born and raised

if you lived in this apartment with me, you might hear things like:

"oh my cuss" when brooke's mouse runs out of batteries.

or the fresh prince of bel air theme song whenever it's time for janae to wake up.

or any given episode of "friends" as you are walking toward the kitchen.

or the toilet flushing all by itself at random times.

back in july

once we tried writing our names with sparklers.

not as easy as we thought.

fall almost.

it's a good day when it's finally cool enough outside to wear your moccasins.

susa

Here's what I get to come home to every day

it's hanging in the lobby of my building.

now doesn't her face just say,

"welcome home! we're so happy you're here!"

bless her heart.

well,

i miss seeing this kid every day.

remember when pam goes to art school in new york and jim stays in scranton?

it's like that.

but worse because i'm not just watching it on tv.

it's a day worth documenting

a stranger asked if he could sit by me in class.

he said he liked my keds.

i said liked his mustache.

i was walking up the stairs in my building as someone was falling down them.

"uh.. are you ok? ok good, see ya.."

a girl came up to me and, in all seriousness, said,

"hey, can i borrow your phone for a sec? i just dropped mine in the toilet."

i laughed a lot. but not out loud.

i kicked a bird.

rather, it flew out of a bush and into my foot as i was walking by.

it scared the ish out of me.

oh, and i finished my homework before midnight.

to make you glad

please enjoy this random selection of photos from my pinterest.

that is david beckham as prince philip..whaa

oh, and last but not least, ian mckellen:

if that doesn't crack you up, i don't know what will.

happy labor day

this is what i wore to work today.

yes, i had to go to work.

twice.

labor day, my gaggi.

when reporters are lame and they save their stories till the last minute

causing you to have to edit aaall day saturday and then again monday,

i give you permission to wear your jammies to work.

saturday night

a few of my roommates + chocolate chip pancakes + the village

it's september.

I am so excited for that blessed week this month when all my shows come back on.

modern family, the office, 30 rock, chuck.

maybe i'll drop one of my classes so i have time to watch them all.

i'll drop spanish 205. the homework for that class es el diablo.