Tuesday, May 18, 2010


On April 17th, my car died.

On May 16th, the cord which breathes life into my computer took its last breath.

On May 17th, my jump drive was abandoned in the library.

On May 17th, my I-Card refused to mesh with the printers in the library. Fail.

As of right now, I am a ghost.

And really, my friends, that is kind of sad. I should exist without technology.
And I do.

P.S. my phone hasn't died yet. YET. Pray for the life expectancy of my phone to be extended.

Then go listen to this song. It will heal what ails you: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=406Se3xPTqQ

If you need me, I'll be in my happy place:

Saturday, May 15, 2010

saturday so far.

It is Saturday morning.

My body clock went off today at 9 am, so even though I started my REM cycle at 2am, I got up.

First thing I did was run 4 miles and in doing so, acquired the two FATTEST blisters ever. On each of my feet. Sorry about that superlative.

It was graphic.

Last night the waiter at Red Robin convinced me that my 20 dollar bill I used to pay for my bowl of chili was counterfeit. And that they had had to shred it.

I was running through my mind where I had gotten it.

“ATM machine? Bank? Babysitting? Ahh! What if it’s stolen? How would they know?”

Then he shot me a sly smile and said, “Just kidding!” Oh, man. Thanks for nothing, Mr. Waiter Man.

But it was a good prank.

It is going to be in the 70’s for awhile, just like the month of May should feel like.

Wait, you didn’t know it was May?!


Right now I have a few things on my mind besides the weather and chili.

Coconut almond fudge ice cream from the BYU-Creamery.

Wanting to run away to the mountains for a weekend.

Problem: Car’s starter has fizzled out and died. Car is full of gas.

This is also known as irony.

The Oregon Coast. Always. Siempre.

Saying my prayers in Spanish and hoping I am not saying anything like “Please forgive me of my fish…I mean sins.” (In Spanish, pescado=fish, pecado=sin)

80’s movies like The Karate Kid. The Outsiders. Better off Dead. Remember those?

Or are you trying to forget?

Eyeing the pile of laundry I have yet to throw in the washer.

Maybe Monday. Ha.

But what will I wear to the ward activity in 20 minutes?

Chubby babies.

Mexico. 7 more months.

Manti. Did you know it was awesome?

Butter. I'd like to hug whoever thought of that one.

Lotion on alligator legs. Ahh, yeah.

The moon when it's sitting on the rooftops.

Dave Matthews Band.

Missionaries. Oh my word. Isaac. Home. In. Three. Months.


One more picture for your enjoyment.

Oh yes, I just did.

That little huge red thing…it’s my blister. The 1.3 megapixels on my computer

Don’t do it justice.

Have a lovely weekend.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

in which I am k.o.'d by my allergies

This week has been a boxing match between me and my allergies. Every morning since Monday I have woken up feeling like an anvil got dropped on my face. Welcome, Spring. I forgot to mention my new job, my other 16 credits of class, exercising, and...oh yeah, a social life. If only I knew what one of those felt like.

So when mom called me and left me the message, I knew I wouldn't be hard to convince. She said something along the lines of, "Hey Kenz, I wondered if you got your textbook. And we would love it if you could come home for Mother's Day. I know you don't have a car but you could get a ride... And I want to give you food, and you can talk to Isaac, and..." So basically, her voice was the equivalent of a puppy's eyes when you're holding that last piece of steak and....you know?

In a little more than 24 hours, I'll be there.

image courtesy of flickr.com