confess or don't, but either way you ate a lot of apple pie.

I service society by (not) blogging

1) I just wrote the title of this post as if I was talking to myself. Which I pretty much am doing anyway. Isn't that what a blog is? I'm too tired to get into the metaphorical-ness of that last statement.

2) Ellie made a birthday card for my dad, and in it she wrote a little poem. It said something about a hippopotamus, which I didn't really get, but this is Ellie we're talking about, so it doesn't really matter. But then she wrote, "Make a birthday wish, and make lots of wishes, and wish that you will get locked in a freezer full of ice cream!" Now I know 100% that we are related.

3) We all know that I love pumpkin, and the first boy to make me a pumpkin treat will be my number 1. But I have realized another weakness when it comes to fall dessert...apple pie. Remember last fall when I ate like thirty slices and almost had cardiac arrest 10 minutes later? DO YOU?

4) I go through musical phases and sometimes I really can't stop listening to a certain artist and it gets almost obnoxious how heavily they will rotate. For example: Justin Vernon is all over this page. It never ends, my friends.

5) I used to be really terrible at talking on the phone. For serious, there was a time when I would rather do a backflip into the Grand Canyon wearing nothing but a scrunchie than talk on the phone. Okay...that was unnecessarily graphic. But the point is, I would cry (actual tears, but no mascara yet because I was still a youngun) when my mom handed me the phone. Now I do it all the live long day, and I am a professional. I'm also a professional typist, post-it-noter-maker, alphabetizer, and over-the-phone-accidental-therapist. Awesome.

6) I've been going through this awful phase when every time I look in the mirror I go, "blurgh!" It's like that scene in Breakfast at Tiffany's when Holly G. looks in the mirror and says, "I've got to do something about the way I look!" Although she is Audrey Hepburn in real life, soooo I'm not sure I can totally feel for her in that moment. Back to me. This morning my hair was being my hair, i.e. acting like it didn't care about the fact that I wield the brush and hairdryer! So I showed it up, and parted my hair on the other side.

You guys. Why didn't anyone tell me about this secret sooner? Whenever you are not feeling the hair, just move it over. Whaaaat?! Yeah, it's that simple. Shazam.

Also, can we talk about how one of the great ironies of life is that you can fix your hair while watching TV/knitting a scarf/eating pasta simultaneously, without a mirror, and it looks perfect, and then you go to do the same thing the next day for reals and it looks terrible?! I mean, why? P.S. ignore that run-on sentence that just happened.

7) I went and bought myself two new beanies. In a color besides yellow. ALERT THE PRESSES.

8) At first when my iPod died a few weeks ago, I thought I was gonna die too. My journaling got really bad, because I used my iPod to fuel my pen. But I've gotten used to the silence again. And guess what? I like it.

9) Sometimes I get homesick for the most raaandom places. Like the WinCo in Idaho Falls. Or the 2nd floor of the McKay Library. I never thought I'd get homesick for that place. Ha! Especially after making these super special memories there: number one, number two, and number three.

10) My secret wish is to have a cabin/house thing like the one in Dan in Real Life and go there every autumn so I can relish the whole season without having to think about anything else but the leaves falling and the smell of wood burning and the golden October moon.

are ya kiddin' me?

time to confess

please see #10

1) the other night I watched...oh gash....I watched the bachelorette, okay! and it was terrible and I was half-laughing, half-groaning at the dumbness of it all. promise to never watch it again. I'd like to keep the IQ points I have left, thanks.

2) I spent my whole day with a hot pad. Classy.

3) Every time summer arrives, I realize that most of the t-shirts I possess are from D.I. this needs to change.

4) I'm craving JCW's so bad it hurts. It actually is hurting my stomach to think of it. Because I know as soon as I eat it I'm gonna feel worse. But still...I want that cheeseburger. Come hither, greasy food. I dunno what I just said either.

5) I go on midnight bike rides...barefoot. If you see me, say hello. But don't run over me, k?

6) I'm reallllllllllllllly excited for the Olympics, guys. Not even joking, it's like my favorite thing to watch every four years. fjdsklfjafjdsl;afjl;sajf;sajfd All of these commercials on NBC aren't helping.

7) I think I listened to this song ten times today.

8) I almost dislocated my index finger trying to play the F chord on guitar. Teaching yourself an instrument is no joke. I also have a zig-zag tan, messy hair, and I daydream about living in a cabin in the woods. #hippieinthemaking

9) I cut my hair in April. It grew an inch since then. AN INCH. I know, some of you out there wish your hair grew this fast. But for reals, my hair does not stay short for very long. p.s. I take fish oils.

10) I just found this blog today.
out loud reaction: noooooooooooooooooooooooo
in my head reaction: yesyesyesyesyes!!!!!!!

In other words, you're welcome.

clueless

I could use a road trip right about now.

Everyone keeps asking me how it feels to be graduated. I honestly don't know...cool I guess. Now what? More school. But not before I get a real job. But not before I have a temporary job for five weeks. Not before I get a car, and move out, and become an adult.

Why must everything have to come before that? I wonder.
Confession time.

confession one: I have no clue what I'm doing right now. But everyone's favorite question to ask me is, "So now what?" I wish I had a clipboard that had "Ideas for what Kenzie should do next" written on the top. So when people asked me that question, I could hand them the clipboard.
confession two: Yes, I'm (maybe) going to grad school, but I feel wayyy underqualified. Grad school is for people who write master theses! What!
confession three: I deactivated my facebook again. Sometimes that thing just really irritates me. I don't want to bore you with why. Just know that I get tired of it, the same way I get tired of being in the mall, or stupid TV shows/TV in general, or music on the radio.
confession four: I have cried more in the past five months than I think I did all last year. Or maybe for the last 21 years. Ha! I'm telling you, my tear ducts are working up the heezy lately. It's okay. Crying is good.
confession five: I'm debating posting this because it's way too Negative Nancy and that's not what people wanna read, is it? You all want a happy list or something right?
confession six: Welp, this is a blog after all. And a human being writes it. Therefore, I am sorry if this comes off as cranky. I feel a bit lost, that's all.
confession seven: Last night I was sitting on my bed, with my journal in my lap, pondering. I'll have you know that this particular time of day is always ripe for revelation, at least for me. Anyway, I was thinking about all of these semi-depressing things and I started to write them out. But then something awesome happened--the Spirit gave me some solutions. They were no-brainers, too. The things you hear in church every week. But I happen to know that the Spirit doesn't mess around, so I'd better get to work.
confession eight: because of number seven, I've decided I need to spend less time on the computer. which means less bloggerizing (sorry all five of you who read this!), and obviously less facebook. you can always call me or (gasp!) write a letter. 'tis possible.
confession nine: my bike+my music=the only solution for my cabin fever right now.
confession ten: living at home when you are a college graduate is kind of hard. Don't get me wrong, I love my family and I love not having to cook for myself every day in the midst of homework and I love our cozy house, but I do feel less...independent? It's hard to go from living on your own for 3.5 years to the basement again. But I'm working on it!

Any words of encouragement would be loverly. I hope you don't hate on this blog now because my confession session was mostly complaints. :/

confesh sesh

there is beauty in this confession session. am I right or am I right?

1) I said "confesh sesh." Meaning I spoke in abreev. Do you want to know the last time I spoke in abreev? Well, chances are it was probably when Chelsea B. was still around. She and I were flu in that lang.

2) Since I went grocery shopping on Tuesday, I have eaten one and a half of my avocadoes...and oh yeah, I bought five. Five avocadoes. FIVE. Ok...so we're good here, right?

3) This week has been yet another one of staying up wayyy past a reasonable hour. And by the way, I've always wondered what that phrase meant. How can an hour be reasonable? Does it think rationally and make decisive arguments? I've been in Rhetoric classes for wayyyyyyyyy too long.

4) Because of my insane load of homework, I have had to learn to let some assignments go....and that is something I have never done. It's pretty weird. You know what else I've had to let go of? My Friday nights. Goodbye, lazy weekend. Until we meet again!

5) Last night I had a dream that everybody (well not in the whole world...but a lot of us) was in this giant warehouse and there was a huge blizzard happening outside. Then, dad wanted me and Ike to go drive around in it. I woke up right before that really bad decision went down. Why do I always dream about apocalyptic things?

6) I have more freckles now than ever before. Or maybe I'm just noticing them because my skin...is finally clear! I have waited to say that since I was pubescent. Also, I've always wanted to use pubescent in a sentence. Two birds, one stone, people.

7) When it snows, I get really excited, because then I get to let the snow land on my hair. And puddle-jump. Because so far, the snow this winter has not consistently stayed snow. So much for Rexburg being a "dinosaur" in the wintertime.

8) I straightened my hair not once, not twice, but three times this week! This is cool because I haven't straightened it for awhile. I've been wearing...um...fish-tail pigtails to class. Whoa..two animals in one braid. I'm so weird!

9) When I can't fall asleep, I make up recipes. Sheep-counting does nothing for my taste buds, okay? Why count when I can create?!

10) Ever since Isaac uttered the words "taco bus" on Tuesday, I've been thinking about it. Ever. Since. I may or may not have a problem. And the problem is that the taco bus is not parked in my apartment's parking lot.

11) Today I got really excited for spring for the following reasons: short-sleeved shirts, running outside, leg-freckles, and all things lemon. Are you excited now? Oh yeah...and GRADUATION.

12) I've been listening to this dude a lot lately. Take my advice and do the same.

13) I think oranges are the yummiest fruit in the winter time. Cold, juicy oranges. Mmm. This confession session has been mostly about food. Which I think is a confession in and of itself.

oh no you didn't.

Is it bad that it's only January 5th and I have things to confess? Deal with it.

confession one: last night I stayed up late having one of the funniest/most awkward conversations of my life with an individual who will remain unnamed. just in case he/she does not want to be associated with said conversation. trust me, it was all about mexico and some downright embarrassing things that happened there.

confession two: in the same conversation, we discussed having a funeral for a mustache. what?

confession three: I may or may not have taken a 2 hour nap yesterday after I got done with classes...at 10am. Better not make this a habit.

confession four: I tripped going up the stairs in the Smith Building on the way to my first class. And that's not the first time, either. I recall a certain incident at the tender age of 18, whilst I was running up the stairs to the 4th floor for Spanish class. All of a sudden I was no longer standing on solid ground, and I had that moment we sometimes get when we're in the air. The one where you're thinking, "Oh crud. I'm about to hit the ground and make a really awful scene, aren't I?" Yeah. Then came impact. And lots of return-missionaries making sure I was okay. But I just laid there, looking pathetic and ridiculous. "Hi....I'm new here." Ugh.

confession five: I have already been to the taco bus, and I've been here for four days. What am I going to do when I move? Wait..I just had a stroke of genius! I'll just sneak into the bus when some big futbol game is on the TV (so the people who work there are distracted), and start the engine, and then drive away with all of the Mexicans inside of it. Then I will have delicious Mexican food at all times. Hooray.

confession six: a couple of nights ago I decided to prank a few of my old roommates and tell them I was engaged (via text message). "It happened so fast!" I said. Or something like that. Ha! Luckily my friend who really is engaged had just sent me a picture of her ring, so I forwarded that to them to make the prank more believable. I guess that 17-year-old prankster still lives in me.

confession seven: I signed up for a free 7-day Hulu Plus trial just so I could watch old episodes of The Office. Man I miss when that show was really good. I mean really.

confession eight: the other day at the bank I stuck my tongue out at a little girl in front of me who was really into making faces. But I'm pretty sure my little game was confusing other people around, who couldn't see the 2-foot girl in front of me. They could only see a college student sticking her tongue out every five seconds. Yikes.

Hmm only eight confessions. That's not too bad. One for every day of the week, plus an extra for the weekend. Ha. Just kidding. Kind of.

I need to confess...

confession 1: this week I took an old red skirt which was destined for the D.I. pile and instead threw it into the bathtub with a whole bunch of bleach. I smelled like a swimming pool for days. And the skirt did not turn pink like I planned. It's more of a pukey orange color...perfect for fall, no? So much for being domesticated.

confession 2: I have eaten more pb&j's in the past couple of weeks than I have in my whole life. Mostly because of this bread recipe.

confession 3: This song has been on repeat lately. It's a classic, you know.

confession 4: I make up recipes in my head when I can't concentrate in class. Don't worry, today in Spanish Lit when the discussion starting leaning towards the ridiculous (as it often does, remember I'm one of two girls in that class), I started writing down all of the soups I'm going to make this month. Oh yeah, that's my other confession. I plan on eating mostly soup this month. Don't deny you're jealous.

confession 5: Sometimes I look in my Mexico archives and read about the olden days. But then I start to feel a little bit depressed so I have to stop. Time to let go, McKenz. Let. Go.

confession 6: I may or may not have begun to study on a bench right outside the library because 1, it is the best place for people-watching, and 2....um, I can't tell you the other reason. This is a confession-session but it's also the world wide web, folks.

confession 7: I hate, no, loathe, the giant body pillow which Chelsea bequeathed to me for the duration of her mission. You know why? Because it is not in the shape of my body at all, nor does it contour to my shape. Did I just sound like an infomercial or what? Anyway, the point is that her body pillow has been banished to the corner of my room, far, far away from my sleeping space.

confession 8: I get the urge to jump in the leaves a lot. Soon I'm just going to give in to the impulse.

confession 9: I want to bake lots of carbs and then leave them on random people's doorsteps. The look on their faces is priceless! And so the phantom goodie season begins...

confession 10: I enjoy the weather when it's all rainy, because then I get to wear this beauty:

during winter...

or spring...

even summer.

Ahhh. Fall is offically here. Time to relish. Oh how I love that word.

"don't drive me crazy, drive me to casino!"

picture overload much?

If you weren't at the Anderson Reunion last weekend, then you won't have any idea what that title means. I guess you could say it's privileged information, or somethin like that. Ha. All I can say is thank goodness for D.I. granny sweatshirts. It's time for another confession-session. (P.S. it's fun to say "session" like this: "se-see-ahn" I'm gettin' a French vibe, anyone else?)

confession numero uno: I recently decided to start as a "newbie" on a bunch of things. What does this mean, you ask? It means I'm starting with a clean slate, a clean shiny chalkboard, etc. etc. I decided that I'm an action kind of a girl and I hate waiting. So I'm not gonna do any of that anymore. Sorry if this made no sense. Guess I just had to say it.

confession 2: I may or may not like the smell of lemon fresh PineSol a little too much.

confession 3: I got asked if I liked to swing on vines the other day in a text conversation. I tell you, texting is a funny thing sometimes.

confession 4: I have fallen prey to the "pumped up kicks" phenomenon and I don't know why.

confession 5: I happen to enjoy thunderstorms mixed with a bit of lightning. Last night's was a stunner. Also, I just said "stunner." Call me names at will.

confession 6: All I really want for lunch today is a PB+Banana sandwich (and maybe tomorrow and maybe the next day)

confession 7: I'm actually daydreaming about snow because snow=snowboarding.

confession 8: I had a dream about Mumford & Sons the other night. I think I listen to them a little too much.

confession 9: I have a problem with killing bugs, unless it's a fly or a mosquito. Or a poisonous spider. If it's anything else I will try and preserve its life somehow.

confession 10: If a guy has good grammar, that is a turn-on. Then again, if he has bad hygiene, fuhget about it.

confession 11: I hate sunburned lips, because then you get chapped lips, and then you put Carmex on it, and then you have poky, greasy lips. Not kissable at all. Not like that's what I was leaning towards...but you know...gotta be prepared. Ha.

confession 12: homecomings are often anti-climactic.

confession 13: When people speak in languages I don't understand (anything 'sides English and Spanish), I just like to close my eyes and listen to it. I like other languages, wish I was multi-lingual.

confession 14: this confession session has gone on long enough. I'll tell you how that swinging on vines goes latah.

peace!

-mcfrenzal-

oh p.s. all these pics are from my tumblr, yep, i have one of those. add that to the confession session. I've been thinkin' about sticking some of my favorites from my tumblr on here every once in awhile. That thing is quite entertaining.

I must confess...

someday soon I'm gonna sleep just like this.

• Confession 1: I may or may not have gotten choked up multiple times at the finish line of the Teton Dam Marathon this past Saturday. Seeing the 80 year old finish, or the mom with the child in her arms, or the woman who was obviously in pain…man I’m a baby.
• Confession 2: because of aforementioned finish-line-drama, I decided to run a half marathon in September down Spanish Fork Canyon. Cause I’m crazy and all that good stuff.
• Confession 3: thanks to Amy M, I’ve been stalking this blog lately. Guess what? I’m gonna travel ‘til I die. Not really groundbreaking news…but I’m putting this in the “confession” category, meaning I am slightly embarrassed about how often I talk about it. When the travel bug bites, it bites hard. And leaves scars.
• Confession 4: I love everything pumpkin (you’re thinking “aaand when is this confession-session actually gonna get juicy?!). And I may have made pumpkin oatmeal, a pumpkin pie smoothie, and pumpkin pancakes all in one week. It’s not even October, McKenzie. Geez.
• Confession 5: Without a bike I feel nekked. Yeah, you heard me. That means without clothing. Ahh yah, look at me now, I can do a confession session, alright!
• Confession 6: I would very much like for my children to have freckles, and if they don’t, well, guess I’ll take them back for a refund...oh I'm just kidding. Sort of.
• Confession 7: I plan what I’m gonna put on burned CD’s before I give them to people months in advance. I hear a few songs and then I think, “Hey, ___(name of one of my friends here) would love this!” Bing-bang-boom, playlist created, CD burn-ed. Yeah, I’m efficient.
• Confession 8: Justin Timberlake is obnoxious. Why do girls like him still? Yugh. (yugh=yuck+ugh, a word I just made up, and yes, I do that often)
• Confession 9: I went to the taco bus not once, but dos veces last week. In a row.
• Confession 10: I listen to the “Sigh No More” album about five times a week. Problem? I think so.
• Confession 11: I am excited for Harry Potter 7.2! {and can I just say that adding the “point two” makes it sound like an updated software…except it’s Harry Potter…so maybe it’s Harry Potter—the updated version! AKA the last version, AKA the version when **** DIES! Sorry for all of you who haven’t read it yet and don’t know what I’m talking about. You’re sort of behind the times…just sayin’.}
• Confession 12: There have been multiple times this semester when I’ve dreamed about dropping out and moving to the woods. It’s a scary thought, huh? Me, in the woods, with my bike, and my Chacos…this is starting to sound like a really bad version of “Into the Wild.” But then again, there wasn’t really a good version of that anyway.
• Confession 13: I’m indecisive about my hair. This is an annoying idiosyncrasy of mine which others have noticed (*cough*Chelsea*cough). It may look awesome to you but to me it’s like Mufasa’s mane! I don’t want to be one of those people who hates their hair and everyone else loves it. So I’m trying to change my ways.
• Confession 14: I don’t like computers. Let’s just leave it at that.
• Confession 15: I introduced my younger siblings to Bob Dylan and The Beatles. And they like it. Oops. Wait…I mean…I’M AWESOME!
• Confession 16: I want this confession session to be over before you all realize how much you really don’t want to know all of this information about me. Am I too late? Anyone?? (crickets…)

Ok. Bye…

p.s. "confession" is a weird word.

what if

reminds me of this song

i know someone who looks like that. mm-hmm.

what i desire for breakfast

utah. soon, in the flesh.

daydreaming.

what if...I started packing a few days ago to clean up the clutter in my room. and what if i started packing because i'm kind of excited to go home?

what if...I saw that "unknown" movie (liam neeson kicking trash again) last night and it wasn't near as amazing as the first subway sandwich i've had in 3 months?

what if...I miss my parents more than I can even say. That was cheesy, but I don't care about being cheesy anymore like I did when I was 18.

what if...I see pictures of myself when I was 18 and I wish I still looked like that. And what if I have to start working out extra hard again to deal with the aftermath of Mexico? Do you know what I mean by aftermath? Heheh.

what if...I am counting down the days 'til I go home but I also don't know exactly when that will be right now.

what if...I can't decide whether to keep my hair long or chop it off again.

what if...I read my friend Jessica's mission blog and think about going on a mission. Again.

what if...I wish that Chelsea was going to be back in Rexburg when I return.

what if...I'm secretly scared to speak Spanish with native speakers and that's probably why my Spanish-speaking skills aren't as good as they could be.

what if...I'm tired of having cereal every day for breakfast (to everyone who knows me this is huge).

what if...I can't go to bed with dirty feet, without brushing my teeth, or without my iPod in my ears (that last one is just a Mexico thing because I have a night-owl roommate).

what if...I am so excited for General Conference and I wish it was more than twice a year. And what if I miss watching it with my family.

what if...I am stoked to live in Rexburg again with my bro, my friend Amy who is moving closer to me, and my new hammock. Ahh, new hammock.

what if....I like receiving letters and getting one yesterday was the best surprise of the month.

what if...I miss waking up to the sound of my mom on the telephone. It's such an interesting thing to wake up to, but I miss it.

what if...I miss talking on the telephone.

what if...going to the mall here in tehuacan made me feel like I was in Orem, and then, upon stepping outside of it, I said out loud to myself, "Oh, back in Mexico."

what if....I prefer blog-stalking over facebook-stalking. And what if I want to delete my facebook account? I think the world will keep on spinning if I do.

what if...I leave half of my clothes here in Mexico because 1, I don't have luggage space for them, 2, they are falling apart anyway, and 3, I have a goal to revamp my wardrobe style and I'm going to accomplish it. No more graphic t-shirts, boring flats, and lifeless skirts. I have a style, I just need to wear it.

what if...I can't wait to cook for myself again. Or have my mom cook for me, be it for a week or 3 days. sigh.

what if...I sometimes wish I was a millionaire so I didn't worry as much as I do. Then again, I would probably find something else to worry about if I was one. I take it back.

what if...I think about going back to my childhood all the time.

Do not be too timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better. What if they are a little course, and you may get your coat soiled or torn? What if you do fail, and get fairly rolled in the dirt once or twice? Up again, you shall never be so afraid of a tumble.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

i've never missed my bathroom more than i do now

see #8 below

I have a really sweet blog post in the works for you guys. I've been working on it for a week now. Yeah, that's ded-i-kay-shun.

But since it's not quite finished yet, and I can see all of you lurkers lurking on this blog every day (really, I can), I know that you are anxiously awaiting a post. So here you go.

(this idea was inspired by the lovely tessa)

a few guilty pleasures in mcfrenzy's life

1. sometimes i go to people.com to read about celebrities and thank my lucky headbands that i am not one of them.

2. i didn't used to like taylor swift, cuz everyone else liked her. that's kind of a lame reason to not listen to a good artist. yeah, i just called her a good artist. does that mean you'll stop lurking on my blog? prooobably not.

3. eating cereal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. my parents are probably rolling their eyes/laughing right now. they have a pretty large stash of cereal in their basement....next to my room. connect the dots.

4. i write letters to my kids. and no, you crazies, i don't have any kids yet. but when i do, and when they are old enough to read instead of drool, they can read 'em. and probably laugh. and probably say, "whoa, our mom is nuts!" yeah. it's ok. at least i admit it to them early on.

5. did you know that this is the new superman?! boom-baby. oh..uh...and my guilty pleasure is looking at this picture. the end.

6. i watch "the emperor's new groove" a lot and i quote from it. a lot. i'm also 21.

7. online-shopping. i have...uh...quite a bit of things saved in my shopping carts at amazon, target, downeast, forever 21. Who knows if I'll ever actually buy any of it.

8. reading, especially old, used books. i can spend an entire day reading a book and not feel that guilty about it. so i guess this isn't a guilty pleasure. just a pleasure.

9. driving my car around AF or Rexburg, blasting my music with the windows down, with absolutely no destination in mind. sometimes (when i still had my car) i would take the long way home on purpose just so i could keep listening to my music and feel that free feeling. ya know?

10. having spontaneous D.P.'s while doing chores, especially the dishes.

11. talking in abreev with Chelsea Ann. it's kinda funny when people get mad at us for talking in abreev. it bugs me that i do it, and yet i like it. what up with that?

12. watching SNL clips. tee hee...

13. i will have to second what TP said and profess my love for swings. i love swinging. and playing at parks in general. again, i am 21 years old. but most people think i'm 15.

14. the tv show Bones. i could go on about it, but that's all i wanna say. it's the only show i consistently watch.

15. writing notes to people. i do this a lot cuz writing is how i express myself. if you've ever received a note from me, consider yourself "in da club." whatever that means.

16. reading scriptures early in the morning. no need to feel guilty about this one.

17. having spanish classes with all RM's. I just love listening to them talk to each other! They're so hilarious and random.

18. eating baked goods. my mom is an excellent chef, but her homemade rolls/cake/cookies are the best. there's no contest, at least in my eyes.

19. layin' in bed with my chinese homefries. they crack me up. especially when were half-asleep and such. that's when the real personalities come out.

20. having sleepovers. i don't mean with 15 girls, watching movies all night and eating junk food. ok, maybe the junk food part. i just mean me and one or two girls, sleeping in a tent, or sleeping on the back porch of a lodge in the wilderness, or just sharing a bed with them, and talking. it's fun, ya know.

21. ice cream. especially from g's dairy delights. Chels and I had to set a goal last semester to only go there once a month. that's how crazy we are about it.

22. guys, reading food blogs is so addicting. geez. if you've ever been to my food blog, you know that my bloglist takes up most of the page. ridiculous. the best ones are pioneer woman, smitten kitchen, kerf, picky palate, joy the baker.....it goes on and on and on.

23. watching old movies, especially the musicals (singing in the rain, seven brides for seven brothers, meet me in st. louis, all so good).

23. i secretly really like comments, which is why i'm always virtually elbowing you lurkers. FYI, that right there was me, elbowing you. ya catch my drift?

all images courtesy of weheartit.com

i just ate half a bag of carrots all by myself

Confession 1: I have red rock dust on my new chacos, which would normally bug me because I hate getting new shoes dirty, but these are chacos, they are meant to have cool things smeared on them, and my friends, red rock dust is a cool thing. Especially when it comes from Snow Canyon. This is Snow Canyon:

Confession 2: I get pleasure from giving people my parking spot.

Confession 3: It takes me at least 20 minutes to fall asleep because my brain thinks it is an Olympic sprinter and will. not. stop.

Confession 4: I think "Charlie St. Cloud" is kind of a weird movie, with a good soundtrack...but Zac Efron is the only reason I watch it. Just sayin'.

Confession 5: If you lived in Eugene, Oregon five years ago and your house got toilet papered every weekend, I'm sorry.

Confession 6: I wear sandals when there's snow on the ground.

Confession 7: I think soap operas and late-night infomercials are immensely entertaining. People at the fitness center think it's strange when I bust up laughing for no reason. Aren't they watching the TV's?

Confession 8: When it comes to produce, I go all out. Once I hate half of a pineapple in 10 minutes. And like the title of this blog reveals, I can polish off a bag of carrots in no time flat. It's kind of gross.

Confession 9: Even though I pretty much dislike all country music, I listen to Taylor Swift. And I like it.

Confession 10: I'm a hygiene freak. If you are a cute potential guy-friend, but you decide not to brush your teeth or comb your hair, sorry dude. Hasta lasagna.

Fact: 2011 is going to be really good. I'm not sure why I'm having this feeling, but I know it will be epic. Plus, I will have a hammock. I might have mentioned that a few times.