Monday, November 24, 2008

It's because no words can explain this level awesomeness.

It's because you can call me Meg White if you want to.

Dear Patrick,

This weekend our mothers went away. Between Darci and me, I think we might have easily eaten a good 85 one-point pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. We had them for a solid four meals plus dessert and snacks. We also had one large meal of pie.

Dear Candace and McKell,
We shouldn't be left on our own. We're only children.
Love, Adrienne

Come see my show already.

Love and some verses,

Sunday, November 16, 2008

It's because I'm good at being uncomfortable so I can't stop staying exactly the same.

Dear Patrick,
Everyone is already getting excited for Christmas. It's all anyone can talk about. I think I'll talk about it too because I like to follow the crowd. I hate Christmas music. Hate. It. I can handle it in the grocery store and it's expected at family parties and whatever but I refuse to listen to it on my own. On November 1st, I was driving my mother's car and because of her lack of a cd collection, I was listening to the radio. Curse you, kosy 106.5. November 1st? Really? Why do you feel the need to start so early? It's just the same songs over and over... why not start December 1st? And the real question is, does anyone even like that Christmas Shoes song? Anyone? Anyone?

I went to dinner with some of my family in Ogden on Friday. My Ogden family is some of my most favorite of all of my family. I think this picture goes without explanation:My morbid humor must come from the Price side. I think they could amuse me for days. I love love love them. Somewhere in between playing head hockey across the table and getting paid to swear, I decided that I need to see them much more often than I do.

One more item of business, our undergrad art show went up yesterday. I'm pretty excited about it because a lot of good stuff was entered this year. I put in a couple things and if you want to see it, you are very welcome to come up and visit me. I promise I wont be mean.

That's all today. I'm trying really hard to make my boring go away but it just won't go. Maybe next time.

Love always,

Saturday, November 8, 2008

It's because I have a short friend checking my blog ten times a day to see if I'm ok. I am.

Dear Patrick,
It has been much too long. So long that I think I've probably lost my insanity. I think I've turned into a regular person with regular posts. I thought I was ready to take my title back from Shelby but I'm afraid that this post is going to be so boring that she's going to have to hold on to it forever. Sorry.

So, let's talk about voting. That should be boring enough. I voted this week for the first time. Sorry Och. I've always celebrated election day like any other holiday but I wasn't registered in Logan til now. It was very exciting. And after having my own presidential debate in my head, I really feel like I made the right decision. Maybe not the decision that anyone expected out of me... but it was the right decision. And I got to wear my t shirt that has been months in the making:
(I didn't get to add this great picture earlier because I was dealing with a PC. Boo PCs.)

Moving on, I have the best friends in the world. It is amazing how well they take care of me. There are a few people who keep tabs on me every single day. There are a few people who have paid attention to my crazy ramblings over the last year enough to fill a newsprint lined laundry basket with fish shaped foods and my favorite toaster strudels. (I only eat things that are fish shaped. And toaster strudels.) There are a few people who quietly do things under the radar without the tiniest bit of selfishness. There is one person who I will be forever grateful to for driving much too fast and saving my life. They talk about it when I want to talk about it but don't when I don't. I'm only hugged on rare occasions and they ignore the fact that my eyes are red and treat me like they aren't. That last line sounds a little cold but if you know me at all, you know that's how I prefer it. AND, in the week I was gone, two people put together the nicest present I have EVER received in my life. I wish all of you could see it. They made a book full of art from tons of people all over the art department. I am still in awe over it. I can't believe how many people care about me enough to give up their beautiful art that they could easily sell for big bucks. I am so lucky. I am SO lucky.

I planned on saying a lot of other things in this post but since I turned boring, I forgot it all.