slowmow.

maybe a halloween costume. maybe an obsession.

city talk, nelly listen.

Sometimes i forget about my distaste for animals because my room contains more than fifteen nonhumans, all of whom i love.

i cannot wait to attempt to wake up in the morning without an alarm clock. at seven a.m. mmmmunlikely.

only logical.

Σx (TB • RL)

There exists an x such that x is named tyler barton and x ruins lives. dont run into x.

pineapple.

i resent this post. i am only posting because apparently one can only have two computers using the same netflix account at one time. my sister in florida, where it is two hours later than salt lake, refuses to get off netflix, go to sleep and allow me to waste away my last week of vacation with law and order. however. i do not resent prada. well this spring season is literally only good for their shoes, so enjoy those thoroughly.

hello. THESE shoes.

yes. they are holding rabbit tails. some might say "innovative." Some might say "sale section at the nike outlet in Park City." but, damn, the shoes.

funnin yuh.

Something interesting is. I used to want to be a wallpaper designer. I would draw samples on paper ALL THE TIME. And NO I didn’t want to be an artist. I wanted my drawings to become wallpaper. Pah. Despite my parents extreme encouragement (not just in this; theyre not crazy), it seems i have forsaken this dream. eh. Other people are good at it.

look. i dont care if this one isnt a wall.

rock is dirty.

I have a thing where I am mediocre (at best) at everything I enjoy (not melodramatic). I like musical things, art things, paint things, photography things, craft things, waking up early things, being productive things, exercising things, eating things, sitting things, etc. And as previously mentioned, I am less than talented at most of these things. I don’t know if it is better or worse that I constantly look at the products of people who are talented in these areas.

Also I don’t care if it is better or worse. Sure I am more often reminded of my sad state but at least get to take part in them AT ALL. Whatevs. Dumb thinking. Anyway, I am relishing in the good and bad of this syndrome especially this month, this fashion month. Too many things I love. Freaking about too many things. Gnar things.

One of the things:

Stevan Alan Fall 2011

I dont know why i like this even though it looks like something American Eagle could make. Sorry. I guess American Eagle is just whats cool these days. But really, I like it.

huh.

Seriously, don't die. or do. don't care. happy balemtimes.

bracing.

Today is february 16. Two days ago i was at work and asked, "what's the date today?" also two days ago, kortney and i attempted to spend our valentimes night at deseret industries. They closed early. We found ourselves at the downtown DI in our pajamas. Then decided since we were already down there we should continue our night in our sleep attire.

We shopped in uggs, flare sweatpants, flip flops and ponytails. We considered going to a very nice resaurant in said get up but resorted to a french pastry shop. When we arrived, they had closed the kitchen and stopped serving actual food. We asked our waitress if she would bring some for us anyway.

She was perfect, so she did so. She also didnt charge us for our dinners. Turns out waitress-comradarie is strong, and i am glad to be a part of it. I would be more glad if i was not a waitress and just told people i was. Or maybe she thought we were hobos because we kept saying (in our pajamas), "were just reaaaallly hungry. Is there ANyway we can get some food?" pathetic. and good. i like pink flowers.

hum.

you are saying too many things

everyone is saying too many things

bartering.

The time of the cape.

Moschino Prefall 2011.

i dont want to speak to anyone that smells like mozzerella sticks.

cutting down a million music to fit into a four gigabite ipod is getting old.

i only want to eat grapefruit.
oh. except i miss cookies.
and blue stuff.
kara reminded me of blue stuff.
i am the only one that knows about the things.
the things are high.

i miss the two towers.
grey swan.
my mother is coming to visit murray tomorrow.
she will purchase mangoes for me.
no where on the earth has special yogurt.

i hope taylor and trevor go to hell for not being in murray.

if your steak is not cooked medium rare, get over it, blood-loving freak.

abigail is not a name that i like.
just kidding. it is.

"hipsters are more adept at making fun of hipsters than other people."

all-too-tru.