avant garden

wow. i think i should just take pictures of my hair every morning.

it never ceases to amaze me.

this elegant updo was a result of me falling asleep on the lovesac with my hair still in a ponytail. gotta love it.

in other news,

andy goldsworthy=my favorite person in the world.

his art is all made with nature. for example, he uses water or thorns to hold leaves together.

he also does sweet things with mud.

and he likes to play with sticks and ice.

he also lies down during rain or snow to create "rain shadows."

hats off to you, andy.

sleeping in

i love sleeping in.

this is me right now.

glamorous, no?

i have quite the sex hair.

run away home

yesterday i experienced something strange.

i said goodbye to my roommate that i have lived with for the past two years of college.

WEIRD.

we aren't living together next year. college will be a strange experience without her.

things i learned from lauren:

• excellent game strategies, namely ticket to ride.
• transformations are the best. especially when they involve a beast turning into a prince.
• poppyseed chicken is the best thing in the entire world.
• coloring is not only for first-graders.
• i have long, graceful limbs.
• procrastinating never gets you anywhere.
• watching people make out through a peephole is both hilarious and educational.
• brunettes have way more fun.

quality lauren quotes:

"harlot. some words are just pleasant..."

"i don't want sperm swimming inside of me!"

"mneh," "rreh," and other delightful sounds

"how delightful."

"i find myself strangely drawn to him."

"that is acceptable."

glass danse

today, i woke up in a condo in sunny st. george.

that was nice.

what was not nice, however, was the noise that woke me up.

a groundskeeper was using a hedge trimmer to manicure the grass in the back of our complex. i was annoyed that he felt it necessary to use such a noisy power tool at eight in the morning.

CRACK

all of a sudden, there was a loud sound.

"andrew," said my brother gavin who was sleeping near me, "what did you do?"

andrew, our youngest brother had been dancing around the condo for about a half an hour. it's a strange phenomenon that younger kids refuse to sleep while on vacation. "i didn't do it," andrew insisted.

i decided to sit up and put on my glasses. i heard a trickling, cracking sound like rain.

there in the sliding glass door, was an enormous crack.

apparently mr. hedge trimmer had felt it necessary to pick up a rock and pitch it at the window.

even now as i am typing this, i can still hear the window cracking. i bet it shatters within an hour.