Hey you guys! I'm getting married August 21st! Save the date.
30 April 2009
a shiny rock and band of metal
I posted these on the facebook this morning so I'm assuming that to most of (the hundreds of people who call themselves) my (loyal and adoring) readers, these are not new. If you are not on the facebook and therefore haven't seen these pictures, I am surprised, but more power to you.
Hey you guys! I'm getting married August 21st! Save the date.


Hey you guys! I'm getting married August 21st! Save the date.
25 April 2009
one of those days
Right now I'm snuggled under my queen-sized IKEA duvet that's so nice and cozy, especially since it's almost our queen-sized IKEA duvet, and it's gray gray gray and drizzly outside which might discourage some people, but I do love it on days like today when I have no where to go and nothing particular to do.
Of course I should do laundry, and I should put away my clothes, and I should dust and clean my room and the car, which I can't really call my car anymore because it's basically just our car together, and I should be applying for jobs, and finding us a place to live, and thinking very hard about not spending money, but instead I'm snuggled under my/our queen-sized duvet with my toes tucked under myself because, very typically, I'm not wearing socks even though my feet are cold.
I'm all folded into a ball around myself and it's very pleasant, except I'm thinking about how you're doing laundry just a few blocks away in your own apartment and I wish that you were doing laundry here, just downstairs in this apartment. If you were just downstairs, then you could bounce upstairs and dive in next to me with all kinds of silliness and tackling, and we could lounge at least a half an hour away under this duvet on such a gray gray day while we wait for the buzzer on the dryer to go off and you need to change over the next load. I wouldn't have to tuck my toes under myself because I could tuck them into you and you'd let me, even though you'd shiver for a second when you felt how cold they are, but it's not like you'd really be very surprised about that anyway.
The buzzer on the dryer really just went off, and for a second it made me smile because I thought maybe I'd hear your feet going pad pad pad up the stairs, but then my roommate calls up and asks if she can use a dryer sheet. You won't ever have to ask to use a dryer sheet because they'll be yours and mine and our dryer sheets together.
There's a bird chirping outside, even though it's raining. I am happy too.
Of course I should do laundry, and I should put away my clothes, and I should dust and clean my room and the car, which I can't really call my car anymore because it's basically just our car together, and I should be applying for jobs, and finding us a place to live, and thinking very hard about not spending money, but instead I'm snuggled under my/our queen-sized duvet with my toes tucked under myself because, very typically, I'm not wearing socks even though my feet are cold.
I'm all folded into a ball around myself and it's very pleasant, except I'm thinking about how you're doing laundry just a few blocks away in your own apartment and I wish that you were doing laundry here, just downstairs in this apartment. If you were just downstairs, then you could bounce upstairs and dive in next to me with all kinds of silliness and tackling, and we could lounge at least a half an hour away under this duvet on such a gray gray day while we wait for the buzzer on the dryer to go off and you need to change over the next load. I wouldn't have to tuck my toes under myself because I could tuck them into you and you'd let me, even though you'd shiver for a second when you felt how cold they are, but it's not like you'd really be very surprised about that anyway.
The buzzer on the dryer really just went off, and for a second it made me smile because I thought maybe I'd hear your feet going pad pad pad up the stairs, but then my roommate calls up and asks if she can use a dryer sheet. You won't ever have to ask to use a dryer sheet because they'll be yours and mine and our dryer sheets together.
There's a bird chirping outside, even though it's raining. I am happy too.
21 April 2009
home stretch
German final
+ Theater reading log (gag)
+ Theater extra credit paper
+ Dance performance evaluation
+ Music advisement center appointment
+ Convocation
+ Commencement
+ Celebratory dinner
= Get married
Eye on the prize, right guys?
+ Theater reading log (gag)
+ Theater extra credit paper
+ Dance performance evaluation
+ Music advisement center appointment
+ Convocation
+ Commencement
+ Celebratory dinner
= Get married
Eye on the prize, right guys?
10 April 2009
introduction
This is Ames Bell.

Ames likes to act in plays...

...and sing songs in concerts...

...and tie quilts.

He is real cute.

I mean, look at his hot headshot, even though it's kind of old:

This is an even older headshot:

And maybe you're wondering if he used to look like Zack Morris?

Ames came home from his mission in Japan last August.

We met when he was in Aida at Hale Center Theater Orem.

Ames started dating me in Dec/Jan, depending how you look at it.

He came to my New Year's party.

I'm his #1 fan ever of all time.

We're getting married.

Ames likes to act in plays...
...and sing songs in concerts...
...and tie quilts.
He is real cute.
I mean, look at his hot headshot, even though it's kind of old:
This is an even older headshot:
And maybe you're wondering if he used to look like Zack Morris?
Ames came home from his mission in Japan last August.
We met when he was in Aida at Hale Center Theater Orem.
Ames started dating me in Dec/Jan, depending how you look at it.
He came to my New Year's party.
I'm his #1 fan ever of all time.
We're getting married.
27 March 2009
wishful
I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't even be looking at my blog, to say nothing of updating it. Here's the thing:
My Biology 100 course is due next Friday-- as in, one week from today-- if I want to have it processed in time to go on my record for graduation. Which I do.
How long have I been registered for this class? Oh, since April 27, 2008.
It's fine. It is 100% fine.
In other academic news, I've got two papers to write in lieu of final exams. I'm pretty excited to write both of them, though I'm not entirely sure when I'll actually have the time to make them very good. The first is for my English class, and I intend to write 15 solid pages on the folklore which inspired Sir Arthur Canon Doyle's The Hound of the Baskervilles. Believe me, it's going to be epic (though I don't blame you if you're not interested). The other is for my theater class, in which we have to analyze a performance of some kind using the theories we have studied this semester. I'm writing mine about the film Marie Antoinette, arguing that Sofia Coppola uses post-modernist tools to self-examine an inherently New Historical piece New Historically. I'm going to meet with my favorite/former English professor about it, since he wrote the article about New Historicism in my Critical Theory book, to get some more perspective. Again, I understand if this is not your cup of tea, particularly if you don't like the movie to begin with, but it's something I'm fascinated by so you guys can just shuddup about it.
I think that's one thing I'm going to miss about school-- being really jazzed to write about nerdy things like the arguable reality of the induction of Taming of the Shrew, and the use of slang in the book Little Women, and Virginia Woolf's use of commas and parentheses in To the Lighthouse. I think this is why I Would Have Been a good graduate student, had I cared enough to get good grades in classes I didn't really care about. Maybe I still can be a graduate student someday. I'm immediately exhausted by the thought of it right now, though.
The thought of driving with the windows down, and a dozen pairs of sunglasses, and washing my dusty feet at night after wearing sandals all day-- that's what is driving me to finish right now. As of April 22, unless I dare to go back to school someday, I will never turn in another academic assignment. I literally will never think again about monohybrid genetic crossing, even when my future children have to study it in high school. I'm finally starting to get that "I've already finished school-- you're on your own, kid" concept. Makes the whole process seem kind of empty though, doesn't it...?
I need to find a job that allows me to write, and read books, and maybe even write a research paper once in a while.
I need to find a job.
I need to just lie in the sun for a whole day.
I need a pair of brown shorts.
I need my own computer so I can upload all my music to it and then update my iPod.
I need a weekend to go to Disneyland.
I need to paint my room and hang up all my picture frames.
I need to spend my nights doing a show, and enjoy the feeling of smacking into a wall of delicious, palpable heat when I exit the air conditioned theater to make an entrance on the other side of the building.
I need to read the thirteen books I have on the shelf because I don't have time to properly enjoy them.
I need to find new blogs to enjoy of strangers who are funny and interesting and might read my blog in return.
I need to take happy pictures in the sun with a darling, happy boy who makes me happy, especially when we take happy pictures together of us being happy in the sun...
...I need to finish reading this Biology lesson.
24 March 2009
all in a day, you guys
Study biology Lesson 3
Take shower
Study biology Lesson 4
Study biology Lesson 5
Review biology Lessons 1-5
Pick up car with shiny/expensive new tires
Take biology midterm
Dress/prepare for audition
Read chapters 1-6 of Hound of the Baskervilles
Singin in the Rain audition
Write German essay
Read theater assignment
Finish New Historicism rough draft
Study biology Lesson 6
Die inside a little
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