best friend

miss katie johnson. oh where to begin?

we met in 8th grade math class. i was sitting next to a cute boy and she sat behind him. we both liked him. at first i would get annoyed when she kept interrupting our conversations. then she was in the play in 9th grade "Li'l Abner". She was the same part as my other best friend Carly - the incredible Moonbeam McSwine. They had to share the most ridiculous green dress.

She and Carly became best friends and Carly wanted Katie and I to become friends too, so we could all hang out. From there its history. I can't really remember how or when we became best friends, we just did. She has always been a permanent part of all my favorite Jr High, High School memories. Now we are going on College ones :)

she gives the best advice

she feels the EXACT same way about life that I do

i don't ever need to explain anything, she can read me like a book

we are foodies together. i am talking about sick amounts of food. 3 pound costco bags of sour patch kids, chinese food, cafe rio, Scandinavian days. we are champion eaters that rival Lorelei Gilmore* from our Gilmore Night. She was Lorelei and I was Rory. We made Sean be Luke and we set up a Luke's Diner. and yes we made Sean cook for us

we are the only ones that can talk sense into the other or calm each other down. katie reminds me to breath and mediate.
wingapo-namaste-shalom!

she is totally honest in a loving way

shares her boyfriends and let them be my best friend. i got all the benefits of having a bf without actually having to be in the relationship. i am talking about them taking both katie and i out to dinner, driving us places and always hanging out with his family

she is THE HARDEST WORKER

she makes doing nothing a total blast

we are both blue personalities!

up for crazy adventures

loves USU and logan. and i pretend to love it because she does

i love doing projects with her. like making a thousand puff balls for her sister's wedding or babysitting jane and gabe.

knows that we can grow individually without holding the other back. so supportive

makes me do scary things and feel great about being me

an amazing sister to her siblings

she is going to accomplish something great with her life

i love her so much. she is my rock. i can't thank her enough for all the laughs, memories, adventures, advice, hugs, inside jokes (smooth elbows!) and for her just being her!

xoxoxox
i heart you kaite bugs!

my day

Friday:

9:00 wake up

9:30 to 10:00 gym

11:00 to 12:00 go see my language structure ta

12:30 to 1:15 drive to hollahood while listening to my new fav album "Would it kill you" by Hellogoodbye

2:30 to 3:00 watch arthur in my living room

3:00 to 4:00 run errands with mom (drop off yw stuff, go to the market, see mom's friend etc.)

4:00 to 5:00 shopping (urban blues)

5:00 to 6:15 dinner at big apple pizza

6:20 go to the dollar theaters to see Toy Story 3 which i haven't seen yet BUT it was showing 3D. gross. mom and i hate 3D = pass!

6:30 - 7:30 shop at nordstroms rack, found some sweet new head bands. just adding to the massive collection i already have.

7:45 red box Toy Story 3 (cheaper and now i can watch in my pjs)

8:00 watch Toy Story 3 in said pjs while making mom yw posters for new beginnings and drinking french vanilla peppermint hot chocolate

10:00 watch shelly duval fairy tale theaters while finishing my jerusalem scrapbook (fav movies from my childhood. tonight was the dancing princesses)

11:30 to 12:00 watch fashion police in between the commercials of say yes to the dress

shaped up to be just what i needed.

your definition of love

i don't know what love is.

but i know what it looks like.

love looks like those who gives their all to God and another, without knowing what all is.

*based on a quote by President Eyring

these are my grandparents.
they are the perfect embodiment of a divine, eternal love.
they are my example and what i want to be.
a celestial love is possible.
they are proof of it.

what i ate today:

• bowl of cheerios
• 4 spoon fulls of cake batter
• 2 cupcakes
• chicken calzone
• chocolate ice cream

i feel great about that

ma mere

day 3: Mother

my mom is the absolute best. i don't even know exactly where to begin. there is so much i could say. she is my best friend. i was lucky enough to get her all to myself during my last 2 years of high school. these are the perks of being the youngest.

i love doing projects with her and running errands. i am her project buddy. i love our stupid inside jokes:

"abbey road mom. abbey road."

"would you like something to drink? perhaps some ham?"

"mom- isn't he dead?" (think james taylor)

she the most cultured, bright, hard working, creative and dedicated person i have ever met. i am always so proud when people ask me if she is my mom. everyone thinks she is wonderful and just out of this world amazing. she is a super hero! she does so much for others.

i love her sense of service. all her patients love her so much. she is so talented in a variety of areas. i am so grateful for when she helps me edit my papers and when she lets me fall asleep in her lap in sacrament.

everything i know and everything i love is because she taught me. she is the best example and a devoted disciple of the Lord. i owe everything to her. i love her more than i could ever express. i love you mom!

first love

{second topic for the 30 posts in 30 days}
Cinderella's prince.
first name: possibly Charming? no one really knows
the love began at age 3
still my favorite to this day

quirk

i have a habit of always wanting to dance down the aisles of any grocery store.

i think it started when mom would pick me up from ballet class when i was little and sometimes we would run errands after.

i would still be in tights, skirt and leotard. my favorite would be when we would go to the grocery store.
not only did i get a chocolate bar doughnut with sprinkles but as mom shopped i just followed along.
the floors were like the ones in the ballet studio and so i just would mindless start to practice whatever i learned in class that day.

my favorite is to practice toe drops, fouettes, pirouettes, and waltz turns.

and after years and years, i still do it without noticing sometimes. something about the grocery store inspires me to do ballet haha. people usually give me weird looks.

which makes sense. i am not a 4 year old in a cute pink ballet outfit dancing after her mom. now i am just a boring old college student shopping with room mates. haha.

maybe one day when i find a husband just as goofy as i am we can do this:
and then it will be cute again for me to dance in the grocery store.

band wagoner.

disclaimer: i am going to be a band wagoner.
abby and caitlin are doing that 30 posts in 30 days.
abby said i should do it. and seeing this blog is new, why not?
BUT i am only going to do the ones i feel like and when i like.
so basically i am just stealing the topics.

here is the first: intro yourself with word and pictures.
i prefer lists.

AMY:

• pink
• art history major in a world where that is actually useful. communication disorders in this one.
  
• baking
• water color or acrylic paints
• sketching on sight
  
• travel
  
• grace kelly
• gilmore girls
• roman holiday
  
• best and favorite place to study/read: in the bathroom, sitting on the counter with my feet in boiling lava hot water in the sink. my mom has this same exact quirk that she picked up in college and i think she is the one who showed it to me. and i secretly love that we share this along with a freckle on our right ear.
• loud laugher and talker
• love to dance. especially ballet.
• favorite ballet: coppelia; giselle; taming of the shrew
• mural painter
• camel, donkey, atv, motorcycle, (soon to be elephant) rider
• next trip on wish list: the Baltics
• favorite dictator: napoleon. i would be him in a second.
  
• fashion
• high heels
• painted nails
• skirts
• curled hair
• kayaking
• terrible at team sports or water sports. stage fright.
  
• baby at amusement parks
  
• young victoria
  
• the importance of being earnest
• violinist and next up - guitar
  
• oldies and indie pop music
• middle name should be elizabeth.
  
• sassy and bubbly
• READING
• vocab
  
• 1940/50s
  
• girly girl but with a unique blend of unexpected surprises.
  

happy weekend.

have a wonderful, long, relaxing holiday weekend.

mentally this is what i am going for~

me @ the sea of galilee

cut it out

i have been back to the provo campus now for one week. and all week i have been tormented by boys looking like missionaries i know.
every where i go i swear i run into older boys that look SO SIMILAR to the those i know who are on missions. so far i thought i have seen: john, spencer, james, ben, lee, reed and phil. i legitimately think its them. i suppose i am just using my old mental files on people i used to see on campus from last winter semester when i was at this campus last.

just each time i just get faked out.
it is so emotionally exhausting because when i first see them i immediately think "hooray! i haven't seen ______ (insert friend on mission's name) in forever! oh i am so excited!"

i start to bubble up some energy for a warm salutation but then it gets crushed because then i think "oh wait, why are they at school? they should be in _____ (insert any country or state you would like). did something happen? oh no... this could be awkward. why are they home?"

by this time i have come closer to the boy in question just to realize that this is in fact NOT my friend. i don't know why i am surprised every time it happens. i am slightly happy that my friends are still on missions but disappointed that for a second i thought it was them.

its very conflicting and draining. i can't keep this up. going from excitement to concern to disappointment is hard to go through all in 30 seconds. i guess i just need to accept that the amount of the male population on campus i am friends with is significantly cut down for another year.

but all you boys on campus who look like my friends just cut it out.

i hear plastic surgery is on sale in Argentina this year. just something to consider...

ouch- two in a row.

i had one of my best liberty square encounters this weekend.
just classic byu.
this poor boy had a really embarrassing encounter my life, tried to recover but just ended up making it worse.
haha.

i am walking across the parking lot and in the building in front of me a boy (age: 21 -24) comes out. we start walking across an ice patch and bless his heart-
he completely slips and falls flat on his butt.

i pretend not to have noticed, save him the embarrassment ya know?
but he laughs and says "oh that was graceful."
i say "don't worry about it. it will be me in a second."
then to try and cover up his starts to make chit chat. he says "oh ya- you look familiar. are you in my niece's ward?"

first off- how does that even work? you look 24 and how would i be in your niece's ward? i can't come up with a family situation where that works.
i say "nooo... i just moved in." he doesn't say a word but immediately bows his head and runs away.
ouch- two bad moves in a row. haha the sweet thing. i loved it.

string of pearls

here are some pearls of wisdom or nonsense that i have randomly collected from a smorgasbord of sources. and i have included some of my fav pictures that make me happy. enjoy and happy middle of the week!

"she is an owl. sickened by my sunshine!"
"well, i'm dashed!"
"you squashed cabbage leaf!"
- Henry Higgins

"is this heaven? no its provo"
- mother

"you don't have to have the crown to be the queen."
- Anthony from project runway

"to live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else"
-Emily Dickinson

"he dipped his brush into his heart"
- said about Carl Bloch

"i'll think about that tomorrow"
- Scarlet O'Hara

"courage isn't always grandiose. sometimes it is a little voice at the end of the day that says I will try again tomorrow."

"in order to be irreplaceable one must always be different."
-Coco Chanel

"imperfection is beauty. madness is genius. and its better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring."

- Marilyn Monroe

"10 seconds ago you said you couldn't help me." "its been a very revealing 10 seconds Harold."

"agreed. lets start with the ridiculous and work backwards."

"this may sound like gibberish to you, but i think i'm in a tragedy."

"Harold, you could just eat nothing but pancakes if you wanted."
"What is wrong with you? Hey, I don't want to eat nothing but pancakes, I want to live! I mean, who in their right mind in a choice between pancakes and living chooses pancakes?"
"Harold, if you pause to think, you'd realize that that answer is inextricably contingent upon the type of life being led... and, of course, the quality of the pancakes. "
-Stranger than Fiction