little letters. from my brain to yours.

dear taylorsville city,
isn't it about time you step it up?  west valley caught up to your greatness and is passing you.  really though, how many people are in the market for a soft marilyn monroe blanket?  i doubt it is enough to open an entire store, formerly known as blockbuster {may it rest in peace}, dedicated to them.  but maybe the jokes on me.

dear anti-uvu shuttlers,
ride at night.  with wendy.  she'll set you straight.  and drop you off practically anywhere.  and we'll have a mutual love.

dear uvu,
isn't it a little cliche of you to only hire english professors that are either:  a) use air quotes whenever they speak the word "truth" b) homosexual {not that there's anything wrong with that} c) believe that reading textbooks on a brand new kindle fire that was given to someone {me} for christmas that not only makes that person {me} look smarter but also hip is evil and killing the "aesthetic pleasures of turning a page."  because i doubt they say that in china...you know...the educational leaders of the world.  {not that there's anything worng with that...but there kind of is...for me...a kindle fire owner as of december 25th}.

dear carter mees {natalie's new husband...not as opposed to her old husband...her new and only husband for time and all eternity},
be careful.  the girl's got tricks.  also, you are the luckiest man in the world.

dear annonymous author of go as alice,
who are you?  really?

dear readers,
i will be better at blogging this semester.  i feel it.

all is full of love.

because it is valentine's day

and because i don't have a lover to tell you about how much we love each other

and because i think it is silly how cliche i am capable of being

and because you want to know about things i love

i wrote this list of

my little loves...

my diana.

my record player.

my flip.  and all the videos i have sneakily captured.

all other birthday presents that eased my pain that was caused by turning twenty.

march 2nd.

getting in my car and not needing air conditioning or heat.
hire's big h and other slc gems.
youtube.

my baby gabie cousin who wears at least 20 silly bands.

baklava and gelato by my gourmand of a papa.
thick rimmed glasses.
blair waldorf.
chuck bass.
clair waldorf and chuck bass.
^^the fact that i typed "clair" instead of "blair" and left it because it is funny that i forgot my fav girl's name.

salt lake city.

new york city.

st. george...city.
rockstar diaries and their rockstar baby with my fav name.
actually, i love all blogs.  even boring ones.  kinda.

fully charged electronic devices.

polynesians.
my typewriter, vinny.
my red boots.

sufjan stevens and death cab.

pandora.
movies and the oscars.
driving with the windows down.

anthropologie purchases.

anthropology majors...i am so nice to my friends.

red headed girl with a scottish accent and a need for class.

skinny indie fellow who draws cool tattoos and thinks about pizza all day.

latina lovers who make you feel like you're the only girl in the world soap opera-y.
roommates that know you so well that they give you a bracelet made out of pics of you and your sister.

this quote in my quote book..."she went home to make crafts all day to find herself."

^^this picture and everything that is in it^^

texas sheet cake {and everything else for that matter} made only by my mama.
the reliability of blogspot's automatic draft save so when your computer dies, your blog ideas don't.

uvu.
this.

you.

p.s.

be my valentine?

please.

prague hogs and dance floors.

{exclusive picture from m&d.  this is the only thing that i am NOT missing out on.  yuck.}

dear insomnia,
please stop cursing me with your evil little ways.  remember that i have to work at 7:30 am in a silent testing center where sleeping is more punishable than murder. 

dear club muscles,
you are very welcome for all the attention you got this weekend.  do me a favor in return, please stop making me limp due to the lack of usage up until recently.  it's rather embarrassing when i can't move because i was burning up the dance floor. 

dear kanye,
great suit last night.  loved it.  love you.  crazy finale, but these are the reasons that i love you.

dear mom and dad,
please stop forgetting me at home when you go to europe.  my jealousy of you two is consuming my life. 

dear sister wightman,
your farewell was a year ago today.  you were so good then and unbelievably better now.  how do you do it?  i miss you so much. 

dear gossip girl,
see you tonight!  and, also, i learned how to say your name in spanish.  that is true love right there.

dear new best friends,
please have your homework done and have returned from the gym so we can love life some more when i get home.

a lack of color.

dear lovelies,

forgive me.  all of my creativeness is going towards:
*how to not be so bothered by the lack of under garments of my biology professor.
*how to not make my new apartment not look like a jail cell.
*what to wear to school so i can meet the coolest of cool.
*how to enjoy this book that i am reading for children's lit.
*what to do to celebrate my sweet little blog's little birthday coming up.
once my life is less of a creative vacuum, i will blow you all away again.  okay?  i love you.  okay.  i gotta go to school now.  byebye.

xoxo
paige.

namaste.

dear elder harton,
because of list item #4 i went to yoga class.  loved it.  a little addicted to it now.  so expect a lot of this...

when you are home. 

 oh and start stretching now

because you are

coming with me to yoga class

after you conquer sweden.

see you soon.

love,

paige.

p.s.  dear yoga student teacher,

you looked just as good in your
sunday clothes at church

as you do in your yoga outfit.

maybe we should marry.

love,

paige

little letters.

dear libby,
have you lost your iPod touch again yet?

dear future husband,
will you please go to the antique jewelry shop downtown and buy that really great ring to give to me someday?  i know it's a little soon, since we haven't met, but i don't want my dad to buy it for my mom first.

dear new haircut,
even though you look like a cross between the liz lemmon and bella in her sundance movie, i still will try to like you.

dear self,
embrace the change.

dear celebrities,
please stay at sundance at least until wednesday so me and natalie can spot you.

dear natalie,
please blog.  you are really good at it.

dear dad,
please let me win the wii hula hoop challenge next time, because i think that it's more acceptable for me, a member of the reining national championship drill team, to beat my old man at such a contest.

dear mom,
i love you a lot.

dear sister wightman,
i love you a lot, too.  and i miss you like crazy right now.

dear blog friends,
you rock. don't ever change.

dear phrase "bu-bye",

you are strange.  but i use you frequently.

dear glee,

i've heard that absence makes the heart grow fonder.  but i've also heard that absence makes the heart grow fungus, so please come back soon to avoid the latter.

dear conan,

i miss you already.

dear chirons,

good luck at state.  try to place higher than last year...no matter how hard that will be.  12th out of 15 is a big deal okay...

okay.

bu-bye now.

when the dog bites, when the bee stings, when i'm feeling sad.

i have this

philosophy:

when you're sad

remember what makes you happy.

i like...

photobooths & natalie riddle.

crunchy ice & the pizza factory.

but only that one in st. george.

 this picture i got for christmas

& these two in this picture.

my sister missionary

& her all things japan lifestyle.

these are a few of my favorite things.

along with julie andrews and the sound of music, clearly.

little love notes

 

dear rain,

natalie and i adore you.

dear natalie,

you are my best friend.

dear rockstar diaries,

thanks for this great idea.  sorry i am a copy cat.

dear danielle,

good luck living in your jail cell of a dorm room.  and i love you.

dear westminister college,

you are really old school and i like you.

dear stepfather the movie,

thank you for casting dan humphrey.  and thank you for having him shirtless for the majority of the time.  but why was your ending so awful?

dear sister wightman,

d.c. is lucky to have you.  i miss you lots.

dear dee's restaurant,

you are part of the reason why i love home.  unfortunately.

dear mckay jacobson,

get well soon and be in the tcu game next week please.

dear uvu,

i am starting to love you.

xoxo!

paige