communication.

i think my subconscious is trying to tell me something. i have picked up a napping habit. while i sleep, i have the greatest adventures, mostly terrifying, but still great. all of these things happened to me via dream in the past 24 hours...

• my dad and i went to disneyland. just us. well, my mom was there but said that her ideal vacation was sleeping (i should've known then that it was all a dream).
• dad had to go to the bathroom. he took so long that disneyland closed and i was so excited to sleep in the happiest place on earth.
• my dreams came crashing down when i realized that disney is one step ahead of people like me who has a weird obsession with accidentally getting locked in malls, resorts, and grocery stores overnight. apparently disneyland sends out ravenous monster dogs to hunt down the nightly intruders. we were caught and i was mega-bummed.
• it was summer. but there was a major snowstorm. i worked for my uncle tony, who in dreamland is a crazy, hitler-esque boss figure that allows no time for weakness. 
• i almost died driving to their house in the storm. in fact, there was a time in my dream reality that i accepted the fact that i was going to die and i left my car slip and slide all over, until i shook myself from that and decided to LIVE! (i believe that was inspired by gravity...remember? when she gives up then snaps out of it so she can continue to destroy just about every man made thing in space?)
• when i made it to their house, scary, nazi camp, boss version of uncle tony was leaving for the beach (the beach? yeah.) with his family and i was supposed to stay behind and get all cinderella (the maid kind, not the princess kind) up in their house. 

should i be taking more risks? having more fun? or will my dreams fill that level of life enough? don't know. but i will keep up the naps then let you know.

bored this way. the next paigey gaga sensation.

next time you are really bored, like i easily and frequently am, play this game.

step 1:  pick a song.
hint:  choose a song that a) lyrics are spoken often in everyday life and b) sticks easily.  this seems to always work for me.  as well as this.
step 2:  sing your song.
hint:  sometimes i will just sneakily insert a familiar lyric of my chosen song into my daily conversation.  for example:

you:  wow she is way too pretty to be with that old man.
me:  now i am not saying that she's a gold digger.  but she ain't messing with a broke...
or
you:   did you need help moving your things to your car?
me:  yes.  could you please get that box over there?
you:  where?
me:  to the left, to the left.  everything i own is in that box to the left.

...don't try to tell me you aren't singing a little kanye and/or beyonce right now.  i know you are.

step 3:  laugh and have fun.  trust me you will be unable to help it.

rules:

• don't pick this song.  too easy.  you'd have to be deaf to not get this stuck in your head.

...maybe i do  have a little game after all.  eh,  eh?

utah lake: body of water and wonder.

{are you proud that i figured out how to upload my flip vids?  

i am.  so i posted 2.

just in time for this, my 300th post!  

things are going to get SO good!  just you wait and see.}

one time,

during my birthweek,

me and my minons {aka ben and cassie.  seen below.}

went to utah lake.

we witnessed something that words can't describe

so my flip vids will have to do the talking.

why are we not on the national geographic staff yet? 

auf weidersehen good-bye.

the a.c.t {yeah it still gives me the chills thinking about it too} is a big deal.  right?
i knew that.  i knew that it was a big deal that deserved to be taken seriously. 
did that change anything?  no.
i didn't prepare the way that i should've.
i didn't study good enough. {excuse me...i didn't study well enough}.
i didn't sleep the night before, and this is why...
adventures are a big deal to my high school friends.
our weekend was not complete unless we did something thrilling
like being chased around the slc cemetery by middle aged women
or seeing how long we could sit in a dark, scary tunnel before crying.
{true stories.}
the night before the big test was absolutely no exception.
what was on the agenda, you ask?
driving zeek's dad's somewhat run down car
up a forbidden dirt hill
lined with no trespassing signs.
because my parents raised me right
{and i know that they are almost the only people who are reading this right now}
i urged the group to obey the signs and get away from the forbidden hills.
but they didn't listen.
they didn't listen until the poor white car started smoking then slowly came to a stop,
on top of hill.
next to a "no trespassing or the cops will hunt you down and gut you like a fish" sign.
minutes away from curfew.

"please tell me that is dust and not smoke."said zeek.

but nobody told him, because it was in fact smoke, not dust.

we were stranded.

and i was officially late for curfew the night before the act.

but like always we figured it out, got away, and laughed about it all the way home.

...until the a.c.t. started a mere 4 hours later.

 

{pointing to our boy in mississippi.}

here's what i'm getting at.

zeek.  mr. adventure

has officaially started the biggest adventure of his life yesterday.

and i could not be more proud of him.

jackson, mississppi, take care of my zeeky for me?

 {zeeky and me.}

p.s. yes, as a matter of fact i did 

see zeek's family at brick oven pizza

right after they dropped him off.

and yes i think that they thought we

followed them around all day.

{i swear we didn't!}

dancing of the sun.

if you know my friend natalie

{which i highly recommend}

you know that she is a planner.

each day we know

what we are going to do

when we are going to do it

and who we will be with.

it's a very great quality.

she's a great "replacement mom"

for while i am at school.

{N, i mean that in the best way possible}

anyways.

nothing ruins her day more than things that

don't go according to plans.

unfortunately

yesterday was one of those days.

last week

me and natalie and a few of our friends

planned to go up to

the sundance film festival

to look around

star gaze

shop

whatever you do at sundace.

but as we prepared to go

someone

"hurt their shoulder snowboarding"

and couldn't walk around park city,

{don't ask me why shoulders contribute to legs now because i don't know either}

we called some other worthy people to join us.

but they either:

a.  didn't want to drive there.

b.  flat out didn't want to go. {sweet sweet friends we have}

or

c.  had never heard of sundance {yeah i don't understand that either}

so

me and natalie remembered how fun we are

and chose to go

just the two of us.

and let me tell you

i think i might give up other friends

because all i need is my

poster stealing

r.m.c.f. loving

stressed driver

cheri.

here are pictures of our most recent

adventure:  sundance 2010.

{we gave this to our hurt friend. because we felt bad.  but not too bad.}

{this is inappropriate but a little silly right?}

{park city.}

{egyptian theater.}

{two people fought over taking our picture.  the man who wasn't charging won.}

{i love this.}

{we like these so much we took them home with us.}

sundance.

you are fun.

thanks.