ugly is a mater of opinion.

we went to an ugly sweater party.

{well we dressed up for an ugly sweater party and ended up singing our hearts out to smash mouth and third eye blind in windbreakers and scrunchies at a 90s party instead.}

someone asked me,

"did you find that sweater at the di last minute?  it's funny!"

i said,

"no.  i've owned this for a while."

merry december, friends.

festively, i think there is a ghost following me.

i'll tell you 3 things and you try to explain them without coming to the conclusion that i have my own personal casper with me today.

1.  my zipper, inexplicably, remained down for the better half of my entire day.  that always happens to me!
2.  while in the library, i got in an empty elevator, pressed the "3" button and the ">/<"  button quickly {i hate riding in elevators with others...it just feels weird.  i know you agree.  even you, dad...the man who doesn't believe in awkward moments i guess}.  as the doors began to close, they suddenly stopped and rushed back open as if someone was trying to catch the elevator with me.  noBODY stepped inside so i fully expected to feel some sort of presence of my special invisible ghost friend, like tapping on my shoulder or a gust of wind, but this ghost obviously knows me, and my personal space issues, so decided to keep to itself as we rode to the third floor in silence.
3.  i can't seem to get rid of this ugly, hairy, black with a red dot spider that has chosen my mode of transportation as it's winter home.  and to me spiders=ghost presence.

go ahead, try to tell me that i am overreacting!  i'm not.

happy halloween.

from paige and sweetheart (i named my ghost.  anything other than toby is fine...)

festivity is important to me.

we three fools have an october bucket list,

a "what to do before halloween comes" list,

a "hallospookomurderotacular" list.

here it is:

1. go to park city.  because nothing says spooky like overpriced boutiques and premature snow.
2. 13 nights of halloween.
3. salt lake cemetary.  last time we went there to spook our friends, ben almost got arrested.  long story.  so that is good.
4. haunted homes {plural for haunted house}
5. gravity hill.  still trying to figure that one out.
6. carve jack o'lanterns.  i'll probably stick with the classic.
7. murder a byu student...wait what?  must've been ben's entry.  he goes too far every time.  what he meant was...
8. prank all of provo utah.
9. walk to scary rock canyon cave.
10. "redrum" car windows belonging to the un-festive.  warning to you all.

only 15 more days to finish!

midterms can wait.

we have some spooky stuff to do.

hallow-freaky-ween.

if everything went my way

i'd be talented enough to be pop art for halloween.

y'welcome.

our to do list:

• listen to halloween party pandora station.
• thank ben for showing us how to be so very festive and spooky.

sev.

happy bday sev.

now please go out and get yo self

a free spoonful of 

the slurpee of your choice.

and i choose

coca-cola.

because the other flavors suck.

like, really.

banana...yuck.

coke...yum.

celebrate goodness.

free goodness.

we honor you oh taylorsville.

me

cheering

for

my

city.

gold and blue

through and through.

we need to talk.

(me and you.  you=reader.  me=writer.  and sorry to the real person in this picture...)

you:  oh hey paige.  i like those animal print shoes that you have worn everyday this week.
me:  hey fella, i like these a lot alright.
you:  anyways...
me:  anyways isn't a word.  it's anyway.
you:  (eye roll) anyway...what should i do this weekend?
me:  (eyes widen) the real question is when will i ever find time to rest my poor feet because i will be spending so much time on them this weekend with all of the fun that i will be having?!  unless you are me. because of my animal print sandals, my feet are never tired.
you:  you lost me there in the middle for a minute but i found my way back.  so anyways..
me:  anyway
you:  anyway what's going on this weekend?
me:  well first you could go to the farmer's market that just started a few weeks ago.
you:  what?  i hate fresh grown vegetables and delicious honey that comes in plastic tubes!
me:  well you are lame but whatever.  okay i know!  taylorsville dayzz!!  it's my favorite holiday and easily the most exciting event on this side of 4700 south!
you:  taylorsville.  no way.  that city is full of gangsters and vacant buildings.
me: (this is where i beat you up because, like you said, my city is full of gangsters and they have taught me a few things over the years.)
you:  ouch.
me:  you have a point about the vacant buildings.  but don't worry.  imma fix that.  (true story.  more on that later).  but if you hate the ville than i don't want you ruining my favorite holiday with your foolishness.
you:  so that's it.  fresh food and celebrating vacancy?
me:  um hello?  have you not seen those awesome signs hanging all around slc?
you:  shame on you crown burger?
me:  what?  no.  the arts festival!  funnest festival in utah.  no question.
you:  oh you mean the festival with love music, sweet local art, delish food and a bike valet?  so there.
me:  ...did you just get that excited about bikes?  we need to talk seriously about bikes sometime...

to be continued.

she may not be able to hear high pitched ringing sounds coming from the tv but...

listening seems to be a big deal to me.  sure, i talk a lot...but that doesn't mean that the more i say the less value it has.  no such thing as too much of a good thing in this particular case.  most people don't understand that logic.  my mother, on the other hand, is a seasoned pro.  this girl remembers just about everything i have ever told her, has sat through hours of story telling, random fact spouting, loads of pointless details about every interaction i have throughout the day, and my daily vent session.  she even reads about it all on this here blog.  she listens, offers golden advice, pity laughs, and asks how everything had turned out the next day.  it may seem silly, but that is one gigantic reason, alongside about a trillion other equally as large reasons, why i love my mom.  23 years of motherhood and still getting better every single day.
happy mother's day, mama.
i love you to the moon and back.
now come talk to me some more, i probably have a story to tell you or something....

cadbury, christ, and cottontail.

happy easter.

or "easters" as courtney and nacho would say.

lava horror picture show.

there are 2 questions in life that i just simply cannot answer.  yes, only 2.  those questions are...

1. why aren't there more horror movies about the salem witch trials?
2. why aren't there any horror movies about lava hot springs, idaho?

i'll get to #1 someday, but my focus right now is on #2, seeing that i was just there for the annual wightman getaway.  for those who have experienced the wonder that is lava hot springs can attest but for those who have not found one minute in their lives for this trip, here are my top 10 {actually 8..because that is all i could come up with...but 10 is a better number when it comes to lists so...}reasons why lava hot springs is a perfect candidate for the next classic horror film.

1. LAVA hot springs.  lava= hot.  hot=hell.  hell=scary.
2. lava HOT springs.  synonym for hot=attractive.  attractive=beyonce.  beyonce=illuminati.  illuminati=satan.  satan= hell.  and as you already know, hell=scary.
3. steam.  hot pools+cold air=steam.
4. cold.  okay this contradicts reasons 1 and 2 but as all horror movie buffs already know horror and contradictions go hand in hand.  prime example:  the orphanage.  tell me, why should a woman run an orphanage for children with special needs when she can't even keep track of her own kid?  contradiction.  anyway it is really chilly in lava hot springs {maybe because i have only gone there in the dead of winter but whatev} and cold=ghosts.  ghosts=scary.
5. location.  there would be no need for set design.  there are cliffs and a train track nearby.  random hotels that have been there since the beginning of time. steam {so no need for a fog machine} and a creepy bridge.  all kinds of naturally frightening elements.
6. residents.  there is no need to hire extras for a lava horror movie since the town is crawling with winners already.  especially the owner of the breakfast place {that us wightmans hit up yearly by tradition on our lava getaway} that got into a heated argument/boarder line knife fight with the man delivering uniforms for his workers.  i never knew anyone could be so passionate about uniforms.
7. it's in idaho.  nothing good happens there. 
8. this one is far fetched but that is how the end of all of my lists are.  everyone there is in swimsuits.  including women.  and if low budget horror films love anything it is gore mixed with women in a small amount of clothing. hello...piranha 3D??

so any film makers want to join me?  i thought of some great script ideas over the long weekend.

and here is me in lava hot springs...before it gets famous.

{scary, right??}

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.

most wonderful day of the year.

me and mama in matching all black christmas jams.

me and dad with our bowl game victory smile still plastered upon our gorg faces.

me and kanye.  loving each other and hating taylor swift.

me and my new fav book.

  is that city not the greatest place? 

 if you disagree i shall read you this book

and you will feel silly.

please tell me you loved christmas day as much as i did?  

prince of peace.

brain kershisnik's"nativity" is the love of my festive life right now.
happy christmas eve, loves.

wonderful know it all

if i haven't made it clear...i love sufjan stevens. i love him.  please listen. this song gave me the christmas spirit this year, and will do the same to you. also, such a great little, matching vid to go along.  so this, my lovelies, is my christmas gift to you. merry christmas eve eve...

star of wonder
sufjan stevens

"i call you
from the comet's cradle
i found you
trembling by yourself
when the night falls
lightly on your right wing shoulder
wonderful know it all
slightly where the night gets colder

oh, conscience,
where will you carry me?
i found you
star of terrifying effigies
when the night falls
i carry myself to the fortress
of your glorious cause
oh, i may seek your fortress
of your glorious cause
oh, i may seek your fortress

when the night falls
we see the star of wonder
wonderful night falls
we see you
we see you

i see the stars coming down there
coming down there to the yard
i see the stars coming down there
coming down there to my heart

i see the stars coming down there
coming down there to the yard"

buuuurrrrrbbbbb.

be right back.

tbf is busy:

rocking finals.

testing hannah on the rules of the road.

getting addicted to gossip girl{or...more addicted,rather}

having private dance lessons, taught and attended by only the tbf.

creating yozone masterpieces.

packing for CHRISTMAS!

and already missing each other.

salt lake friends,

prepare yourself.

best back pockets {my shameless nickname in high school...}

will be home in no time.

and the parties can all start then.

until then, lovelies.

finals sound like...

+

=

this.

after almost the entire chirstmas season thinking i didn't have it.

found it today.

tender mercy.

and three cheers for finals!

remember how much i really do like finals...

still true.

tender mercy.  again.

happy...?

today, someone wished me a "happy pearl harbor day!" 

uh...happy? 

 no he isn't japanese. 

nonetheless, way to be festive{?}
and remember such a huge day in american history,
boy with odd celebratory habits...

p.s. sorry for the picture-less post but

you can understand why i didn't want to

blast a bunch of bombing pictures all up on here.

maybe "blast" was a poor choice of word.

belated cliche thanks.

i am grateful for...

conan on tbs.

still laughing myself to sleep, thanks to him.  so glad you are back. remember how heartbroken i was?

byu football team.

hours of entertainment and numerous great games.  including last saturday.  i love you!

my mom and dad.

they have this ability to make anyone who walks in our house feel right at home.  and i love it.

march 2nd.

do i even have to explain?

park city icewater company.

reminds me of summer.

sufjan stevens.

so chill.  so beaut.  so much love.  maybe even too much.

winter blizzard warnings.

get me out of school and i automatically add you to the "i'm grateful for..." list.  even if your were kind of a lie.

tbf, bfsp, and those other friends of mine.

you crazy little things...you keep me young.

pumpkin pie.

breakfast of champions.

my church and everything that comes with it.

couldn't be more grateful for what i believe.

cool blog friends like you.

 for reading silly posts like this and still coming back for a quick read.

trip dig.

today i am grateful for triple digits.

and that today is the last triple digit day without my sister.

100 days!