THE WORST.

Packing is the worst.
Especially when you have no motivation and waaaay too much junk to pack.
I swear I'm going back with more stuff than I brought home, not to mention I still have stuff in storage at my apartment.
I hope I can fit all this stuff in my room and hopefully Aimee doesn't mind me invading her space...haha oops.



hdgufoekadmvjfkh djrk;ldfjbkar o AH FREAK OUT! I'LL BE IN REXBURG TOMORROW WITH MY FRIENDS! YAY! and applebees soon with SKRA! WOOT!

There Are No Rules In Oklahoma.

I'm back from Okie-Poke, the boringest place in the world...well, not really, but close.
Here's some pictures.

No need to explain unless you REALLY want...I'm too lazy.

Okay, ready, set, GO!

Well, I guess I'm next in line to get hitched. This should be interesting...

Ooooooooooklahoma.

Oklahoma is a boring place.

My Beloved Monster...and me.

My beloved monster and me
We go everywhere together
Wearing a raincoat that has four sleeves
Gets us through all kinds of weather

She will always be the only thing
That comes between me and the awful sting
That comes from living in a world that's so damn mean

My beloved monster is tough
If she wants she will disrobe you
But if you lay her down for a kiss
Her little heart it could explode

She will always be the only thing
That comes between me and the awful sting
That comes from living in a world that's so damn mean

La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la

I'm Bad News.

There's blood in my mouth 'cause I've been biting my tongue all week
I keep on talkin' trash but I never say anything
And the talkin' leads to touchin'
and the touchin' leads to sex
and then there is no mystery left

And It's bad news
Baby I'm bad news
I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news

I know I'm alone if I'm with or without you
but just bein' around you offers me another form of relief
When the loneliness leads to bad dreams
and the bad dreams lead me to callin' you
and I call you and say "C'MERE!"

And it's bad news
Baby I'm bad news
I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news

And it's bad news
Baby it's bad news
It's just bad news, bad news, bad news

'Cause you're just damage control
for a walking corpse like me - like you

'Cause we'll all be
Portions for foxes
Yeah we'll all be
Portions for foxes

There's a pretty young thing in front of you
and she's real pretty and she's real into you
and then she's sleepin' inside of you
and the talkin' leads to touchin'
then touchin' leads to sex
and then there is no mystery left

And it's bad news
I don't blame you
I do the same thing
I get lonely too

And you're bad news
My friends tell me to leave you
That you're bad news, bad news, bad news

That you're bad news
Baby you're bad news
and you're bad news
Baby you're bad news
and you're bad news
I don't care I like you
and you're bad news
I don't care I like you
I like you

K.C.D.A.

So today was my last day of work! YAY!
Rexburg is only a week away!
At work I am usually a prisoner to my mind so I have lots of time to think.
Today I was thinking about blogging (haha) and thought of a few ideas to blog about so I wrote myself a note.
Well, now I don't know what my notes mean! haha.
Something about "the theme of my life" and "remembering" and "real vs. fiction"
I don't knowwwwwwwww.
Oh wel.
Anyhoo, Nate gets married this weekend...we fly out in the morn.
Whoopdie doo.
Kay I'm bored now, and I must pack.



AH! HERE'S MY FACE!

My Mikey.

My mom said to me the other night.
"you should marry Michael Phelps. He's A.D.H.D and he's writing a book! you'd be perfect!"


silly moms.



though, he is hott, look at that bod!
yummmmmmmmmmmmm.