Thursday, April 28, 2011

april showers got me down.

Don't get me wrong, i LOVE rain (and tornadoes)...but all i want to do is lay on the front lawn on my quilt pretending to do my homework while I people watch. But alas, i cannot afford time away from my studies right now...which is why i'm blogging? Yes. Procrastination is, in fact, the name of the game.

I could talk about things that are going on here, but a mixture of frustration and anxiety would make it quite an unpleasant post. SOOO i'mma tell y'all about things you might not know about my world. Yes, this is my world, i am Justin Beiber.

1) This is my grandpa, Howard Homer Hayes.


He'll be turning 97 on May 2nd. Yes. NINETY-SEVEN. 
He has CHF, and when he came to stay with us, we were told he would have 3, maybe 4, months at best. And here we are, 3 and 1/2 years later, making his oatmeal every morning, finding the college basketball channel ever afternoon and playing 4+ games of SKIP-BO every night. 

2) This is my lake. 


Okay, so it's not technically mine, but i love it with all of my heart.
Lake Arcadia sits about a half mile from my house, right over the river and through the woods...just kidding, but it is across a highway. 
Our family loves getting up at about 5 a.m. on summer Saturdays to ski/wakeboard/tube/kneeboard.
Yes, we actually enjoy it. 

3) This is my cell phone.


Yes, i took a screen shot of this...because i felt popular. 
Note: it was 9:50 AM. Who gets that many texts before 10 am? 

This girl!

Actually, it really never happens to me, that's why i felt compelled to take a picture. 


Now i'm actually going to do my homework....HA!

Sunday, April 3, 2011

The dealio, Julio.

Words I want to revive this week:

- dealio
- boobie (yes, singular.)

For fear of writing a very self-pitying post about the trials of growing up and how I WANT IT TO STOP, i'll just tell you the good things.

1) I'm an auntie!

Olivia Rose came into this world on March 27th. Gorgeous, i know. PERFECT, in fact. 
My arms literally ache to hold her. 

2) 


YES.


3) Long-limbed friends.

Scarily beautiful?


4) Awkward story time. I can't decide weather that means that it's time for an awkward story or that the story time itself is going to be awkward. Either way: 
I went to Freed this past friday to see Makin' Music.
Twas delightful.
Events:
Saw show.
Saw Bestfriend.
Hugged Bestfriend.
Bestfriend's girlfriend walked up.
Met her.
Accidentally insulted girlfriend's club's show.
Girlfriend left.

Yeah. 






Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Brittany Spears knew nothing.

At a crossroads.

I don't think anyone truly understands the afore statement before they're in college. I'm in college now and BOY DO I GET IT NOW. Crossroads. Holy Moly, I understand. 

College: Where your childhood understandings become obsolete, you realize you know basically nothing about anything and where life throws a pie of reality right in your face as it laughs like Julia Child and punches you in the butt cheek. 

Just watch, colleges all over the contiguous US will be using the above proposed slogan sooner than you can say all the countries in the world spelled backwards in reverse alphabetical order. 


I know this all sounds really negative, but it's most definitely not. I've just got a cynical sense of humor. It's a problem. I struggle. 

These are the roads in front of me that are currently crossing like a giant bowl of emotional spaghetti: excitement, decision, uncertainty, joy, anxiety and certain death. 
Above these roads looms a dark raincloud with a faintly visible rainbow at the end. 

(I know, the imagery is poorly thought-out and a bit creepy, but...welcome to my mind.)

Hehehe.

I really do love college, it's just that right now these darn roads are scary. 

Although, I've recently realized that i have a GPS. Global Positioning System? Nope.

Godly Positioning System. 

BHAM.

I've powered it up and I have no doubt that it will eventually take me to where I need to be. 


Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Tell me i look stunning and cadaverous.

Alright, it's Christmas break, i'm home.

Christmas was great. I saw my whole family, and all of the in-law family members that belong to respective sisters. I'm typing on a new lappy, sitting in my newly rearranged room (Thanks, mom), and my phone is nice and cozy in it's new fotter box (faux Otter Box), but...

...now what?

Being home is a little awkward, which i enjoy immensely. I enjoy being home. And i enjoy awkward things. So, double win.

I've been thinking, since i really don't want to do anything productive. And really none of the things that i've been pondering strike me as something that anyone would want to read about...TO BAD!

So, here're my thoughts, in no particular order.

- The word cadaverous evokes both grotesqueness and beauty in my mind.

- Changing my major. Maybe OT. Maybe graphic design. Perhaps astrophysics. Hey, the world is my oyster. Ooh, maybe i'll go to culinary school. Mmm, oysters.

- I named my new laptop Wilson. Solely so that when i can't find it i can, and will, yell "WILLLLLSONNNN!!!" in a perfect Tom Hanks, Castaway-esqu scream. Complete with loin cloth.

- The other day i was thinking about teen pregnancy. I was in wal-mart and saw teen moms on a magazine cover. Do they really think this is a good way to discourage said procreating? "Oh, let's make them famous! No teenage girl wants to be FAMOUS!"...idiots.

- I got back on myspace today (judge me) so i could find some new music. I had a message from some guy in Yukon. It was titled "you should add me." Uhh, what? The body of this horridly flattering message read: "hey it wont let me add you but id like to be friends cause you look really interesting. plus your hot. :)" I said, hmm, no thanks yukon-man, you can't punctuate correctly.

- I found out that it's apparently been a thing in my family (with the men) to say howdy after you fart. Awesome. I'm super glad it took me 19 years to find this out. I always wondered why my dad would express random salutations.

- I've been reading a fashion blog lately that this cool Mormon girl writes. This girl is seriously cool. And i was thinking, could i write a fashion/life blog? I have yet to decide weather or not i would even read a fashion blog written by yours truly. Ehh, who knows, it could happen...HA!

Alright, happy trails, kids.

Schlove. =]

Monday, September 27, 2010

Nap Dreams are the Best

So, i'm taking this nap and i have one of the weirdest dreams i've had to date. And it went went like this:

First of all, me and some friends were walking around campus and we spot this friend of ours (Andrew Hayden/#2/Visor Boy) playing the guitar on the side of the road. Naturally, we approach him and seeing that it is his birthday (for real), we decide to wave down the president of the united states, who just happened to be driving by and was also a good friend of myself. Awesome!

So we get into this giant bus/limo thing and they proceed to drive us to the white house...which is now in Searcy...and looks a lot like the inside of The Heritage. While in this heritage-esque white house, there happens to be a hot teacher of sorts who happens to be studying how students meet/interact with hot teachers. So, naturally, they but a bucket of chicken in the bathroom. So i'm in this fancy schmancy white house bathroom and it smells like chick-fil-a. And i don't hate it. Anyway, hot teacher man comes in and grabs a piece of chicken while i'm washing my hands and then we...well, use your imagination.

Just kidding, he just eats the chicken and we talk for approximately 6.7 minutes then i leave the chicken-filled bathroom because it's weird and he's too hott and there's chicken.

As i returned to the party in the white house which has now morphed into a birthday party for Andrew/Engagement party for two of our friends i run and jump onto a bunkbed and tell Samantha about my strange hott teacher man chicken encounter. While i'm explaining, there is a loud shout and all of a sudden our friends aren't engaged anymore and everyone's in a tizzy and the president has decided to cancel the party.

My parents picked Andrew and myself up and took us to our new house...in Searcy...the outside of which looks like that of...The Heritage. Awesome.

 Sidenote: You know when certain things happen and you just think, "Ohh that could be bad!" For example: I apparently have a book from the president to read...maybe it's the healthcare bill. i don't know, but it's the size of a phone book. But yes, i set it on the counter and there's a giant glass of water next to it and i think..."ohhh, this could be bad." So i moved it to another counter, right as my dad set a lantern down next to it...and i think..."Ohhh, this could be reallly bad."

So we're just chillin with my parents and crap then all of a sudden my dad is like, "Hey, Kayla, Linda, i need your help!" So my mom goes to help him and i grab my phone and the healthcare phone book and a Sprite, because i'm parched. And i look around for Andrew, but he's nowhere to be found.

I run up the stairs to the basement...i know. It's weird. So we help my dad do whatever it was, probably something with the thermostat. Then my mom wants me to come outside to, i don't know, see the backyard? Anyway, we go outside and we're looking at the vegetation and it's so nice and all of a sudden there's a man who lives in our neighborhood named Ted and he's creepy and i kinda think he might be mentally retarded and he's got a lot of dogs. Anyway, so he starts opening the gate and i'm freaking out cause my mom is by the gate so she's running towards me and we're both screaming for my dad and then Ted starts lookin like a zombie, and we see other zombies behind him. And we're freak. in. out.

Then, we're yelling and Betty White comes out of nowhere. Betty freaking White. And she says, "Oh it's okay, they're just here to rake the leaves!" in her cute old Betty White voice.

AND THEN...

My phone when off. In real life. Next to my face. I'd gotten a text message. From Andrew.

crazy.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Consideration

"Wow, she looks like a zombie today."

"Man, i feel like a zombie after that party last night."

How do you think zombies feel about these statements? Perhaps they like the way they look.Let's consider others' feelings, children.

Why do we assume that they are unhappy with their second lease on life?

Come one, people, let's all just try to be PC here.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Status Update

Don't fret, this is not actually a status update, this is a blog. Facebook is for statuses. No, this is a blog post...pertaining to status updates. Wild, i know.

In regards to a 'status update,' i was just thinking (while i was updating my status, of course) that as much as i try to avoid posting person-specific statuses, sometimes it just can't be helped. Sadly, sometimes i do have alterior motives for my updating of the status. It's not just so there is a fresh thought for my facebook friends to comment on, nor is it so people know what i'm up to.

NOPE. It's blatant in yo face, this is what's up, this is how i feel. Towards YOU.

But let's be real, they are most commonly said in the form of lyrical posts (too keep it classy). Thus, the individual to whom said status is directed is never fully aware of the status pertaining to them. 'Cause it's not like you can just tag their name at the end...right? ("Just gonna stand there and watch me burn, that's alright because i like the way it hurts" @insertnameofdouchebaghere) See? not acceptable. 

AND. That is all.