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. =]

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.

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.

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.

nameless

I went over to the drug store to check my head against
the bright light but she caught me from behind
And though I did not know and though I did not care
And that she had come
I could not tell that I was blind to think my world a bubble
And to think that my brother's was too
To shatter all that i knew
So I straightened up my back and I cry
Do what you must do

Take me now before I change my mind
Take me now before I lose my mind

So I headed to the deep, deep forest
To catch my earnings
My brother looked up at the sky he go
But my earnings were all up
Why have you poisoned my brother's cup
Cause the woman who came for me

 

And I cry don't you worry boy
questions the apocalypse
Will surely show you your bliss
For she holds the answers to all your fears she
Take me now before I lose my mind

 

Questioned Apocalypse 

 

Dispatch

I feel lame for posting lyrics. But they are pretty substantial, so i guess it's okay.

Anyway. Life is getting weirder by the day. I'll try to explain later. 

Stay classy!

"Hi, i'm Rob and i really like your headband."

Pledging is weird. 

Now, don't get me wrong, i love an awkward situation as much as the next person, but seriously? Jeez!

Open houses were this past week and i met quite a few fantastic people, not going to lie. The most memorable has been quoted and placed as the title line of this enthralling post.

His name is Rob.

And he really likes my headband.

It's very comforting to know that not everyone in a club is normal.

I'm very happy about the people i've met. I can tell that there is a place for me somewhere within all of them and i'm hoping that with lots of prayers i'll be able to see just where that place is.

NEW

I made this blog page for a class, but ended us not needing it. I let it marinate in its uselessness for a while and finally decided that I'd try the blogging thing. Which, frankly, scars the beejeezus out of me.

I've been trying to open my mind to new things and concepts lately, so I've decided to brave it and try writing out my...life? emotions? thoughts? I don't even know what this is yet. Most likely, it will consist of a jumbled mess of all of the above.


I took this picture this past summer at a lake near my house. It is always so beautiful in the mornings when we are sunrise skiing. I added the lyrics...obviously. The song really speaks to me. As to what it says, i still have almost no idea.

It kind of made me think about my place in the world. My physical place, initially. I thought about Oklahoma, the place where I've spent my entire life thus far. It is mostly bland, with mediocre views and cities, a crime rate on the heavier end of the scale, and lots of rednecks. But now as i think about it, it isn't all that bad. Sure, the weather is bipolar and the most FAQ (from non-Okies) is, "Oh, do you know the musical?"  But it's still where I call home.

As of three weeks ago, I'm an Arkansan (For about 10 months out of the year). Arkansas is pretty. The trees are actually tall, with no daily tornado-speed winds to rip them out of the ground. It's peaceful, with  nice views...but the rednecks...i just can't escape!


I have a new place of residence. I have a new bed, a new desk, a new roommate, a new set of towels. I'm making new friends. And i'm blogging. Life is change.