20 December 2011


1. my gingerbread house.
2. mother-daughter love.
3. energy vs. sleep.
4. kate's gingerbread house in the making.
5. dance party.
6. jeff's gingerbread house.
7. maddy refusing to be serious during christmas card pictures.
8. paint by number, fantastic mr. fox, facer xmas card, candy & a best friend.
9. sammy's gingerbread house (complete with a graham cracker freeway and sour patch cars).
10. the christmas card.
11. jacob's "gingerbread" house.
12. christmas tree shopping.
13. alex's fallen temple gingerbread house.
14. a flocked tree.
15. the "coke room" (aka crushed candy canes) in sam's house.
16. maddy looking pretty.

11 songs in honor of 11 days left of 2011.

gotye feat. kimbra

the shins

washed out

avalanche city

the middle east

foster the people
electric light orchestra
radical face
bombay bicycle club
danny elfman

for your daily dose of laughter:

i have a project for anyone out there who has 2 minutes and likes to smile.

materials needed:
1) at least 1 silly band (s.b. for short)
2) pen
3) paper
4) glue (optional)

for this very complicated craft, you take your s.b. (whatever it may be) and glue it onto your piece of paper (if you're having a glue shortage, just place it on the paper).
next, you take your pen, and incorporate the s.b. into a scene.
whether it be a santa s.b. and you draw a chimney and reindeer around him, or just a bathing suit s.b. which you draw a body around (see fig. 22), is up to you.
FULL credit to ali mccollum for this little project. 

figure 22:

i hope you giggled a little. i know i did.

settle down.

"i tend to have an affinity towards things once familiar, now altered. when antiques see new incarnations, whether they become more modern, dark, slightly twisted….it is more than novel, at least for me. it’s my inner ballerina fighting with the want to not be a complete priss. i mean, i guess life isn’t just pink tutus and slicked backed buns?"
-dianna agron

i think i've found my kindred spirit. there's something about miss agron that's interested me from the start. when i came across her [website] i found out why. it's like she takes words from my mind and eloquently documents them for the world.
it goes right along with the ongoing list of contradictions that is life: wanting to be two different people.

 sometimes i find myself gravitating towards that hot pink pencil skirt, but other times it's the men's nightmare before christmas shirt. sometimes i'm dancing to my justin bieber singing toothbrush, but other times i'm refusing to pay $12 to go see yet another twilight...but you get the point. having gone to an all girls school, i'm not a huge fan of females, and i find this aversion to estrogen manifesting itself in my life when my few girl friends are out of town and i have to go shopping alone because all of my other friends are boys. i've asked one too many boys for outfit advice.
so, in comparison to all the males around me, i always end up feeling ridiculously girly. after all, i am the only one in a dress. but i must not be too prissy, or i'd never get along with them to begin with, right?

but i've also recently been immersing myself into 'the real world'.
you know, that one outside of la cañada?
i've found myself unsettled because i'm completely insecure about how i see myself in comparison to the rest of the world.
one day, i'm happy to be that girl who likes daisies and drives a red jetta.
but other days, i resent it, and gravitate more toward the darker parts of myself.
some days, i'm proud of the hardships i've faced and conquered, but other days, i wish i could hide them forever.

the conclusion i've come to is that i just need to settle down and accept that it's okay to tuck that jack skellington shirt into my skirt.
but more importantly, that outfit doesn't have to encompass my entire personality.
i'd hope i have more than just two angles.

it's hard to feel unique in this great big world. there are millions and billions of people out there who have this same battle with themselves every day. when i began to come into myself in high school and really think about things, i was always relieved to hear that i wasn't alone in whatever new thought i had on a given day. that's how best friends are formed.
but now, i have this nagging desire to be unique.
and it seems like it gets harder and harder every day.
but shouldn't it be the opposite when i'm the only one in the whole wide world who's seen everything i've seen, done everything i've done, and thought everything i've thought?
and then i realize that that cliché version of myself that i'm seeing is nothing but an image.
whether i'm the only one who stumbles across this image of cece from time to time, or it's countless people...
that's something that's completely out of my control.
my best advice for everyone is to remember that other people's actions are only reactions.
just as they have the power to control them, you have the power to control your own.

now go enjoy the last 11 days of 2011, lovebugs.

13 December 2011

for forever and a day.

the archipelago of kisses:

we live in a modern society. husbands and wives don’t
grow on trees, like in the old days. so where
does one find love? when you’re sixteen it’s easy,
like being unleashed with a credit card
in a department store of kisses. there’s the first kiss.
the sloppy kiss. the peck.
the sympathy kiss. the backseat smooch. the we
shouldn’t be doing this kiss. the but your lips
taste so good kiss. the bury me in an avalanche of tingles kiss.
the i wish you’d quit smoking kiss.
the i accept your apology, but you make me really mad
sometimes kiss. the i know
your tongue like the back of my hand kiss. as you get
older, kisses become scarce. you’ll be driving
home and see a damaged kiss on the side of the road,
with its purple thumb out. if you
were younger, you’d pull over, slide open the mouth’s
red door just to see how it fits. oh where
does one find love? if you rub two glances, you get a smile.
rub two smiles, you get a warm feeling.
rub two warm feelings and presto-you have a kiss.
now what? don’t invite the kiss over
and answer the door in your underwear. it’ll get suspicious
and stare at your toes. don’t water the kiss with whiskey.
it’ll turn bright pink and explode into a thousand luscious splinters,
but in the morning it’ll be ashamed and sneak out of
your body without saying good-bye,
and you’ll remember that kiss forever by all the little cuts it left
on the inside of your mouth. you must
nurture the kiss. turn out the lights. notice how it
illuminates the room. hold it to your chest
and wonder if the sand inside hourglasses comes from a
special beach. place it on the tongue’s pillow,
then look up the first recorded kiss in an encyclopedia: beneath
a babylonian olive tree in 1200 B.C.
but one kiss levitates above all the others. the
intersection of function and desire. the i do kiss.
the i’ll love you through a brick wall kiss.
even when i’m dead, i’ll swim through the earth,
like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.

jeffrey mcdaniel

24 November 2011

some kind of wonderful.

glamping \GLAM-pyng\ , noun;

1. glamorous camping.

well, my little turkeys, who else is glamorously camping this thankful holiday? apparently, this is the newest in trailer park lingo. and i do, so happen, to be in a trailer park. in sequoia, CA to be exact. as we all know, it's thanksgiving and we're supposed to be thankful. if you remember my 4th of july post, i hate holidays...but not this one. i mean, how can anyone not be thankful when they're glamping? seriously, thanksgiving is a glorious holiday. i get to bundle up in the cold weather i love, read scary stories by the campfire in weird accents, eat pecan and apple pie, and watch christmas movies (don't you just love the unique mccollum traditions). i just wanted to officially recognize this new favorite holiday of mine and also acknowledge that i am thankful i'm here for it, considering i almost got pillaged the other night.
story time:
on tuesday night, maddy ali & i went on a 10pm ice cream run and i left my phone in my mother's car.
well, i didn't realize this until 4am when i was going to bed (don't ask).
so in a fearless act, i headed out to the car in the dark to get it...
but my phone wasn't there.
and not only was it not there, but the car was ransacked.
at least the inside was.
the glove compartment was emptied out onto the seats, etc.
so i went back into the house thinking it was a messy act of one of the sissies in an attempt to find something.
when i woke up, though, i found out that it turns out the culprit was not a part of my family -
(s)he was la cañada's own bandit, and (s)he stole my phone.
but the key issue in this story is not the fact that my phone was stolen, but rather that i could've been out in the dark, at night, alone, moments after a random man/woman was rifling through the same car as me.
keeping in mind my addiction to scary movies, can you imagine how i assume the worst?
i am very lucky i'm not chopped into bits in a box floating down the la river right now.

but i'm also thankful for a few other things, those being:
the openness of my parents. i could be a serial killer and i know they'd still love me.
the weirdness of my sisters. i don't think there's anyone i'm less worried about judging me.
my pups for putting up with us dressing them in build-a-bear clothes.
sequoia for providing us with such perfect in-between weather.
and for whoever invented apple crumb pie.

so i guess i am thankful.

18 November 2011

miss penny lane.

"never take it seriously.
if you never take it seriously, you never get hurt.
if you never get hurt, you always have fun, and if you ever get lonely, you just go to the record store and visit your friends."

-almost famous

words to live by.

17 November 2011

uh, cause it's worth it.

why today was a wonderful wednesday:

1. marcel the shell (with shoes on) has returned in a just as entertaining and endearing [sequal]. and, i got curious about the voice of marcel, just because it cracks me up so much, and came across some more of jenny slate's videos. [this one] had me literally laughing out loud with her answer. just thought i'd share.

2. i haven't charged my ipod in maybe about 2 weeks now. let me just tell you, that's a long time in my world. so i've gotten kind of sick of listening to my randomly assorted cds over and over and have finally accepted the radio. now, one of the only songs i actually enjoy on the radio right now is moves like jagger (along with the jazz station, but that's another story). seriously, i don't mean to be all anti-conformist over here, but if i have to hear another rihanna song i might just go crazy and go on a killing rampage. totally kidding. but back to the point, i have this new ritual of checking every radio station for moves like jagger when i turn on my car. no, i am not kidding. that is what rihanna's doing to me: desperation. so today, when i turned on my car, you know what the 2nd radio station i checked was playing? yep, you got it, moves like jagger. my heart skipped a beat. and it was even still on the whistles at the beginning. what else do i even need for a wonderful wednesday?

3. news flash: i got a job.
oh yes, it's true. i am the newest hostess at hill street café and i can't complain. everyone is nice and understanding of my newness to the job world. walking into work on wednesday felt like a milestone. well, as it so happens, hill street has some very loyal customers. and a lot of them happen to be over 60. i kind of love old people, so i'm okay with it. they really seem to understand the concept of taking pleasure in the details. so today an old man came in for a pick up order. i love pick ups because i get to run the credit cards and that's probably my favorite part of being a hostess, no shame here. this man was one of those that you just can't help but feel inspired by. he smiled at me and told me about how he and his wife were hill street regulars like all the rest, but she is very ill right now. so about once a week he comes in and gets take out for the both of them to bring back to her so they can eat dinner together, and so she can still have her hill street meal. my oh my, was i taken aback. i sound oh so cheesy, but that old man reminded me that maybe true love does exist. maybe there is a love affair that can last forever (mr. warhol). and someone else was telling him how sorry they were for his struggles, and he said something like "all you can do is everything you can". it's not exactly philosophically stunning, i know, but the way he said it with a smile struck a chord in me. i guess all you can do is everything you can.

4. so onto the post work festivities: e-mile. living the high life. my big purchase was strawberry pop tarts and a scratcher. this is only my second scratcher ever, mind you, and guess what...i won $4. yes, ladies and gentlemen, i am three dollars richer than i was when i walked into e-mile this evening.

5. i somehow ended up at the americana to see the movie immortal with geoff and juma. although i really enjoyed walking along next to the fountain, listening to sinatra and sipping my green tea with honey in a christmas cup, that is not the focus of this point. what we are focusing on is the amount of hot man arms in that movie. i'll be honest, war movies are not exactly my cup o' tea, but i learned something very important: hot arms aren't just for admiring - they're used for holding up the hot arms of other men to prevent them from stabbing you in the upper body and/or face. i can't tell you how many times i saw a scene like that tonight.

6. and finally, my last point is a foxy one. what really brought me joy during that movie was how every time athena came on screen, geoffrey james bywater the third felt compelled to say (at full volume) three words: what. a. fox. athena is now permanently burned into my mind as a fox.

sorry if i went into ramble mode, i guess i ramble when i'm happy after a
wonderful wednesday.

02 November 2011

i must admit i can't explain.

first off, a dedication. i really should've done this sooner but now seems just as good as any.
sarah sherman, what would i do without you?
i met this girl many years ago, i'm sure, but neither of us seem to remember our high school encounters.
i think it's because something out there knew we were going to need each other someday a little further along in our lives.
when we both ended up back in la cañada after our first half a year of college, we just kind of hit it off.
it sounds like quite the love story, doesn't it?
well it is.
between eating too much ramen, crying about boys, watching scary movies & wearing each other's dresses (i've changed the placement of the & in this sentence way too many times - i'm trying to stop the add-ons), miss sherman has become such an important part of my life.
i know that words don't mean that much, but i'm hoping these ones can at least slightly reflect how much love and respect i have for this lady.

and then, of course, there's my family.
i would give the low-down on how wonderful each individual is, but i think pops would rather me get to sleep at this point.
but seriously, watching movies and eating too much candy would be nothing without katy, steve, ali cat, and madz.
(along with edgar, bean, and the bud man, of course)
if i could blog about everything you all mean to me, it would never, ever end.


19 October 2011


baby post round two.
in case you're having trouble dealing with everyone and everything tonight, here's something that reminded me of who i am:

'a positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort.'
-herm albright

i have joshy and a positive attitude on my side.

plus i only have about 1.5 more days until the big buhr cabin in the woods.
adventures are surely soon to come.

secret time:
the big window next to my bed has a removable screen and a large planter right outside of it...
aka a balcony to sit and think on with a view...
found my thinking spot for the rest of 2011.

10 October 2011


i just need to send a little shout out to the people who i love.
i am blown away by how much people can truly care about others every day.
i don't know what i would do without the relationships i have.
sorry for getting mushy, and sorry for using the word i so much in 4 sentences.
i know that this means nothing to most people,
but to the people it does mean something to...

i love you to the moon and back.

"believe in yourself and all that you are. know that there is something inside you that is greater than any obstacle."

-christian larson

it's funny how much cheesy things can mean to you at the right times.

04 October 2011

awt, dude.

we were asked to define a vague term in english class today. thank you padilla for the inspiration.

02 October 2011


need i say more?

didn't think so.

the sticky wicked.

i just think it's about time i send a shout out to my theology class:

i (along with everyone else in the class) never, ever understand what my professor is talking about.
whenever we ask him when we're actually going to start learning something, he responds with a thirty minute response about how his ten year application is due soon.
i was so bored the other day that this happened...

yes, i did in fact list out the numbers 1 to 1000 during class.
if i could draw i would do that but you can probably see the results of my efforts at THAT up at the top.
oh well. after dirty looks from professor lee from the entire period, it was so worth it to hit 1000.
but probably even worse is the freshman boy who likes to entertain all the young girls in the class by talking about all the vodka he drank last night.
i hate to break it to you, bro, but drinking your hard a with your roommate in your dorm room does not actually count as a phat rager.

but moving on, i finally got a new camera!
i haven't really gotten the chance to use it yet because of a couple complications, but i did capture a couple birthday festivities.

lovely sarah came to visit (and geoff's in this in spirit).

fruit tarts at dinner!

family dinner. wish i'd gotten one with the actualy fambam but this will have to do. :)

 birthday dinner with my men.

and my women.

and my ROOMEZ.

thanks to all the loves who made my september 22nd wonderful.

find anything fuschia?

bear hands
james blake


the head and the heart
the asteroids galaxy tour
bill coleman

the avett brothers
neon indian
noah and the whale

14 September 2011

marky mark and the funky bunch.

i'm currently watching the movie fear...
a thriller.
with young mark wahlberg.
set in seattle.
and it's on instant netflix.
...this movie is made for me.
oh, and marky's character is going to uw.

just had to throw that out there.

and quotable moment:
(context - reese witherspoon runs away from a party being broken up by police with mark wahlberg, leaving her friend in the middle of it all...)
cece: i wouldn't leave you, marina.
marina: thanks, i wouldn't leave you either
...unless i saw that you were with mark wahlberg in which case i'd know you were okay.
too much fun.

12 September 2011

toots (as in the term of endearment).

it's time for a new blog tradish:
themed collages.
in short, photo collages with a category.
because it's fun.
why else do i blog about anything?

just to be clear, this theme was hot men. (dad, i'm sure you're loving this) i know i'm a child, but i'm okay with it. plus, the process of picking the pictures with marina was pretty enjoyable.
happy monday!

how to be a low-key gangster.

first of all, i'm going to pull a lemony snicket and put a disclaimer at the start of my novel:
don't expect to get anything out of this post. i have nothing substantial to say and am only writing for the sake of cleaning myself out. i'm turning over a new leaf tomorrow. that is all.

just to be clear, the title of this post has absolutely nothing to do with the content of it. except that greggy lee googled that phrase on my computer the other day and i found it quite enjoyable. so i'll give credit where credit is due and thank mr. lee for the post title.
now i must apologize for disappearing from the blogging world for a while.
(mostly to caroline, really)
i get writer's block for months on end sometimes. and it's horrible because i feel all pent up but i don't know what it is that's being pent up.
i wish i could post pictures of my dorm or my friends or something like that, but ever since tahoe swallowed my camera battery, i am digital camera-less.
so i've had to revert back to my childhood and use disposable cameras.
but, let's be honest, i have no idea what i'm doing with those things, so i'll probably end up with 50 pictures of over/underexposed figures and regret spending the fortune it takes to develop real pictures nowadays.
any suggestions on a good point and shoot?
so back to my point, which i don't have...

yesterday i saw the most mind blowing sunset of my entire life. i will try to describe it but there's no way i can capture it. it went from blue up above to purple to pink to orange and then the landscape of the city in black. i was up in the mountains off of some street in arcadia (i'm directionally challenged) and there were power lines almost framing downtown la, with the yellow circle of a sun right over the tops of the building. now, i've never really been one for sunsets. but i was just taken aback by this one. i don't even know what to call it! beautiful? glowing? peaceful? romantic? none of the above? 
who knows. i don't even have anything to say about it except that i'm glad i ran into it.

i have this idea of life-via-listing. what if, from now on, i made a list every night before i went to bed and lived my life only according to that list? take note, i would only write down what i wanted to do, not how i'd do it. so i guess it leaves a lot of room for interpretation.
i think i'll try it.
you know what else i want to try? painting rocks.
yes, painting rocks.

does anyone else feel judged when they go to amoeba? like sorry i'm buying a beck cd and not something off an urban outfitters playlist...
i guess hipsters are just intimidating.
but anyway, i think i'll stop my mini purge of sentences.
i'll end with someone else's words, because then i don't have to take credit for any controversy they present.
"i became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity"
-edgar allan poe

06 September 2011

pensive tuesday.

"affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives."
-c.s. lewis

 i can't decide whether i agree with this or not.
or i did until about 2 days ago when i was walking back from the gym after watching fantastic mr. fox during my workout.
(yes, i went to the gym 3 days in a row; and yes, fantastic mr. fox was on while i was ellypticalling)
i'm heading back towards my dormitory and all the sudden a seagull lands in front of me.
now, i don't know if anyone else would've gotten the same moment of solid and durable happiness that i did, but realizing that i'm living close enough to the ocean that i can be walking back from the gym and run into a friendly seagull somehow proved mr. lewis wrong to me.
there's something about the sea that can't not bring a smile to my face. i don't even like swimming that much anymore, but you can't be on the beach and not feel just a little more glee swimming inside you.

but onto the opposing argument.
yesterday, i received many emails from the facer family updating me on jeff facer's uganda adventures. now, i can't give you direct quotes or anything, because there is a very official disclaimer at the end of the emails telling me i can't reveal the information to anyone else, but i can paraphrase how it made me feel.
jeffrey facer: i love you.
the amount of happiness that his words brought me literally made me cry.
it kind of trumped the friendly seagull.
which brings me to my next point.

it's all about perspective.
that's my cliché of the week.
maybe the "happiness" fantastic mr. fox brought me didn't count because it wasn't as strong as the kind affection brought.
what is real happiness?
do you need the complexity of relationships to provide you true joy in life?
or maybe what lewis didn't realize is that the happiness that this affection ends up taking away balances out with the huge amount it initially gives.
since love is the ultimate contradiction.
that must be why i find so much joy in the simple pleasures in life:
accidentally ending up at the santa monica pier, but responding with windows down and sheryl crow blasting.
being reminded of my love for the o.c. while buying my $5 rooney concert ticket.
living with people i love, with more people i love down the hall...all 10 minutes from the beach.
being told that i look like winona ryder in heathers. hello flattery.
making eye contact with cute boys at the book store.
finding a $4 sunshine colored bow hair comb at urban.
but most importantly, celebrating miss kate's twentieth birthday from a couple states away.
love you katiedid91.

and i'm sure joshy would love you too.

happy tuesday everyone, make it a pensive one.

p.s. shout out to caroline for actually keeping up with follow the sun. love you carrot. 

28 July 2011

take pleasure in the details.


city and colour
alex clare
big fun

my morning jacket

lupe fiasco

ra ra riot

red hot chili peppers

how very.

could someone please explain to me why i have such a fascination with europe?
i mean, of course, i'd be happy to travel anywhere...but there's something about europe.
i would love to go to the south of france (particularly saint-tropez) and just go shopping every day and eat crêpes with nutella. could i get any more typical?
someday i'll get there.
i've started journaling. life isn't nearly as dark as you seem to think it is if you just get it all out and smile a little. although, today i read an essay by amy cunninghan on how women use smiles as a front for their real feelings. as oscar wilde once said, "a woman's face is her work of fiction".
my new obsession with the movie heathers has made me that much more pessimistic. i have this idea of this person that i want to be and she is so much more optimistic than the real cece. my teen angst years are supposed to be over...oh well. maybe when i get to france.
but continuing on that note - who i want to be. all that be happy with who you are crap is just that - crap. we wouldn't be anywhere if we didn't want to be something else than we are! isn't that what we're heading towards? an extreme that we'll never reach? we're just modified versions of everything we've ever wanted - isn't that sad? ...the cynicism is creeping back in.
forgive me, i'll count my blessings later.
there are just times in life when you can't talk and get it out. it's like what's going on inside of you is too private even for the air to hear. why is that? where is that fear of openness coming from? i have a blog...somehow i'm contradicting.
on another note, some people just need to grow up.
where do they get off? i mean, really?
i'll spare you the details but i just thought i'd throw that out there.

not having a facebook is so nice. and i miss it much less than usual.

just a warning...more schizophrenic rants to come.

oh, and as for the new header: i thought follow the sun deserved a fresh start.

15 July 2011

"i've got no problem explaining what my lyrics are about"

oh, to be adele.
although, i have to say, i like her first album even better.

i don't even know where to start with this one. besides my mother, of course, this woman is my idol. i really don't know how to approach my admiration without sounding cheesy, but she's just so powerful. today, i was thinking about how she remade love song by the cure. the lyrics "whatever words i say, i will always love you"...don't they just sound like they would typically come from a man? there's something about her music that just doesn't have boundaries. she says the things we're scared to say. now, don't get me wrong, i'm not going all 'power to the women' over here...i'm more just getting at 'power to the adeles of the world'. singing to every song on the two albums we've been graced with in my car has become a favorite past time. tickets to her august concert though? $200...someday i'll get there. i'm still waiting on blink, too. anyway, just had to have a dedication. adele, chili peppers, and a newly discovered alex clare have taken over the summer. ta ta for now (in a british accent).

12 July 2011


i've been really into list-making lately, so i thought i'd mix a list of things i love with a playlist.
here ve go.

2. crushed ice.
3. jack johnson - [never know].
4. arnold palmers.
5. the smiths - [this charming man].
6. [red].
7. the jackson pit - [sleepyhead i want you back].

8. the cameos in date night - james franco and marky mark in one movie? jesssss.

9. red hot chili peppers - [by the way].
10. this.
8. summer activities involving siestas, craft fairs, water balloon fights & sidewalk chalk.

05 July 2011


i came to a realization...
literally, i hate them:
birthdays, christmas (although i do love christmas season, the actual holiday is just never what it's cracked up to be), new years, valentine's day (but really, who likes valentine's day?),
which brings me to the 4th of july.
seeing america in a state of permanent drunkenness for the day is just not appealing to me, call me crazy.
and what makes people think it's okay to post pictures of them with alcohol on facebook?
don't get me wrong, it's not the underage drinking i'm annoyed with, it's the stupid display of it all over facebook.
being a drunken whore is actually not cool, and putting it on facebook just furthers the embarrassment you should've felt in the first place when you fell into that bush.
anyway, sorry for being a little pessimistic over here.
holidays just make me grumpy.
so you know what?
happy july 5th...cheers to no holidays today.

but anyway, [on a lighter note].

i might be grumpy, but i'm still following the sun.
and the other day i bought a charm necklace that says:
delight in the day.
many people were questioning me on exactly what that meant, and i made it very clear that i think it's a more innocent way of enjoying your day.
you know, the little things like...
picking the dandelion on the side of the road to make a wish.
eating min's kitchen or trader joe's crispy pasadena salad.
wearing a daisy in your hair.
petting a cat.
holding hands.
dancing to your favorite song.
etc. etc. etc.
so i'll end on that note:
don't forget to not only enjoy your day, but also
delight in it.

24 June 2011

dressed like a wedding cake.

well, unfortunately, i have gotten sick again.
so, in an effort to cheer myself up, i am making a list of...

things that made me happy yesterday:

1. the hour long adventure i went on last afternoon to find my cell phone - including a baby and ending in success.
2. discovering [this gem].
3. a barbeque in honor of my best friend jeffrey - more to come on that subject.
4. spilling mango twist juice all over my shoulders and hair and laughing instead of getting upset.
5.standing in my kitchen, eating chocolate cake and chicken, and talking to the people i love most in life.
6. "gardening" with k8.
7. sniffing lemons.
8. making my top 5 movies ever list:
1) into the wild
2) the fighter
3) almost famous
4) sunshine cleaners
5) saw
(yes, you read that correctly...saw is in my top 5)
9. continuously falling in love with adele.
10. the idea of evolutionary telephone: one time, i talked about how we probably remember less than a quarter of all the thoughts we have. so because of that, it would make sense that our minds have adapted to this, and formed a method of remembering as much as it can by tweaking thoughts together to form one. there also has to be endless amounts of information in our subconscious that actually comes from someone else's ideas rather than our own, we just don't remember hearing it. in other words, there's more than just a possibility that all of our ideas are ones that have been passed down since the beginning of time, just tweaked a little by our subconscious.

11. finding happiness all over the internet:

ps happiest of birthdays to jacob! knock the socks off of all those byu-ers.