slug.

"tell me, what have you done in your dreams? 
have you climbed kilimanjaro? 
have you swam across the sea? 
let him be, let him be. 
still he has the time for me. 
and i'll pray for his safety, 
across the sprinklered sidewalk 
to his home in the shrubs."


-canoe

scarf.

so remember this post?
and then this post?
well.
i have obviously spent too much time blogging about my red scarf.
but.
the other day i was cleaning my room.
there is this crevice between by bed and the wall where things tend to gravitate towards.
i decided to clean it out.
i found about thirteen dirty socks.
and my red scarf.
"ohh..." i thought, "i didn't even realize i had lost this again..."
then, to my horror, i looked up at the small adhesive hook on my wall designated for scarf-hanging.
my red scarf was there.
twilight zone?
or.
i've been wearing a stranger's scarf for the past two weeks.
because i didn't mention that i found my scarf at byu's lost and found in the basement of the wilk.
i was positive that i had left it in the jkb.


alas, it was eaten by the black hole that is the crevice.

bieber.

okay. he's kind of a big deal, so i've heard. i guess his movie's great and he cut his hair. glee was dedicated to him and tweenage girls love him. 


but.
i. don't. care.


stop blastin' him downstairs.
that's right, i'm talkin' to you, number twelve.
i'm the youngest one in this apartment complex, okay?
which means i should probably be the obnoxious one with my pop music a-blastin'.


but.
i. don't. care.


my bedtime is in an hour.
let me study.


much obliged.




on another note.
santa jorge was the vrrybest.

well, that was homeless of us.

compliments.

today as i was walking home from school, a jogger ran past me, stopped, turned around and said, "you're hair looks really pretty." stunned, i mumbled a mere, "thank you." and she was off. 


surprised and slightly confused, because i didn't feel that my hair looked any prettier than usual, i watched the jogger as she turned the corner past my complex.


then i saw her stop and compliment another passerby.


now knowing that my hair was not so enthrallingly gorgeous that she just couldn't help but stop, i felt slightly betrayed by this stranger.


then it hit me. she probably just jogs around provo all day, complimenting anyone she passes.


GENIUS.


okay, probably not. but i feel like it was a mighty fine coincidence because i woke up this morning humming this song, which is out of the ordinary.


so: have i cheered up the sad, and made someone feel glad? if not, i have failed indeed.

lovers.

couple #1: two most awkward people on the planet. man: slicked back hair, red-and-faded-too-small-turtle-neck, baggy-and-yet-still-too-short-cargo-pants, 90's hiking boots, chewing gum obnoxiously. woman: sportin' those glasses that change from sunglasses when you go indoors, too-tight-button-up-blouse, bedazzled jeans, nail file in hand. both: sharing a sucker.


couple #2: semi-normal appearing. woman: innocently microwaving her t.v. dinner. man: sneaking. embraces her from behind. woman: turns around into an excited hug. embrace for some time. microwave beeps. continue embracing and she begins to kiss his neck. me: standing there, awkwardly, waiting to microwave my cup-o-noodle.


couple #3: (my personal favorite-i actually LOL'd when i saw them) completely and 100% normal looking. sitting across from each other at a booth. both studying their respective textbooks. look down. no, lower. no shoes. either of them. their feet engaging in an intense session of footsies. think kip and lafawnduh. that's exactly how it was.


these six people are the reason i finished zero homework during my lunch break.

dove.

today a dove chocolate wrapper told me that my smile was my best accessory.
what if my smile looked like this?

they don't know.

happy as a hippo.

"it's like zee storee of zee heepo. zee heepopotomoose, he is not born saying, 'cool beans, i am a heepo.' no way, joesay. so he try to paint zee stripe on heemself to be like zee zebra, but he fool no one. then he try to put zee spot on zee skin to be like zee leopard, but everybody know he is a heepo. so, at certain point, he look himself in zee mirror and he just say, 'hey, i am a heepopotomoose and zere is nothing i can do about it.' and, as soon as he accepts zees, he live life happy. happy as a heepo. you understand?"


wise words from a half naked man.

love.

♥♥♥because it is valentine's day, i feel it necessary to post about the love of my life.♥♥♥

dear love,

i know it's cliché, but i want you to know that i've loved you since the day i was born. we had some rough times through childhood, when i felt my parents were forcing you upon me.

i know now that i was wrong to push you away.

there are no words to express the gratitude i feel in my heart that you are in my life, and how you make every night so special.  

you are my best friend, my one true love, my one and only.

loving you is the only thing that makes life worth living. day by day, my love for you becomes overwhelming, and i can't handle not being with you at for least 33.33% of my time.

a day without you in my life is like a day without sunshine, a day without food, or a day without air. i need you in my life to keep me happy. you give me the strength when i just can't stay awake any longer and i truly treasure that. every moment spent 

together is like a dream.

you complete me. 

when we're older with a family and a home of our own, we'll look back at the times when i ignored you so i could do homework and study for tests and we'll laugh and know that our love was strong enough to overcome that. my love for you will never fade, i'm still crazy about you, baby.

love always,

ash♥

the jimmer.

"i wrote this talk while watching the basketball game last night. i knew i would be able to get inspiration from watching jimmer play."

oh, the jimmermania is endless.

he's so inspirational.

another dream.

okay, so i don't exactly want to make this blog about my insane dreams... but last night i had a dream that i was an undercover alpaca and it was my duty to track down a group of terrorists and save the you es of eh. it was rather stressful. and it wasn't even weird to me that i was an alpaca. i remember waking up and thinking, "that was horrifying, having to save the country and all...wait...i was an alpaca." 

kenneth.

last night i had a dream that i invited this man (in character as this man) to church with me. 
we had a fantastic time and then he got baptized. 
the end.

doesn't he look happy?

rabid bunny.

this afternoon i was overcome by that feeling that only us females can feel.

don't worry lindsey, i'm 92% sure you're the only one who reads my blog, anyway.

needless to say, i popped some of these and let myself be overcome by napzilla for two hours.

then i decided to eat some soup.

caution: though it sells for a mere 49 cents, do not give in. not worth it. 

well, that's my little tidbit for the day. don't buy progresso high fiber soup, homestyle minestrone.

although it is 28% daily value of fiber.

two things.

first:

great^^

second:

need to stay here ^^

better.

okay, because i know you were all panicking about my lost llama, i decided to update.


i found my scarf.


i found my llama.


my bangs have slightly calmed down.


it's less cold today.


i aced my accounting test.


my roommate made strange cookies that taste delicious.


so, my life is pretty freakin' magnificent at this very moment.


also, i kind of like this:

complaints.

lost.
red scarf.
 this one:

llama pin.
looked like this:
but smaller, and less alive looking.

gone.
forever.
sad day.


also:
i gave myself a haircut today.
horrible idea.
instead of looking like this:

it came out more along the lines of somewhere between this:

and this:

also:
it's cold.


also:
i still have hours of accounting homework to do before my test tomorrow.


so what if i just want to complain?!
it's my blog. okay?!
get off my back.

furthermore: (like that? mixin' it up.)

my roommate just set off the fire alarm in my apartment. which actually made my day a little better. so this part doesn't actually belong in the list of complaints.