I woke up at 3:30 this morning and just felt like something was wrong. On the (extremely) rare occasion that I wake up between going to sleep and my alarm going off, I can always fall back asleep within a matter of seconds. Not last night. I laid there, discontent and exhausted. And after about fifteen minutes I heard the gentle hum of my phone ( Read more... )

I am lamenting the end of summer while at the same time delighting in the spring-like fall weather. I wish fall lasted longer in Utah, because I love that oh-so-comfy-in-bed feeling that makes both going to sleep and waking up such a nice experience. When fall ends, the joy of waking up is stripped from you when letting a hand/foot/arm out of the ( Read more... )

I went to Coachella again, a last-minute thing that was well worth the money and the time (whether or not it was worth whatever it did to my car is yet to be determined. I don't know how much this is going to cost). The company was quite awkward/miserable most of the time, and I only went to the second day, but I'm glad I got to go at all. And ( Read more... )

Thelma & Louise rocks.

I like electronic music. Who knew I was this sort of girl ( Read more... )

Drew's moving in with Whitney and I for a while. I never would've guessed I'd be so excited about the idea of sharing my room.

Today as I'm getting ready, I think to myself, "I should check what's at Coachella this year," a thought which I now believe was divine inspiration, because tickets go on sale today, and there's soooo much that I want to see ( Read more... )

The truth is, I really love online surveys. Doing them and reading them. I restrain myself the rest of the year, but now it's time. There's one here, and a different one in my myspace. They're easy enough to ignore if you hate them ( Read more... )

I had a dream last night that I got in a fight with a crazy guy at a New Years party and he punched me in the head. I woke up crying because my face hurt so bad. Sinus infection = suck. I am pretty confident this is the most pain I have been in in years. I've spent the last hour figuring out positions that ease the pressure just a little bit. For ( Read more... )

This is a stupid thing to write about. It seems this little entry would be more at home locked inside a small pink book, on a page beginning, "Dear Diary," and followed by complaints about how my mom is just so unfair. Oh well ( Read more... )