for papa.

Noise, by Pooh.

Oh, the butterflies are flying,
Now the winter days are dying,
And the primroses are trying
To be seen.

And the turtle-doves are cooing,
And the woods are up and doing,
For the violets are blue-ing
In the green.

Oh, the honey-bees are gumming
On their little wings, and humming
That the summer, which is coming
Will be fun.

And the cows are almost cooing,
And the turtle-doves are mooing,
Which is why a Pooh is poohing,
In the sun.

For the spring is really springing;
You can see a skylark singing,
And the blue-bells, which are ringing,
Can be heard.

And the cuckoo isn't cooing,
But he's cucking and he's ooing,
And a Pooh is simply poohing
Like a bird.



from The House at Pooh Corner, by A.A. Milne




when i was little, my dad would read us this book. this poem by pooh always made us laugh and laugh and laugh. and it still makes me laugh. and i can hear my dad reading it. and it makes me happy.

just some things.

i love you spring! you sunburned my left arm, but that is ok. you also gave me a weird tan line on my back, but i can overlook that. i am just happy that the sun is back out and school is almost over!

i get to go to the zoo tomorrow, i will be sure to take a million photos. as usual.

ronnie is so adorable. i want to squeeze her all the time. i don't know how normal it is to be completely obsessed with your cat, and to always be telling your boyfriend to come look at the cute way she is resting on the bed, but i don't care. i love her.











i started harry potter arm. it is beautiful. jake miller at 11th street is doing it. jake fucking ROX. he is in my blog list so go look at his stuff. it is awesome. i will post one picture of it because i feel weird showing it. it is strange having people ask me if they can see my arm and asking why i got a harry potter tattoo and asking what a time turner is. read the books. duh. i cannot wait to add more to it! i love it oh so much.



and if you live in salt lake, and are in town on may 2, then you better be coming to the salty streets flea market at kilby court, or i will be way ticked off. i am going to be selling kick ass cat shirts and shorts and undies. and there are going to be a million other things to look at and snacks to eat and bands to listen to. look at the poster:



so everyone please come! it is only 2 dollars to get in, and it is going to be amazing.

i think that is it for now.

oh wait, we bought a wii!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

girl crush.

boomer/sharon/athena/number eight/whatever

grace park is a babe.
i wish i could erase battlestar out of my brain so i could watch it again for the first time.

oh. my. god.

thank you brian brown for sharing this beautiful beautiful video. i cannot believe this is real.
(ps if you are reading this from facebook, go to my blog to watch it. you will not be sorry)

girl crush.

so word on the street is that clemence poesy is in salt lake right now. i want to see her. and get her autograph (i am a huge dork)
she is a babe.
and she has awesome style.
AND
she is FLEUR DELACOUR!!!














and here is ronnie with her fanny pack hanging on my arm. just because.

dear friends

stop driving home when you have been drinking. you are being stupid and extremely selfish. you are putting yourself at risk every single time you do it. and you are also putting others at risk. how would you feel if you hit someone?
i am happy to pick you up. you know i rarely go out. please call me next time before you do something stupid.

hello

i suddenly have 22 followers, and i think i know who half of them are.
it kind of freaks me out that strangers can just stumble upon my blog, how did they find me? and am i really interesting enough to follow?
weird.

sometimes...

like today, i want to punch someone real hard. right on the mouth.

i am such a debbie downer lately, everything puts me in a bad mood. everything pushes me over the edge.
boo.

like today for example, i called my pharmacy to refill my insulin. i have BARELY enough to eat things today. just barely. so i call in and they tell me i am out of refills. strange, because last month they said the same thing. they faxed my doctor and he sent in the refill. the box my insulin came in said i had TEN REFILLS. i am not sure how it went from ten to zero, but whatever. my diabetes doctor is not practicing anymore. last month around the 24th i received a letter saying he was no longer seeing patients, and that all future appointments were cancelled. so now i have to find a new doctor. fucking awesome. i doubt anyone knows a good diabetes doctor. maybe megan facer?

anyway, i just wanted to whine some more on the internet so i hopefully don't freak out at trevor or start crying randomly.

this is how i feel right now.

i feel crazy.

stupid winter. stupid SAD. i wish that it would hurry up and be spring already. i am so antsy for it to be sunny and somewhat pleasant again. i have early spring cleaning fever too. my life feels like it is in shambles right now, i want to deep clean and organize everything, sadly, i have little time to do this. maybe i will take a day off and get rid of a lot of the crap that is in my apartment.

i am suffering big time from seasonal affective disorder this winter. so is trevor. i started taking st john's wort and iron supplements a couple of days ago. hopefully that helps a bit. and vitamin D. i should get my lazy ass to the gym, that would probably help a lot too. but one thing at a time for now.





luckily trevor and i have each other and our little beast to keep us happy. she is amazing. except when chewing through chords. that is not so nice. she is getting so big, i want her to stay small. but at the same time i am excited to see just how monstrous she is will be. trevor and i both think she is going to be a giant cat.

dance you slaves.

dance for our amusement.

happy bday papa.