lets get one thing strait:

i don't like the pharmacy
and the pharmacy doesn't like me

we both understand each other.
there's no animosity here.
just a general and accepted dislike for the other.

i never seem to have everything they want me to.

and yesterday was no exception.

first try:
i give them all my cards,
my insurance,
my coupons,
my soul,
my old prescription.

no go.
they need other cards.
other numbers.

okay fine.
phone mom and dad.

come back,
give them what I think they want...

they accept it.

thank heavens.

what's the catch?
come back in an hour.
mkay fine.

come back 2 hours later (just to make sure).
gotta wait 15 more minutes...

have a nice little chat with the pharmacist.
guess what I found out?

this little prescription of mine...
would normally cost me
700 bones
thank heavens for my insurance that only got it down to
so double thank heavens for the coupon I had that dropped the whole ridiculous package down to a lovely and reasonable
oh dear pharmacy.
I'll keep giving you a wide birth for both our sakes if you don't mind.


new and improved

oh my goodness, 
finally the testing center got a face lift

the walls have been whitewashed
the windows have been scrubbed
and thank heavens someone took all those ugly weeds down from off the window sills and replaced them with actual flowers

just makes taking a test so much more enjoyable...

sort of.

but don't worry,
those faded, multicolored motivational  posters from the 80's in their lovely wood frames are still going strong.

p.s. did anyone else not know that the testing center is really the Heber J. Grant building??
Why would you name the testing center in the first place?
Because, really, I'm pretty sure no one wants it...



why is it that football time goes so much slower than real time?

picture this:
you're sitting there, 
in the east bleachers...
(tiny exaggeration)
but you're waitingggg,
waiting for half time because half time means
and a drink 
and relief from this ridiculous heat

and there are 10 minutes left on the clock

you think,
"10 minutes?  I can handle that, no big deal, don't freak out"


in football time one minute is actually the equivalent of two minutes

most of the time... 

when there's an injury
or a foul 
or a time out
or a fumble
or a touchdown
or everything else that happens in football

that's when one minute actually ends up being equal to three or four minutes

and half time never comes
so you roast 
and then decide to leave when there are still 5 minutes on the clock till the half

because, gosh darn it, football time takes too long



what happens when...

you start a new semester
you just switched to a new major
you just began a new relationship
you just got one new roommate
and you just moved into a new apartment complex

well, blogging gets put on the back burner
I promise I haven't fallen off the face of the earth
...I'm just swamped.

post something more than pictures and a couple words soon.



a visit

does a friday afternoon get any better than this?

i submit that it does not.



{ phase 1 }

walls bare
boxes piled recklessly high
floor scarce
bed almost impossible to find

{ phase 2 }

slightly less boxes
 organization starting to emerge
floor slightly more visible

{ phase 3 }

evolution complete
pictures on walls
clothes put away

and thank goodness i can find my bed now

operation organization accomplished.

total time i lived in a mess of somewhat organized chaos: 
1 week

total time its been organized and i just kept forgetting to post this:
3 weeks


eaten alive

I understand if you spend 3 hours laying outside on the grass at the park in  
and a T-shirt 
on a warm Utah night...

you're gonna get a couple mosquito bites.

alright you're gonna get a lot of mosquito bites.

I got a lot of mosquito bites.

but spending 20 minutes outside on the phone in the cold mountain air in
a jacket, 
and closed toed shoes??

I've got bites on my upper thighs for heavens sake!

How did they even get up there??

This is getting ridiculous mosquitos.
My O- does not taste that good.
I'm breaking out the bug spray next time boys.
This means war.


just peachy

But seriously, somebody tell me that one of the best parts about summer isn't the fruit?
I dare you.
That's right.

This, my friends, is the beautiful sight I've had the pleasure of waking up to every morning for the last two weeks:

And the best part is that we used to have a box full of these little beauties.
Full to the brim in fact.
So full we were giving them away because we were worried they would go bad (heaven forbid) before we could eat all of them.
I've been eating peaches for breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert.


And I'm not even close to being sick of them yet.

Fall fruits 
{ here's looking at you apples }
ya'll got nothing on my peaches.



today was Wednesday

that means classes straight from 9:00 til 2:00
that means notes and lectures and professors and powerpoints
that means having to pay attention and (occasionally) making comments

but never fear my friends

today was a good Wednesday
a great Wednesday

shall i tell you why?

a FREE Josh Ritter download
that's why.

today was good Wednesday

but don't worry,
your Wednesday can be good too
just go here
and start smiling

p.s. Josh it would be greatly appreciated if you'd jump ship from your European/ UK tour and just come back and play for me in Salt Lake?
thanks in advance.

danny & annie

Danny & Annie from StoryCorps on Vimeo.


things to do...

why didn't I make this list earlier??

curse you fall and your crisp, chilly nights that are slowly taking over

i can't walk around barefoot all the time anymore...
and i had to pull out a jacket on Sunday night...

stay warm for me for just a little bit longer September?

please, oh please, oh please



I can't help it.
I got addicted.
Not to any illegal substances,
Not to some online video game that will completely consume my life until I loose all pigment in my skin from sitting inside on the computer all day,
Not to adrenaline inducing extreme sports.
It's worse.
And I'm afraid the only cure is a plane ticket...

I'm having withdraws  from 
London, England.

In an attempt to compensate for my British fever I heard that Provo has its own little farmer's market on Saturday mornings down off Center.
I am so there.

I miss the open markets.
 I miss the crowds of people shopping.
I miss the endless booths of merchandise and antiques.

This was what I really wanted to see yesterday morning:

This is what I got:

I was a little disappointed.



Love (3)

Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,
        Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack
        From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
        If I lack'd anything.

"A guest," I answer'd, "worthy to be here";
        Love said, "You shall be he."
"I, the unkind, the ungrateful? ah my dear,
        I cannot look on thee."
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
        "Who made the eyes but I?"

"Truth, Lord, but I have marr'd them; let my shame
        Go where it doth deserve."
"And know you not," says Love, "who bore the blame?"
        "My dear, then I will serve."
"You must sit down," says Love, "and taste my meat."
        So I did sit and eat. 

-George Herbert


rise & shout

because there is at least one good thing about the fall...

and no I don't mean bouquets of sharpened pencils
or the leaves changing
or school shopping 
or that wonderful autumn chill in the air
(okay, there's a lot of things I like about fall)

but this particular thing starts on Saturday

I'll give you a hint:

Yes, I'm ridiculously excited about football season.