Validation

New Happily Ever After Plan

I will live my life as a lobsterman's wife on an island in the blue bay.

He will take care of me, he will smell like the sea,
And close to my heart he'll always stay.

I will bear three girls all with strawberry curls, little Ella and
Nelly and Faye.
While I'm combing their hair, I will catch his warm stare
On our island in the blue bay.

Far away far away, I want to go far away.
To a new life on a new shore line.
Where the water is blue and the people are new.
To another island, in another life.

I want to go far away.
Away away, I want to go far away, away, away
I want to go far away, far away.

Thanks to Ingrid Michaelson, I have a new life plan: Move to Maine, find a lobsterman, and live happily ever after. Possibly in a lighthouse.

via Jo

Word of the Day

Alas:
An interjection of sorrow, grief or apprehension of evil.

Please do not use it in place of "therefore" (meaning "as a result..."). It bothers me. That is all.

Desperation

How desperate are you for some action?

Waking Up Laughing

This morning I woke up to someone saying, "S***!!!" Why? Because they were late for work. Is this a nice thing to wake up to? Probably not. But is it better than the "crescent moon" ring tone that has been waking me up? Yes. Much better. So keep on waking up late little roomie. Keep on waking up late.


via Daily Painters

All is well

Spring is coming and there is magic in the world. All is well.


via Abbey

Good, Better, Bests

Good: Not having to go in to work

Better: Taking a two hour nap

Best: Having a wonderful friend who fixed my car for me!

Thank You Thank You Thank You Ben!

You are my hero of the day/week/month/possibly year and I will miss you in the summer.
Pinkerton is back on his feet! Whoo hoo!

Crazy moment:

Making pizza and washing the hot pads at the same time
=
Me looking around and, realizing that Heather is too high from her root canal to care, whipping off my shirt and using it to remove the pizza from the oven.

New Addictions

Peonies! What have you done to me? Created a monster, that's for sure.

Reiss

So good! One day, I will not be a poor college student, but a successful young woman that can spend glorious amounts on clothing like this. I can't wait.

This is the last time. Promise!

Okay maybe promise is too strong a word. But anyways, I think I have decided on a major. (Remember how I don't like Humanities anymore? Thanks a lot, Dr. Call.)

(insert drum roll)

Communications with an emphasis in Public Relations and a minor in English.

Honestly, I am the most indecisive person I know.

Dreaming again

I want this bedroom.


And this couch.
English Muse

Word of the Week

Exsanguinate:

To drain a body of blood. Vampires do this. And I am looking for an opportunity to use it this week. Wish me luck!

And while I'm dreaming...

I want a cat. A black one.
Thank you Tina

Ballerinas

Lately (meaning the last week or so) I have been lamenting the fact that I am not a ballerina. There is something haunting and mesmerizing about them. I want to be one of them. How am I to accomplish this?

1. Conquer my clumsiness. i.e. Stop tripping over air and falling off bikes.
2. Drop out of school and practice all day every day.
3. Lose at least 40 pounds, because we all know that a ballerina can't weigh over 100 pounds.
4. Buy a tutu.
5. Move to New York.
Thanks Tina and Peony

This is how I feel...

Bored. Depressed, maybe? Like I'm waiting for the rest of my life to start. Like someone dressed me up against my will.

P.S. Thanks Kenzie!

This Too Shall Pass

Even Superman has kryptonite. And if he has something that brings him to his knees and makes him cry out, then I feel like it is okay that I hurt. It is okay that I cry. It is okay that there are some things that are too big for me to deal with on my own. It's okay. And best of all, it will be okay. This too shall pass.

Thanks Ryan Shrupe and the Rubber Band

Favorite Quote of the Day

"This is like Shakespeare meets Twilight!"

~Leigh referring to the paper that Dr. Call wrote where he made us believe that the Mel Gibson Hamlet is about vampires. It worked.

Dreaming

As the weather warms up and we begin to enjoy floaty dresses and picnics, I find myself dreaming of the ocean and counting down the days until I see it again. This summer, there is nothing stopping me from going each week. No outrageous gas prices, no vindictive schedulers, no angry rain. Just me. And I am going. You are welcome to come along, but only if you understand the enchantment. Only if you find solace in the sunshine, sand, and swirling waters. Only if you value the solitary. Only if you allow me my calm moments before pestering me with the frisbee or the kite, because I simply cannot resist the childlike feeling that those things give me. And if we get a sailboat, well, I just might be in heaven.

Thanks Jo!

Famous People

If you could star with any old time actor in a movie, who would it be?

John Wayne?

Cary Grant?

James Dean?

Gregory Peck?Who?

1. John
2.Cary
3.James
4. Gregory

And what about actresses?

Audrey Hepburn?

Katherine Hepburn?

Grace Kelly?
I'm curious here. Who would it be?
1. Audrey
2. Katherine
3. Grace

Bests and Worsts Today

Best: Macy told me all about a "cowboy" song today that she loves and wanted me to hear. Jody finally figured out what the heck this little four year old was talking about and we soon had Boot Scoot Boogie blasting while Macy sang along to every word. I tell ya, that girl has great taste.

Worst: Realizing that I need to learn to forgive. No, that I need to want to learn to forgive, but still refusing to.

Sorry

Yes, I realize that Roman Romances does not belong on the Lovely Things list, but I'm sorry. I am not creating a list for blogs that I am guiltily reading. So there is will stay. I apologize for any inconvenience or discomfort that this may cause you. No, I am not a sucker for gossip. And yes, I secretly dream of having enough romance in my life to make it onto that blog. I have a feeling that Elfie might make it there before me. Maybe.

Welcome Welcome!

Spring is here! All over campus there are people lying on the grass, there is music being played, and free otter pops right outside the Wilk. Birds are singing, there is no need for sweaters, and the daffodils are starting to show their faces. The pansies have recovered from the brutal attack of last week's snow storm and I am in awe of their stamina. There is a nest with two little eggs in it right outside my window, and the green buds of life are starting to show on all the trees. Hurrah for spring!


via Larissa

Heroes

Amelia, of course.
Her outfit is good too. I feel like pencil skirts go very well with cute leather bomber jackets. That's all.

via Now Voyager

Pinkerton

My car was admitted to the hospital yesterday. Roommate's boyfriends are good for something after all. Pinkerton? Yes, that is his name. He is ugly. He is a pain. But I love him. And I rescued him from someone who confused his gender and had the gall to call him Athena, Warrior Goddess. And now he is in pain. It hurt him every time I shifted, using all the strength in my right arm, which, let's face it, isn't that much. But still. And yesterday when he was billowing clouds of smoke which made it hard to see, I felt like he was throwing up. Poor Pinkerton. It doesn't help that all his paint is coming off. Dear Pinkerton,
If you get better, I promise to be nicer. I promise to paint you a lovely boy color, not the pink I've been threatening. I promise to clean you out more often and not throw my water bottles into your backseat. I promise to vacuum you every week and not let there still be autumn leaves on your floors in March. And I will even get your right headlight fixed from where that girl's hubcap knocked into it. I know it's been giving you a headache. I promise to get you covered parking next semester when the snows come. I promise to stop abusing you and start treating you like you deserve. Promise.
Love,
Your Reyna

Sorry, I Have Weddings On the Mind?

Maybe. But consider it found. My dress.


I don't really know who this person is. But I saw these pictures randomly on Facebook forever ago and have been looking ever since. Because I want this dress. For now anyways.

The Four Best Flowers (in my opinion, of course!)

The Peony

The Poppy

The Tulip

And The Garden Rose


None of which are to be trifled with.
1. Peonies and Garden Roses
2. Poppies
3. Tulips

To Do or Not To Do

My childhood best friend just got her bridals done and they are wonderful. I hope she doesn't care that I am posting one or two. Or four. I can't help it! I must share the gloriousness!

I have mixed feelings about bridals. On the one hand, they are lovely, providing the couple with beautiful photos that cut the hassle and worry of Wedding Day Meets Photographer right in half.

The other side of me is old-fashioned and says that the groom is NOT allowed to see the bride in her dress before the moment she walks in the room to be married. Come one, people! It's tradition! And a beautiful one, like

"Something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue."

We just can't be messing with it. Isn't the moment priceless when the bride walks in and the groom sees her in all her glory? Let's not mess with that moment.

Thanks to Captured by Mikki

Is Someone Out To Get Me?!?!

I drink a lot of water. We all know this. When I say a lot, I mean like 3-5 liters a day. Well, when you drink lots of water, you visit the ladies room much. Today I was in the art museum (why they have a class in there, I will never know) and I had to stop by the bathroom because my class goes from 5:00-7:00 pm and I would never make it that long. I am like a pregnant woman. But anyways, apparently they put doors that you are not supposed to enter right next to the bathroom and then they decide to put the bathroom sign closest to the door that you are not supposed to go in. Is any of this making sense? To continue, the security guard came over and told me that I wasn't allowed into that other room, that it was locked because it was off limits, not because it was a single bathroom, and I needed to get where I was going. I was embarrassed. And I still had to go to the bathroom.

Thanks Flickr

Fruit Snacks

Someone has been playing with my mind. Today I was eating my favorite fruit snacks (Brach's Treetop! So yummy!) and I realized that the apple and the cherry were stuck together! Not just because they were sticky, but because they were made out of the exact same piece! What the h? The cherry is my least favorite, so I always eat them first (save the best for last) and the apple is one of my favorites besides the strawberry and mixed berry. Now my routine is messed up. And now I am confused. Was the difference in flavors all in my head? And is my imagination strong enough to conjure the strong orangey flavor? I guess so. I guess I am crazy.

Oh and just in case you were wondering, I am not OCD. I eat the fruit snacks in order because I like to, but I am perfectly capable of eating them randomly.

Chinese Food

Have I ever told you how much I love eating out of the little boxes that Chinese food comes in? Not because I love Chinese food, because it is not my favorite. But I feel very cool eating out of those boxes.

Take-out box

March Madness

Three things:

1) This month is March Mulder Madness. If you want to participate, the celebration starts with season 9 as soon as midterms are over. Effhead is making me be responsible with her. I am not sure how I feel about this.

2) It is also Get-a-Boyfriend Month. I know I have been saying this since January and you are starting to think that I am all talk. I am starting to think this too. But I am desperately lonely. There is this cute boy in my Humanities 250 class that always sits next to me and today he smelled so good that I almost did something desperate. Almost. Okay that's a lie, I only thought about doing something desperate.

3) It was like a slap in the face when I walked out of Spanish class to this:
It was awful.
March is is being decidedly unkind by toying with my feelings in such a way. And even after I wrote such a nice note to him...

Bedtime

I am going night night. Okay that was a lie. I am actually going to turn out the light and watch Sexfiles. Hello Mulder...

P.S. Jonathan asked me if I needed anything tonight. Instead of saying some thing like "I need a boyfriend." Or, "Why yes, I am in need of a date this Friday." Or, "Why yes, I would love a private piano concert" (because he plays beautifully), I said something stupid that I don't even remember. I suck. That's all.

Weekend Stuff

It has been a wonderful weekend, full of happiness and light and goodness.

~Temple Square is amazing! Beautiful by day and magical by night. The tulips and daffodils are just beginning to show their lovely little faces and I was immediately besotted.

~Seeing Chrissy is always the highlight of my life. One day we will live in Florida together. Okay probably not, but I can always dream! What would I do without my bestie to do my hair and make me laugh?

~I officially love going places with Tiffany and I loved the story her grandma told us about flashing Howard W. Hunter. I haven't laughed that hard in awhile. I am still giggling thinking about it.

~I started season one of Sexfiles. Of course. It is so good! I can't believe how cute little Mulder and Scully are! Much love. But I will always be sad that Alex Krycek had to die. He was the sexiest thing that ever happened to that show. Besides Mulder in a tshirt.


1. Temple
2. Alex Krycek

Loverly Things

It's possible that I am about to break my promise. I found these pictures forever ago and I can't remember where. But I can't help but share. Ooo they are loverly...