56 Ford Fairlane Convertible

Meet my dream car.

Isn't she a beaut?

Some Notes

Dear Frohike,

Isn't it funny?

I don't know how I made it to 19 without you.

Fanks for being there when I'm whiny.

And when I'm sad and lonely.

And when I have the mean reds.

And when I have weird dreams that are too inappropriate to share with anyone.

And for every other time that I can tell you anything, even when it's dumb.

(Especially when it's dumb.)
And for being the only person who understands me completely musically.

If you were a boy, I'd chase you to the ends of the earth.

Thank goodness you're not, so I can just have you whenever I want without having to worry about all those complicated emotions.

Come back soon.

Because I miss you.

(And I'm getting the mean reds and you're so good at keeping them away.)

Love, Mulder

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Dear Word Girl,

Really? Japan? It's so so far!

But not even a whole ocean could change my love for you.

Hurry home with lots of stories to tell me.

My love for you is like a loving river of loving love.

Dear Boy,

Really? No.

I do not want to be your friend.

Today.
Maybe tomorrow.

You are a male siren in all your hot glory. I'm plugging my ears.

Dear 30 Rock,

Thanks for making me laugh out loud last night.

Dear Danielle,

You are amazing.

From Swan Princess to Spanish help to German pancakes.

I need you there for all of it.

Best neighbor ever.

Dearest Michelle,

Our dinner party is going to be the classiest opening event of the Spring season.

I can't wait.

Dear Utah,

Giving me a ticket was stupid.

I did not cause that wreck!!!!

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Dear Legs,

Suck it up.

Walking and bicycling is good for you.

If you behave, I'll find you a good running trail and maybe take you hiking.

Dear Body,

Thanks for slimming down and tanning so nicely.

You're looking good these days.

Dear San Francisco,
I'm looking for schools and apartments.
I'll be back soon.

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Dear A Fine Frenzy,

Could you get any better?
I want to be you, Alison Sudol.

xoxo

Injuries

Holler!
So not too many of my injuries are visible, besides those viscious bruises and what Elfie refers to as "the hickey on my boob" (which isn't really a hickey, but a scrape. And it is closer to my collarbone than my boob...).

But there is some inner damage: a slightly torn ligament in my neck, bruised sternum and ribs, and the rest is in my back, but I don't really know how to explain it, not being a doctor and all.

Car Crash

Okay, so I wrecked my car. Poor Pinkerton! He is very angry at me. I feel awful abandoning him to the junkyard. But he is gone.


See?

I must say, it was the scariest thing I have ever been through, but I did find out how wonderful my friends really are. Elfie not only had her wisdom teeth removed less than a week before, but had just come down with the flu. And she still came down as soon as I called. (But we aren't friends. I don't even like her.)

Jessica left work to come get me from Urgent Care (rock on, BYU Health Center!) and helped me clean out poor Pinkerton. Anything I need, these girls are there. I am so lucky. Three days and I already miss them.


I will show you my injuries tomorrow.


Addendum: Has anyone else noticed that the date on my camera is screwy? This most definitely happened on May 4th, not April 15th. Weird.

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
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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.

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