The Choo Choo Monies Club

Dear friends,

I think it is time to introduce you to one of the best parts of my life.
The Choo Choo Monies Club!
Members include
Joey

Jim

Michelle

and Me

We have a few honorary members,
Danielle (she's one of the more permanent ones)

Sam
Emil
Eric
and whoever else joins us.

We also have our own troubadour, Rob. He is also a great cream soda supplier.

Basically, every night for the past month or so, we've gathered at one of our houses and played Choo Choo Monies (more commonly known as Ticket to Ride) and danced and eaten and watched movies.
And it has been awesome.
Now I'm gone to Florida for 6 weeks, but I can't wait to be reunited with my favorite people (besides my family, of course! Jeez, Mom, don't get mad...)

I love you guys!

ps I stole all your pictures off of Facebook. Why don't we take more pictures?

Awkward Acknowledgements

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Tonight I went to the hot tub

(never happening again. It made me itchy.)

with my posse

(more on them coming soon!)

and I saw this girl there.

I think I know her.

I mean, knew her.

Maybe?

I think my brother liked her once.

And I'm pretty certain we went to Girl's Camp together.

She's maybe 2 or more years older than me.

And her name is possibly Olivia.

Sitting less than 4 feet from each other, we did not acknowledge that maybe we might possibly know each other.

Because that's weird.

Right?

It felt weird.

There was nothing I wanted to say.

And I always thought she was snobby anyways, so no need to get into that.

You know what I'm talking about?

It's like, when you sit next to that kid for a whole semester but 2 years later pretend like you've never met when you walk by them on campus. And if you catch their eye and smile, they quickly look the other way or suddenly get a text.

You know exactly what that is.

It's awkward.

zzzzzzzzzz

This post isn't about me being sleepy, although I usually am these days. I just accidentally hit the z button instead of the shift button and was too lazy to change it or think up a clever title.

I've wanted an iphone for awhile now.

But I've restrained myself.

Because, you know, I'm like a really poor college student.

But then they keep coming out with all these cool apps and I keep going over my budget to try and see where I can cut corners to afford paying my own phone bill.

And I could do it.

But common sense holds me back.

Like, how I'd rather spend that money on things like cowboy boots.

And how my laptop is enough of a time sucker.

So I try not to think about how much more convenient it would be to carry around one little gadget instead of both my phone and my ipod.

But my irrational wants aren't the purpose of this post.

Today I read that Steve Jobs (you know, that Apple guy) is against pornography.

Here's a quote (from here).

As you might expect, this has triggered a frenzy among some critics. Ryan Tate, a writer for the Gawker website, sniped at Jobs about suppressing his customers’ “freedom,” prompting Jobs to respond, “Yep, freedom from programs that steal your private data. Freedom from programs that trash your battery. Freedom from porn. Yep, freedom.”

When Tate replied that he didn’t want “freedom from porn,” Jobs answered, “You might care more about porn when you have kids.” In a correspondence with a consumer, Jobs went even further, speaking of his company’s “moral responsibility to keep porn off the iPhone.”

Morality in a major corporation?

I love it.

More information on how and why I feel the way I do about pornography found here.

Developing Some More Musical Skills

The last Boy played guitar
(and sang and wrote songs and performed at local venues and it was lovely...but I digress)
and for the first time ever I wanted to be able to play guitar.
So I'm determined that when I go home in two weeks for the rest of the summer that I'm going to learn.
Because Matthew (remember him?) is going to teach me. He doesn't know this.

And then I saw this case today and was inspired by the vision of myself carrying my guitar on my back as I walk around town.
One day, when I can spend £115 on a guitar case, I will be awesome.

I Can Hear Music

Favorite songs this week include

I Give It All by He is We

Pistol by Dustin Kensrue

Birds by Kate Nash

and Wagon Wheel by Old Crow Medicine Show

Enjoy!

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A List of Weird Things I Do While Sleeping

1. Take off all my clothes

2. Put on all my clothes (including things with tricky hooks and buttons)

3. Take the painting above my bed off the wall and lean it on the other side of the room

4. Put my hair up in a bun

I wonder what it is that I'm dreaming?

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Month to Month

May was not kind to me.

I got in a car wreck.

I got dumped by the nicest, nicest Boy I've ever met.

I missed the bus on a regular basis.

It snowed on the 23rd.

June has already proved nicer.

I got a cheap plane ticket home.

Window Boy saved me in my dumpy car.

And now he's fixing it.

What a hero.

I'm maintaining a decent grade in Spanish.

I've been running every day and I feel good.

I'm living vicariously through Miss Marzipan's love life (an nyoung!)

Jakeb found passes to Seven Peaks water park for half price.

And everything is going to be alright.

Did I mention I'm tan?

For the love of all things decent

Please please go here and share you thoughts with me. What does this mean? As a lover of all things classy, I believe that couples like this one should be shot. I am dead serious. Did you follow the link? You will agree, I'm sure.

Monday Playlist

1. Boys With Girlfriends Meiko

2. Skinny Love Bon Iver (and Ingrid Michaelson's cover of it!)

3. Song for the Angels Great Lake Swimmers

4. Happier A Fine Frenzy

5. Electric Twist A Fine Frenzy

I thought that I'd start sharing some of the songs that have been occupying my time. So here are five that I've thoroughly played to death this past week. Lurve.

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Daily Affirmation

I'm gonna start doing this every single day. Somehow I think life will be easier with that kind of attitude.

My Space

Wanted: The man who lives in this room. He looks awfully amazing.

I feel like the best way you could ever possibly get to know me is by coming up to my room. Everything hanging on the walls, stacked on the bookshelf, and dancing in the closet screams more about who I am than an hour alone with me ever could. Isn't that fascinating?

Because of this, not very many people have been in my current bedroom. It's all me. And that's kind of scary. So if you've actually been in my room (and you don't live with me) then you should feel very special. Because you're one of very few. I mean, a couple people have slipped by, but for the most part, my space is pretty VIP.

Everything You Need

If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.

~Cicero

Dear mom,

You have everything you need.

Although I would add music and me to the list.
So, really, you have it all.

Love,
Flossie

Prom

I don't have the fondest memories of prom. I mean, I was homeschooled. So maybe I'm bitter towards the whole thing. But I went with a friend. Maybe 2 years in a row? I don't remember.

The point is, I don't love the idea of prom. And I hate those dresses. I bring this up because the above picture was on my Facebook home page today. Hopefully 7 of the girls in the picture will have no idea that I think their dresses are hideous. Ok, maybe 7 is a little harsh. I know the girl in the middle in green. I think her dress is lovely. I also think the girl on the end in the aqua color is decently clothed.

But the orange? Really? And the weird color 4th from the right? Prom dresses are already silly and not so classy. What were their parents thinking, letting them walk out looking like 35 year old playboy bunnies? Ok, done ranting.

Keep it classy. Aka don't let your daughters out of the house dressed like that.

You can now be as cool as it gets.

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If there is one material possession that I need in this world, it is a Penguin Book mug. Preferably the Wuthering Heights or the 1984 one. You know.

Happy Birthday, Moose Man!

(His silly happy face is so like my own)

So I have this little brother.

And yesterday was his birthday.

18!!!!

So exciting!

And I love him a lot.
And I don't know if he even reads this, but I'm going to post it on his Facebook so he has to.

He's the one I call when I hear a ridiculously stupid joke that I can't tell to anyone else without getting socially rejected forever.
And he even laughs at them.

He's the one who is politically savvy and passionate.
Look out, America. He might run for president one day.

He's got this mop of curly hair that is adorable, but he won't let me touch it.
One day I'll wear him down with pomade.

He's sarcastic.
But oh so nice.

And he has this little silly voice that he uses when talking to the pet guinea pig that is sappy and so ridiculous that you could puke with the sugary sweetness of it.
He got that from me.

He hates vaccuming, but he does it anyways because mom always asks him.

And he's really good at guitar.
Like, really good.
He's going to teach me some songs this summer.
He has really big muscles. Watch him whup Dennis at stick pull with no problems.

And great musical taste.

He embraces all his quirks.
And so do I.

Because he's awesome.
And he has more courage in life than I ever will.

Which is nice.

I love you, Moose/MongATongTongHongEWong

Happy Birfday.

I'm Not That Girl

You know, the one who is always perfectly accessorized. I am not a girl who wears a lot of jewelry. I have my CTR ring, my sailboat toe ring (thanks, Talana!), and sometimes a little pair of gold earrings. Anything other than that rarely happens.

BUT...

If I were to wear any other jewelry, these would be on my list.

A Tiffany's ring

Some stuff from Anthropologie

And this ring, only with my own constellation (which is Cancer, in case you were wondering) instead of Gemini. (source)Oh and here's a picture of my CTR ring, in case you were wondering. It's absolutely lovely and I adore it. (source)

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

Random Fact

Did you know that if an octopus gets stressed out, it will sometimes try to eat its own arms?! I know. Weird. I'm full of amazing random facts.

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California

A friend of mine took me home with him for a little mini vacation. And besides a couple bumps and bruises along the way, I think the trip was a success! I fell in love with the town of Oroville. San Francisco convinced me that I want to move there (it was really easy! All it took was a trolley, a ferry, and a couple seals.) I hiked up to a waterfall, got a decent tan, ate my weight in cherries, and made some amazing new friends. Don't be surprised if I leave Provo as soon as I straighten a few things out. Because I'm in love. With California, that is.

Get ready for some melodrama. I'm back in the blogging world and I'm gonna be interesting for a bit. Bah ha ha. Enjoy.

In Which I Discover the Thrill of Vinyl and Vintage Cowboy Boots

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This past Saturday was adventurous. Someone Nice took me to the cool places in Salt Lake City. And I immediately fell in love with a record store. My mom has always has tons of vinyl, but nothing to play them on for a while now. But she still made sure that I was familiar with the good music (you know, The Grass Roots, Skeeter Davis, Pat Benatar, etc.) and so walking into that second record store and seeing all those records was amazing! Then, just imagine that She & Him, Regina Spektor, Andrew Bird, and Bon Iver all have their albums on vinyl, too! I thought I had died and gone to heaven. There is just something amazing about records.
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Moving on to Decades. The most amazing vintage store where I picked up the cutest pair of cowboy boots. Just my size. Already worn in and deliciously scuffed up. I'm obsessed with them. I've worn them everyday since and I just keep staring at my feet and walking on wood floors as much as possible. Bliss.
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After Decades, we went to the library. 5 floors of perfection. Glass elevators. A book sale as big as the library back home. And a roof garden. Now don't get me wrong, Provo library is still my favorite (because I'm a sucker for an old building) but the Salt Lake Library is pretty darn awesome.

So Salt Lake won me over. Fanks, Landon.

Begin Learning a Foreign Language

Thank goodness I didn't say, Become fluent in a foreign language. I can check this off of my list of things to do, because Spring term started yesterday and I'm signed up for a 2 hour Spanish class every day at 8:00 am. And it's good. I can count to 100. And I can tell you my telephone number. And I can greet you and tell you how I'm feeling. And I can say a prayer (because I'm at BYU and we always say lots of prayers here. What? It's a Church school.) The point is, it's only just begun, but I have a good feeling about this semester.

Less to Say, More to Do

Long over due for some blogger-y stuffs, I've come to realize that I don't have as much to say... Maybe it's because I have some more friends these days (although, I've just been left by 3 of the more important ones, and more are leaving later this week), maybe it's because I've been working more. Maybe it's because I've been occupied with something that I will maybe tell you about some day soonish or not at all. The point is, I've been living life instead of just talking about it all the time. Which is nice. So I'll spend the next few posts telling you about all the awesome stuffs I've been up to. It should be fun. For me, that is.

Also, Spring is here. But it snowed today. And it's gonna snow tomorrow. So this picture is so appropriate.

Embarrassing Moment of the Day

My friend Justin and I rode our bikes to Diego's for a much needed finals break. I got some cinnamon-y horchata. And then I proceeded to somehow toss my glass up into the air. Horchata in my hair, on the table and floor, on my cell phone, and a thoroughly soaked sweater and jeans. I know, I'm pretty classy. But it looked pretty awesome as it was flying up into the air. Now I've washed off the sticky, but I keep giggling when I smell my cinnamon hands. Yum.

Quote-ables

"At what point when the pillar of fire came out of the sky did they think they had control of the situation?"

~Nathan, about the Egyptians while watching The Prince of Egypt

Worms

It rained a lot last night (and snowed a little this morning). As a result, there were worms all over the sidewalk. I felt the need to pick up the wiggly ones and put them back in the grass. I saved about 50 worm lives today on the way home from school.

What life changing thing have you done with your day?

The Mysterious Scratch

Monday morning, I woke up with a scratch on my head. Can you see that sucker? That picture was taken yesterday (ignore the hair). Anyways, the point is that I have no idea where it came from. There is a mysterious invisible cat or something wandering around the house. And he comes out when I lay down on my bed. Because a new, smaller scratch appeared on my cheek after I took a nap yesterday. Weird!

I also feel funny because I almost never post pictures of myself on here. I just realized that. But that's me! (In case you were wondering or something.)


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You know you want one

I love comics. I love vintage. So it only makes sense that I would love a vintage comic poster. Michael Myers is my new hero!


via Design Crush

A Sobbing Mess

Last night I watched the second half of Titanic with Tiff and Ash (we watched the first a few days ago). This was the first time I'd ever seen it (surprise, I know!) and I sobbed for a good chunk of time after. And I've broken down twice today already, and it's not even noon! What is wrong with me? I can't watch sad movies. Seriously.

I could say something profound about it, but I'm still caught up in the miserableness of imagining having to let go of your dead lover's hand to let him sink down into the depths of the ocean.

urg...here I go again with the crying.

A Whole Piece of Pie? Yes, please!

Last night I went with some friends to Sammy's Burgers and Fries. It's this little hole in the wall in Provo near Center Street and I love it. It was Two for Tuesday, so we got two milkshakes for the price of one. Guys, they stuck a whole piece of raspberry cheesecake in mine. And a whole coconut cupcake in Jessica's. It was awesome. So many flavors. I hear their sweet potato fries with caramel are also awesome. They have a dark blue wall with a silver tree painted on, a wall of polaroids, and a t-shirt with that tree that says, "My cupcake shakes bring all the boys running to the yard." Awesome, I know. I'll be going back for the key lime pie milkshake. And the pumpkin cheesecake. But not until next Tuesday.

Toms? No. Better.

So I have this friend who is a little entrepreneur. He's starting a shoe business this summer. Think, Toms. (You know, the Argentine Alpargata shoes that farmers have been wearing for years.) They're fun and summery. Anyways, they have this little survey going to try and decide what colors to start with and stuff. Go here to take the survey and they'll give you $5.00 off your first purchase! I know, pretty awesome.

p.s. Please choose the red and/or natural shoes. Because they're only starting off with a few colors, grey and black being the most popular so far, neither of which I am interested in buying. (But I will, Blake, if that is all you have. Because I support you.)

General Conference

Go watch it (here). It's awesome. I promise that you'll love it and come away happier and a better person.

General Conference is when the leaders of our church speak to us. I love it. There's beautiful music, incredible quotations, inspiring stories, and revelation from heaven. This is not to be missed. Here's some highlights from last years conference. Enjoy!

Superhero AND Detective!

I don't know if I've ever told you, but I love this man.

Really. Like, he's right up there with Johnny Depp. Maybe even higher. I just appreciate his acting and his rugged good looks. Sherlock Holmes? Lurve. Ironman? Lurve. I know he's a little bit older (only six years younger than my parents...) Who cares? Not me. I love him. And I'm excited to see how he defeats Professor Moriarty.