it's sunday afternoon and i'm still laying in bed.

Here are some things about me.

1. I'm currently playing a game called "how long can I not work out for?" The last time I seriously considered working out, I ended up paying a visit to the ER with Andrew due to his ribs getting in the way of someone else's foot.
So I took that as a life lesson: don't work out, or you'll end up in the ER

sidenote: one of my biggest regrets of this life is that i didn't document our night at the hospital. i take pictures of a nice-looking road sign, and i don't take pictures of the one night my boyfriend is in the ER??

2. Right now, it's 12:42 on a Sunday, my hair is in a turban, a bowl of pistachios & sliced apples is next to me, I'm watching Season 1 of Gilmore Girls, and loathing the fact that my church doesn't start for another 1.25 hours.  So, I will continue to sit braless and content, debating whether or not Lorelai is a good mother or not. Also...not that I'm a fan of teen pregnancy, but there are definite pros to getting knocked up at 16 - mainly, you look HOT even when your kid is in high school. Curse my morals, they prevented me from all dreams of being a MILF.

3. My left hand still smells like an onion that I chopped for dinner two nights ago. Being domestic is fun and exciting and smelly.

And now, the exciting stuff.



:: last weekend, we partied!! weddings, birthdays, woohoo!

my party people!

:: and this weekend, we went to a haunted house [before which we took a party bus with other classy folks (?), during which I cried and screamed and loved every second, and after which we smashed shot glasses in the alleys of slc and did other hoodrat stuff...for real).
:: then, i picnic'd hiked, soda'd, and got way too into a game of murder in the dark. i love my weekends, i really do.

skrillex skeleton. heyyy mr. dj!

p.s. I'm actually getting into Gilmore Girls? 15 years too late, but whatever. K bye I'm finally going to go get ready for Church.