Dear College

Dear college,

I've only known you for 3 days, but so far our experience has been mediocre.
I'm sorry I got some random disease and have been on drugs since. I know it affects our relationship, but don't worry. I've got a plan.
I think I'll do the massive amounts of french 321 homework you've so graciously given me, read some articles you suggested about tortured monkeys, and polish it off with the Illiad.
Then I'll take some more drugs, head off to bed in the wee hours of the morn, and see you bright and early for an exam.

I think this relationship is going to work out just dandy.

Love,
Kari

Bucket list

My Bucket List 

 

 

2. Have a giant pillow fight and get feathers EVERYWHERE.

3. Sleep with the pigs 

4. Send a message in a bottle

 

 6. Walk around the house in boxers and a man's button up shirt.

7. Spend a night under the stars in a sleeping bag.

8. Learn how to make an origami crane. 

9. Bury a time capsule.

10. Fly first class.

 11. Read the classics.

12. Learn guitar.

  

14. NEW MINI COOPER

15. Buy dinner for a Hobo

16. Name a star

 18. Make a mural

19. Paint a city wall

20. Take a picture with some one famous 

21. Learn the Thriller dance

22. Have an actual makeover

 

24. Walk where Jesus walked. 

25. Attend a Masquerade ball.

26. Learn to waltz for said ball. 

27. Take part in a murder mystery.

28. Give blood

 

29.  Somehow record the songs I've written, before I forget them, and get them onto a cd. 

30. Be "on screen" during a sports game. 

31. Capture a butterfly 

 

and finally 

The Change

If you didn't notice, I changed my blog name again.

Why keep it the same when I haven't found a name yet that I'm absolutely in love with?

I change, so should my blog.


Some of you believe people need to stop changing.

To you I say, "Change is inevitable. Learn to accept it and love it."
Change is a good thing.

the things in my phone

Modest. Its when you're not not wearing many clothes.

Marais

Latin Quater

Shame Shame Shame

JKR

Holy Family..

every knee shall bow

You'll never leave now and forever

focal point

we're all dying, some just quicker than others.

the buck

the realist has no grip on reality

all you gotta do is turn around

let the healing begin

this is the stuff you use

spice rack & rice cooker

swarthy is a cool word

so is debauchery

dedicatethedream.com

I will follow you

there's a raging sea somewhere

I can't decide if I'll let you save me

you turn me over and over, make my heart beat faster

inkblotresearch.com

there's a reason to risk it

the living dead

girl in the devil's wing

the house that built me

If I die young

Cancer treatment centers of America

basshunter

as she's walking away

arts.utah.gov

gallerystroll.org

john tucker must die

she's the man

you don't know about mystery

peter bjorn and john


and those are the random notes taken via text in my cell phone. They mean things to me, how about you? can you identify each one and the context it comes from?

Decades FAIL

I bought this awesome sparkly red dress at decades the other day with my buddy Lindsey and then I thought "Hey! I should post a picture of it on my blog!"

but then I remembered..
I told sky he has to take me on a fancy date to see it, and since he stalks this blog religiously (as well as my facebook page) there's no way that's happening :D

sorry public. No red dress for you.

Just tell me everything

BYU here I come!

Got a letter today from my new bishop.
whoop?
Just the usual stuff.  Fill out your name. Interests. Skills. Spiritual magnitude. Basically, tell them why you're a student of a "different caliber."

well, guess what. I HATE HATE HATE "all about me"
I don't want to tell a stranger that I'm a freaky lint collector (which i'm not by the way, but who says they'd know that) or that I'm scared of stairs with spaces inbetween the steps.

Sure, I could write up that I'm SuperWOman, bulletproof but with severe allergic reactions to green rocks.  Yeah, I could reveal my deepest weaknesses or brag, but who does that? just those attention seekers or CONCEITED people I suppose.





pfffft.






I'll just end up writing lame stuff most likely.

Actually, I probably won't end up writing anything at all.

can you hand me a shovel?

I was wearing these pants the other day when my little brother told me they made my butt look big. Then, after giving him the evil eye, he said, "No worries, big butts are attractive."

Can you say digging a deeper grave?

Goodbye?

So I get on facebook and status after status it's...

"Goodbye my beloved friends"
"Saying goodbye is the hardest part"
"This is one of the most difficult things I'll ever do in my life"

blah blah blah

I hate goodbyes.  I find them sappy and over rated.  They belong in corny 80's movies, not real life.
Everyone, quit saying goodbye already.  Its not like you're dying. You're going to college.

There's quite a difference... sort of.

one box at a time

In my artwork there are various symbols from time to time. You know squares, arrows, circles, and blobs etc. It never ceases to amaze me how everytime there is a "heart" somewhere in one of my pieces a guy looks at the artwork and says "hey look a heart."

wow buddy, thanks for proving you passed the kindergarten shapes test.

 Why can't men (don't mind the sexist stereotypes its my blog I can say what I want to) look at artwork and discover the meaning behind the painting? Anyone can look at Dali's works and go "hey look a melting clock" but who really puts in the effort of finding out all his ideologies behind time and its ultimate control on the universe.
(now before I get off on a Dali rant lets get back to my point here...)

The point is, more men need to look at art and discover the hidden mysteries. They need to discover the mysteries in every aspect of their lives, honestly. 
Men have only ever been able to open one box at a time, and I guess that's why women rule the world eh?



P.S.  ... all of my favorite artists are men.