this is my life.

on tuesday,

 i drank 96 ounces of water.

my bladder didn't like it. 

aim and ignite

is the perfect spring cruising album.

it's on repeat.

i'm so in love with nate it's insane.

scramble with friends and drawsomething

have taken over my life.

like really.

i have over 1,599 draw something coins...
please note: this is after making eight "purchases."
#cantstopwontstop

this morning i remembered the happiest thing.
titanic 3-d tonight.
helloooo leo.

sidenote:
other than a few tv clips here and there,
i've never actually seen the film.
i remember girls talking about it in elementary school
and thinking,
"they watched a movie where you see boobies?!"
i was jealous.
not because of the naked boobie part,
but because they got to watch a pg-13 movie
and talk about it during recess.
i don't think my parents understood.
watching titanic could have secured me popularity for life.
instead,
they started me on a path that would result in
dojo sitting, poetry writing,
and theatre kid ways in high school.
and an obsession with moustaches,
unicorns, and robots in college.

i bet they regret not letting me watch it now.

spongebobhungerpants

 

the hunger games.
tonight.

7:30.

 free.

in a theatre called

"the district."

it's moments like this,

i know the stars have aligned

and blessed me for reading the books during college

and watching spongebob during high school.
i love patrick and peeta.
so much.



via

yesterday.

i looked like a high school version of myself.

glasses.

natural hair.

hardly any makeup.

black v-neck.

blue jacket.

jeans.

in honor of my flashback,

i documented the event and edited it hi-skewl style.

you know,

cranking up the highlight levels until your face is white 

and the background practically disappears.

i was also a big fan of the

saturation movement of 07.

what a fool i was.

my face is either white or orange

in all my pictures from 2005-2007.

and my gum is visible in nearly 97% of all shots.

confession:

i miss myspace.

those were the days when 

crappy photoshop was not only accepted,

but worshiped.

r.i.p white/orange face days, r.i.p. 

roommate photo shoots have traumatized me.

sometimes you take serious pictures with your roommates

because you know it's the last time you'll all be together.

you decide to line up by height and be serious

because you're freshmen and it's cool.

after seven failed takes due to laughter,

you master the straight face and focus.

as the photographer* snaps the shot,

you feel something on your behind

and before you realize what happened,

you've been scooped.

behold, i present you with what may very well be

the best photographed scoop 

in the history of photographed scoops.

*everyone knows during freshman year the designated "roommate portrait" photographer is your pretty roommate's boyfriend who, by default, ends up being the apartment boyfriend.

hi.bheg.ov.jew.

please, please, please

tell me there are still people out there

who remember what life was like before 

youtube and facebook and hulu.

when

stupidvideos was king,

myspace was the network

and alluc offered thousands of pirated shows to watch.
life was simpler back then.
granted, i'm grateful for the change
in social networking sites,
but those sites = high school.
those sites are nights i would stay up late
to "study for ap american"
while finding new videos and laughing at classics with khyrie.

they remind me of catching up on every
episode of antm and one tree hill ever made.
changing my background and profile song
from this which got mister hipster interested,
to this just because i liked it,
and to this favorite
which also turned out to be the same song
on "wispy's" profile.
clearly, musical choices on a myspace profile
do not ensure your eternal happiness with a man.

moral of the story:
while i miss my friends, the concerts and freedom of youth,
i would never in a million years go back to the
awkward interactions with boys,
self-consciousness and
"high school" skin
to get it back.
e.v.e.r.

life was good then
and life is good now.
best box of chocolates i've ever had.

black on back.

today i'm wearing an open, creme top over a red tank top.

boss-lady walked by my cubicle and said,

"oh, what a cute top! what is on the back?"

she walked up to see the design 

{it's a semi-open back with floral designs 
so the red underneath is visible}

and suddenly got awkward, mumbled something about it being cute 

and quickly walked away.

"well that was strange," i thought.

i turned to see if there was something on my back

and noticed a black strap.

that's right.

my over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder* was just sitting there,

chilling out for the whole world to see.
so much for "professional" attire.
i knew i should have gone nude today
{the color, not the lifestyle}.

*please tell me you remember saying that in elementary. it was the rage phrase after maturation and all the girls started wearing them to support their mosquito bites buzzumbas.

what's the story wishbone?

i never really understood why/how he got all the ladies.
anyone mind solving that puzzle for me?
on a sidenote, i think my mouth is broken.
lyke fur reelz.
there's a little spot that is incredibly tender.
it hurts when my pearly whites rub against it
which is a problem since my mouth is their home.
it's been about a week and it's not going away.
i should go buy some baby orajel.
yes, baby.
i firmly believe baby anything cures everything.

i've drawn arrows to direct you straight to the devil spot.

i'm thinking about giving him a name. 

like satan.

ain't no party

please tell me i'm not the only one who remembers/loved this show/band.

new job: find the episodes and rewatch.

confession session

after posting my comment about jesse "sometimes sexy face" mccartney,

i had a little trip down memory lane.

you see, i used to think jesse was a freako. a nerd. a goober.

but those were  back in the old days.

back in the dreamstreet days.

 back in junior high it was all about chris.
he was the hott one, the sexy pants.
he had the hair, the skater shoes and the bad boy persona.
i should have seen it.
the signs were all there.
i should have seen his pretty-boy-has-been future.

i should have known jesse was destined to be the star.
did you hear his little pre-pubescent pipes belting out those tunes?
seriously, that boy got more camera action than lindsay lohan on a perp walk.
sidenote:
you know jesse wrote bleeding love, right?
he just decided it would be better sung by leona the lion.
listen to his vocal chords sing his soul.
mmmm baby.

thoughts on:

okay, after that last post, 

i couldn't NOT keep my 2011 opinions to myself.

go.

watch.

now.

 {stupid youchoob denied my embed request}

1. what was the point of the "some people say i look like me dad" beginning?
2. the hair.
3. hello random puppy...
4. what is with all that denim?
5. that is the saddest excuse for a tree house ever. they clearly needed my vision. 
6. baggy pants make me want to puke.
7. that boy was a lot hotter when i was in fourth grade.
8. are they witches?
9. again with the green screen. what did the 90's do to us?!
10. anyone care to learn that dance? i think i've almost got it down.
11. are they all going after the boy dressed in yellow and khakis?
12. are they irish?!
13. sidenote: has anyone ever wondered why people with different accents don't have their accents when they sing?
14. definitely irish. the river-dancing just started.
15. why are two of the girls wearing the same "star in a circle" shirt? 
16. running shoes with jeans. gag.me.now.
17. anyone else remember this video popping up on that girls room in smart house?
    {skip to 8:04 for a flashback}

you're welcome.

xoxo.

gossip girl.  brissa.

hey! d.w.!!

the other day i was enjoying a meal and watching television.

we don't have "regular" cable anymore so i'm stuck watching pbs sometimes.

luckily arthur came on.

i love arthur.

i learned so much from that show.

and now that i'm an "adult" i realized that they were teaching us children more than we could ever know.

here is the episode i watched. 

look for my thoughts/comments below.

thoughts/comments

1.  d.w. is still annoying.

2.  i do not remember pal being british.  i looove it!

3.  baby & puppy speak are the same?!

4.  is francine a monkey?

5.  ...sugarpuss...?

6. "and to think his name means friend"

7. RACIST!!! did they have to make a pitbull mexican?!  his poor accent!!

8. amigo has no teeth. poor little guy.

9.  the SOCK  market. clever.  teaching the little einsteins while they're young.

10.  seriously. so racist.  of course the scottish terrier has a scottish accent and is trying to trade an argyle sock. 

11.  mr. greenspaniel... once again, clever, and they even LOOK alike. 

12.  buy low. sell high.

13.  it's a slippery slope that sock market.  very hard to get out of

14.  sock brokers are toads.  

15.  it's a dog eat dog world.

ooooooooh pbs, you're so clever.  look at you, warning young children about the stock market.  i hope they were able to make the connection i made. 

whenever you need me baby.

this little diddy just popped into my head. 

oh disney, how i miss thee.

once upon a time...

i was a little freshman.

during this time in my life i had some pretty awesome friends.

not even joking. 

we were the shiz.
probably because {mike, hoku and i} met at soar
and everyone who's anyone knows that soar is where all the cool kids go.

we were also obsessed with the office.

our love for said program was so strong that we even made a little spin-off series.

those were the days....

part uno.

part deux.

freaky-freaky-phreeesssshhh

hey hey hey.

i just wanted to let you know that this little posty-post is going to have a

MASSIVE photo OVERLOAD.

consider that your warning.

my boys are {almost all} back.

they've just spent the last two years serving missions for our church all over the world.

and now they're back!

in honor of their return i have included some pictures from my freshman year.

{cheering parker and his hockey team the mythbusters}

{razzmatazz + half naked = awkard hugs for breeze freeze}

{naked body words}

{b+m = bffl}

{ice skating...duh..}

{post-party breakdown in the laundry room}

{thanksgiving dinner}

{close up of our fancy meal}

{the epic prank wars of oh-eight}

{bbbeeeennn!!}

{we love: jim sturgess, bumper stickers, stealing signs, laughing at tissue stuffed doors and each other}

{monopoly & scrabulous + these boys = intense magic}

{meet my brown friends...and some random white actors...}

{brandon = 1960s batman viewing + motorcycle rides + movie nights. aaand this awkward photo}

{p-wilk = bff + first college play together + epic movie nights + first jones soda+ mythbusters}

{jake = super funny + every girl's not-so-secret crush. pretty sure it was the accent...}

{secret combinations for prank wars oh-eight}

{we had our own fight club}

{i'd say it was pretty successful...}

{chad = aka: the chad + ring leader + trip planner + funny funny funny}

{david = ex-facebook fiance + obsessed with the jazz + disneyland + oreo cakesters}

{seth = good at rockband + singing like a brit + rejector of my facebook relationship invitiation}

well kids, sorry for the overload.

but now you know my original crew.

i love them.

i've missed them.

i can't wait to see them!

ai ai aiiii!!

pee.ess. we all look like babies.

more treasure

oh ya.

i've done theatre since 8th grade.

don't believe me?
meet the ninth grade version of me.
you know, the hottie with the gray hair and grandma vest.
told you.

i was the best old woman with braces centerville ever did see.

buried treasure

i came home this weekend for various reasons.

1. to be cured from this awful illness by my magical momma.

2. to celebrate america's birthday with my familia.

i left my laptop in provo hoping to escape technology for a few days

buuut that didn't last long. 

i was looking through the pictures we have on our community desktop
and discovered these little beauties.

i took these pictures in paris {france} on my europe trip after ninth grade.

i thought i was so artsy.

enjoy.

sidenote:  i think almost all of these pictures were taken with a disposable camera

{i like to call them click-click cameras, just fyizzle}

never ending goodness

i need to thank the one and only carrie ann for this next post.

i read her post about the never ending story.

then i watched the video.

here are my thoughts.

1. this movie used to frighten me as a child.

2. the big flying dog still looks weird.

3. why does the singer close his eyes everytime he goes "high"?

4. this is some of the worst lip syncing i have ever witnessed.

5. i really want to watch this movie.

6. like really bad.

7. who else loved the part where the pictures are floating around the room and he gets scared then turns brave and actually holds one?

8. i think i had a crush on atreyu when i was a child.

9. i really want that snake necklace.

10. is anyone else creeped by the profile that pops up and sings the 'ah-ah-ah' part? 

11. said creeper profile looks like a fetus.

12. rockman frightened me as a child.

13. i totally forgot about the little man on the snail!! doesn't he look like willy wonka?  and by look i mean their outfits looks similar {i think it's the top hat}.  he actually looks like an oopma loompa via tim burton.

14. black {fake} leather jacket, white crew neck top and black {fake} leather pants?  rreeeaallly?

15. aaaahhh!! tuuuuurtle!!

16. whhhat is this man's ethnicity?!

17. these effects are mind-blowing. wow.

18. {that was sarkinism}

19. i used to want to do my hair like that girl.  i thought it was incredible.  revolutionary even.

20. i think i cried when the horse got stuck.  'twas tragic.

21. but seriously...movie night anyone?

sidenote: i watched the video twice. soo good.

trade-in

sometimes i get so excited about what happens to my siblings that i just can't help but tell the world!!!!

kay purchased her very own automobile!!

she is such an adult.

she even got a personalized license.

classy.

she had a previous mode of transportation

her beloved mint green cruiser,

but now that she has ophelia

{i believe i just christened her car with a name.

hopefully it's accepted.}

she doesn't need her bikey-bike.

soooo, she passed along her beloved beach cruiser

to the beautiful ashley michelle.

enjoy those hills baby!!

i love that two of four porter children have beach cruisers.

i had a dream the other day.

i was back in my old church parking lot

playing with my siblings and we all had cruisers.

we had formed our own little gang.

we got on our bikes and rode around.

just like the old days.

Cross-Stitch

For some reason I feel like writing. I haven't stumbled upon that reason yet. Hopefully while I transcribe my muddled thoughts I can discover what my subconscious knows that I don't. Has that ever happened to you? There is something you know you need to/should do but you have no idea why. Welcome to my current state of mind.
I miss my High School Creative Writing Class. Mrs. Bean helped me realize I could write. She taught me to trust in my words and to have faith in them.
I love words. By putting together a string of letters organized in clumps with spaces separating them I am able to convey thoughts. I have the ability to evoke emotion from a complete stranger. I believe that through the honesty of our words we can establish a connection with almost anyone. It is however difficult to tear down the wall that we ourselves have built in order to establish an actual connection with others and vice-versa.
That's the scary part about words. Discovering the ones we try so incredibly hard to bury deep within ourselves covered with shallow grins and hollow laughs. Everyone says the biggest thing they value is honesty but how many people actually want to hear how I am doing? How many people actually care enough to listen to my thoughts, opinions or concerns. Not many.
Well the truth is...I don't know.
Half the time I don't know why I am feeling the way I do so I try to cast the blame on my latest emotional earthquake. But that's not fair is it? Why do I find it necessary to keep secrets from myself? I hope to discover this someday. But for now I think I'll just keep writing, I'll just keep blaming the weather that houses in my heart and try to stitch the pieces whole again all the while ignoring the fact that with each stitch I'm causing more damage than good. With every stitch comes a new hole. A new part lost I can never get back. I need to stop sewing.