uhh...

i think this means i've been crying too much about puppies...
I'M NOT STOPPING UNTIL I GET ONE. 

in other news...
this is what i am doing instead of homework.

david does not deserve to be in this picture.
what did he do to warrant this shoot?
it shoulda been me.

aaaand.
during my puppy searching,
i stumbled upon this.

i feel like my life should be complete
but it's not.
how am i supposed to choose between
 my top two loves?
HOW?!
I CAN'T HANDLE THIS KIND OF DRAMA.

true story.

all this baby talk/having/loving is making me sad.

and when baby-mania is combined with spring fever,

i get really sad.

these are the kind of emails i send when i'm sad. 

I want a puppy.

I'm rocking a perma-sadface right now because I can't have one.

Just a little one.

A fluffy one.

One that will love me and cuddle with me and let me pet it.

Eeeeh. Maybe not FLUFFY fluffy. 

Every time I think fluffy, I think of this and I don't want that. 

Also, I keep spelling fluffy, fluffLy.

My brain is sad.

So sad.

I just want a puppy.

A nice little pal.

One that can live inside my home. 

And wag its tail when I open the door.

Not a yippee puppy, a happy puppy.

Heart.Frowns. 

Sorry for the depressing email.

I can't help what I feel.

Oh yeah.

I love you. 

and puppies.

:( 

sidenote:

if you don't love albus or puppies in general,

 you might not have a soul. 

sidenote to the sidenote:

sorry. 

i didn't mean to say you don't have a soul.

that was rude.

but it wasn't me, i promise. 

it's the iwapbichap* depression talking.

*i want a puppy but i can't have a puppy

:( 

tree jewel.

finals still suck.

but days are made better

when little beauties like this stumble into my life.

aaahhhh.

i just can't get over how delicate it is. 

it's perfect.

for the love of all that is holy, bring the fuzzy posters back.

i'm sure you've read this article.

it's true.

all of it.

and because it's true,
it makes me miss my childhood.

after reading it, i googled 'lisa frank'

to look at some pictures and reminisce.

that's when i stumbled upon

the greatest.website.ever.

www.lisafrank.com

it's like crack.

i want everything.

i'm seriously considering buying

the school assortment pack along with some 

unicorn spiral notebooks and folders

for my last semester of college.

i want to go out in style.

i also found out mz. frank has a clothing line

and yes, it is as bad/great as you imagined.

behold, a floor-length, spray painted

"rainbow" denim skirt.

spicy.

despite her epic failures with nearly every 

piece of clothing,

lisa got it right with this little number. 

i WILL own this. 

my favorite part about this sweatshirt,

besides the color, pattern and neon cacti,

is the fact it's only offered in an 

"adult x-large."

it's like she knows the only way to wear this bad boy

is as an over-sized sweatshirt

with neon leggings and a side ponytail.

!!!viva le lisa!!!

sidenote:

 i tried to find a picture of the actual lisa frank. 

it's impossible.

i have now made it my goal in life

to find out what this genius looks like.

attn: hipster sitting four tables away from me

i see you.

sitting in the library.

with your flannel shirt,

light blue jacket that says "nom" on the back,

and your black framed spectacles.

i know you.

you think you're a big deal.

sitting behind your macbook pro

and listening to underground bands

so phresh they haven't been named yet.

i hear you.

sipping on your beverage

in your paper, pier 49 pizzeria, cup.

stop.slurping.

it's.gone.

i hate you.

not because you're hipper than me,

but because you know you're hip.

you're not.

just a loud sipper with perfect hair.

i take it back.

you just left the library.

i looked up as you were leaving

and saw you rocking a tnmt shell backpack.

you are hipper than me.

teach me your ways.

no.

marry me. 

marry me so we can have hipster babies

who wear glasses, eat fancy pizza 

and rock flannel while i carry them

in my tmnt backpack.

plz. 

in other news,

i want this one too. 

don't film anything in the dark with an iphone. it won't turn out pretty, trust me.

sooo...

i finally saw tron.

i loved the effects and soundtrack,

but the cgi-ified jeff bridges

gave me the creeps.

big time.

 i left feeling like i needed to watch the original

in order to fully understand everything that happened.

[i still can't even look at his creepy clu face without shuddering].

after the movie,

our host went into his room and came out wearing this.

a real.life.tron.suit.

i can't even begin to explain it's legit-factor.

and to make it even more amazing,

he made the suit himself.

yeah.

i'm not even going to start describing

how cool it looks when danced in.

there are no words. 

it seems impossible for this suit to get any better,

but it does.

it senses sound.

aka: when you play music, the lights blink along with the song.

ahhhhhh.

it was like christmas in august.

i've been dreaming about making one ever since.

how amazing would it be 

to break this sucker out at dance parties?!!?!?!

the possibilities are endless. 

a day in hefe

last week baby brother called me and told me to meet him at the mechanic.

el rojo broke down and he needed a ride home.

turns out he also needed a ride to every car dealership in the county.
let's take a moment and thank the heavens
 i actually took the time and got ready that day. 

even though jamie was adamant
we leave the house a-sap,
he was the one who ended up making me wait
in my car while he either ate/texted/fixed his hair.
as a result of this waiting,
i had a photo shoot with my ex-earring-turned-snitch. 

first we had to stop and get the safety + emissions for carlos 

at the main street shop.

the owner rides a horse to work and sits outside drinking coke all day.

he's got life figured out. 

after the check up, the search began.
i met a few one genuine salesman and i was so happy

when i saw the stereotypical greasy haired sleazeball.

i'm not exaggerating, their hair was slicked like woah,
complete with bald patches shining through.

i tried to sneak a picture, but those sneaky little buggers
kept turning at the worst times. 

after dad came home from work,

he and mom joined us for the auto search.

it was nice not to have to drive, 

but leaving the dj'ing to dad was not.

all i wanted was a little boston
and the only thing he played was smooth jazz.

this future car owner never lost his cool.

he bargained and spoke with dealer after dealer. 

here we see him sippin on some h2-izzity-oh

and pondering the amazing parties

that could be thrown inside a u-haul.

the possibilities are endless. 

we literally car shopped all day. 

like 11 in the am to 9:30 in the pm.

the only positive aspect of it was me learning 

 how to ask for and read 

car facts like a boss.

please meet the muffler man.

he wished us luck and good prices

as he smiled down on us from above.

 the setting sun shining through the windows

was a clear sign we were at the right place. 

their exceptional water cooler

was also a sign.

not even kidding.

best.big.water.ever.

 behold,

brother's new ride.

i was only slightly jealous,

then i drove it.

smoothest.manual.ever.

gagagagaga.

can i haz it?

blue-eyed beauty.

according to pinterest,

this is a wedding ring.

do you think i'd be allowed to wear it

as a regular ring?

love me some mystical bling-bling. 

the fates are laughing at my lack of funds.

i need to find a way to get

this van into my life

as soon as possible.

it's beautiful.

absolutely beautiful. 

attn: summer.

i demand you return to utah as soon as possible for the following reasons:

1. i would like for my skin to be this color again.

2. i need a family vacation like woah.

3. it's time i overcome my fear of snorkeling.

4. i would very much like to revisit a tropical locale.

5. but mostly because i'm dying to see the gems that come to play during summer.

so h.u.r.r.y.

BEANS!!!

last week i went to iggy's with my bff-lizzles.

i ordered the blt with avocado.

it.was.heaven.

their bacon is best.EVER.

i want it now.

geez i feel like beans.

fun fact:  my initials are blp. in high school my friends and i were talking and i said something along the lines of "if i marry a man who's last name starts with 't' my initials will be blt..."  as a result of this revelation everyone started calling me bacon. 

two things:

1. sometimes i truly amaze myself with my paint skillz, dedication and putting off a social life.

2. i want to go to goblin valley like woah.

and for anyone confused,

this is an interpretation of galazy quest as done by me.

clearly i am the champion for ultimate punching the monster

while tim allen's laser gun freezes. 

otterpop

i found a new toy for my ultimate pizzle.

i want this sucker like woah.

the color.

the protection.

oh babybaby!!

oh, and it's called an otterbox not an auto-box like i had originally thought.

note to self: never trust a blue-eyed southern gentleman to teach you about technology. his eyes will distract from your attempt at deciphering his sexy southern drawl. 

well hello there most recent obsession

 

so nice to see you again.

numero cinco.

last night i went shopping with my papanuah. 

we hit up ye'ole' department store to get

some fragrance and bling for momma.

we visited the fragrance department first.

ladies and gentlemen, 

that is when i fell in love.

i fell into deep, deep love with

i turned to my daddy and quietly said:

"daddy, i want this.  i want this for my birthday."

he looked at me, laughed and said:

"maybe when you're older."

and the hip, gray-haired lady behind the counter agreed.

i guess i could see their logic.

i mean, when i sniffed that heavenly parfum

i saw black dresses, pearls and an evening at the theatre.

trust me, it's classy.

{look at me, saying "trust me" like i'm a veteran, 

i'm sure you know what i'm smokin when it comes to no. 5}

back to my story.

while daddy was paying i heard a voice whisper 

"hey, little girl"

i turned.

it was the fashionable perfume lady

{seriously, i want to have her short gray hair and incredible fashion sense at that age}.

she smiled at me, looked to make sure daddy's back was turned 

and said as she bit the package open with her pearly whites:

"i found some samples!"

that's what i'm talking about!!!

homegirl hooked me up!

i am currently in olfactory heaven.

i'm also saving it for a special occasion.

i asked my dad when it would be appropriate for me to rock the no. 5.

he said when i was thirty.

i negotiated that he'd buy me some when i had my first baby.

i better get to work.

make it stop.

i feel like life would be a little better if i had

a unicorn pillowpet

and a harry potter snuggie.

or a weezer snuggie.

boo.

coolest.EVER.

life is weird.

for the kids...

remember that one post i had about a teepee?

and how it was soo cool and how my kids would love me for it.

and how we'd have family pow-wows in it?

well i just made an executive decision that my 

future family is just going to have to deal with.

don't worry, they'll love me for it.

our backyard is officially going to be the coolest

because of the following:

 

{sprial staircase + tree house = the shizz}

{tent}

{tea parties}

i can't wait to be a homeowner.

a bed for your books.

whilst i was doing my daily rounds of stalking today,

i discovered this little website.

it was here where i discovered i had a very, very serious

bookshelf obsession.

not even kidding you.  

i want each of these bookshelves in my house.

ooh baby. it's good.

sooo good.

..................................

 {loooooove the hole in the center}

 {indoor/outdoor library?!! so freaking cool.}

{so tall. so white. so right.}

{love the slanted ceiling. love the little reading nook.}

gah.

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i just can't stop obsessing.

but i'm going to for now so i can go find some more.