today is thursday

last night during a telephone conversation,
i planned my outfit for today.
it was decided i would wear the following:
 my "save ginny weasley" shirt,
black cardigan and leopard flats.
{please note, since their purchase last saturday, i have worn these flats frice.
is frice a word? like thrice but better? what would be the "four" version of thrice?}
in order to maintain a false air of professionalism,
i have to wear my cowl to cover the graphic at work.
the wearing of my cowl has resulted in
 more cubicle ninja pictures. 

i'm just waiting for someone to tell me
there's something on my head.
cain't nobody tell me to be professional!
#rebel4lyfe

in other news,

andrea was gracious enough

 to let me take over her corner of the interwebz today.

check it out and please remember,

indecisiveness is not skankiness. 

sometimes i take pictures of myself at work.

during these photoshoots i give myself directions to make certain faces.

i believe in this one i told myself {in a french accent}

to look frightened. 

it must have been my psychic senses 

warning me to be ready because

as soon as i snapped this picture,

boss lady walked by.

if only i had listened to my senses and 

paused the photoshoot.

instead, my brain told me it would

be smooth to play it off like i was texting.

causing me to look overly 

pensive about the 160 characters i was typing. 

yeaah...

speaking of awesome skillz, 

i got {another} free month of netflix

and started watching psych.

so far so good.

#yeahbuddy.

pt.ii.

remember how i said i was a ninja?

get ready for part two.

i just put on lotion

aaall up my legs at work

and no one saw.

and we're not talking knees and down people.

we're talking ankles all they way up to the undaroo line. 

tmi?

too bad.

i had to share my victory with someone.

lucky you.

wicka whhhat?!

today i'm tired.

even though i slept i feel like i'm running on empty.

i have too much to do

and not enough time to do it.

all i want to do is sleep for three days.

but i can't.

at least not until finals are over

and i get my life back.

on a sidenote: i am very proud of the fact that i 

put on my war-paint* in my cubicle at work 

without anyone walking past/noticing.

here's my secret: i'm a ninja.

*make-up. for obvious reasons. 

i get high with a little help from my friends.

every christmas since graduation,

 the brat pack has gotten together

and had a reunion of sorts.

2008.

temple square. party at the gateway. 

  make fun of beth getting hit by a car.

confession session.

2009. 

mario kart party at beffie's.

confession session.

new years eve party. 

2010.

head to ali's house in logan.

{view from kitchen}

eat sushi & aggie ice cream. 

{failed group shot}

spy/take ninja pictures. 

{rest are too ninja to share with the inter-web}

shop for breakfast foods. aka cereal.

discovered this classy brand: 

play quelf. watch elf.

{best.game.ever.}

confession session.

realized hil and i both wear our shoes fancy ways.

{over-sized sweats tucked into cowboy booties

and fuzzy socks that make feet too big to fit into flats}

oh, kids, i love those girls.

i look forward to these little reunions every year. 

they're the highlight of my holiday break.

note to self: next year bring an actual camera to document such greatness.  

the ultimate pizzle while great, does not substitute for an actual camera.  

undercover

i wore my turtle neck today.

i felt like...

a spy.

 a ninja.

 a bandit.

turtle necks = glorious.