if only we got paid for this...

the sunday roommate photo shoot has been solidified as a tradition. stay tuned for more exciting volumes and locations around provo! this week featured: the castle by the mental hospital. oh sweet enchantment!(you can click on the collages to make them bigger, if you so desire)

rooney and flirting with idiocy

so do you ever have those weekends where at least once you're struck by the thought "OH MY GOSH I LOVE MY LIFE SO MUCH!" i have those sometimes. like this past weekend for example, when i got to go see ROONEY for $3 in provo. i know. three things you thought you would never see together in one sentence. i love rooney. it was such a good show, and that's saying something because i'm not really much of a concert person. i don't particularly like being covered in other people's sweat or being sardined into a screaming crowd, but surprisingly enough it was when i was sandwiched in the midst of all the chaos that my "OH MY GOSH I LOVE MY LIFE SO MUCH" thought struck me.
on another not so awesome note, i totally fell down the stairs on sunday. concrete stairs. concrete stairs leading to two apartments full of people with their doors wide open. basically what i'm saying is that at least 20 people witnessed me in a jumbled heap at the bottom. who's an idiot? oh right. me. but look at the sweet battle wound i got from my fight with the stairs:

and there's a rather large bump to go along with that pretty array of colors.

STRIKE!

so i went to the store the other day with the intent of buying groceries and razors- mine is getting rather dull, and nobody likes a dull razor. anyway, i squeak my little grocery cart off in search of the venus razor cartridges (or whatever they're called) and upon my arrival in the aisle i gasp in horror:
"$22 FOR AN 8 PACK OF RAZORS?! YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!"
is that not one of the most outrageous things you've heard in your life? ok maybe not in your entire life, but at least in the past few hours. TWENTY-TWO DOLLARS! That is $2.75 per razor. i couldn't bring myself to buy them.
"Nope. I'm just going to stop shaving my legs."
At this point, the guy looking at toothpaste next to me stopped looking at toothpaste and started eying me in a frightened and almost disgusted way. i think he was probably expecting me to whip out a lighter and burn my bra or something. and then i walked away with my $22 still safely in my checking account and a little extra feminist bounce in my step.

provo's next top model

sunday, sunday, sunday. what to do on a sunday? oh right. have a roommate photoshoot to capture the wonders of downtown provo.

here we are showing our love and appreciation for our photographer, adam robinson.

the beautiful breakfast

so today the gods smiled upon me and instead of slowly drifting in and out of consciousness in a junior high school classroom observing teaching techniques from 7:30-12, i got to leave at 9:30. what to do with all that extra time? eat a quality breakfast of course. some say it's the most important meal of the day, but for me it's usually the most ignored meal of the day. but not today.

at first i was just gonna go for the regular bowl o' cereal routine- keep it simple you know. but then i was like "hey, i bought some fruit last night when i went grocery shopping..." one thing led to another and suddenly i had the most beautiful arrangement of cereal i've ever beheld in my life sitting on the counter.

please try and tell me that does not look lovely.
go on. try.

beautiful breakfast=happy amy

thus we learn two important things about me:
1. i like to eat pretty food.
2. i like to post pointless blogs about eating pretty food.

encarNACioooooon!

so i found a new profession: luchador.

here we are, training.

oorrrrr maybe i'll be a rockette.
orrrr maybe i'll just be awesome all the time.

on another note, i survived the first week of school. and you know what? it was really good. none of my classes make me want to shoot myself in the face, but then again it's only the first week. i basically want to be my french teacher. she just became my new hero. and my creative writing class is going to be intense. this is more or less a direct quote from the first day: "i'm going to hurt your feelings in this class. i'm going to rip your writing apart. you're not going to like me. but i do it because i love you." and even though i kind of wanted to pee my pants (in a oh-my-gosh-this-guy-freaks-me-out way), i'm excited about it.

fall OH eight!

i'm just gonna put it out there: it's gonna be a good semester.