want list.

1. my long hair back. (i KNOW i do this every time i cut my hair. but i want those long shiny locks back on my head.)

see, look.

2. more hours in the day/scholastic calendar so i can take linguistics classes.

growing pains

"i hope she isn't bulimic though, because i think she's really nice and bulimia is retarded." direct quote from the journal of a 13 year old amy.**

so i'm at home in AZ for the break between terms and i was amusing myself by reading the journals i kept from 1999-2006. seriously. i was laughing out loud. the first entry in my journal when i was in 5th grade consisted of me describing which gel pens i liked and why ("i like the silver one because it looks pretty"...yeah). it was mostly just so funny/embarrassing to read how dramatic and typically adolescent i was (not that i'm a fully matured woman of grand experience or anything, but i'd like to think i've made some progress since the gel pens), and how i thought i was never going to survive ____________ (insert: middle school, junior high, high school), make new friends, or legitimately need a bra.

it made me think back to this history class i took where we studied society/ culture during the early modern period, and a lot of the primary sources we used were ordinary peoples' journals from that time. and then i laughed even more, because i seriously pity any historian 200 years from now that stumbles upon my little composition notebooks and tries to extract historical conjectures about life during my oh-so-turbulent teens. between gel pens, 13 year old's philosophies on eating disorders, and all the drama of high school and heartbreak, all i can say is: eat your hearts out, future historians.


**please note: i'm not making fun of bulimia, or people who suffer from it. i'm making fun of my 13 year old self and my really ridiculous ideas about life.

evasion tactics

i KNOW, i know i already posted once today about something totally useless and unimportant. but i'm avoiding studying for my finals, so i'm going to post something else just as useless and unimportant: i'm in love.

Love, Exhibit A: Onitsuka Tiger sneakers. Simultaneously really ugly and really cool. I feel like they would bring me a little happiness every time I looked down at my feet.


Love, Exhibit B: Over-the-knee boots with a fold-down option. What's not to love?


tortured sigh...

amy's word of the day

ad-dic-tion[uh-dik-shuhn]
-noun: the state of being enslaved to a habit or practice or to something that is psychologically or physically habit-forming to such an extent that its cessation causes severe trauma.
(http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/addiction)

amy's alternate definition: sonic happy hour, every day 2-4 pm. severe cessation trauma indeed.

le snobisme

so me and some frenchies had a snob party today. this entailed us getting snobbed up, eating cucumber sandwiches, and only speaking in really obscure and snobby tenses in french. c'était magnifique. the french are always seen as snobs anyway, so we decided to embrace it. we spent the evening talking about how amazing we are, critiquing commoners, and mostly just basking in the light of our haute-couture.

vous aimeriez bien être aussi cool que nous.

is this real life?

1. for the first time in 5 weeks, i showered like a normal person rather than a flamingo. that's right people, the boot is being phased out. i still have to wear it for one more week when i go to class, but around my apartment i'm free at last! so lately i've taken to singing the pinocchio song "i've got no strings." i feel like it's appropriate.

2. watch this. it will make you pee your pants.

one step closer to the celestial kingdom...

so guess what grace is mysteriously hiding inside that green towel:


it's...BREAD! homemade bread! made in our home by...


...a breadmaker! provided by...


mrs. megan robinson. i love married people. they get all kinds of cool stuff when they get married which means they can give me all sorts of cool stuff they don't need. isn't she pretty? i like her. but not just because she gives me breadmakers. there are lots of other reasons too.


let's not forget blender, the other newest edition to the amy hansen kitchen. isn't he cute?


i'm so domestic.

provo ponderings.

disclaimer: this post contains rantings which may or may not be interpreted as "bitter." but please know that i am far too young to be legitimately bitter about anything in life, so rantings are permissible in moderation.

so one of my most favoritest things that has been introduced to me this summer in provo is the farmer's market every saturday. some of the booths are dumb and (in the words of grace) "kitschy," selling things like really ugly lawn decorations or snow cones (which is fine if you have a 5 year old with you). but there are other booths that are just legitimately cool. like two weeks ago, i ate some hungarian food homemade right in front of me by an actual hungarian woman who spoke with an accent and was missing some important teeth. and it was ridiculously good, not like "hey let's go to cafe rio" kind of good, but more like "wow this is an explosion of exotic flavors on my tongue and I LIKE IT." and today i ate some middle eastern food prepared by people from egypt and i tried out the 4 or 5 words i learned on my one day of arabic 101, and there were little girls running around speaking arabic and i got a free cup of hibiscus juice. yeah, hibiscus like the flower. they made juice out of it and it was probably one of the most beautiful colors i've ever seen. and as i was sitting on the grass eating and watching a really old man play the guitar and sing, i thought, "wow, i never would have thought this kind of thing existed in provo." somewhere in this little town i thought solely revolved around BYU there is an iranian woman who speaks farsi and who has a bunch of egyptian friends who make some killer pepper dip. and there's also a hungarian woman who never uses canned food but makes everything from scratch. these people are genuinely interesting. and i like that.

contrast this with the vapid conversations and social interactions encountered pretty much everywhere at BYU, but more specifically today sitting by the pool. let me start with another disclaimer: i love BYU. i'm glad i'm here. i think it is an excellent university and a fun place to make friends and have good experiences. BUT. sometimes i can't help but sigh in boredom over the constant see-and-be-seen culture here. and don't get me wrong. i'm just as guilty of it as everyone else. but i'm bored of listening to conversational patterns as boys try to get girls' numbers and girls giggle and pretend like they don't know exactly what's going on (and i'm even more bored of having to go through it myself). "hey, (insert girl's name here), text me later if you still want to play." seriously? first of all, if you want to "play" with (girl's name), how about you use your words like a big boy and ASK her. and second of all, if (girl's name) wanted to "play" with you, she probably would have already found a gigglingly manipulative way to get you to ask her in the first place 23 minutes ago.

so i'm ranting a little bit. but it's ok. and i decided today that i'd like to live in oregon. the end.