Two and a Half by Eight inch Day

My black Moleskine planner also functions as a journal. Mind you, I have a "normal" journal as well. I prefer my planner most of the time. My planner already has a day set aside for me to write about. It's as if it's trying to say This day is important, and that is why this space, in this book, in this world has been dedicated to this day. WRITE ABOUT IT. I think of it as motivational really. Another reason I prefer my planner to my journal is that my planner only has a 2 1/2 X 8 inch space set for each day. This, unlike my journal, means that I do not have to think of a lengthy narrative, or even feel the pressure to recall something or elaborate about my life too much to fill a couple of pages. The space is limited so my input has to be brief. No pressure. I just have to write. I write everyday because of it.

I was reading through the past couple of weeks and found these.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Today I had aerobics at 7:00 am. We focused on "defense" dance moves (just in case we were attacked and had to dance our way out of it). Each sequence of defense moves involved running away at the end. I feel like painting today. I told my self I could only paint if I finished my economics and information systems homework. Write Spanish Paper. Finish Econ. Finish Isys. Everyone around me has an iPhone. I have this planner. I feel totally okay with that.

Saturday February 14, 2009

Liz Brienholt is so nice. She is so nice to babies.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Today:
1. Wake up
2. Shower

3. Get hot

4. B-Ball BYU vs. UTAH

5. B-Sup

6. TTR

7. Talisa

8. TTR

Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Took my Economics test. It was great. Today I met up with Phillip on campus. I got out of class early and he came to find me. We held hands and got a Jamba Juice. Then, we sat on the grass in front of the Library and talked about the nice weather while we sipped our Jambas. It was a perfect date.

I need: A List

I need:

1. A plane ticket to Bolivia
2. A cover letter for an Internship
3. More cake, my life does not have enough cake
4. To accept that my birthday is close to Christmas and as much as I tell myself that it does not make a difference and that it isn't that bad, it is really that bad and I will always recieve birthday presents in Christmas paper and my birthday will never be as good as a June birthday or May birthday.
5. Time to study for Econ 110
6. Outfits that do not require heavy wool coats (thank you Mr. Sun)
7. A proper funeral for the winter
8. To find a nice aparment with a pool for this summer
9. Breakfast
10. More romantic dates (a girl can dream can't she!)

Lists: A Release

Four years ago a good friend of mine started to post his feelings in list form. I thought it was odd at first, but then I go into lists myself. Then I watched High Fidelity (now one of my favorite movies) and fell in love with lists. Lists are so helpful in recognizing or organizing thoughts and feelings. Lists tell me things. I'm not quite sure if this is the most excellent way to conduct myself but when I meet people I ask them about their lists. Top 5 favorite songs? The last 3 things you bought for no reason? Top 3 fears? Favorite movies? 5 favorite memories? Favorite colors? Favorite smells? Can I see your iPod? Looking at somebody's iPod is a perfectly good way to get to know them. It's like a mega list. The list of all lists.

Sometimes I'll write lists about people, myself, or things and find my real feelings in my lists; 3 things I love about Josh, 5 places I would want to go with Donnette, best birthday parties, top 3 things I never want to want, places I would want to live, Top 5 songs that describe you, Bands I want to see with Steve, Art pieces I would touch even if it meant getting in a lot of trouble if I were to be caught. The more detailed they get, the better.

Writing lists is comforting. I could write lists about anything and everything.

Here is my favorite list from High Fidelity. I don't own this movie. I haven't found it edited yet. If anybody has any ideas of where I could find a clean copy, please share!

Something Witty

Found these on a Friends blog (Thanks Ayumi).

These are Anti-Theft Lunch Bags by Design You Trust.

I like this idea. It made me laugh.

Sunday Dinner Ensemble

Trying to add variety to my wardrobe is easier than I thought. All I have to do is not get ready until the last minute. Then, I just grab whatever is clean and in reach and let the magic happen. Wearing an uncommon blend of clothes from my closet was very, very, liberating.

Mustard yellow pea coat with a wrap around shirt. It was also warm enough for my dark jean capri's that have not been worn since 2008. They were tight(er), and crisp.

Classic bow.


Did I mention these?






It was a fun dinner.

Chocolate, My Friend

This past Christmas a good friend of the family left large Christmas basket full of goodies on our porch. By mistake, the person who delivered it left a small price tag on the side indicating that the contents, wrapping, and the basket itself totaled around $35. It was because of this tag that my parents refused to open the package in fear that a scamming gift collector would come and ask for the $35 (my parents believe that everybody is out to 'get them'). So, the package remained unopened next to our Christmas tree after Christmas, for most of January, and for a portion of February. That was it. I searched the package and found a phone number for Carol's Gifts on the bottom of the basket. I called and asked if a scamming collector would come hunt my family down for the money. The kind lady informed me that the package was from a family in the Stake, and that the it was already paid for.

I unwrapped the clear cellophane and pulled out some treats. Chips, salsa, cookies, cheeses, crackers and a tub of Stephen's White Hot Chocolate. I. Love. White. Hot. Chocolate. Do you know where you can find white hot chocolate? Nowhere. I have searched all stores and Internet websites and found none. So you can only imagine how excited I was. I would sprinkle nutmeg and cinnamon above the steaming drink and share it with my family over a game of Ticket To Ride. I could not imagine more perfect nights than those.

Then my white hot chocolate tub became more tub than chocolate. The sources depleted quickly. I was sure that I was the only one who would make use of that tub and it's insides. One day my dad told me that my mom was eating it too, only she was eating it plain (without milk, or shame). All those spoon fulls of goodness, wasted. I hid the tub from then on until it was finally gone.

I thought the days of white hot chocolate were over. Then my parents got back from a trip to Hawaii and brought me back a small tub of white hot chocolate that they found there! This was especially surprising because my parents are usually the worst gift givers, ever. But this gift was really nice! I guess they saw how excited I was about the white hot chocolate and the next day they bought me a pound of white chocolate. A pound of it. So thoughtful they are, really.

Mix 2 tablespoons in a cup of hot milk. Sprinkle with nutmeg and cinnamon. Then, top with grated white chocolate. You will not be sorry.

A close up of the chocolate wedge.

Still life with potted plant.

Still life with fruit and books.

I call this, The Procession

I also pulled down my rich Dark Chocolate mix.


And something a little more modern.

Life is good.