Sunday, November 21, 2010

amo a Landon

i like piano music. i could listen to it all day and night and i love it when my roommate nancy practices. i sit on my lovesac and revel at her amazing talent.
i also like Landon. i like going to church with him and letting him tickle my arm with a pen only to find the entire palm of my hand tattooed in green ink. i like how he is a good sport when his roommate points out his long hair to everyone in the ward during his talk. i like watching the office with him and i like...just being with him. correction: i love being with him. i love how he lets me use his printing credit at the school because i don't have enough money to buy my own. i love how he lets me use his truck because poor joanna is in the shop. i love how he buys me a lamp so i can read at night without disturbing my roommate. i love how he tells me everything he loves about me and i get all bashful. i love how bowling is the only thing he really gets upset at in front of me. i love how i love beating him in anything i can except for bowling. i love how he managed to convert me to being a byu fan when i really had no preference before.

i love Landon.

Thursday, November 18, 2010


sometimes you have those days when you back your car up into a piece of steel so hefty, you could drop it off the empire state building and no damage would come of it. and it sucks. and sometimes you get stuck in traffic in the middle of the night because of a crash up the road. and it sucks.

sometimes you don't get a text from someone you wanted. and it sucks. and sometimes you feel like all of the people you get advice and love and friendship from are all off in different countries and you're alone. and it sucks.

sometimes your feet are so cold, it causes pain to the rest of your body. and it sucks. and sometimes you just really, really feel like you need a hug to blind you from the pain you feel from your daily mistakes. and it sucks.

but every time, there is someone there for you. someone to drive you to the repair shop and sit in traffic with. or someone to complain about "how far away argentina is" with. or a good pair of socks. and when you're with those people, the sucking seems less...lonely. i guess it's true, that misery loves company. but could it possibly be that sometimes, the company makes it less miserable? i think so.

and sometimes, i feel like there should be little asians sleeping in my dresser. and frankly, that frightens me.