let's try this again

once again, i have stopped blogging. but until someone on my formspring asked why, i didn't see why i had stopped! blogging was such a great outlet for me. i've been really stressed out lately, and down in the dumps. why?! i have no idea. but i do remember when i did feel this way, blogging my heart out kept me sane! this time around i'm no longer going to share my blog posts on facebook, which will probably make me feel like i'll no longer have someone to report to. haha. 

if you have found this blog without searching through my facebook feed, i applaud you. welcome to my little public journal. 

today it's all kinds of gloomy outside. i love cold weather. i love layering, boots, hot coco, the changing colors of the trees, fire's, snuggling up, festival food, finally getting to paint my nails those pretty deep polish colors, and everything else fall and winter have to offer. but the absence of the sun really does make me gloomy. like half of america, i'm almost positive i have seasonal depression. or at least i like to tell myself i do, that way i can blame my "bummy-ness" on something else than just pure lack of motivation. good enough excuse, right?

today i have two haircuts appointment, a color appointment, and a hair extensions appointment. to say the least, i'll be busy.

but i had to blog before i run off to the day. if i could, i would just order food and sit at my house all day watching pretty little liars. 

but i'm a career lady now. and career ladies can't do that.

p.s. the new taylor swift album. what happened to my big curly haired, sequined dressed wearing, guitar strumming taylor? i don't like this dubstep, pop artist, with zero clever lyrics and no "you're missing out loser" songs. call my too country, but this new album is a L-L-L-LET DOWN. ....phew, that feel's good to get off my chest.

am i crazy yet?

moving home is getting the best of me. moses lake is no provo, and where the crap did all of my friends go?

the only cure to not getting depressed, it staying BUSY. and i mean busy with a capital B!

today i signed up for art 101 at the community college in town. why did i do this? to stay busy, so i don't get depressed remember? i also signed up for institute every monday and wednesday. 

why not take institute at night like everybody else you may ask? because i work at a restaurant in town every night all week. and why do i do this? to stay busy, and so i don't get depressed.

and lastly, during the day and whenever i have the free time. i will be doing hair. cutting, coloring, waxing, painting, blow drying, curling, and straightening hair.

again,  so i don't get bored and depressed.

let's hope this all works. and let's hope i have the time to figure this all out.

oh, and let's also hope i have the time to ever have fun.

because fun can also keep a girl from getting lonely and depressed.

cheers to the next three months, cheers.

insanity

i have taken the INSANITY challenge! i am only on day four.. and my body is killing me!
honestly the only place i can really feel the burn is in my legs and shoulders! when is insanity going to start ripping my abs apart!??


can we all agree that your stomach is the hardest thing to work out? maybe i'm too lazy, or just too fat... but i feel like i can NEVER get my stomach nice and tight!


so... fingers crossed that insanity works! these next two months are going to pass whether i'm working out or not, right? so i might as well just do the workouts, right?! (this is the part that ya'll step in and give me motivation to keep going.)


i'm going to press on! i'll let you guys know when my six pack comes in... fingers crossed...


love, k.

justin.

die in your arms. it's been on repeat for days, and i've been singing every word! help me...

gifts.

my mama is notorious for surprising you days after your birthday, or christmas, or any other gift worthy holiday with yet another be-lated gift.

since we were away from home this time around i'll give her a break, but i have to blog about these beautiful rings she bestowed upon me this morning while i was rumbling around in my bed.

i am obsessed with gold and pretty much anything that crap wrap around my sausage fingers. you can find these rings and more katie and chloe jewelry by clicking right here.

the ones i got are the "gatineau staking rings" combo. they're thin enough so they're not too bulky, but thick enough so you're not afraid of bending them as you slap your hand against the metal chair in front of you at concerts (like i always do).

thanks mama

:)

20.

i am so BUGGED with myself! i haven't blogged in ages, and it's eating me. kind of...


i'm currently reading stephanie nielson's book "heaven is here" and in the mists of her being a super hero her love to blog has sparked mine, yet again!


i celebrated my birthday almost two weeks ago.


i am 20 years old. 


the day was celebrated with lots of family, loved ones, and the best of friends.


i got a new laptop. can you say Macbook Pro? i'm still geeking out over it. (how embarrassing.) 


that afternoon we went to "jump on it". a place near provo covered wall to wall with trampolines and foam pits. they literally have trampolines on the walls... i think something is wrong with me. i've been fueling up on the h2o like usual... but every time i jumped i peed a little. yes, peed. and i'm talking EVERY TIME. i took my little 20 year old self to the bathroom to relieve any pee that was trying to escape via jumping up and down, but it kept coming! i haven't gave any births lately that i remember so what the heck is happening?! mama recommend a few "you know what" exercises. lets all pray that they work so i'm not the dork peeing her pants every time she decides to have some fun. we went to chilis for dinner, my newest restaurant addiction! they have the best chips and salsa. i eat it like animal, with it usually dripping everywhere once i'm finished. (currently drooling just thinking about it.) then we went to a comedy club to top the night off. for anyone and everyone living in provo, go to "comedy sports" in provo RIGHT NOW! best choice you'll ever make.


i already miss those mountains, and that pretty happy happy valley.


but i am 20.


my brother is married.


and i have moved back to washington.


not just for the summer, but for the fall. and the winter. and spring. and maybe the next summer. who knows!


i've always tried to convince myself that i would NEVER move back... but here i am. and i would always tell myself that if i did move back it would be oh so temporary. i'm currently eating my words..


being 20, and living back at home. i'm setting a few goals to keep myself a float.


i bought a new leather bound journal, since my last one was on its final stretch with overfilled pages and a broken spine. and with that journal, with me being 20 and all.. i'm going to fill it with everything. (another thing stephanie nielson has inspired to me do.) the things too embarrassing for me to even tell myself will be scribbled into that little book. all my hopes, dreams, crushes, loves, heartbreaks, victories, failures. i want it all there, in the raw.


i'm going to take the insanity challenge! my dad was up at 3:00AM while the girls were away, and what else comes on but an "insanity" infomercial... and that bad boy suckered him right in! it's only a two month ordeal. and the two months are going to by if i'm working out or not! SO LETS DO IT. i hear it's the hardest thing ever, so i will be accepting any and all encouraging voices, and maybe some encouraging brownies just to refuel every once in a while...?


i'm going to get a job. and buy cowgirl boots. and a plane ticket to hawaii to visit cherie.


i want to enroll in gymnastic classes, but that one is still up in the air for now... haha.


and i want to be the best big sister tay's ever had.


i'm still working on more goals... but this will do for now.


let's go.

moving.

load the car and write the note.
grab your bag and grab your coat.
tell the ones that need to know.
we are headed north.

one foot in and one foot back.
but it don’t pay to live like that.
so i cut the ties and i jumped the track.
for never to return