friday playlist

pompeii - bastille
little man - little dragon
hang with me - robyn
16 years - phantogram
colour fade - funeral suits

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life lately (picture overload)

a few months ago, i went to moab with my dad. 

we went hiking, rafting, and hieroglyph sighting.

it was awesome.

fall is my favorite season, but it's cut short in utah by long summers and longer winters.

i have made sure to soak it up all i can by going on a million hikes.

i'm obsessed!

can you even believe i live here?!

(pictures from three separate hikes.)

of course, i've been working. a lot.

i really like my job. i like everyone i work with, and i get to work with kade!

but we get bored... so we doodle and have orange peeling contests.

as always, food has played a pretty important role in my life these days.

and! i was at cafe rio the other day, and a worker brought me a tres leches; my fave!

i said "i didn't order this?"

and she said "someone asked me to give it to you."

it was the most random and awesome thing that's happened to me!

(if you have information on this anonymous giver of cake, please send your tips to the comments section of this post.)

and, of course, for your viewing pleasure,

here's my god-babe, cutest kid you ever did SEE.

This post was to prove that my life isn't as cryptic and depressing as the rest of my blog is.

Regular posting to resume... now.

this was my bedroom.

our renters painted it white.

as i walked down the hall toward the open door, i thought "i don't even recognize this room. this isn't really even my room anymore."

but then, i walked in, and the smell...

the smell.

it smells the same. after a year of me being gone, and a stranger inhabiting my space, my room still smells the same.

it's like the 9 years of life that i spent in that room have made their place there. the memories have seeped into the walls, settled themselves into the corners.

it smells a little like sun-warmed carpet, clean sheets, and notebook paper.

you'd think that i'd spend my time dwelling on the big things that happened in that room. the tears and the sex and the drugs.

but the first thing i thought of was sitting on the edge of my bed and facing my window, shutters open, window cracked, feeling the mixed sensation of the warm sun streaming through the glass and the cool breeze sneaking through the screen. not feeling any particular emotion or thinking any particular thought or looking in any particular direction. just sitting, and being.

and then i thought of laying of the floor, belly down, pen in mouth, reading my american history book.

and then i thought of standing around with my friends, and molly acting like a political adviser as my dog stood at the window, looking very presidential indeed.

and then i thought of early mornings styling my hair, and late nights jumping on my bed to the beat of "mmmbop" and the glow of my lava lamp while drifting off to sleep.

the time that i spent in my room was probably the most significant time in my life. because it was my in-between time, my alone time. the time where i was just completely myself, because no one was watching me. that's where i got ready, wound-down, cried, laughed, wrote, and just was. felt the breeze and the sun and left myself completely in the moment because i didn't have anything to think about or do.

those are the memories i have in my room.

and as i left the house, i realized that... i wasn't as sad as i thought i would be. driving away from the place that knew me best, knowing i would never go there again.

and the fact that i wasn't sad made me sad. i knew that i was moving on from a significant time in my life.

that's always hard, you know?

summer playlist

super ready to ride bikes and roll down the windows and live in a swimming suit. can't wait to see the beach!

we used to be friends - the dandy warhols
she said, she said - the black keys
punching in a dream - the naked and famous
bodysnatchers - radiohead
vibrations - javelin
help, i'm alive - metric


some other sunny playlists

this weekend was a productive one.

i ran this race, then went to this pub, to see this band, and watch this game.

even though i did some really fun things, by the end of the weekend, i was itching to get home and just be.

i'm seriously getting old.

this is what my day looked like today

and it was really really really really great.

road trip

this weekend, my kid sister and i took a little road trip to surprise our parents and brothers in grand junction, co. we had the most fantastic time! we spent our hours in the car blasting music and soaking in the goodness of fall, and our family time shopping, eating out, and roaming the streets of a city-wide fall festival (which was really artsy and local; i love grand junction!)



it was such a fun little getaway; i want to take advantage of this beautiful time of year by road tripping as much as i can. who's in?

breathing

i've experienced a few minor set backs in my self-improvement project. i had a lot of disappointments and therefore allowed myself to indulge in some unhealthy behaviors i used to enjoy.


but i found myself not enjoying them. i found myself feeling trapped, suffocated by my old lifestyle.

things that have been really helping have been healthy meals, good friends, and lots and lots of sunshine.

photos taken via instagram app for iphone



did i mention my new phone?! that's helping lots, too.

yesterday, i was driving home from work. the sun was shining. the wind was blowing. the radio was blasting.

and though i'd had a less than desirable day, i couldn't help feel... contained.

i wanted to stretch my body for miles, to scream at the top of my lungs, to just expand.

and i thought to myself
i'm going to explode with happiness.

and that thought alone made my heart swell a little bit more.

photo credit: via

friday playlist

here's a little playlist to accompany your sunny, happy weekend!


phantom limb - the shins
gimme sympathy - metric
amsterdam - peter bjorn & john
susie cues - javelin
honey - moby
new theory - washed out

photo credit: me