last meal.

what i would order for my last meal in prison?

french fries from mcdonalds.
chili, potato salad, and 7 layer dip by mom.
peanut butter moo'd from jamba juice.
peach rings.
5 supreme chalupas from taco bell with hot sauce.
manicotti from boccia's.
chocolate cake from costco.
hawaiian panini and tomato basil soup from zupa's.
brownie batter ice cream from ben and jerry's.
lettuce wraps from p.f. changs.
sweet pork salad (extra meat) from cafe rio.
cheetos.

this post is making my mouth water.

what would you order?

how does she do it?

Rachael Yamagata (best break-up songs ever)

Elephants

If the elephants have past lives
Yet are destined to always remember
It's no wonder how they scream
Like you and I they must have some temper

And I am dreaming of them on the plains
Dirtying up their beds
Watching for some sign of rain
To cool their hot heads

And how dare that you send me that card
When I'm doing all that I can do
You are forcing me to remember
When all I want is to just forget you

If the tiger shall protect her young
Then tell me how did you slip by
All my instincts have failed me for once
I must have somehow slept the whole night

And I am dreaming of them with their kill
Tearing it all apart
Blood dripping from their lips
And teeth sinking into heart

And how dare that you say you will call
When you know I need some peace of mind
If you had to take sides with the animals
Won't you do it with one who is kind?

If the hawks in the trees need the dead
If you're living you don't stand a chance
For a time though you share the same bed
There are only two ends to this dance

You can flee with your wounds just in time
Or lie there as he feeds
Watching yourself ripped to shreds
Laughing at you as you bleed

So for those of you falling in love
Keep it kind, keep it good, keep it right
Throw yourself in the midst of danger
But keep one eye open at night

dear pennyroyal,

brie cheese with green apples as a panini?
you're magical.
thanks for being something cool in provo.

loves,
nat

this is about all the math i do.

tomorrow is pie day folks.
(you know...3.14? i had to explain this to my sister. math isn't her strong point.)
i'm super excited.

razzleberry?
yes, please.

in other news:
i would just like to say...

once a creepy, makeout-with-everyone-that-has-legs band kid,
always a creepy, makeout-with-everyone-that-has-legs person.
always.

you left me wishing that i knew how to fly.

move. head. now.

hey all,
with the one year mark of this blog coming up,
i really need to figure out what i want to do with it.
because i don't think i can spend years 2,3,4 etc. just commentating on awkward things.

oh wait.

yes.
yes i can.
i could do it allll niiiiiighttttt longggggggggggg.

but seriously...
input?

please.

and if you're being a blog lurker, at least stop and say hi.

the worst.

go here.

because we really, really need more hair like this in the world.

really.

walking slow = a punch in the head

It’s 9:50 a.m. on Brigham Young University campus and I have a class to get to. Fast.
Lucky for me, I get stuck behind a Berlin Wall of lazy walkers and I’m still a brisk 10-minute walk away. Like a boxer, I bob and weave.
I attempt to get through the mob of couples that seem to find it appropriate to snuggle while walking. No dice. It seems that I will have to resort to the quick step, complete with lots of elbows.
Success! The dirty looks that are shot at my back hardly break my stride.
It’s now 9:55 a.m. and as I pull up by backpack strings and set my iPod to a catchy beat, I rush to class hoping that I can find a good seat.
No seats to be seen.
My life spirals into what seems like a Shakespearean tragedy. I’m forced to sit on the floor, in the back and with my glasses no where to be found. My carpet-sharing friends smell funny, like feet. Woe is me.
Look at where those slow pokes got me: the dirtied floor with the smelly kids and poor board viewing opportunities.
To all of those who find the need to take a nice leisurely stroll during the mass chaos between classes – stop it. If your body is ailed with arthritis or your shoes are 3 times too big, then please – by all means. Walk as slow as you need.
But until then, obey traffic laws and get up to speed with oncoming traffic before you merge.