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Let me set the scene: last night, 2am, can't sleep.

So naturally, what do I do? Grab a piece of wood (yeah, I have this stuff just laying around..no srsly..), some acrylics, my (AMAZING) angled brushes, and go ta' werrrk. Well, it was just one disaster after another.

For starters, I went to clean my brush, only to realize I already drank the water (it was clean**). Strike one. Lesson learned: don't clean your brushes in a mug you typically drink out of; instinct will set in and you'll be doomed to leave your post and re-fill up.

As if that wasn't bad enough, I went a little schizo and starting painting the part marked "yellow" with seafoam. Strike two. Lesson learned: it's possible to make it through college without learning how to read correctly.

I love how I've known myself for 21 years, and still learn new things about me everyday. One of which is that I hold my breath when I am trying to delicately paint straight lines. This leads to near-death experiences which involve hyperventilation and seeing stars. Strike three. Lesson learned: uh..breathe?


I'm by no means a sports fan, but I think in baseball terminology, I've "struck out". Now I understand what drove Van Gogh mad.

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On the second day of December, my true love said to me:
"Go dress up and waltz around Provo like you own the place because, let's face it..you do!"

Alright, so maybe I don't have a true love, and maybe he didn't say that to me. But I have a feeling my Chuck Bass doppleganger would say something of similar taste to get my spirits high. Sidenote: I'm joking; I'm a total Provo hermit.

But for real. Today = photoshoots and snow and cold air...and probably pneumonia. And I don't care, because I'M GETTING OUT OF THE HOUSE!!!!! Finally.

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Humpty Dumpty's last name was Wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
Humpty Dumpty's first name was Natalie.
At least someone thought to Instagram it, yeah? Super important. Gotta' have the IG.

Well, I guess it's bound to happen when you devote every day of your life to fueling a passion in a sport that takes its victims ruthlessly. Luck of the draw. I don't actually remember any of what was going on (apparently I smile after regaining consciousness as shown in the picture above..?) or what happened leading up to it. Only have accounts from my friends who saw it. But yeah, from what I heard, I was jumping, spun, board caught an edge on some ice, hit my head pretty hard, tumbled a little, bam. Knocked out. Ski Patrol came, threw me on a stretcher, put me in the back of an ambulance, and that's where my memory kicks in. I just remember being told not to move because they didn't know if I had broken anything in my back/pelvis. Great way to regain memory, right? Luckily xrays came out clean. I can easily say that day was the most excruciating pain I've ever been in in my life. I couldn't walk. Doctors said no riding for 6 weeks. We'll see about that ;) I'm getting more and more back into the natural ability of things I took for granted: walking, sitting all the way down to pee (srsly!), being able to put my pants on, being able to put shoes on, being able to touch my toes.. but it's day 4 and those things are already starting to feel easier! I put pants on standing up today - yayy! Haha. Hoping to be back in a week. We'll see though. We'll see.

God is good, He is merciful, and I am indebted to Him. I love my Savior. I love the priesthood. And I love the gospel of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. These things are true.

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Hello blog.
My name is Natalie Wall, I am 10+10+1 years young, residing in beautiful Utah, and - despite your justly preconceived notions - I haven't snowboarded off a lethal cliff (yet), suffocated in cupcakes, or gotten re-abducted by the stork. I am alive. I am neglectful. And I am sorry.

I will try to be better with this. I used to be good at it. Now..I just suck. And my life is boring.

Actually, that's a fallacy. Life has manged to be more interested and exciting than ever, and it's a shame I am too lazy to document it all. Just trust me when I say it is wonderful :)

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Confessions:
1. I feel guilty reclining my seat on an airplane when there's someone sitting behind me.
2. I haven't brushed my hair in over a week (I was on a cruise..not that that's an excuse..)
3. I've never seen a Star Wars movie in my life.
4. I still think the Spice Girls are radtastic.
5. Sometimes I rehearse what I'm going to say in front of the mirror before I make a phone call.
6. I listen to Spanish music so people in the car next to me think I'm bilingual. Okay, so maybe that's not why. But it sounded epic in my head.
7. I have kind of given up on this "blogging" thing.
8. My snowboard season started last Friday. Not a confession, but it's been the highlight of my month.

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There are people in our life that motivate us to inspire for greatness. Those that carry us when we're weak, and forbid us to settle for anything less than satisfactory. Then there are those that we barely know, who manage to trod footprints in our life path and leave potent trails. Regardless, I am filled with nothing but gratitude for the angels I'm surrounded with from the time I wake up to the time I turn in for the night. I am blessed, I am blessed, I am blessed. Get after life.

Dream big, then make it happen.

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Today is a day that calls for sitting in a tree sippin' on a juice box with my iPod. I'm out.

[Currently Listening: Brothers On A Hotel Bed - Death Cab]

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Most girls wish to swim with dolphins, to make out on the beach, and to have an entire room painted cotton-candy pink with complimenting damask-print furniture.

I, however, do not.

I wish for snow. I wish to shred. I wish for a slurpee from 711. And I wish that the handful of Hershey kisses I just brought back to my room wasn't already in my tummy. Waaay too lazy to walk back to the kitchen.


I ALSO WISH THAT WHOEVER WAS USING THE LEAF BLOWER AT 3AM WOULD GO THE (cherry-flavored) FUNDIP TO BED!


What can I say? I'm plain.

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Our screen door is open, letting in the rain's aroma - which has mixed in a beautifully lethal combination with the scent of warm brownies escaping from our oven. As I stare out my bedroom window, I see people running into their homes using textbooks and backpacks as some sort of necessary shield. You know, so they don't melt. Utah n00bs. As a former Arizonian, I think I need to teach this state how to properly do rainstorms.

*takes off shoes and runs outside*

[Currently listening: Lykke Li - Time Flies]

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So my best friend (who happens to live with me) and I are seen to some as worthless. We describe our days as "doing so much but actually nothing". Today, we headed down to catch the storm on the water front. Utah is incredible like that. The perfect combination of weather and geography.


On the flip-side, I apologize to all my dear friends back home. I've been the worst keep-in-contact-er. I have good intentions, I do. But then I get preoccupied in thrift stores, or craft stores (I spent 2 hours debating between the shade of acrylic blue paint I wanted because I'm too cheap to buy some white and MIX it..), or the Los Betos drive thru (40 minutes, true story..totally worth it). I love you all and will have a handmade Natalie Utah Muxxtape sent your way in due time.