Oh, glorious day! Ahhh I am soo ready to use this thing to pieces.






Why couldn't we play on the swingset while eating infinite
and cracked you up on drugs.
Bless your soul.
Told you I was a hopeless romantic..
As for dating..I have a long list of
funny/weird/whatwereyouthinking things have have
happened on dates. I'm a little hesitant to post some on here
{you never know who stalks this blog}
but..I'll give you a few (all different dates):
1) I spilled hot chocolate ALL over myself
and my date's new car. Nice one, Nat.
2) My date threw up while we were swinging on
the swings. Uhm. That's hoooott..sike.
3) I got proposed to in a planetarium..with a
ring pop. It was a joke..but it was the first date
I'd ever been on with an RM..was not totally excited
about it in the first place; I was trippin' the heck
out after that. Then dated the kid 6 months later.
Go figure.
4) I fell out of my chair at dinner..I started
to fall asleep as my date was talking about
himself. ZzZz..*tips over* "AHH!". Pretty much.
5) Mini-golfing. I broke a light {erm..I mean
I totally aimed for it..bonus points..?} Then my
date threw my ball in the pond. Jerk.
6) Group date. My date said two words to me the
entire time: "hello". "goodnight". Woooooow; he would.
And he did.
7) Went to an institute formal dance. Then
to see the temple lights. Then bowling. In
formal wear. Hii so much fun.
<3







Okay, srsly..don't get me started. Brie warned you. Oh well. Here we go. Now, I know what you're all thinking:
August Rush is SO stez. I cried. Baha. I love music, though. So yeah. How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days uhm HELLO ultimate chick-flick. Girls love it. Guys like it. You'll laugh. You'll cry. You'll die a little bit inside. I wish I had to learn to lose a
Okayyy. If ANYONE has played this game {usually involving a frenzy of seemingless clicking} theyNatalie's week{weak?}-mission: Minesweeper{advanced} domination.
Wish me luck.
P.S I am making a new cake. For a birthday. What should I make? Suggestions, pleaase!!!!
Baby cake pan. Born Aug. 13, 2009 at 8:03 PM. 2 oz. 6 inches. Welcome into the world, little child.
Homemade cake board--that's right. Lookit that craftiness {*cough*ghetto}
Nothing like some good ol' scotch tap and alluminum foil.
Failed to remember I had a cake in the oven o.O S'okay, though. I leveled the top and had no intentions on eating it anyway--strictly for decorating.
So I have this friend. Her name is Brie. I call her Briemo. And we like to take pictures with point-and-shoots. And I get really frustrated when I can't trick the autofocus into depth-of-fielditizing what I want it to. So I pretend my new camera is Brie's kodak. And we get creative. With extremely exotic (erotic?) locations. A la carte. Like cafeteria food. But not on hot-dog Thursdays o.O