San Fran

One day I hope to live in a small apartment in the heart of San Francisco or New York. I hope I have a gray cat and use the bus or the subway to get to the school where I teach history to fourteen-year-olds five out of seven days of the week. In the evenings I hope to watch documentaries and foreign films while I grade papers and sit by my husband. I hope to have a "usual" for chinese take-out. I hope I don't get caught up in the nonsense of things and that I can still find quiet and peace while appreciating the chaos of many people living vastly different lives in one small place. I don't expect to be famous or universally acclaimed, rather I just hope those who know me describe me as "a good person". It doesn't sound like much, but it seems wonderful to me.

When 10 year olds find photobooth

Most recent music obsession

Rocky Votolato


Also, Easier by Joe Purdy, Spirited by Laura Gibson and Sea of Doubts by Azure Ray. Good stuff.

I'm getting my wise teeth yanked out in the mornin, ya'll. Cheers to tomato soup and netflix for the next few days.

"Love is not a fight, but it's something worth fighting for."

In 24 hours I will be on a plane to North Carolina, a place I haven't been for exactly 6 months. (I left on June 18th.)

Weird.

Love will not betray you
Dismay or enslave you, it will set you free
Be more like the man you were made to be
There is a design, an alignment, a cry
Of my heart to see,
The beauty of love as it was made to be.

Fredrick!

My dear Katie Stice is convinced that studying in a British accent helps her remember things. I think she's crazy. So, naturally, I'm going to try it.

Cheerio.

In honour of this most glorious occasion

This is technically our first picture together.

This was our first dance.

This is our song.

This is my favorite picture of him.

Can I just say that being best friends with who you're dating indispensable? Ours is a basis of respect and faith above all else, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I've never seen it happen first hand like this, and to be honest I never thought I was worth the trouble he goes through. I never thought I would be with someone who treats me so well and makes me so dadgum happy all of the time. That's not to say we don't have our ups and downs, but what I mean is that its been worth it. Every once in a while a thought will float through my mind wondering if I should try a different direction or go elsewhere. The thing is that before I can really even register the idea, I find myself laughing. Its just a comical notion. If I have it my way, I'll never see the day where I belong to someone else.

For those of you who aren't familiar with Austin, he stands between 5'9" and 5'10" depending on how much he's slouching. He's that guy that perpetually has gum, and he only likes a particular flavor of Extra. Austin is a phenomenal photographer, but has an even larger passion for people and a strong desire to be of help to them. His favorite music artist is Andrew Bird, favorite movie is Rear Window. He's from northern Kentucky/ Cincinnati, and Alex Christman has been his best friend since high school. He sticks his tongue out when he's concentrating really hard, has had bad luck with cars, and would typically rather use public transportation. Austin hates smiling normally in pictures, likes opportunities to wear the bow tie I bought him, and is a fan of Justin Bieber. He's pretty lousy at remembering names but considers anyone he's ever had a conversation with to be a friend. He writes obscene amounts of reminders and notifications for everything, looks really good in pullover sweaters, and is more than I ever realistically wished for.

For the record, I'm allowed to be cheesy/ridiculous/mushy on my own blog.

Por fin,

I love you, Austin Dressman! Cheers to the past six months.

"You pull me out of the dark and now it's light."

Also, just found this....

Dear Kelsie Moore,

You have probably forgotten how weird your friends are. Please prepare yourself and SEE YOU SOON!

Too little information

I work at the information desk. At said desk, I have learned that members of the human race are not always wise, neither are they considerate. In fact, it would appear that many of them are just flat out weird.

To demonstrate:

Girl comes up to the desk and looks at me.

Says nothing.

Me: Hi.

Girl: Hi.

Me: Can I help you?

Girl: I need some tickets.

Me: Okay. Which tickets do you need?

Girl: Divine Comedy.

I wait for more information.

Information does not come.

Me: Okay... What day?

Girl: Saturday.

A little more waiting. Maybe she'll actually tell me the rest.

Nope.

Me: ...What time?

Girl: 7:00 p.m.

Again.

Nope.

Me: ...How many?

Girl: Two.

Me: Ten dollars.

To help you understand, would you ever go up to a movie ticket counter and simply say..."I need some tickets"?

And if you did, how do you expect that they would look at you?

And if they then asked "to what", how would they look at you when you simply said, "Harry Potter"?


To all of you prospective ticket buyers, I will sing for you if you spit out "Hey I need two for Divine Comedy at 7 on Saturday." Transaction is made, you are on your way, and I love you to pieces. Cheerio.

Was that really so hard?

facebookear

I WILL learn to dance like this.

My favorite color is cornflower blue.

24 pages

Sometimes when you want to know the truth

 you need to ask a lot of people.

The longer I'm in the midst of Utah culture

the more jaded I get. It's a good thing I'll have a mission to break things up a tad.