being a grown-up is stupid.

parker and i are in the process of buying a house (well, condo, but it's something that we'll own, so house is good enough for me). we met with our realtor and this really intimidating lady yesterday and they bombarded us with all this information about titles and house insurance and a warranty and HOA and escrow and blah and blah.

man. what the heck is escrow? honestly. i had to google just now what escrow is, and i still don't get it.

and parker and i got in a spat last night about the title and how confused i was about it and how i was having anxiety attacks thinking about calling all these people (the phone and i have a hateful relationship) and parker was asking me "are you serious?" when i asked if we had to buy the title.

yes. i was serious.
and no. i don't have to buy it.

luckily, the title and title company makes more sense now. escrow will probably always remain a mystery.

it reminds of this scene in gilmore girls.
in fact, that's the first time i heard the word escrow.

it also reminds me of escargot, which i think i'd rather be dealing with than actual escrow.
at least escargot doesn't make me call it.

today

you remember that movie the gremlins?

and the whole day/night that happened as a direct result of that idiot teenager giving into a "cute" animal just because it batted its eyelashes and promised him wealth beyond his imagination? (okay, that last part was made up.)

exhibit a:

yeah.

the chaos and terror of that day doesn't even begin to describe my day.

as i was driving home after this day from hell, i got stopped in one lane traffic on one of the main roads in ogden. the other lane was blocked off by a bunch of orange cones with seemingly no actual construction going on. (utah...)

i then began deciding how much damage would happen to my car if i decided that there really was no construction and ran over every one of those cones.

you know, one probably wouldn't do damage. two, even. but i don't think a whole flock of these cones is going to be nice to my car.

this then led to an image of my car being jammed with those orange cones and some major wreckage happening.

by that point in the thought process, the traffic was gone.

needless to say, stella was spared and the flock of cones (that should be a cover band name for flock of seagulls) won this battle.

but it won't win the war....

(p.s. don't google movie stills from gremlins. especially when you're home by yourself. just don't do it. and then don't feed those stills after midnight. you'll regret it later.)

(p.p.s. bad movie "joke" in that last sentence. it's been a long day.)

a few realizations:

curtain calls make me feel really uncomfortable.
andrew lloyd webber is a talented, but terrifying man.
thoreau's "civil disobedience" has taught me more about
how to deal with people than i thought.

props, thoreau.

props.



[i only add civil disobedience because i'm analyzing it
for my online class. i'm not that intellectually advanced that i 
read it just because.

maybe one day.]

today's menu.

when i first started dating parker, i was convinced he was a picky eater.

"i don't like broccoli."

"i don't like chicken noodle soup."

"i don't like carrots."

"i don't like cauliflower."

if my mom was cooking something, i'd tell her, "parker doesn't like that." (which parker hated, by the way. "don't tell your mom i don't like what she's cooking!")

it wasn't until later that i realized i was wrong.

horribly, horribly wrong.

i'm the picky eater.

i hate cooked tomatoes. in anything. they freak me out beyond all reason.

i hate most kinds of cheeses other than maybe mozzarella and cheddar. and i've tasted a lot of other cheeses, especially of the french variety. mostly at an actual cheese party that the french club had while i was at byu. where i met one of the five browns and creeped on him by taking a picture. then i talked to him. 

but i digress.

i hate really thick pieces of deli meat. i'm not a huge cooked ham fan, unless it's a spiral cut honey ham, but even then the slices have to be really thin.

random, right?

then there's all this random food that i love that most people hate.

salt and vinegar chips? love.

pickled onions? yes please. and yes, i can hear you judging me through the internet and through time.

noodles with just butter and salt. what is that about?

so, i'm a picky eater. 

there you go parker.

this is actually somewhat unrelated.

it was just a pretty picture from our wedding.

(i need to upload more photos other than

wedding ones to my computer.)

i do love thursdays. but this one was humiliating.

let's talk about the awesome night that i've had.



i decided while walking into my apartment, dodging the awkward stares from my freeloader, 30-something male neighbors smoking on their porch (who, i'm pretty sure, are that 47% that mitt romney was talking about. judge me all you want.):

i'd pretty much had it with people today, for a few reasons.

first, creepers that go to winco and shop and look at me while i'm trying to buy deodorant.
and then when i leave the store i look like i'm following them because i'm trying to dodge a truck that's backing out. i got really close to that truck so i wasn't as close as i could've been to the creepers who were hocking (is that the word?) loogies right in front of me.

ogden is full of classy people.

second, my aforementioned neighbors.

.......

third, the fact that aunt flo is coming for a visit

(story behind that: basically i just looked up euphemisms for period, and that one was just about as golden as it got.)

huzzah!

because i was in this mood, i decided to blame aunt flo and decided that i needed, no...deserved a night where i didn't work on my online class and watched hours of how i met your mother while eating some of the mini twixes (how do you pluralize that? twixi? twixen?) i bought for pj. then i painted my nails.

yeah. they're pink. and sparkly.

i'm kind of a no-pink gal. not for any moral reason, i just don't think pink really goes with my personality. 

(yes. my bouquet at the temple was pink. this was not my decision.

the florist didn't know the difference between "red" and "pink."

i don't want to talk about it.)

when people think of kayleigh, they do not think, "PINK!" they usually think about how sorry they am that i am my father's daughter. or how i'm that mormon chick at work who sometimes says bad words. (emphasis on sometimes, in case an in-law of mine reads this.)

so, my night was pretty....well......

read the post i just wrote and decide for yourself.

i won't place judgments in your head.

here's to you moon unit.

and to the fact that i will post. even if it's just you who reads it.

love, delete

today

if i hear the words "just getting a" in front of "BA degree" one more time, i may pour out all of the expensive paint i bought this semester and use it to paint that person's car.




now if you'll excuse me, i'm taking a nap and eating some yogurt. maybe why i'm "just getting my" degree.

hurricane

i'm wishing the sun would come back right now. my window's open because it gets hot in this too-warm apartment. there are strawberry stems in their plastic container with small pieces of good strawberry left on them, but because i didn't want to eat leaf, they're still there. waiting. the not-so-ripe strawberries aren't eaten yet.







and i just heard thunder.
somehow it makes the rain better.

updating part deux

updates are as follows:

i built stairs the other day. with a drill. all by myself. (minus one of the screws that matt from work had to drill into the wood.)

i won at speed on sunday against parky poo. he's going to kill me for calling him parky poo. whatever, though. i've already shamed him by beating him at speed.

i taught said parky poo how to drive stick shift.

i've been obsessed with broccoli recently. no one knows why.

it's beautiful outside. i love it. and that i get to walk in it to my two new jobs, which i also love.

i also painted a mug at color me mine. i love mugs.

s'est passe

When you learn a foreign language, you [un]knowingly sign up for regular embarrassment. Because when you're learning a language, all pride goes out the door. You'll be speaking broken, mismatched, strangled words to someone who is fluent, and you'll just have to swallow that embarrassment and do it the next day.

That's been the epitome of my classroom experience since day one of French 101.

And it was no exception when I went up to my French teacher today during our final and asked about what exactly we were supposed to be writing about with our essay. Apparently I can't read French.

He read what I had written so far. Laughed. Told me, "I probably shouldn't tell you this..." and then explained what I was supposed to be writing.

I sat back down. Re-read the prompt. It clicked. (The phrase I got stuck on before was like one of those words on the tip of your tongue; I could almost taste the understanding, but not quite.)

I walked out of the final, glad to be finished and mortified that I didn't know what s'est passe meant.

Good thing I had a Cadbury Creme Egg waiting for me at home. And a text saying, "Im sure you rocked it cause lets be honest youre pretty awesome."







All in all;
good day.

stuff you (and nobody else) ever needed to know about me

i saw on the pink-tinged white shoes of a girl in my french class today (thank you festival of colors) something that someone wrote.

"sarah (minus) kevin g. (equals) happiness"

it brought me some joy.
and that the word for tire in french is un pneu. with the p pronounced.
also joyful.

whitney's getting married. huzzah for soul mates. (or something like that...you can define what it is, whitney.)

general conference is this weekend. huzzah for the gospel. (honestly, i just like saying huzzah.)
i just ate some leftover curry for lunch. that was great. i'll smell like curry for hours, but whatever. i'm an artist. let's label it as a statement and call it a day.

i'm super grouchy and impatient today. i don't choose very good sleeping patterns. i know that's a main contributing factor.

hmmm....let's see what other useless information i can tell the internet today about my life. i'm pensive? nah. you don't care about that. i think the word balls is funny? (meaning, inside i have the humor of a ten-year-old boy.)

you probably don't care about that either.
at least i hope not.



and now i will end this pointless post and continue doing my french homework. please enjoy my random babble.

pieces

provo has never seemed friendlier.

i'm watching valkyrie.
about to write a serious letter
to the infamous missionary
(whose mother likes me, apparently).
and....i'm kinda hungry.
in other news, the people who
sold me their dvd/vcr player
sent me the remote i've been
longing for! [celebration]

hello real world tomorrow.
let's hope i don't run into the past.

you really don't have to read this

Straight up. Right now, I'm not listening to music. I'm listening to my laptop about on its last leg as the fan whirs louder and louder. I'm feeling vulnerable. Mostly because I'm not sure what to blog about. I'm not really sure about myself. Not in a negative way, or in any kind of emo way. I just...am. My purple room is a mess. There are clothes from the thrift store on my bed and a box of food I'm taking to D.C. on the floor. I'm thinking. I watched Valkyrie tonight (for the third time in my life) which led me to thinking. I'm on a Tom Cruise kick right now. I've watched Mission Impossible 2 probably three times in the past week, and I plan on commandeering Top Gun as well as the other two Mission Impossible movies from my mom's vast collection of movies. I blame The Missionary for this. And for a lot of things. My legs hurt. I wanted to go running tonight, because I'm trying to be good about my health and all that, but it was about 10:30 pm when I decided that, so I decided against it. I napped today at 5:30 pm. Who naps that late? It felt great, though. My room feels nice because it's colder than the rest of my house. And it's lots colder than the stifling room I have down in P-Town. I have plenty of secrets locked away right now that will come out eventually. For my sanity. I love art, but I have no motivation to do it right now. Which sort of upsets me. And by sort of, I mean really. But I know that I'm the only one that can change that. I fell in love with a boy. For whatever reason, there are two loaves of whole wheat bread on my nightstand. I won't complain, though, because they'll come with me back to my apartment, and I'll have bread again instead of the stale bread that's been in my fridge for about a month. I really love my purple room. And I really love that I get to go to church tomorrow. Because, despite all the transience that occurs in life for a twenty-year-old, at least that's one thing I can always count on.

to today:

there was a lot of promise when i woke up at 5 'o clock this morning.

that promise quickly left as i thought about things. as i walked into work having my boss tell me that the hours i expected to work during the summer to keep me alive were going to be cut down. as i cleaned bathrooms in desperation, feeling like working was the only thing keeping me alive. as i came home only to find no job postings online. as the manager of our complex told me that i had forgotten to transfer the utilities over, and now there's no hot water. i can't wash the cleaning bathrooms, the things, the job hours off.

insult. to. injury.

please note that i will have a better post later. this is just thoughts exploding through the keyboard.

Unambiguities

Here it all is right now. Straight up.

I'm watching the Suns/Jazz game. My entire body hurts because of going to Jump On It yesterday for our ward party. My fingers are still sore from trying to learn how to play the guitar, but I'm still learning. like life, perhaps? pushing through the pain to still learn? I took a 4 hour nap today, but that was only because I slept a total of 47 minutes last night while in my kitchen watching Arrested Development. I got in late last night from our ward activity, took a shower because I was covered in the assaulting smell from that place (a mixture of too much humanity crammed into a room where everybody is sweating), and then figured it was pointless to go to bed because I was getting up 3 hours from then. Bad idea.

I'm also studying for French with the exception of my break for writing this. I love French, and I'm sad that the class will be over. I'm also sad about a lot of things coming with the end of the semester (I hate change, which is pretty well-established) but I'm also happy with life; all of its simple complexities and complex simplicities and everything in between.

I also just helped Becca fix her lacerated finger. There was a bit of an incident as she sliced up apples. Pretty deep slice. I felt the mothering instinct come up in me as I rushed upstairs while she dripped blood on the brown tiles of the bathroom. Some gauze and a cotton round later, and she's as good as new (minus the fact that I put the gauze too tight the first time...she asked "How tight is too tight?" Allison and me: "If your finger is turning purple." Becca, looking at her finger and then showing us: "Uh, is this purple?" brief silence. "Yeah. It's too tight.").

I just ate a bowl of Moose Tracks Ice Cream. For no particular reason, really. I just like ice cream. I'm wearing my Jackson Hole sweats and my London hoodie. I'm a seasoned traveller.

I want to be in D.C. right now with Sadie. But I'm okay with just being in Provo, Utah for now. I'm excited for that trip, and I'm excited (and nervous) for the summer. I'm hoping to have some adventures, and I know I have some self-discoveries to make. I'll probably write some poetry. Maybe Thoreau it.

The score is 86-69, Phoenix.
Go Suns.

rambling, reality, red

i'm wearing red shoes.
jessica got married 1 hour and 11 minutes ago.
it's 11:11 am right now make a wish
my legs are aching.
i'm wearing a red coat.
stella is red.

red's a dominating color, isn't it?
what does this say about me?

[Culture of Red]

"Red is power, hence the red power tie for business people and the red carpet for celebrities and VIPs (very important people).

Flashing red lights denote danger or emergency. Stop signs and stop lights are red to get the drivers' attention and alert them to the dangers of the intersection.

In some cultures, red denotes purity, joy, and celebration. Red is the color of happiness and prosperity in China and may be used to attract good luck."

i guess this is up to your interpretation. all i'm sayin' is i need as much help as i can get, so maybe i'll follow the chinese and use the red for good luck...

祝您好运

according to google translate, that means good luck in chinese.
(but for all i know, it could be something offensive...i don't speak chinese)

kinda pretty, isn't it.