dct's!

Some dct's (dreams come true) that happened in New York (as documented on my cell phone:)

retrosexuality.

I've been saying, "Out with the metro-, in the retro-" for a really long time now. For those of you who aren't fimiliar with this terminology, allow me break it down.

metrosexual: (according to MSN Encarta)

young straight stylish urban man: a young, straight, sensitive urban man who is unashamed to enjoy good clothes, stylish living, the art of decorating, and improving his personal appearance ( informal )

[mid-20th century.]

retrosexual (according to the urban dictionary.)

A retrosexual is the opposite of a metrosexual. He is a guy who doesn't care about his looks.
I'm so over boys being prettier than me, my new boyfriend is totally retrosexual.

If that's still not clear, click here.

Okay, so maybe I'm a trend-follower or maybe I'm just growing up, but I completely agree. I'm tired of boys being prettier than me.

Once when giving Mike Alger some fashion advice I said, "I would never want to date a boy who dresses more carefully than I do... been there, done that. Look nice, but not too nice."

A few months ago, my brother, Carl, asked me for advice on what his new haircut should look like and within 5 minutes I was shaving his head with 1/2" clippers.

And I promise that I was saying all of this long before I met Josh. (It's just another one of those amazingly perfect things about him that he happens to be retrosexual.)The weirdest thing about my recent retrosexual trend is that I've become awfully retrosexual myself. It's true that my hair is still short and that I still don't like lacy things; but I recently bought my first pair of high heels (I like them so much that I'm planning a whole future entry around them), my first push-up bra, and my first non-grocery store makeup. I'm wearing perfume on a regular basis for the first time ever, and I've had my fingernails painted red for about 2 months straight with no plans of stopping anytime soon. I am loving it.

I'm not entirely sure what this says about me. An earlier version of myself may have been disgusted...

shout out to the broken-hearted.

When it comes to romance, everyone deserves to be completely and absolutely adored. Nobody should settle for less. I cannot tell you how much I mean this.

It's a necessary and wretched part of life to pursue someone who isn't as interested as you are; but as someone who's gone through this probably more than most I say: Get over it and dig deep to find what about yourself is lacking that compels you to carry on with that kind of rejection. Rid yourself of excuses about why the other person isn't fully exchanging your affections. Stop envisioning a future where they will adore you the way you think they possibly could.

I promise you'll be happier for it.

(I am writing this publicly to ensure that I see it again when I need it.)

photoshop!

Just in time for halloween. And once again, compliments of Karisa Price. I could've never done this without her help.


It looks better bigger, but I'm certainly no expert.

moofia.

Whitney drew this for me and I love it so much that I had to archive it here. I cannot look at it without laughing, and I'm not sure anyone has cooler friends than I do.

tokidoki!

In this picture: find 15 fruits, someone being poked, and Erykah Badu all listening to Brad Wilcox speak at the American Fork Tabernacle. (Whitney and Nathan are honorary collaborators on this piece.)

this is my banana boyfriend.
(cell phone charm)

and this is a moofia.

My tokidoki package arrived today. I took them out of their packages and photographed them on top of the swamp cooler first thing when they arrived. I feel like an eight-year-old boy who just successfully nagged his mom into buying him a teenage mutant ninja turtle action figure.