dayze

the tuesday facts:
The Great Gatsby is rather fabulous.
My skin is drier than a college student's garlic chicken recipe.
City lights and Coldplay have and forever will serve as my channel for the daily ingeniousness of my imagination.
Downton Abbey has created a monster: I'm now in this whole old-century entertainment phase. 
(just started season 3)
I started using my left thumb for the keyboard space bar....life changing.
I have bike riders' butt.
I painted a picture of a butterfly..(not)
My future looks like the Liahona when Laman and Lemuel were unrighteous...
I listened to 'High School Musical Radio' on Pandora, and I knew every song that played for the 3 hours of cleaning my room. 

Do you know where to rent a summer boyfriend? 
I'm looking for a 6-foot, light-brown haired boy with a delicious side of subtle sarcasm. 
He'll have to be equipped with a sugary attitude to do the following with his baby dove (that's me):
//see the arrow lights
//date to that one park with the swings that make me believe that I live in that typical movie scene where  there's soft music playing in the background and the filmography looks too professional and the people are happy
//bike rides....e'ry day
//drive to the other side of the lake
//basically drives to every beautiful place in my imagination
//hike Timp at midnight
//hike Y at midnight
//& look at me with Matthew Crawley eyes.....or that can be assigned to future Mr. husband..

This kid only needs to take on my occasional standing workouts and my inability to correctly phrase my opinions.