I'M HEADED TO MONTANA!

I'M HEADED TO MONTANA

FROM TEXAS TO NEW MEXICO TO ARIZONA TO UTAH TO IDAHO TO MONTANA AND BACK AGAIN!

We leave in an hour.

Kimmie just came to pick up the last of her things. The two years we've spent together in our little yellow room in our little yellow house are over. I gave her some stationery I'd crafted for her and she gave me a book of pie recipes. And then I cried.

My temporary roommate moved in this morning. The first thing she asked-- "Can you send your cat away or keep her in a cage until you move out?". Until August 20? Seriously?! I miss Kimmie.

I'm watching the "making of" video of The Shining and Stanley Kubrick is typing away on a bright yellow typewriter! This makes me really, really want to paint my typewriter. But apparently no one else on the internet has this idea because I can't find any tips for how to go about it. I'd like mine to be lilac or robin's egg.

I sold this little puppy for $40 today!

P.S. Shelly Long is apparently a very difficult actress to work with. Who knew?

Decisions made today:

1. Brooke and I are starting our own business. We'll design and craft sweet invitations and announcements. This decision was made after I posted a tweet that read "If I ever get married, I'm not sending out pricey invitations. I'm hand-writing each person a letter saying "Getting Hitched. You can come."

2. I'm allergic to crustaceans. This decision was made after years of eating popcorn shrimp or lobster bisque and immediately falling ill. Luckily, I only eat these things twice a year anyway so I have no intention of changing my ways.

Good day for decisions if I do say so myself.

Holy geeze I need to post on here more often. I promise I'm not that much of a scorned lover. Even if 90% of the posts are about that. I'm also not a crazy cat lady. But this is incredible.

I love that I barely watch the television anymore. I wish that I wrote more letters on time. And made more crafts. In fact, I'll head to Hobby Lobby tonight so I can change this.

This is the best blog giveaway I have ever seen.

Blog-a-palooza!

I found a notebook from just before freshman year of undergrad. Back before you broke my heart. Back before you lied and cheated and hurt. Back before you became who you are today. Back before it felt like we had to hate each other. Back when loving one another was the only thing that made any sense.

It feels good to throw that away. It feels really, really good.

I really wish 99.9% of the boys in my life would just behave and keep their hands to themselves. And I really wish that .1% would do neither of these things.

Tonight the mystery that is me and Brett never dating has been solved:

At the reception, a George Strait song came on so Brett and I got together to dance. And stepped all over each other again and again and again. So I said, "You and I are moving to two completely different rhythms.". He laughed and said, "I think that pretty much describes everything between us." Then we both started laughing and fake crying.

The end.

And this was mah outfit.

My Friends Are All My Boyfriend

Today my dad's bosses (who doubled as our family friends in Idaho) came to visit so I drove to down have lunch in Gruene with my parents and them. And let me just say, biggest ego boost ever. People I haven't seen since I was ~14 years old and so they just gushed and gushed about how much I'd "grown up" and how "beautiful" I am and how "confident" I am. Side note: I was a very confident girl in junior high. I had awesome friends and we had awesome fun. But I guess gangly 14 year old girls are assumed to not have any confidence? Hm. Ms. Anna definitely cried when she saw me. Ms. Anna and Mr. Wally are my favorite adult couple and absolutely make me believe in true love and a great marriage.

Anyway, at one point one of the other ladies asked me if I had a boyfriend and the whole table turned to hear my answer. I said that I didn't and there was almost an entire minute's worth of silence that followed. So awkward. And I would just like to know, how many times do boys get asked that by relatives and family friends? I feel like adults just assume that all guys are ladykillers and all girls are lost without them. I don't know, weird. So I'd just like to say some things I've been thinking about lately:

Dating My Friends

I think that guys and girls who really think they need a boyfriend/girlfriend obviously don't have friends like mine. My friends are the most important things in the world to me and easily top a boyfriend any day.

They are all my boyfriends. Even when they're girls.

It's like we're all dating...

--We take each other out on dates
--We feed each other sincere compliments
--We share thoughts and opinions and dreams on a daily basis
--We call and text and message each other constantly
--We love each other like crazy
But not...
--We don't cheat on one another
--We don't lie to one another
--We don't do "breaks"
--There's no confusion as to whether we're "talking" or "dating" or "official"
--We're definitely not together just for sex

And that's definitely not to say that a typical relationship is ridiculous like that. I'm just saying that all the awesome things you have in a relationship, we have (minus the whole making out thing). And I love it. Sure, I've got crushes on boys but it's certainly never at the front of my mind or the top of my priority list. So thanks, friends, for being so damn amazing. Love Love Love

Thought again, of driving by, the place we meet
You and I, where it started, how we lived, together always

My heart , still beats, for you
My heart, still beats, for you
After all, it's always you

Sometimes I honestly wish I'd never met you. Knowing who you used to be and who you are today is too much to handle. Who could have ever guessed that you would do the things you did?

I have all the faith in the world in you. And it kills me a little more every day.

And if you ever wondered: Why?

It's because: You never danced with me

I'm sitting next to a couple at the laundromat
They're doing their laundry together- really, he had extra space in his washing machine and offered to put her dresses in with his pants. Also, they're both eating sandwiches. It's the most precious thing in the world, a couple eating sandwiches and washing clothes together. This is going in my list.

Last night we had a brinner party.
We ate pancakes, waffles, omelets, cinnamon rolls, strawberries, bananas, and cookies. And drank a lot of juice. It was ridiculous and so sweet, in every possible way. The friends that Pam and I share are loud and goofy and just the nicest people. And as the rough end of school rolls around, I'm seeing our mutual friends more than I'm seeing my exclusive friends. I miss dancing with Brett and talking in funny voices with Jordan and making faces with Lindsey and the list goes on and on and on. And I miss Daniel. We talked on the phone tonight until I burnt my rice and he had to return to the paper he was writing. Damn you school, always keeping my friends at a distance. Summer, please come soon. West Texas, please come sooner.

I'm shooting my friend's wedding.
But it got pushed back to next summer instead of this fall so I feel so much less nervous! Eeeeeeeyoh

I don't want to come back to school next Fall
But I will. I'll register for classes and I'll curse them. I'll work every day 8-12 and then go to class from 1-7. Classes that I won't have any passion or drive for. Classes that will keep me from running with my dog in the park. Classes that will steadily eat away at my soul. But I'm so close now, so close. I'll make Dean's List, I'll graduate, and I'll finally start my life.

We watched Princess and the Frog
I was so worried that I wouldn't like it, that it was too far from original Disney. But we really did love it.

Tonight I made Chouquettes.
Kind of. The recipe called for too many eggs and they turned out pretty boring. They tasted good but looked bland. They were not sweet little puff balls, but flat and bottomless pieces of bread. But for the last batch, I just poured all the dough on at once and made something that greatly resembled a giant chocolate chip pancake!

Tomorrow morning I get to walk to APA dogs
I'll wake up at 9 to check the weather and make sure the trail hasn't been closed. Austin Pets Alive let's you "rent" dogs to take running with you around Town Lake. It's good exercise for the dogs and pretty much heaven for dog-deprived people such as myself. Hopefully it stays open because Pam has agreed to go! She never had pets growing up and she's half-excited for my getting a dog in August but half-scared at the same time. Also, I really need some motivation to start training for our half-marathon. Pups are the perfect motivation for me, always always.

I was supposed to go camping this weekend
But with storms in every piece of Texas that I wanted to visit, that won't be happening. I'll walk to the dogs tomorrow morning and then who knows what. Ericka and I may drive up to Marble Falls for Bluebonnet Cafe. I promised Kevin I'd bring him back some Lemon Cream Pie and I'm bringing some for Daniel once I decide what flavor. If it only rains and doesn't storm, I want to go swimming somewhere since everywhere will be abandoned. I needed to get away from the city for the weekend but maybe some other time. I think Mike, his friend, and I are going camping next weekend? Hopefully!

The other night I had a dream that I was living in Montana
And it topped my former favorite dream (the one where I was dating Charlie Bartlett and then became Charlie Bartlett!). It was a plain house but it was in this tiny little valley between foothills that led up to the mountains. And there was a field of weeds and grasses surrounding it and it was dusk and I could hear all the bugs buzzing and chirping. It was a very, very short part of my dream but that 10 seconds were the best sleep I've ever had. It broke my heart to wake up from it. Last night I laid in bed for forever, willing myself to dream about Montana again (I didn't). Jenna sent me the most amazing letter, with a painting of the mountains and a short letter from them. It read, "Dearest Hillary-Anne, We miss you. Sincerely, The Mountains". Best letter ever. I intend to tell all my other penpals that they have stiff competition. And that includes my grandmother who sends me "cupcake money".

Making moughins for work tomorrow morning!

Bitty Betty Crocker.

Pam and Sarah want me to go to Marble Falls for my birthday. I think I'd rather go on a walkabout. I want to do all new things, not just the same things a little differently. I beg Daniel to jump of cliffs with me. Into water, of course. Tomorrow I'll go barefoot. But only after work. I want to do it all week. How would that be? Facebook let's me hide you but I think you're doing a good enough job all by yourself. Brett and I have been planning to go camping since February. Jordan and I, since December. But I only have one weekend off this month and I'm going, whether they can or not."Camping is better than sex". I agree. I think about how I've been making a list in my head for so long. It lists out what I want in a boy/man and what I don't. I have evidence of it trailing back by a year and a half, I'm not sure about before that. Single serving bags of popcorns are absolutely not single servings. Shame on you, Orville, for making me waste all this! I'm planning on failing my India quiz tomorrow. I don't want to be in school anymore. I lack direction and there's nothing I want to major in, as fantastic as all the options may be. I'm so passionate about my passion but I don't know how to go about it. People I've asked who are living the life they want to live, they lucked out. They knew people who supported them or gave them a place to stay or a bunch of free airline miles. She started college late because she spent 6 months in Kenya. I'm so in love with her. It's silly that I've been asked if I'm a bisexual. I don't care what kind of sex organs you have, I care about your heart. And if I want to spend time with you and be in a relationship with you, then I will if that's what you want too. I don't exactly spend my days scamming on girls. Creepsters. I want Falling Whistles to be my life. I emailed Brad tonight, asking him how I can do it. Please say I can do it. Please explain how. I move out August 20, why is it so far away? I love the girls I live with. Audrey and I don't understand each other most of the time, but we really do have fun together. Kimmie's leaving in July and I still can't believe it. My name is in GOOD Magazine and I know it's just because I paid to be a sponsor but it still makes me so happy. There is a Mayfly on the wall that hasn't twitched for a good half hour. My kitty pretends to be asleep as a hint that she wants us to go to bed.

Falling Whistles, dudes

I do not want to do my French homework. I do not want to return to class tomorrow.

I'd rather shop for maps.

I'd rather embroider a kerchief.

I'd rather finish Doctor Zhivago.

I'd rather make a waffle.

I'd rather learn to jog.

I'd rather be in Montana.

Ahem