i spent the day in sweatpants.

i spent the day in sweatpants and it was magic. i woke up to homemade rice flour waffles from grandma and mom. i sat on the couch under a blanket for a while doing homework. i showered and got ready and sat on a dry pebble on top of a frozen cold rock so we could take family pictures without my butt getting icy cold and wet. i put my sweatpants and slipper socks back on the instant i got back inside. i ate grilled cheese made by mom and dan on gluten free bread. i took an hour and a half nap and woke up feeling groggy but not wanting to go back to sleep. i sat on the couch for a half an hour, having finished my homework and not having brought anything to slc to study, and realized it was the first time in months i've been bored. grandma was at the grocery store, bri was reading some arabic book, mom and dad were shopping, jas was in lehi and i was bored. so i taught myself to play a song on the piano until grandma and mom and dad got home, when we went to olive garden and i changed out of my sweatpants in the car and i ate gluten free pasta (can i be done with this gf crap yet?) and then immediately popped back into my sweatpants and played seven wonders for two hours at cristina's. and now i am in bed under three blankets and next to a fourth and wearing my sweatpants, and i'm not even one tiny bit tired because i took a nap for an hour and a half at five.

i love sweatpants and i love lazy saturdays but i hope i never have to be bored again.

along for the ride

i'm the only one at work today, and it's been pretty slow since it's the day after the semester ended. for the last three hours i've been reading a sarah dessen fluff book, listening to taylor swift, and occasionally eating a milano cookie. life's not so bad.

and yet for some reason all i want to do is go home, crawl into my bed, read my book, and maybe cry. i'm not really a crier. and i have nothing to complain about in my life. but it's just one of those days. and i'm not sure why.

but i guess it's healthy to have that kind of day every once in a while, right? a person has to feel empty every once in a while in order to appreciate feeling full.

"blog title?" "umm strawberry pancakes pudding and cream. aka no idea."

thank you for that, bee.

i had straight up the greatest weekend.

and even though this picture is ridic because the sun was absurdly bright and i was so tired of taking pictures, i love these girls. you can call them chelsea and quincy. i call them s and b. nbd. they're scandy.

i wish it was summer because i'm getting bored of running around the track every night.. also this whole weekend i have been in the kind of mood where i just want to lay on the grass and look up at a blue sky filled with white clouds and smile and be happy about how life is going. because honestly, my life rocks.

(so come back, paige. it's your job to lay on the grass with me. kaythanks.)

this week had better go fast.

but if it doesn't, that's okay too. i'm just happy, that's all.