Breaking Things (like...norms)

Today I went swimming in the ocean.
In the daytime.

Without my swimsuit.

Cheers!

Ah, shucks

Last night I gave a kiss that I meant to say
"I'm sorry",
"I love you",
and "goodbye."
...But I'm afraid it only said "I"m crying."

Needless to say I'm new at this.

"I am merely an instrument"

"And you, sir, are out of tune!"

"Joyful Noise" by Tim slover
my first time playing a "possibly still syphilitic whore".
And my first university show.
I got to sing and act with dear friends and was redeemed at the end through song and "The Messiah." (the song one and the real one)

And it was good.

love, itchy wigs, and Hallelujah choruses,
Anna

Mazel Tov

My dear ones near and far made this 11/11 one of the very best yet.

Highlights

• unit party with cupcakes
• performing at university devotional
• thespian bowling party
• copious amounts of phone calls and texts
• trip to "europe" complete with dancing, baguettes, cheese, pie, cigars, wine, german birthday traditions, and roman holiday. We all used pre-determined european accents.
• Being mawled with hugs by the male population of the byu-h concert choir

love, cake, and banana button babies,
Anna

My Life as a Bum

So... what do you get when four rather eccentric people voyage into the mountainous jungle barefoot in the dead of night on the rainiest of weekends?

Existential literature in a tree house dangling precariously over a ravine, of course!

And a drippy night under ragged blankets with a beautiful view.
And a whole lot of dirt, grime, and sour airhead wrappers.

What kind of a bum would I be if I didn't hang out at the bus stop to wait out the rain?

Emily's face.

Good morning, 'Nam!

...And spending the next day eating things like spam and pancakes, fording rivers, watching Paris Hilton's My New BFF, and giving each other raspberries.

love, filth, and hobo urine-saturated mattresses,
Anna

Lucky Me

The other day my darling friend, Rita from Fiji, told me that in her culture you are considered very lucky if you have a birthmark on your leg.
I very much have a birthmark on my leg, and therefore I am lucky.

♥
Lucky Anna

Whoopsie Daisies

I'm really....happy. (nearly unavoidable when in Hawaii) So... overcome with happiness, drunken with p.o.g. juice, and dead sure after weeks of deliberation, I accidentally decided to stay next semester. Maybe for the rest of my undergraduate education. (Perhaps for ever)

...Can ya blame me?


Career Day
Bakers are at their ovens,
painters at their easels.
Soldiers are at war,
and I am at peace.

Astronauts are in space,
playfully squirting toothpaste food at each other.
Burglars are in trouble,
but I am in love.

Contortionists are twisted,
accountants, I imagine, are bored.
waiters are tipped,
and I am balanced.

Mimes are silent,
I am singing.
Convicts are playing violent basketball in jumpsuits;
I am free. naked.

Suns are shining,
waves are crashing,
clouds are drifting,
and I am joyfully,
perfectly,
unmistakably unemployed.

Songs, sand, and nectarines,
Anna

Lately

I love it when a song is stuck in my head that is just so....perfect.

Paper Bag by Fiona Apple

I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star
To pray on, or wish on, or something like that
I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy
Whose reality I knew, was a hopeless to be had

But then the dove of hope began its downward slope
And I believed for a moment that my chances
Were approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near, so did a weary tear

I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
Cuz I know Im a mess he dont wanna clean up
I got to fold because these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

And I went crazy again today, looking for a strand to climb
Looking for a little hope
Baby said he couldnt stay, wouldnt put his lips to mine,
And a fail to kiss is a fail to cope

I said, honey, I dont feel so good, dont feel justified
Come on put a little love here in my void, - he said
its all in your head, and I said, so is everything
But he didnt get it

I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
Cuz I know Im a mess he dont wanna clean up
I got to fold becuase these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

So Happy Together

This is my roommate, Weronika Victoria Mansfield. A grand name for a grand girl. (The W is on purpose. It's...Polish. Like a sausage.)

The other day we slept on the beach. And woke up to this.

We love to see the temple

Shenanigans, sleep deprivation, and stupidbabies,
Anna

LOST

Yes! My mom and I did, in fact, find the actual, very large banyan tree that Oceanic flight 815 survivors often use as shelter from invisible, African Priest-eating smoke monsters and polar bears.

So we hid too.
Just in case.

Look familiar, Losties?
Love, jungles, and helpful Mexican workers in golf carts,
Anna

I love Hawaii, I love Hawaii, I love Hawaii

...Shall I say it again?
The Aloha has seeped into my skin, along with the humidity, and claimed me for its own. It's so painfully beautiful, so horribly friendly. It's been 3 or 4 days, maybe five, I can't remember, and I already feel like I'm home.

...Uh oh!











Travel log:
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THE BEGINNING DAYS OF MY GRAND HAWAIIAN ADVENTURE
I came for four months...and am now afraid I might stay forever.

How much more Hawaiian could this get?

"Dude, Mr. Turtle is my father!"

Cheesy new dorm shot. Mandatory, you know.

Love, turtles, and getting leid,
Anna