(attempting to build our bikes - with protective goggles of course)

my bike finally arrived this past week, and as i anxiously opened up the box and started unpacking the various bits and pieces, i became slightly discouraged when i read the following instructions:

"1. remove the protective cap from the handlebar stem and loosen the centre bolt using a 13mm spanner. MTB models may use a 6 mm Allen key bolt instead."

whaaaat?
so because i lack in knowledge when it comes to 13mm spanners and the Allen key bolts department, (really, what on earth does that mean?) my friend heaston was able to come help us out - and has decided to name himself father of my bicycle which is why my bike has now been named the raptor.

anyway, (as unsurprising as this also should have been) unpredictable utah decided to snow on us last night so we were unable to take the raptor and eleanor (kylie's chosen bike name) out for a ride - however - i've learned that riding indoors at 11 at night can be just as exciting as a warm summers day. who would have thought?

Dizzy Lizzie.

if you're ever in town,

or just have a reason to celebrate life,

go get a dizzy lizzie.

i believe they will be in heaven,
and

i love them.

thinking today.

now that the semester has finally ended,
and as i prepare to start another --
(spring/summer term why kels? don't know at this point because my motivation dropped from 80 to 7% this past weekend)

but lately...
i've thought a lot about all that i have learned from school,
from college,
and as grateful as i am for those opportunities,
i was most happy this past weekend to already know what i know:

to know that families will be together forever,
and that the relationships we have here on earth,
will be able to last forever.

glee.

i think this is the neatest thing ever.

has anyone else ever heard of the glee flash mob?
so cool.

seventeen forever.

today while i was doing crafts/listening to golden oldies on pandora --
(tangent: tuesday afternoons this summer better look a lot like today did)
anyway,
while crafting, i simultaneously surfed the net while working on my new spring project,
(impressive multitasking, eh?) and i came across these vintage seventeen magazine covers.

i have to be honest: i (really, really, really) wish they still looked just like that, or that i had at least lived during that decade --
had i lived back then, wally cleaver would have been my zac efron.

true story.

so what do you do when your friend
shows up at your door on tuesday night,
and demands that you buy plane tickets to new york city
leaving that night at 11:30 pm?

well, you check your bank account
and say no way jose --

but to make up for it:
you spend the following day
riding your bike around town for hours and hours;
you stop for lunch,
and immediately thereafter: stop somewhere else for dessert.

then later that night you make
homemade ice cream sandwiches for dinner,
take a hike, watch the sun set,
make a wish on a bridge with christmas lights,
(because wishing is inevitable when christmas lights are involved)

and then on the drive back,
you both realize that home can be
just as exciting as new york city,
(and that procrastinating homework is sometimes worth it -
- even during finals).

ps. thanks for all the feedback last time!
i finally ordered the bike,
and i plan on ordering this when it's in stock!

beach cruiser.

is it just me,
or is there something slightly bittersweet
about the last day of the semester?
(i'm guessing its probably just me)
but as the professor ends the class with his parting wisdom,
and everyone applauds after a semester well done,
i feel a bit sad -- and i know that sounds funny,
(but aside from american heritage or any math course i've taken)
i always feel this way on the last day of the semester.

but hey!
i promised myself that if i did particularly well in my classes -
i'd buy myself a bike.
(beachbikes.net = free shipping = yes, thank you very much)
and that is just what i intend on doing the second i get off of work,
(t-minus 3 hours in counting)

so i've narrowed it down to these two:

the red one


and the cream one


what do you think?

today wouldn't be today without it.

i ordered this book just in time for spring;
(ee cummings is a good read for any day, or any time of year)
so spring is most definitely included --
but for some reason, today is an especially special: "ee cummings day."

with the sun shining (finally)
and one final finished already (au revoir professor white)
and a date to get a cupcake with him,
this poem is probably the one and only thing that makes everything (already great) just a tiny bit better.

so, ee cummings, you know that everything you have to say always makes me happy:
and today wouldn't be today without reading (and sharing) this.

who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should

get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where

always
it's
Spring) and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves.

--this poem just feels like spring.
(photo via)

history.

i must confess: as much as i love vanilla candles, pajamas, and blueberry muffins on a rainy day -- the history channel is making its way up on that same list.

is it weird that i am looking more forward to this 12 hour, week long documentary/marathon than this?

where troubles melt like lemon drops.

Perhaps this weekend wasn't what I had planned,
and perhaps life keeps proving that its too stubborn to listen to what I have in mind.

But perhaps,
as unexpected as everything can be,
my troubles still seem to melt like lemon drops when friends
stay up with me way past our bedtimes.
They make me mac & cheese
(whether or not we are hungry)
because it's my comfort food,
and they know that all-too-well, too.
The friends I have who happen to be of the male species,
(and although they like to pretend its awkward)
still come sit by my side
and put their arm around me when they know I need it.

(And a special shout out to that one special, special friend I have in particular, who shares the joys of no love life, and elbows and laughs with me under the covers when we happen to sit next to the kissing couples on the couch during movies).

I talk about my friends a lot on here,
and maybe its because I've been blessed with so many good ones:
Friends who believe in me,
Friends who tell me to believe in myself;
And friends who have an Easter tea party with me,
because I can't have a tea party very well on my own.

Cherry Blossoms.

I happen to have a really good friend who is currently serving an LDS Mission in Japan,
and when I saw this picture today, I thought of:
1. How much I miss him,
and 2. How much I would like to live in a city full of cherry blossoms during the springtime.
They are so beautiful.

In other news:
The crush...well, we'll get to him next time
...
But might I just add -- regardless of the love life,
It has been a most wonderful Friday (and it's only noon!)
and best of allI still get to look forward to Conference, cupcakes and
Martha Stewart Dinners.
(lets hope my knack for food poisoning my friends
is kept to a minimum this weekend)

Anything fun on your weekend agenda?

Happy Spring & Happy Easter!

{photo msnbc.com}