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Saturday, February 23, 2013
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
I finally got it up!
The Composition Pact
Composed January 24, 2013 in anticipation for Marcy’s move to Utah
1. Honesty is the best policy. From “Is he good for me” to “Do these shoes give me kankles”, we must always be completely honest with one another
2. At least one weekend a month with each other. The house warming gift that just keeps on giving
3. All recreational engagements that hinder our ability to do well in class and/ or take away from time needed for school will be cancelled
4. In response to number three, ordering cheap Chinese and doing homework together is not only permitted, but strongly recommended
5. The pinning back of bangs is only acceptable if stylishly done and approved by opposing Composition Pact signer via picture message
6. Monthly Temple Trips together. NO EXCEPTIONS
7. Wedding attendance is absolutely necessary. Wedding party participation strongly recommended
8. Once we bring children into this world, we are to help one another with immersing them in all things Disney
9. Just say yes to Dr. Pepper
And Above All
10. No Falling Out. I need you as much as you need me, and we must never let any disagreement or disapproval get in the way of our dynamite, radical, phenomenal friendship.
______________________________ _________________________________
Ashlynne Rose Harkins Marcy Elaine Whalquist
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Okay, I know this is a place for thoughts and such
Pretty. Odd.
Weirdest thing ever...I'm having a pleasant text conversation with Kirsten Mathewson. About Karsten!
You're the only one I'll admit this to, but there is such a sick pleasure in finding out that you're TOTALLY right about a hunch. She is waiting for him.
I seriously don't know whether to laugh or feel nuetral.
You're the only one I'll admit this to, but there is such a sick pleasure in finding out that you're TOTALLY right about a hunch. She is waiting for him.
I seriously don't know whether to laugh or feel nuetral.
I had a poetic thought
I had a poetic thought and I need to ramble and refine it, so this post isn't exactly necessary haha but if you'd like to read it I'm sure it will get funny eventually haha so here's the original thought. I wasn't even trying to be poetic, it just happened! Sounds like something out of Breakfast Club or something...
And today, I smell the green grass and think of you, and summertime, and love without limits.
Good, right?! And here's my rambling. Feel free to disregard all of it haha or read on. Whatever.
So I'm spending the Sunday afternoon in my bed, complete with netflix, mini reeses cups, and pinterest overload. I get tired with pinterest and start facebook stalking some people. Natch. I watch Parenthood and The Office and I organize my Pinterest boards. I mean, I'm killing brain cells here, Marcy. But I really just needed an afternoon to not have to do homework or babysit or design something for my mom or make an effort to go on a date that I have no desire to go on. Dates should not be so exhausting and useless. In my opinion.
I light the green grass scented candle that Steve bought me on our third or fourth anniversary, I can't remember. It was just when the weather was warming up, it was the perfect candle. You know how sometimes I song or a phrase can trigger a memory? This smell makes me think of downtown Salt Lake, lunch dates at Wendys before work, Indie Rock concerts in Orem, cars with no working air conditioning, and no time restrictions on our relationship. The end was not in sight, and even if it were, I don't think that it would have mattered because we would have had a good summer anyways.
And now its winter and Steve is gone (to Texas of course, the perpetual summer) and my candle is almost completely burned up.
Bummer.
Amongst my facebook stalking, I stumbled across good ol' Spencer. You know, I think I might actually be upset about how that one turned out. Whatever happened to just being friends, just hanging out, just enjoying one another's company? Does everything have to have a romantic intention? Why can't I just have a guy friend to play video games with and take pictures with film cameras? Why can't we go on an adventure and start a line of photos called Silver Shades and spend our Saturday mornings drinking coffee shop hot chocolate and sifting through vinyl?
Perhaps I shouldn't get angry, he has been in love with me for a long time. Maybe being friends would be "too hard." But it's still a major bummer. We could have gone somewhere with Silver Shades.
Thank goodness you'll be here this summer for the smell of green grass. For a second there, I was almost left with a burnt out candle.
ooooh it's OOZING with cheese! But I like it!!
And today, I smell the green grass and think of you, and summertime, and love without limits.
Good, right?! And here's my rambling. Feel free to disregard all of it haha or read on. Whatever.
So I'm spending the Sunday afternoon in my bed, complete with netflix, mini reeses cups, and pinterest overload. I get tired with pinterest and start facebook stalking some people. Natch. I watch Parenthood and The Office and I organize my Pinterest boards. I mean, I'm killing brain cells here, Marcy. But I really just needed an afternoon to not have to do homework or babysit or design something for my mom or make an effort to go on a date that I have no desire to go on. Dates should not be so exhausting and useless. In my opinion.
I light the green grass scented candle that Steve bought me on our third or fourth anniversary, I can't remember. It was just when the weather was warming up, it was the perfect candle. You know how sometimes I song or a phrase can trigger a memory? This smell makes me think of downtown Salt Lake, lunch dates at Wendys before work, Indie Rock concerts in Orem, cars with no working air conditioning, and no time restrictions on our relationship. The end was not in sight, and even if it were, I don't think that it would have mattered because we would have had a good summer anyways.
And now its winter and Steve is gone (to Texas of course, the perpetual summer) and my candle is almost completely burned up.
Bummer.
Amongst my facebook stalking, I stumbled across good ol' Spencer. You know, I think I might actually be upset about how that one turned out. Whatever happened to just being friends, just hanging out, just enjoying one another's company? Does everything have to have a romantic intention? Why can't I just have a guy friend to play video games with and take pictures with film cameras? Why can't we go on an adventure and start a line of photos called Silver Shades and spend our Saturday mornings drinking coffee shop hot chocolate and sifting through vinyl?
Perhaps I shouldn't get angry, he has been in love with me for a long time. Maybe being friends would be "too hard." But it's still a major bummer. We could have gone somewhere with Silver Shades.
Thank goodness you'll be here this summer for the smell of green grass. For a second there, I was almost left with a burnt out candle.
ooooh it's OOZING with cheese! But I like it!!
Saturday, February 16, 2013
For once
why can't my mom just praise me for something with out to make a profit out of it? I didn't go out of my way to show you things I would never show you normal so you can tell me to make money off it. I understand she says that because she's impressed. But for once, just one freakin' time, I just want you to tell good job.
I know she's the artist, but just remind me if I crave parental praise (which is very rare, for obvious reasons) I should go to my dad.
I know she's the artist, but just remind me if I crave parental praise (which is very rare, for obvious reasons) I should go to my dad.
Friday, February 15, 2013
I made a thing
Saturday, February 2, 2013
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