The leaves on the trees. I get so excited driving down the street that I start screaming. And the trees in front of our house are flaming red.
The pumpkins we carved last night. (Pictures will come.) Mine is much scarier than Chris's. Probably because I told him to make a Voldemort nose on his, and it sort of looks silly unless there is a candle inside.
My white jacket I bought in Paris. (I only mention it was purchased in Paris to emphasize that it is irreplaceable. It is not particularly fancy, I just can't get a new one. I'm not trying to be snooty and superior.) I wore it today, and this is a miracle because a couple of weeks ago it had a heinous red stain on it. Fortunately, the stain was removed successfully, so now I can be hot.
The WEATHER! For the love. Is there a place where it is Fall always? I want to move there. The leaves were blowing everywhere today, getting caught in our Halloween spiderwebs on the porch, I loved it. A windy day can also equal bad news for a girl who wears a skirt every day, but it is a small price to pay to have leaves falling down around you as you walk.
Cub Scouts standing by the flagpole in front of the Brigham Young statue around 5:15, which I'm thinking means they were waiting for the ROTC guys to take down the flag while the National Anthem played at 5:30. Some sort of merit badge field trip. The National Anthem is one of my favorite times to be on campus. (Plus the Cub Scouts undoubtedly got a little peek at my white legs, which I'm sure is what they wanted from a trip to BYU.)
Me and Chris call each other Dude and say things like "Why do you suck so much?" or "Why do you hate me so much?" or "Don't be jealous that I'm way better at parallel parking than you are" when other couples say things like Honey and Sweetie and talk to each other nicely. I'm glad for that. And also glad that we do in fact talk to each other nicely a lot of the time, in case any of you have never heard it.
The blue and green of this here blog.
Realizing that the girl with the cute bag who walked past us last night when I was making fun of Chris's parallel parking abilities is in my Art History class.
Hearing Wild Thing on Oldies 94.1 as I drove home from work today.
Fall. Because right now it is.
Art. Specifically, Courbet's Burial at Ornans, which rocked France's socks off (and mine too). And also the pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood. I'm so into that Victorian stuff right now. For your viewing pleasure, I have included some works below. Or you can google both Courbet and the pre-Raphaelites and be very happy you did.
Gustave Courbet, Burial at OrnansThis picture does it no justice. It is 10 x 22 feet. Spectacular.
John William Waterhouse, The Lady of Shalott (the very one Anne Shirley was pretending to be)
Frederic Lord Leighton, Flaming June
Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Pandora
George Frederic Watts, Paolo and Francesca
The pork tacos we had for dinner. Chris made some awesome taco shells, and I, a hard taco hater, loved them.
My new friend Sean who I finally met today when his mom brought him into my work for a visit. He is very cute.
The RSC. That stands for Religious Studies Center. And it is my love. I started working there at the beginning of my Freshman year, so it's been 4 years now, and I love it still. Our boss asked us to write up little testmonials of our experience there, something they can show to donors of the Religion Department so they can feel their money has been put to good use. I wrote mine today, and thinking about the good times I've had there, and realizing I have to leave soon got me a little teary eyed. I wrote about the intellectually stimulating and spiritually enlightening conversations I've had with co-workers. And about my co-workers, who I think are some of the best and brightest students to ever attend BYU. If any of you have ever thought you had the best job ever, you're probably wrong. Sorry. I do.
Things making me sad today:
It is FALL. Did I mention that I love Fall? And I do not get enough outdoors time. Maybe I should go to prison.
Only having 10 minutes to eat dinner with Christoph. That was the worst part of all, really.
1 comment:
i am glad you have many more reasons to be happy than sad. and that you and chris talk to each other so funny-ly. (i know it's not a word, but i just don't know how else to say it)
oh, and i might also add that i would really love to own that flowy orange dress that is depicted in "flaming june." i am no art historian like yourself, but i can recognize a pretty dress when i see one...
p.s. your new blog look is hot!
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