he must really miss me...

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bahahahahhhaaa!!!!

a story about lyn and nash...
i've never told any one this story, because it would reveal how weird nash and i really are; but, nash wants me to tell you all the tale of the naranian outpost on hwy 64/67.

one night near the beginning of this past spring semester, nash and i were enjoying our usual evening out: sonic run for a slushi for me & a route 44 unsweet-peach-tea, with easy ice and 6 sweet-n-low for nasher... then we drive around talking, listening to music, goofing off, etc., until i fell asleep for nash ran out of gas... a typical evening for us.
nash was just about to take me back to my house when this conversation started as we drove back into town:
nash: "lyn, where is the nearest narnian outpost?"
me: "13.1 miles down 64/67, take the exit, and it's there on the left."
nash: "toward bald knob?"
me: "yes"
nash: "but do they have a catamaran?"
me: "i assure you they have a boat."
(at this point we are passing wal-mart, which is directly across from the on ramp to 64/67
nash: "well, missy... let's just see if you know what you're talking about..."
me: "WHAT? i want to go home... i'm tired! besides, i've never been past the bald knob exit!"
nash: "and we're gonna start the trip odometer just to make sure we go 13.1 miles!"
me: "ok... fine."
**this is the part where we're going down the road listening to some disney song, singing at the top of our lungs**
---mile number 12---
nash: "well... one more mile left... and there's not much of..."
me: "LOOK!!! ahahahahah!!!! next exit 1 mile!!!! hahahahahhaah!!!!"
nash: " yes, but is there a narnian outpost...?"
me: "oh, yes... it will be there!"
---mile 12.5---
me: "THERE IT IS!!!"
nash: "where?"
me: "you see that light? that building directly under it- that's it!"
nash: "we'll go see..."

SO... we take the exit, and turns out, there is a house... with a boat... i had NO CLUE that there was even going to be an exit in 13 miles... i really didn't think there would be a house with a boat there... BUT it was funny.... probably only funny to us... but i told you... this would tell you how weird we really are.

how nash tells me he misses me...

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isn't he sweet...?

soil #13... jared watson.. miss him. love him.

the julia dress...

made of nothing but newspaper, thread, a zipper and some of my blood, sweat, and tears... 

the evann dress...

held together only by the gold ribbons

the green dress (left) and the lauren dress ["the paper wedding dress" (right)]

the green dress: i only cut the fabric one time, to make the belt. it's held together by a knot. and the lauren dress, is made of paper, both handmade and purchased... it's five tiers of paper, held together with a snap... and the top is handmade paper, held  together and onto lauren by a piece of ribbon... yea. the thing on top is the veil... although you can barely see the netting in front in this picture, it's there.

so- that's what i've been doing this semester in sculpture... 

the clambake is tomorrow, and i couldn't be more excited about it and camping after. tomorrow is the last day of classes, which also brightens my day. hope you're well.

omg...

my mac crashed... 

that's why i'm behind.

soil #12

this is bobby- he's a wonderful guy. he asked me to the clambake... and i said yes. nash gammill was too late...  i'm really glad he asked me. this is us just before spring sing... 

chicago and SOIL #'s 7-11

oh chicago... it was wonderful! cold and windy, but wonderful! we got in about 1am on wednesday, woke up thursday for some walking tours, did some shopping and walking- went to some museums, and toured the robi house yesterday on our way home. got in around midnight last night, got home and crashed. 

soil #7

soil # 8

soil # 9, 10, & 11

soil # 6

love lauren perry smith...

i wish... and SOIL #5

first, SOIL #5

i love ted wheetley. he's my boo. he makes me laugh. makes me think. makes me tell him when life isn't  ok. he listens. he talks. he's wonderful. and i love him.

also... 

i wish sometimes i could change things. make them the way they used to be. 

i would make this longer, but then i think i'd wish i hadn't.