Wallflower.

So I finally saw Perks of Being a Wallflower. I haven't read the book in years, so I couldn't remember anything about it. Now I remember why I loved it so much. Who knew that one book/movie could have all of my favorite things in it? Catcher in the Rye, Rocky Horror, Come on Eileen, The Smiths, and Something by the Beatles?! Seriously. Ever since I knew what love was I wanted a boy to play me that song. "Something in the way she moves me." Ah, I think that is so lovely. Anyways, after the movie Brent and I held hands and ran out into the rain and I felt so full and happy. Kind of like when you look at someone and you think, "so this is what love feels like." That good. I got into my car and this song came on and I started to cry. And I have never felt more alive.

Here are a few pictures from my trip to Montana. I will post more about that later.

And this is what it looks like when you wear all of your scarves at once.

Time to go get my two-year anniversary on!

I am my mothers daughter.

Hello, fellow bloggers. This week has been a good. I am done with work, and packin' up for Montana while jammin to these songs. I am here to speak on behalf of my beloved mother, of whom which you may already know. As you may be able to tell, I changed my blog name to wildflower, due to the fact that is what my mother calls me. "A wildflower," she says, "is what grows where it is not planted, and sticks out in a field of roses." Beautiful. Along with being a wizard with words, my mother is the most open-minded person I know. Which is why I am so upset with all the hate that is blasted in cyberspace. I will tell ya'll right now that I am going to vote for Obama, for well-educated decisions that are very near and dear to my heart. So far, my fellow people, the dems, have been called stupid, ignorant, and I believe the term "asshat" has surfaced on good old facebook. Where everybody is a bully. Gee, I think this is awfully rude and it makes my heart race. I actually think that is because I just downed a bottle of 5 hour energy and my heart has been racing like a madwoman. Regardless, I like Mitt Romney and I think that he is a pretty neat guy, but just not the choice for me. Also, I think it is pretty rad that he is a Mormon and proud of it. Kudos to him. All I'm askin', is for a little respect. I am aware that the era for bi-partisanship is dead, but it isn't going to do us any good to be so divided. I digress. Another thing my mother taught me is creativity. She said that when I was a little girl I would dig around in the trash and find paper to make hula skirts for my teddy bears, and use half&half cups for tea parties. Everyone needs a creative mind. Also, she taught me the importance of uniqueness, and individuality, and compassion, and so many other wonderful qualities. The best part of all is she didn't just tell me these things, she was an example of them. Here's to her.

Isn't she a beauty? Also, I love my dad. He is the coolest mountain man I know. I got my love for the outdoors, and my wanderlust from him. I just bought myself some 2B's and some 3B's so I'm going to get to sketchin'. Happy Hump day everybody, be kind to one another. P.S. I just found this, I thought it was pretty insightful.

Bless my heart, bless yours too.

I almost forgot to share these killer songs with you guys. They are real crowd pleasers.

Opposites attract.

Okay, so I realize that I don't know how to make a blog look cute. Quite frankly, I have more prompting things on my to-do list. It is October, and Hallows Eve is upon us. Incidentally, my favorite holiday. I don't know what it is, but I have always been fascinated by all things spooky. Please don't judge when I tell you that for at least 2 good years of my youth I believed that I was a witch. I thought that I controlled the element of fire. I thought I could fly. And I would bless patches of my grass. I would use spells to call frogs. Kids are crazy, right? Anyways, this year I have decided to be Garth from Waynes world, and Brent is going to be Wayne. Its going to be excellent. I did want to be Sylvia Plath, and have him be Ted Hughes, but I figured nobody would understand. Speaking of the great Sylvia, I am reading the Bell Jar. Again. I can't tell you how much I adore that woman. She took something so morbid, and gruesome as death, and made it beautiful. At least to me. By no means did she glorify it. Its as if she was destined for such tormented darkness and pain, so instead of enduring, she became a martyr. Also, I really love that she always uses the reference "peanut crunching crowd" to describe mankind. We are all just spectators, bystanders Maybe, I find the honesty and vulnerability so beautiful. Anyways, for all of you that don't know what I am talking about, go read Lady Lazarus, Daddy and Mad Girls Love song. They will change your life. Speaking of literature, has anybody heard about what is going on with Ayn Rand and Paul Ryan? I hope she is not endorsing him. After reading the Fountainhead this summer, I have come to appreciate the work of Ayn Rand, but I don't agree with the idea objectivism. I believe it is a completely lonely existence. Anyways, I'm ranting. I originally intended on writing this post in honor of my wonderful boyfriend Brent. Now, I'm not a sappy gal, but I will give due where due is needed. Brent is my best friend, and he teaches me things each day. We are complete opposites, but we are completely perfect for each other. He may not be able to keep a rug straight to save his life, or enjoy sweets. He may think I am a little goofy, and think my style is a little strange. He might spend months on killing one little wasps nest, and he might be a little OCD. What he calls messy, I call "eclectic." But I love him. He is complex, and dedicated, and loyal, and everything that is good in this world. I've said it from day one, his presence fills a room. And he makes my life so completely worth it.

Its safe to say that I am blessed. I'd never call myself a devoutly religious person, but I am incredibly faithful. My dad taught me that God is in nature, my mom taught me that he is in people. She told me once "God watches how to treat his creations." I don't see how you could go wrong with mixing those perspectives. That way, you will always be kind to everything and everyone. Speaking of, outside the temple a hobo told us that he hated us, our families, and that he wished we would die on our way home. Also, on Friday night, these people kept driving around and cussing at us, and everyone around. I can't wrap my mind around people like this. Who could live in a constant state of contempt and hate for mankind? It breaks my heart. I want to get back to when I was a child and would pray for a half hour before I went to bed. I used to pray for the homeless, animals without homes, people who were sad and dying, for everyone's safety, a place to sleep at night, and a friend. I prayed for world peace. One of my favorite quotes is by Jonathan Safran Foer. "When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much." I think the world would be a much better place if we were all a little more child-like.