apologies.

i'm terribly sorry i have ignored my blog recently. i've been busy busy busy, stressed stressed stressed. so stressed in fact, that a few nights ago i woke up in the middle of the night absolutely terrified for no apparent reason. really, racing heart rate, heavy panting, wide eyed; it sounds quite serious.

so i decided to take a lil break from:
a} this blog
b} my apartment
c} christmas shopping
d} christmas crafts
e} the gym, oops
f} everyone

i'm spending my time working {unfortunately, i could not take a break from this}, eating, and watching home alone with my favorite people.

fun that comes with a degree in psychology.

i love comparing people to inanimate objects. it's so entertaining. once in a district meeting on my mission, we had to say what fruit our companion would be if he or she was a fruit. apparently i can quite easily be compared to a pomegranate {"closed, but really fun once you finally get inside, haha!"}.

megan allen is a pineapple {"flirty, thirty, and thriving" wait no, flirty, frilly and fun}.

today i had the same discussion, but with spices. how this came up i'll never know.

brooks came out as red hot chili peppers.

muthuswamy as cumin.

i came out as garam masala "the kicker spice {muthuswamy's words}."

what i eat at work: jimmy johns.

what happens when you eat lunch by yourself with only jimmy johns, your NEW scion xb {ya hear that mom!? i got a new car!}, an ipod, and the utah state capitol?

{sun roof}

{spacious dash}

{large windows}

{comfortable seats}

{happy courtneys}

{...}

this.

this is what happens.