My sister is cooler than your sister!

My sister Annie makes awesome art. Art is something I admire. The fact that my sister makes art is therefore something I admire about her. And that's not even touching the fact that said art is awesome. The art you see above was made for, you'll never guess so I'll tell you, a vending machine. Yup. BYU last semester sold some art through vending machines with proceeds going to charity. So that's cool, yes, but even cooler is this buff girl. We are all buff girls inside, I really do believe that. My arms might jiggle when I wave them, but don't be fooled. I'm a buff girl.

And I love my sister who wrote me a cool poem. In fact, as a send-off, I'll include that poem because I liked it so much:

A Sister's Lament

My dearest sister Heeree,
How very much I miss thee!
Thy blixy ways, with mem'ry fond,
I ponder oft; And gaze beyond
This campus small, across the sea
To where you learn and play without me.
Tho good I know your trip to be,
I'm saddened to the worst degree
By the lack of your good company
And former close proximity!
Perhaps my sorrow's naught but folly,
But, alas, I'm rendered melancholy.
Come back soon! My heart can't bear
The miles that lay 'twixt here and there!

I defy you to find a cooler sister. Except maybe my other three sisters can tie her for coolest...

La Hermana Gordon, and a lot of links

I inadvertently stumbled upon my dear friend Christy's vimeo page. Oh, delight of my heart! She is a beautiful person, currently serving a mission for the Church in Spokane, Spanish-speaking. Girl is a huge role model to me, a big reason why I'm going to serve a mission as well. I should write her a letter, whoops...

We worked together on the Mormon Missionary Diaries project at the Harold B. Lee Library on the campus of Brigham Young University in Provo, UT.

Wow.

This is what happens when I do not want to do homework. Nay, not one bit.

Signing out, here is a picture of me and Christy at a How to Host a Murder party. She played a 1970s businesswoman. I played the token floozy. In memoriam, Christy.

Windgirl

I've made a few really good friends on this trip. Honestly, everyone here's a champ; even if I don't love the person, no one is unbearable. I count this a great fortune when something as volatile as 40 girls and 1 guy in a small living space happens. But in this group, there are a few standouts. One of them is Abigail.

Things at which Abbie is good: making children smile, creating beautiful dance moves, dismounting from the top bunk, laughing from the diaphragm, discussing King Lear in the few hours before papers are due, looking gorgeous without makeup, reading at night with her headlamp, rollerblading in spandex, running through Hyde Park, being a card shark, winning every game ever, singing all sorts of happy songs, and in other ways fulfilling the wind element.

I love you, Abbie.

PS - When you die, can I have your sweatskirt from REI? Thanks.

This is a Tribute

To Simini.

"Did you know that you can play darts with thumbtacks? Yes, yes you can." Ack I miss you!

Studio 111

Oh the Cocherans! I love these people! They are funky artist friends of my family back home. They do a little of everything, and it is fun stuff, let me tell you. Their home is unreal, and walking through it an experience akin to passing through an incredible gallery of neo-groovy awesomeness. Nina made me a "Pat the Bunny" (well actually, "Pet the Puppy" but that's neither here nor there) retro notebook to console me for the removal of my wisdom teeth. Is that friendship or what?!?

Their greatest creations are their children, though. Their youngest daughter does karaoke like you wouldn't believe. So check out their site, give them some love, and appreciate the greatness.

Incidentally, here is a video their eldest son, my sister's greatest friend, put together. Of himself. Cleaning his room. Yes, I know it's cool.