Fact:

Daniel Egbert in his bed room.

I love the rain.
I have 8 more days of college.
Orange is a happy color.
I'm excited for General Conference.
Spring is my favorite season. Fall is good too.
I'm not sure which one is my favorite.
Sweater weather is good.
I want to visit Washington.
I want to visit Home.
Birds chirp at the end of Imagine by John Lennon. Listen to it.
Red book cloth looks good on a book. Even those some don't believe.
I like Mitch Epstein.
And William Eggleston.
And Adrian Walsh.
Don't leave scalpels on the floor.
Adrian doesn't appreciate it. Weird.
I can hear my neighbor singing in the shower.
I'm avoiding going to the photo lab to work on a Documentary Photo book.
People should open their blinds more. It makes you happy.
Walks are good.
Bike riding season is around the corner.
I still have ugly toes.
So sandle season is not around the corner.
I make books instead of doing homework.
Cecilia by Simon and Garfunkel has been stuck in my head for over a month and a half.
I'm listening to it now.
Our neighbor is incorrect when he says he makes the world's best salsa.
Apparently our couch looks like it comes from Anthropology. Nope just Paddy.
I wish all summer I could be a bum and have people take pictures for them and make books.
Nope.
Sometimes I eat grilled cheese sandwiches for breakfast.
I have a yellow toothbrush. Which I think is an odd color for a toothbrush.
I like talking with people in the photo lab.
I'm gonna miss that.
Apparently I'm an old soul.
I like tulips.
The flower of Wales is the daffodil.
I want to go to Wales.
But I'd rather pick tulips than daffodils.
The only thing that makes Paddy happy is things.
Paddy and Annette are more alike than they realize.
Sunshine makes me happy.
I like to laugh.
My mom is funny.
We share a brain.
She has the left, I have the right side.
I wrote a paper for my class this afternoon in 6 minutes.
I don't like to sleep in socks.
I broke the honor code to get those pictures of Daniel.
Don't care.
Kick me out with 8 days to go.
Chocolate milk makes everything better.
I've been sleep talking and walking lately.

Fact:

I want to poke documentary photography in the eye. Not documentary photography photography. But my documentary photography class. It's really dumb.

This is Adrian.

Eating cereal.

Daniel.

He couldn't stop talking and laughing through me taking photographs of him.

Laurel.

Maybe too many portraits? Don't care. This is Laurel.

Fact:

Today for lunch Lewis gave me the option of salad or pancakes. I chose salad. I chose wrong. What he calls salad consisted of lettuce, cucumbers, avocado, onions, sweet pickles, green grapes, and bananas with creamy onion dressing with a bit of ranch. He said he forgot to put in the tomatoes and oranges. Thank goodness! Just an average weekly visit with P and Lew. And Adrian wonders why I never get sick. Immunity of a horse here!

Brandon and Bobby.

Grew up with Adrian. Brandon is 6'3". Bobby is not. But they both are crazy. So is Adrian. So am I.

Kristen

Is a fellow photographer friend and also participated in the BFA program this semester.

Today Is.

My Mom's Birthday! She's going to have a good day!

This is Jennie.

She is in color. She's also hilarious and super nice.

The Bills.

Matt and Trish live on our floor. They are both biology majors. Trish is from Meridian and Matt is from Wyoming.

Some Fellow Photographers.

Jane and Esther. Jane is from Idaho Falls. Esther is from Calgary.

Fact:

Having twelve frames our of your shoe box sized living room is great.

Here are 26 People:

That I know.

Spring Break:

I think it's interesting to see, read, and hear about people discussing spring break. I forgot that people have spring break. My mind is not anywhere near spring break. Oh well.

Fact:

John Herschel is the inventor of awesomeness.
I love chocolate milk.
I need photographs of faces. So if you want to volunteer your own?
Paddy has new wood floors.
I would drop Documentary Photography if I could.
I'm not a fan of lazy people.
I think green is still my favorite color.
Adrian is still Dutch.
The Dutch are still stubborn.
But Watts' are still more stubborn.
I want some sushi.
My shoe size is 7.5.
Teaching Relief Society gives me anxiety weeks in advance.
Your wrist will cramp up if you write vigorously for an hour and a half.
I wish it was popsicle and kite flying season.
I can't wait until next Friday.
We have bird salt and pepper shakers.
When I tell people I'm upstairs for the BFA they ask me why.
I want to punch them.
But I smile and say the cool kids are upstairs.
I have a double crown.
And a lazy eye.
And a cool mom with a lazy eye.
I could wear jammies all day.
I don't like the texture of pudding.

I'm Done!

I'm Done! I'm Done! I'm Done! I'm Done! With my BFA! Just gotta wait 'til the 18th to hang it. Adrian and I just got back from the Spori basement after spending five hours working on that wretched book. You can order one if you want one. Isn't that neat? See look at the side....yep there.

Meet Dallin.

He's graduating this April in Graphic Design. He's hilarious. And his mom is making him do an announcement for graduation.

It's a Watts Things.

We LOVE putting things on our heads? Don't know why.

Today.

I visited these guys.

And Grandma.

Parker wanted to show you this.

Ellie didn't Say Much.

I Really Hate.

To disappoint people. I really hate when I give someone my word and I don't follow through.

Yesterday:

I went to art seminar with Adrian yesterday (because I heard the guy speaking was funny). But in case he wasn't funny I checked
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban out of the library. About half hour into the meeting I started flipping through it trying to
find my place. A big black smudge caught my eye. Someone with a sharpi marker had scribbled out a dirty word and written a
less dirty word above it. Are you serious? Things like this really make me wish I wasn't in Rexburg. I hate when people defile books,
especially Harry Potter. But really, I think this counteracted the original intention. What did I do, I flipped through the rest of
the book looking for all the other dirty words. Only in Rexburg. Probably Provo.

Also, when Adrian and I got home from art seminar, I was unloading my bag. I was taking my ceramics clothes out of my bag to put
them in the hamper. Along with my dirty clothes came a pair of leggings. Black ones. I have a pair of black leggings, but I wasn't sure how they got in my back pack. Then I realized that they weren't mine. The ceramic students share a locker room with the dance students. I STOLE SOMEONE'S LEGGINGS. I must have scooped them up with my ceramics clothes and stuffed them in my bag. But to my defense I have to say that the dance students leave their stuff everywhere. We are at BYU-I where we cross out dirty words in books and you can trust most. However, seriously you're in a locker room, put your stuff away. But don't worry, I will put them back. I don't really want someone else's dirty leggings!