Lana Del Rey... She's got a really unique style. The more I listen to this song though, the more I love it.
Kiss me hard before you go,
Summertime sadness.
I just wanted you to know,
That baby, you're the best.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Dear Boys #1
So some of you may read my sister's blog. If you don't you should check it out. :) But anyway, a couple of days ago she wrote some letters to boys. Apparently a blog she reads writes them and she thought she'd make up her own. Here is a link to Camille's "Dear boys" and here is the blog the original idea came from. Well, I decided to write some too. So here they are. (Well some of them, I'll post some more later but I felt like 6 was plenty for one post).
Dear Missionary,
You are wonderful and I adore you.
But I seriously need longer letters--Okay?
I want to know what's going on in your life.
Patiently,
Maren
Dear Joseph Gordon-Leavitt Look-Alike,
I don't know you but I saw you on campus yesterday.
Marry me?
Adoringly,
Maren
Dear Seph,
You are so wise and the best friend a girl could ask for.
Thanks for giving me your chips the other day.
I was so hungry.
Lovingly,
Maren
Dear EE,
Thanks to you I'm back on track.
Thank you for all the help and support and for being my own personal google.
Gratefully,
Maren
Dear Writer,
You are a saint.
I don't know how or why you put up with me.
But I am so glad you do.
Love,
Maren
Dear Preemie,
You are almost not a preemie anymore.
I will miss you. A lot.
Thanks for being there--always.
Love,
Maren
Dear Missionary,
You are wonderful and I adore you.
But I seriously need longer letters--Okay?
I want to know what's going on in your life.
Patiently,
Maren
Dear Joseph Gordon-Leavitt Look-Alike,
I don't know you but I saw you on campus yesterday.
Marry me?
Adoringly,
Maren
Dear Seph,
You are so wise and the best friend a girl could ask for.
Thanks for giving me your chips the other day.
I was so hungry.
Lovingly,
Maren
Dear EE,
Thanks to you I'm back on track.
Thank you for all the help and support and for being my own personal google.
Gratefully,
Maren
Dear Writer,
You are a saint.
I don't know how or why you put up with me.
But I am so glad you do.
Love,
Maren
Dear Preemie,
You are almost not a preemie anymore.
I will miss you. A lot.
Thanks for being there--always.
Love,
Maren
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Fall Photoshoot
On Sunday, my lovely roommates and I (and a couple of other people) went up to Aspen Grove for a photoshoot. It's gorgeous up there! We had a lot of fun and I'm really glad I was able to go. I'm looking forward to becoming better friends with these awesome people. :) Here are some of the photos we took:
Me and Dunia. I really wish I had hair like hers--it's gorgeous!
Me, Cindy, and Jamie.
We're pretending to be models.... Yeah...
My roommates. :)
I don't even know.
My personal favorite.
Me and Jamie.
So yep. Those were our photoshoot adventures. The end.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Slow down you crazy child. Take the phone off the hook and disappear for awhile.
The past few weeks have been pretty intense. I adore my friends dearly, I do. But we're all getting a little fed up with each other and the drama is getting crazy for some reason. Sooo... I think I'm gonna take a little break.
I went on a ten mile walk a couple of days ago. It was so nice to just be alone with my own thoughts for a little bit. I hardly ever am alone anymore being so busy with school, work, and friends. I thought about a lot of things but mainly my dating life and my social life because that's been on my mind more than anything lately. I was just walking down the main road to my house, but at one point I decided to turn and then I wandered to somewhere I'd never been before. It was beautiful. There were green and golden fields and the mountains were so close, bursting with oranges and reds and yellows. The road was lined with sunflowers, almost the entire way home. Sunflowers are my favorite flower, in case you weren't aware. The sun was setting and it gave the whole atmosphere a sort of golden, rosy glow. I just breathed it all in and kept on walking. I had no idea where I was, which felt a little relieving. I had nowhere to be, no one to see, I knew which direction home was, and that was all I needed.
I thought about who I am. It's a little cliche but I guess that's something everyone's constantly trying to figure out or change or keep sight of. So I went back to the basics.
I am Maren Jeanette Hauglid. I've always loved my middle name because it's French. I was indifferent to my first name until I found out it means "of the sea" which I thought was wonderfully poetic and I've loved the name ever since. I love people. I love people more than anything else probably. Nothing makes me happier than having close relationships with friends and family. Sometimes that gets me into trouble though. I love my sister Camille. She and I have some awesome times together. I love learning, but I hate tests and homework. I love traveling. I love sunflowers. I love walking in the rain. I love my longboard. I love to curl up in my big fuzzy blanket to watch Modern Family with my mom and dad. I adore animals. I love summer and taking walks barefooted. I love hamburgers and fries and malts. I love to read. I love the gospel. And beyond the basics it gets a little complicated and confusing to figure out exactly who I am.
And although I'm a little bit heartbroken right now about how certain things have turned out, I'm going to trust that it's all for the best. I want to focus more on the gospel and becoming like my Savior. I want to spend more time with my family. I need to focus more on school. I want to work towards a study abroad in April. I'm going to put time and effort into making more friends up here in Provo. I'm going to have to let go of some old friends.
I'm moving on.
Again.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Never or now.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
In Search of A Best Friend
I saw a facebook friend of mine had one of these. I thought it was funny. So I made my own.
Application to be Maren’s Best Friend
Name:
Application to be Maren’s Best Friend
Age:
Phone Number:
Major:
School:
Previous Best Friend:
Reason for Leaving Best Friend:
Favorite Music:
Favorite Movies:
Favorite Foods:
What Do You Do For Fun?
Days Available:
Why I Should Choose You:
Signature______________________________________ Date___________
Friday, September 14, 2012
A silhouette.
Shadows settle on the place, that you left.
Our minds are troubled by the emptiness.
Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time.
From the perfect start to the finish line.
And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones.
'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Setting fire to our insides for fun
collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
the lovers that went wrong.
We are the reckless,
we are the wild youth
chasing visions of our futures
one day we'll reveal the truth
that one will die before he gets there.
And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones.
'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.
We're setting fire to our insides for fun.
Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home,
It was a flood that wrecked this...
...and you caused it...
...and you caused it...
...and you caused it...
Well I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette,
A lifeless face that you'll soon forget,
My eyes are damp from the words you left,
ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.
ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.
And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one,
'cause most of us are bitter over someone.
Setting fire to our insides for fun,
to distract our hearts from ever missing them.
but I'm forever missing him.
and you caused it,
and you caused it,
and you caused it.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Better together—Yeah, whatever.
Better together—
Apparently not.
We had to fall apart.
You were so clever,
Or so I thought,
You had to break my heart.
I am yours,
I heard you say,
But that’s not what you meant.
Every line
Caused me to stay
But you weren’t the dream that I dreamt.
Better together—
Apparently not.
We had to fall apart.
But as I fell,
I realized so well,
You were never a dream of my heart.
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