TUESDAY

If you are anything like me, you have a serious case of the Tuesday Screwits, whether it be you being positive your phone will never be fixed, or you being dead tired, or your cat having an asthma attack. 

So here is a little musical fusion if you will, to give your afternoon a little pick-me-up. 

I think I'll call it TUESDAY. 

Ya dig?

If this doesn't do the trick, just remember, 

Word up.

xoxo

Staycay with Bai 2k...14

You heard it here first folks, Staycay with Bai 2k...14 was a SUCCESS.

We made a pact to make Fall Break a hoot and a half, specifically because we were staying in town. 

So we made a list.

Because that's what we do. 

And it ended up looking like this: 

Pay no mind to today's date... awkward. 

Walk in the funky alleys was my idea, just FYI.

Anyways, adventures included, but were not limited to:

 1. Eating waffles.

2. Chatting with some 8th graders in a parking garage (not a drug deal, promise.)

Aliases for Fall Break

3. Exploring Enoch... yeahhh. 
4. Chillin at the city 'brary and enjoying completely real Native American artifacts. They're really real. 

Cedar's Native American Rock Paintings. They're real. 

ERMAGERD BERKS

5. Gettin' our read on at The Grind.

Which then turned into:

6. Going to St. George.
7. Running through sprinklers at 11 pm.
8. Making Peanut Butter Cap'n Crunch Rice Krispies. (UM YUM.)
9. Hangin at Grams and Gramps storage unit.
10. Trying on thousands of Lindy's hats. 
11. Organizing our lives. 

And then progressed in an upwards fashion to:

12. OOTD'S OBVIII

WHAT THE HELL IS AN OOOHTID. 

13. Discovering thee most simple and delicious way to make Pumpkin Chocolate Chip cookies. 

Do ya got a Bai? Or nah?

14. Late afternoon strolls around the city, only to end up at the University. 

Campus is aight.

15. And designing. LOTS and LOTS of designing. 

I think you could say Fall Break was pretty dece. 

AMIRITE BAI.

Hope you had a good break too. 

Y'all are peaches!
Dylan

SLC 2014

HELLO.

and welcome! 

To Dylan Lowe's love story with Salt Lake.

*heart eye emoji x 10000 here*

I had no idea how cool Salt Lake was until last week and I have lived there my whole life.

Like doubleyew-tee-eff.

I traveled up north with some fellow Graphic Design students to check out design firms and studios as part of SLC Design Week, and if I didn't think heaven existed before, I sure do now. 

Let's just start with the fact that I drove around Downtown in Utah's version of a Double Decker tour bus for three and a half hours with a bunch of hipsters. 

#UHHUH

Selfie. Obvi.

THE crew.

We checked out a dozen different studios including Super Top Secret, Struck, and MRM//McCann just to name a few. I wish I would have taken photos, but I honestly was too amazed with what I was seeing to even think about taking photos. I only took like three snapchats.

I KNOW. 

SORRY.

I WAS LIVING IN THE MOMENT OK. 

Eating all the weird hipster food, collecting business cards and stickers, and conversing with drunk comrades.

I even got to eat gluten-free pasta! 

SAY WHAT!

I know. I know.

It was seriously the most fun thing I have done in like... two months. 

Homies on HOMIES

This quick lil' trip solidified the fact that I am doing exactly what I should be, and got me super stoked for my graphic design career. 

Guess I'll graduate after all...

WOOF.

SLC 2016 BABY.

Here I come. 

xoxo

Dylan

WOOF

So little time, so many things to catch up on.

Which is why I think that I thought wearing leggings as pants today was acceptable...

I mean they are the classy kind with wool on the inside to keep your legs warm, so I mean they have that going for them. 

#lifedecisions amirite?

Whatever. 

This morning was super productive which came as a shock to me and probably anyone that knows me. 

Mornings are NOT my thing. 

Ask my family. They dare each other to wake me up in the morning when I'm home because I'm a freakin' bear before 10 o'clock AM and that's a fact. I could strike fear in the heart of Genghis Khan if he was still alive and lived in America... yep.

But not this morning (!) thanks to my new IV infusions I get every-so-often. I awake the next morning metamorphosed into a beautiful productive butterfly. It's wonderful. I went to the gym, got myself a coffee, ate SALAD, washed my sheets, took a shower, got my hair trimmed, scored some free concert posters, and did everything except my homework.

Which is obviously why I'm writing this because the last thing that sounds fun right now is studying Roman and Indian art and recreating a master drawing. (jk it's supes fun... ahem*)

Soooooo I guess I could share with you some pictures of my life and my info about my new-ish relationship.

Yep you heard it right

I'm dating.

Dating MYSELF. 

And it's actually way fun... #isthatweird?

I paint and find cool music:

Buy myself flowers:

Third-wheel it and go see AMAZING concerts:

 Buy myself coffee:

And buy myself even more flowers!

Basically I'm perfect for myself!

To all my haterz, it's whatevz. 

I have had so much more time to be creative, read, exercise, find cool music, and just have Dyl time that I haven't had time to worry about you. In a lot of ways I'm a lot happier and I'm not just saying that you naysayer who just said, "You're just saying that!" But there's obviously some work there to do. 

You've probably read thousands of posts like this about "Living in a Utah: Where Everyone Gets Married as Infants" and "OMG I WANT A BOYFRIEND, The Tale of Desperate White Girl," but I don't fall into either of those categories in that in all honesty, I don't know what I want. 

It's a weird "not-quite, not-yet" stage and I'm trying to turn the awkwardness of not knowing where I belong or what I should be doing into something positive. 

So, I'm painting when I feel like it, going to concerts I've been wanting to see forever, buying myself coffee and flowers, and straight chillin' with Dylan. (BOOM)

I'll be real here and say that this semester started a little rocky. Things didn't quite work out how I thought they would in lots of ways and I've felt alone more often than not.  

I'm realizing though that focusing on the negative parts isn't going to do me JACK SQUAT. 

SURPRISE! 

I know, I was just as shocked as you. 

Therefore:

I'm attempting to do this thing called "Move Forward." 

Maybe you've heard of it? 

I've read some studies, and scientologists--I mean scientists, say it's a real thing that you can do, so I figure I'll give it a shot. 

No doubt there will be some difficult days, there is ZERO question about that. I think it will be all about patience and having some understanding for myself. 

So here's to some self-deprication! 

I MEAN SELF-APPRECIATION. 

I'M WAY GOOD AT THIS.

IT'S FINE.

In your best Sarah Mclachlan pets are dying voice: 

If you would like to donate to the positive vibe jar, you can do so on the right.
Any and all donations are appreciated and accepted at this time (because as you can see, it's gonna take some work.) 

Y'all are peaches. 

xoxo

Starbucks and Tattoos

Kinda like snapbacks and tattoos, but WAY better. 
*White girl gang sign here*

8 PM WITH NO HOMEWORK! WOO!  

Which means I'm currently in my room (#yeahcollege) writing this, and am a little upset that I didn't take the opportunity to do so while I was at Starbucks (celebratory "class-is-cancelled" trip.) First because it's raining, and second because what white girl doesn't love a good photo with the sassy green mermaid lady while rain trickles down the window in the background, obvi while flashing the deuces and duck face? 

IF ONLY I HAD CAPTURED IT. 

Because also I'm wearing a sweatshirt that says "I LIKE CATS."

Basically today I'm contributing to World Peace.

#NOSHAME

Really I am not that hard to please... 

Or entertain...

Don't really know if that's good or bad...

I mean if I think about it, all I need to be content is a Grande Italian Roast with soy milk, and sugar free caramel. Oh and don't forget my Macbook Pro, Pinterest, Alt-J, and a graph notebook with my Pilot EasyTouch pen (so help me if you give me a wide-ruled notebook and company writing utensil...) 

I think the only thing that could have made this morning better would have been an attractive semi-hipster man in his mid to late twenties with excellent taste in music and great hair mysteriously showing up at Bucks with french fries and fresh flowers wrapped in kraft paper while simultaneously walking his French Bulldog named Basil. 

Quite frankly I'm surprised this hasn't happened yet.

But whatever.

At least my semester is off to a good start as an official Graphic Design Student!

Two hours of art history + graphic design + typography (aka writing the letter "r" fifty times in different ways) + art insights + graphic design/marketing internship with the school = VICTORY.  

Um, so basically, life is great. 

And that's really what this post boils down to. 

I work my little booty off and am loving (mostly) every minute of it. It think it helps that I live in a cute little house with my main Bai (no, not BAE,) and our room is the cutest little thing west of the Mississippi (Awe!) 

Also my bedspread is white with grey polka dots, and I only changed my outfit ONCE today.

#UHHH!

It's the little things folks.

Hope you have had a Totes Terrif Tuesday. 

You deserve it.

Mwah!

xoxo

P.S. for a highly enjoyable evening, I suggest searching one of the following on Pinterest:

1. Hipster Men
2. Man Scruff
3. Chris Pine

You're welcome. 

Guess Who's Back?

Back again...
LUCY's back. And she has friends! 

Oh haaaay, long time no chat.

I'm currently laying in bed with a knee the size of Earth (ladies and gentlemen meet my new friend Chuck!) and I figured it would be a good time to write a little somethin' somethin' because I just got back from one of the most kick-ass summers of my life.

#nobiggie

Basically I was paid to live in Southern California, hang out with the coolest kids on the planet, hike Yosemite, chill at the beach, visit The Getty, and sit in box seats at a Dodgers game. Oh and don't forget work with some of the most amazing people from all corners of the world.  

#WHATISMYLIFE

#sorrynotsorry for the pic overload. 

Believe me there are like 50 billion more. FIFTY BILLION. So really I'm doing you a favor. 

On a more serious note, it'a hard to put into words how much I have learned and changed in three months, and those who have ever been to camp can testify to that. 

I worked with kids who have been dealing with serious medical conditions their whole lives, and was trusted by their parents to take them for a whole week. 

A WHOLE WEEK. 

As someone who was pretty sick as a kid and knowing how much my parents worried about me, I felt extremely privileged to be able to spend that much time with these kids, and believe me when I say we as a staff made the absolute most of it. We watched them conquer their fears on the ropes course, experienced their first time catching a fish, ate spaghetti with no hands, and watched their eyes light up as they performed at stage night. We witnessed normally shy kids transform into the camp clowns, and the brother and sisterhood that formed between the oldest and youngest campers. 

To say it was magic would be an understatement. 

I worked with an amazing staff who helped each other through difficult times and watched as they grew and changed into even more astounding individuals, and I honestly believe that I made some of the best friends I will ever have. They helped me understand that it's actually okay to be 100% myself all the time (who knew!?), still accepted me at 12 am as I legitimately broke down on the Arts and Crafts floor in a fit of crying/laughter/incoherent sentences, and left me love notes when I was in Quarantine (aka: "The Q") and when Lucy showed up with her resting bitch face and brought her friend Chuck along half way through the summer for the rest of the summer. 

What it all boils down to is that I'm hashtag blessed.

Even though Crohn's is on its way back and things are a little rocky at the moment, knowing I've got some pretty rad people behind me (including you!) is making all the difference. 

#positivevibetribe

Y'all are fabulous.

Until next time, here's some wisdom to carry you through.

Deuces.

"Your best thoughts come to you while you're on the toilet. Because all the crap gets out of ya and you start thinking REAL." -Camper

Scaly Fish Face

So I have Crohn's Disease 

WAIT WHAT

*awkwardly late party horn here*

OMG I KNOW IT WAS A SURPRISE TO ME TOO. 

(also at first glance it looks like I typed harty porn... whatever moving on.)

And two years ago after my whole, "Who needs college when you've got a hospital to party in!" summer, I named my cute little disease to try and make me feel like I could actually get mad at something instead of innocent children and people.

Her name is Lucy (aka: Lucifer.) 

She is married to Opus (my beautifully huge and abnormal looking belly button. Thanks surgeon.)and as I mentioned before they have been happily married for two years now. 

It's a beautiful thing marriage.

So basically as of this summer I will have been an awkward third wheel for like 10 years. 

TEN YEARS PEOPLE. 

The big One-Oh! 

The double digits! 

The number after nine!

And let me tell ya, there has never been a dull moment. 

Maybe I should start a new blog segment(is that even a thing for blogs? My first blog label?)

WHATEVER

The Adventures of Lucy & Opus... oh and Dylan.

Chapter one: Scaly Fish Face

     It was Wednesday, seventy degrees and sunny, and Dylan had just been invited to a bonfire. A bonfire that could determine her destiny, and she was beyond stoked. "I'm beyond stoked!" she told her friend Zach. She hadn't been having the greatest week; people were being stupid, finals were coming up, etc. etc., and this bonfire was what was getting her through. 
     When Lucy and Opus heard word of this, they got super jealous. "Who does this chick think she is? Making plans with out us... We like bonfires, we set them inside her intestines on the reg yo." So they formulated a plan. 
     The two had heard word of a lab-created British-American hit-man named Humí Ra who was known for his ability to go undercover and persuade anyone to do what he wanted. *In a British-American accent?* "I've got a brilliant plan. I can sneak in, unexpectedly as a friend of course, and act like I am there for her. Then, out of nowhere, I will wipe out her entire immune system so that when she wakes up tomorrow, she will have a scaly fish face!" Lucy and Opus agreed, "It's totes brill. She like won't even see what's coming!" So Humí hung out with Dylan that night and talked about everything from cats to Cheetos. 
     As far as Dylan knew, it was a beautiful thing... until she woke up the next morning. "AH SHI-"

THE END

Yeah so that was an extremely long way to say that now thanks to Humira, I have these way sassy scaly patches of skin on my face that are the size of planet earth. #blessed

I mean don't get me wrong, the bonfire was still way fun, but holy... my FACE.

Confidence THROUGH THE ROOOOOOF.

Date me?

What's way great though is that it is starting to look a little better thanks to that good ol' madre of mine.(I may be converting to hippie-wickenism thanks to my mothers dōterra healing oil stuff (I'm pretty positive that's the official name.))

Now they are just bright red spots... kinda like a Dalmatian. But red.

Good thing I like dogs.

#pleasebless it works

Fenga's crossed.