The Ultimate Procrastinator

I should be packing. I should be doing a million things. But all I seem to be doing is watching the olympics and editing photos. So productive, huh? Maybe I'm just avoiding the inevitable fact that I have to leave the best apartment in the entire state of New Mexico. Farewell 200 S. Main. I will miss your glorious windows, hardwood floors and 7 billion bedrooms.

also a million thanks to all the friends and family that visited me in my own personal hotel. (also, tylah & juan kill me every time .)

Sometimes I come up with really weird/fantastic photo ideas.

Please ignore the fact that i have posted more photos of myself in past few weeks than ever before and focus on how good of a photographer my mother is. considering my mom sees more of my freaky faces than anyone else, she timed these shots perfectly catching non-freaky faces and you can't even tell how much of a weirdo i am. what are moms for huh?

i know the best people.

when i think about it, my life is full of people who humor me endlessly. they smile and say, "fiiiiine, kylie. sure." when i am obnoxious and have ridiculous ideas like driving three hours just for a photoshoot, or when i ask them to pose for me in outrageous getups and laughable situations and genuinely questionable scenarios and oh so many jump shots. you know who you are and i love you for it.


speaking of some of those people i love who have graciously humored me my entire life:

 

Part two:

All the best things happen in the desert. (even alien sightings)

Kylie, you're a nut.

And below is part one of my alien abduction photo series. hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
Yes, I did just say that.

Roswell: town of aliens and weirdos.

Let me get this straight. I will be the first to admit that I'm a bit weird. I mean, I willingly walked around town with a tin foil hat and bra for a solid hour, just because I thought it was funny. Totally weird, right? Agreed. But all my weird combined still didn't make me the weirdest person in town. Good on yah Roswell, for making me feel more normal. That being said, I might need to explain that my inspiration for these photos was part ninja/alien/tourist. It's also very clear that I need to quit my day job and become a model. And that my mother is a saint, not only for humoring me, but for taking my photo, and also donning tin foil antennas of her own.

2,000 miles later:

ROOOOOOOOOADTRIP BABY! They're probably one of my most favorite things ever. I like them like Winnie loves the wild and like the desert loves the sun. (that's a whole bunch) This month I had some extra days off from work and knew that the only way to properly fill them was to drive to the last corners of New Mexico that I hadn't seen yet. My mom (a-true-blue-momma-bear-worry-wart) didn't want me to go alone, so she came with. It was a fabulous time of no-fuss, belly-laughing, and adventure finding.

Also, White Sands National Monument is one of the best places in NM. 

A Christmas miracle.

One of my girls at work asked me to teach her how to twerk yesterday. And all at once, I was horrified and flattered. Me! Knowing how to twerk well enough to teach others? I must admit, it was a refreshing change from the disgusted glares and usual squeals to "please stop!" when I dance at work. Teenagers are so kind. 

mountain 'splorin.

Okay, maybe I don't hate winter that much. At least not when you can run through the freshly fallen snow and feel like you're Balto.