8.26.2013

Guess Who's Back?






Thank you eminem, for that wonderful intro.
HELLO. It has been way to long, and I'd first like to apologize for neglecting my precious little blog.
You've been there for me since the sixth grade, and I have been no friend to you at all.

Yes, the summer is over. Fall is coming quickly, and I cannot believe how fast these last three months went. With out being too dramatic I'll just tell you here and now that

I had a formal conversation with Harry Styles this summer.
Yeah, Im over it.

(just kidding im not, i think about it every day of my life)

I love my life currently, and the people in it. Look forward to more posts from me, because I am BACK on that blogging grind.

Ill leave you with this picture snapped the moment me & hazlan crossed paths.



love you ALL!

6.10.2013

one of those kids




im a tumblr fiend now, and i should be back to blogging soon.
dont give up on me, please.
Sincerely yours.
The breakfast club ( i had to )

-indy

3.31.2013

happy easter every bunny


I generally really like Easter, for more reasons than one. Bunnies are cute, and in my opinion under rated. (Honestly dont know what everyone sees in cats and sloths.) This holiday strengthens my testimony each year, and thats the best kind of celebration we could ask for.

I do worship chocolate bunnies, and you do too, its fine.
Getting pretty is also fun and totally necessary, and its nice and sunny outside.
(10 points to Utah for that one!)

Have a lovely day, and remember that our savior lives.
xxxxxx

3.23.2013

The nonsense of the night

We were talking about god given gifts in seminary the other day.
While some are child prodigy's like my five year old sister, mary.. Some are like me.
Some people make cookies in their free time, or do good for others. (Maddie Madsen, Kami Reiser)
Some people are spending their time perfecting their gift.
I guess im really good at One Direction facts.
*contemplates life, returns to youtube*

In other unrelated news, I listen to this song the majority of my day, because its sweater weather around here. you know you just cringed a little when you realized it was snowing outside.



Maybe thats my gift! Contrary to popular belief, I actually have a good music taste.
Maybe I'll write a post on that sometime.


3.19.2013

Oh be still our beating hearts.


I am sorry the blog has been neglected. I decided to be a sun worshiper the last couple of weeks.
I headed down to the great land of St. George Utah for the past two weekends, since baseball is religion around here.

But i'll tell you up front. this is not your typical white girl "sunshine tournament" blog post.

We decided to head down to the land of red rock, on the slight chance that our good friend, THE SUN would pay us a visit. Mother Nature is a straight up bizznatch and rained the whole weekend. Its a good thing I know the game of baseball just as well as I know Louis Tomlinson facts. Because I didn't mind as much as half the girls who only came down to get a good Instagram picture and look at boys in baseball pants.

(I told you, this is going to be a little out there.)

Several significant things happened while we were in the land before time. We kidnapped a barefooted stranger on the side of the road and forced him to show us a good place to eat. I proceeded to force him OUT of the car when he told me that "Thrift Shop was Macklemores only good song."

(I felt sympathy on him when he told me with tearful eyes that he was a returned missionary who hasn't caught up with the music lately. Oops. Sorry bud.)

I lived the life of the rich and famous, when we stayed in the Kardashian mansion.
We lived the life of the hipsters and went thrift shopping. ( I felt awkward and uncomfortable, but in the spirit of our main man macklemore being in town, we had to do him justice.)
And I should probably mention that I almost met Macklemore. Almost.

But best of all, I met the love of my life. Tanner Manscill.
I imagine it was some act of fate that brought the twitter homies together in the land of polygamy.
(that last part was unnecessary)
With a whopping 157 followers, tanner's twitter feed enchanted me. (too far?)
In reality it was a matter of time that we ran into each other.
I admire the kid's wit and charm.
he admires the blog.

HOLD UP.

DROP THE PHONE.

WHAT




Yes, I have my first male reader, and its privileged to be the one and only Tanner Manscill.
I met him after one of the games and he embarrassedly admitted to avidly reading Miss Indypendent
(which sounds more and more gay the more times I say 'miss indypendent') but the fact that tanner the coolest guy EVER reads my blog. *sobs*

I soon admitted to having a One Direction twitter account which none of you saw coming.
And thats something I feel the need to explain.

I co own a twitter account, and I promised Tanner to give him a shout out, since the account is followed by over 200,000 thirteen year old professional fan girls. (I live the exciting life)
This account could very well come back to haunt me in a couple of years.
I see this happening 10 years from now:

Harry: Babe, did you ever have a One Direction twitter account when you were younger?

Indy: uhhhhh why

Harry: Because I was on your phone playing angry birds, and I got a notification from "@SwagmasterFromDoncaster81"

Indy:

Harry:

Indy:

Harry:

Indy:

Harry:

Indy: Soooo..... what level of angry birds you on?


None the less, a shout out is coming soon Tanner. Just be patient. Directioners are vicious humans and quite possibly the deadliest fan base out there. In due time my friend.

  So I feel like when the shout out happens, and 1D, and @TannerWinslow join forces, thats just a world domination waiting to happen. Tanner, you are a quality guy. shout out to you, baby.



The great thing about this picture is tanner looks like a demon, and I look socially unacceptable at all costs. Rock on, I guess.

In the end, St. George, the land of idk man, turned out to be one of the greatest trips of my young life.
if only becca lifted me on her shoulders and let me sneak in macklemore's trailer.





3.06.2013

3.03.2013

Your Mom

Mom, I wish all the time that we were a british family so I could call you mum.

But today I was making your movie, and realized how awesome you are.
Its hard because we fight a lot, and were best friends a lot, and I wish we did more of the laughing and talking part of being best friends. No other mom in the world is as cool as you. I really want you to know that.

I received a lot of your traits through out the years.
- We both cry at everything. (Thanks)
-We laugh at everything.
-Im competitive like you.
-I get mad at silly things like you.
-We appreciate little things like, when people ask good questions.

If only someday I could achieve the beauty you radiate.
I love you mom, more than you know.
Happy Birthday.










Blogging err'day

Jumping on the blog bandwagon and doing the march challenge. (I told you Im a fiend for blogging in march.)
So today is march 3, so i'll catch you guys up.

DAY ONE
Self Portrait and 5 random facts about yourself.


5 random facts about myself.
1. I love traveling more than anything, and I've never even been out of the country.
2. Im a professional speed stacker.
3. I am highly obsessed with lighting.
Lighting, as in the lighting of the room, the lighting of the sky, the lighting of the streets at night.
I love light.
4. Oh. And I love night. I sleep all day so when I wake up its night, and all is well.
5. I take a nap every sunday. I also love sundays.
(Im unorganized as well.)

DAY 2 
FAVORITE QUOTE


DAY 3 
What makes me happy?
Too easy.
Considering it is my sweet mothers birthday.


I love you mom. you make me happy every day.

3.01.2013

Hello my name is

Every march I get into this unnecessary mood for blogging. I need to blog every day, I need the flyest blog headers, and I need validation. Its an annual thing, yeah. No one really knows why. But I welcome it with open arms, because it is extremely refreshing. 

So it's only fair to give new readers an introduction to my super-cool-way-chill-really-dope-holla-tastic-
life.

First, I should probably tell you im from the ghetto. ^^ (I thought it was obvious, but you never know.)

My name is India Blue Severe, and you bet your bottom dollar thats the best name you'll ever hear in your life. Im not prideful at all.



People call me Indy. If you want to be on good terms with me, you can sing "Indie Rock and Roll" by the killers when you meet me, because its golden, and he says my name too many times. Its great.


Oh. I love the killers. LOVE THE KILLERS.
*Its a band.*
(I figure you are all familiar with Brandon and the gang, but you know, as a blogger I feel the need to write to all people. Even the musically uneducated.)

But back to my name. I am waiting as long as possible to get married for many reasons.
One of them being to travel the world, the other being the fact that my last name rocks.

I was always jealous of the kids with nicknames, and key chain letter names.
(No one spells Indy on a coffee mug.)
However this last year has brought new friends and new nick names.
There are few things I love more than nick names.

Sarah calls me "Indra" (we dont know why.)
Hailey calls me "Indigo"
My cousins Hallie & Lauren call me "Ind" and it sounds just as awkward as it looks.
But I love it.
Tanner Melville calls me "Inds" or "Odds and Ends"
Rebeck calls me "Svev" or "India" (its a classic.)
My speed stacking team chose the name "Swervere" and its brilliance in word form.
If you have a twitter, you most definitely know me as "itsindysev"
Tiff refers to me as "INDAAAAAYYYYY" Every time.
My family and close friends call me "Indy Blue"
and the boys call me "indelicious."
(I wish I were kidding.)

I was born on the numerically brilliant day of June 18. (say it out loud. June Eighteenth. Its beautiful.)
I share my birthday with Sir Paul Mcartney, which sparked my love for The Beatles since birth.
If you dont know this by now, I sort of have a thing for british boy bands.


I have danced with Tristen Eady since we were little ones, and I picked up cheerleading along the way. I love watching sports more than the average fifteen year old girl, and spend my summers at the ballpark. I love summer, and winter, and fall, and spring. I find joy in every season, and picking favorites stresses me out. I fiend for autumn though.

I am an anti hipster, though if you really know me, it turns out I am the biggest hipster of all.

Last but not least, my life is devoted to one direction entirely, and someday I will find a way to make money off of that.
Happy March!

2.19.2013

Hairy Styles

due to my hefty dead ends and abnormal amounts of hair.
(hashtag thick hair problems)
I am determined to get my hair done this week.

Holler at me for ideas.
considering I am at that awkward length that only Jessica Alba can rock, 
help.

 But, can we discuss the amount of creativity in my post title? winning.

2.17.2013

In other related news

enlighten me;
I understand the speculation involving the biebs and his douche baggery. but at the same time..
he is something of an angel am I right?
take a gander.

http://grooveshark.com/s/Boyfriend+Acoustic/4TWz04?src=5

one of those weekends

Every once in a while, a weekend comes along where you just know its going to be remembered.
About a month ago an infinite weekend occurred. the kind John Hughes would make into an 80's movie.
tristens parents were gone, my parents were gone.
So we threw a couple of parties, hung out with college boys, tried beer for the first time, did a couple illegal things, and called it successful. 


actually were not that hardcore.
Instead, we stayed up past out bedtime, watched netflix and went to breakfast at denny's in the late hours of the night.











1.19.2013

One for the books

I lack the patience to keep an actual journal, and I lack the organization skills to blog about something when it actually happens. In my life, I have a mental book called "The Greatest Days of Indy Severe"
scattered throughout the years. I have successes and I have brilliant failures, but the point of this is part of my new years mantra.
This can't always be true, but I feel like

"This is going to turn out well,  or make for a good story. Either way we're on the verge of greatness."

Hence the name of my blog. This is true for me in most cases. It typically reminds me of summer nights when this phone call occurred way too many times:

"Hey what are we doing tonight?"
"Everyone is going to masons"
"But we hate going to masons"
"I know, but we'll make it fun."

It sounds something like that, in between the conversations of me and Maddie Madsen.
And then you get us even a half a year later, laughing until tears stream, when we reminisce the best nights that we then considered "failures".

We would come home thinking, "that sucked."
When in the end, something great came out of every situation. A great memory. And if it takes us a year to realize that, so be it. This year will be filled to the brim of insane stories, and funny memories.

This post hardly made sense to me, so you can go ahead and question wether im sane or not. The point I am trying to get across is, most nights are great. most people are great. life is great.

So lets be great, I guess.

1.17.2013

1.01.2013

Two Thousand & Twelve

Last night, my aunt and uncle told me that New Years gets worse and worse the older you get. When I found myself sitting at home, alone at the turn of the year, I suspected that they were right. And maybe its because Mormons prefer pizza, over crack, or Martinelli's over vodka, never the less, I was shocked to think that they were right. New Years has always been a brilliant time. The party holiday to cure your christmas hang over. Why I am not a party person? I would probably rather eat my feelings over 'Haylor' rumors, then spend it at a high school party. Thats just me, I guess. 

I crashed from my sugar high, and watched taylor swift give a nothing less than awful performance (sorry. Ill try to be nice) and sat to myself waiting for 2013. The ever cliche memories of the previous year flooded my head, and I get teary eyed thinking that this was the best year of my young life.
I have no doubt that this year will be better. So in  obnoxious picture form, I will share with you my favorite moments of 2012.


in 2012, I started high school, and Im that weird kid that actually likes it.



In 2012 I modeled for a clothing company.
 This was the same day I found out I made the 
Cheerleading Squad, and had my "first kiss" (gasp)

                                         

In 2012, me and my brother became best pals.



In 2012 zoe made an inappropriate sign, for our favorite irish boy.



In 2012 I ran into tWitch for the 5th time in my life, and Alison Holker for the 2nd time. 
Were good friends, you could say.

In 2012, Lexi & I spent a lot of time together. The way its supposed to be.

In 2012 I had a great summer with this girl.


In 2012, I turned the golden age of 15.


In 2012, I went on many adventures and found under rated places in utah like this cool tire swing.


In 2012, I introduced Zoe to a boy named Niall, and she has been smitten ever since.


In 2012, Zoe & I re-read our 300 9th grade notes.


In 2012, Judy and I started the One Direction craze at our school.


In 2012, I spent most of my year at baseball tournaments, and I loved it.


In 2012, I played with my puppy a lot.


In 2012, I would meet cute boys with segways at the ball park. Thats always good.


In 2012, we went to a lot of basketball games.


In 2012, I laughed more than I ever had. & went to Denny's more times than normal.


In 2012, I tubed down Provo River with my best friends.


in 2012, I spent the summer right here. It was wonderful.


In 2012, I took the term "third wheel" to a whole new level.


In 2012, Tristen and I became "Sadies" legends.


In 2012, zoe & I did funny things.


In 2012, TDT and Cheer joined forces.


In 2012, This magical event happened.



In 2012, I went to lagoon with Tristen, Zoe, and Zack.


In 2012, I spent a lot of time infront of zoe's camera.



In 2012, I realized I have the coolest family ever.


In 2012, I put on a twolves uniform for the first time, after being a viking for 3 years.


In 2012, Me & This girl grew apart, and it kills me every day.


In 2012, we drove up to salt lake and had the best day ever.


In 2012, I decided I was going to move to Daybreak. (above)


In 2012, I became a real hipster.


In 2012, I hung out with my family.


In 2012, I dressed up as my brother for halloween.


In 2012, zoe & I walked the vegas strip like big kids.


In 2012, I went to my first festival of colors.


In 2012, I entered a Justin Bieber concert.



And finally, in 2012, I went legit crowd surfing.



(I also successfully got my cell phone number into the
 pocket of Harry Styles, in case I didnt tell you that one.)

2012 was a good one for sure. Heres to 2013, I can feel 
the greatness already.