I love Logan.

I know you're probably thinking, "What?! Like five months ago, weren't you dying to move back to Alpine!?!"

Friends, you are correct. I was.

But, my love for Logan has been reborn.

Wanna know why?

When I wake up, I can look out my window and see a beautiful tree, and a breathtaking view of the mountains.

I ride my bicycle to school everyday. Through the graveyard, the prettiest part of Logan.

Yesterday, while riding my bike through the graveyard, I paused and talked to my dear Great Uncle Seth who maintains the lawn and keeps it pretty. (Now I can tell my grandpa that I didn't break his promise)

I slackline sometimes, right outside my side door, and occasionally chat to the passerby 'frolfers' (who I forgive for hitting my windows, and on occasion - my car).

I have a new love for the the Merrill-Cazier Library.

I refused to buy any books. Thank goodness for course-reserves (hence the reason to visit the library a lot)

I drive past many cute, old houses that I would want to move into in a heartbeat.

I refuse to set up my printer (I still don't understand my reasoning for this one).

My new friends are Ze Tao from China, Rebecca from San Diego, Ee Ting from China, Tomas from Slovakia, Will from England, my RA Erica (who reminds me so much of Amber), and my dear sweet roommate, Ines, from Spain.

I went swimming in a dam last week, thinking it was Porcupine Lake.

I'm cooking again, with the help of several cookbooks from the library.

I went to the Logan City Library, Macey's, and Papa Murphys this week.

I get to listen to Lexie serenade me with her new love for guitar, and get to talk to Amy about love and marriage, and Nate and I talk about Coraline and music.

I'm enrolled in institute.

I started work this week, and we are a lucky staff, because we have our own classroom. To decorate. To organize. And to love.

And, most of all, I know I won't be here for the long, snowy days.

I won. . .

Check it out!

Made by the incredible Lady Danburry.

I never win anything.
I'm so HAPPY

(and to be honest, I want to be just like my little sister, Holly, who won last week)

Joshua James

Recognize him?



Well, you should.

Because he is amazing.

And I've never ever seen anyone so emotionally involved in their music.

So his shows aren't just 'shows', they're experiences.

I even almost cried the first time I saw him play.

So yeah, like I said.

You should recognize this face.

Be sure to listen to Lovers Without Love, posted on the right.
Here is his blog.

To the Children

I mean, really?
Not letting your child watch this?
Not letting them understand responsibility and that it lies in the hands of the children? Not letting them see that school is good?


Even if you don't like him,
he is our PRESIDENT
And does deserve our respect.


And at Timberline, students only were able to watch it IF they brought a signed permission slip.
At least at Lone Peak, they only had slips if parents strongly felt either way.

Either way, it still makes me sick.

And here it is if you missed it.
Personally, I thought it was great.

Recollections

I love how

Oranges make me think of Lost,
When I listen to Gorillaz, I just want to play Ticket to Ride,
Listening to 'Brothers on a Hotel Bed' makes me think of dying my hair,
The smell of candles remind me of the Wilson's house,
Exercise balls make me want to pee,
Unshelled peanuts and orange candies remind me of Christmas Eve,
The word 'Lunkers' makes me laugh really hard,
Watching Scrubs makes me want to play tetris 64,
Playing Rock Band reminds me of Dewey's house,
Seeing berries on shrubs makes me think of that one time when Amber and I fed them to Sydnee.
Fireballs remind me of lies, Holly, my dad, and church,
Eminem makes me think of my cousin, Richard, who isn't my cousin anymore,
Classic skating reminds me of fifth grade,
The game 'signs' brings me back to Nikole's slumber party where we played for six consecutive hours,
Sees candies remind me of my grandpa,
Frisbee reminds me of the beach,
Playing racquetball makes me miss Greg,
When I play Balderdash, I wish that Tanner and I still played it at every family gathering,
Rage Against the Machine makes me imagine Greg and Fred working at Shelf Reliance,
Hugs, Tears, and Smiles makes me think of everyone that I love.

And I love when that happens.
And I just smile.
And look forward to the memories that are yet to come.

Just a Tree

(PS This is not the tree in my story. But I love this tree, too)

I know it's just a tree.

It's the tree that Austin walked right over. Between his legs. It was just a newborn then. Too small to see, but not too small to hurt (unfortunately for Austin).

It's the tree that saw us pull a prank on Dave. and the tree that let him rest his hand on it, while he was deciding who to yell at first.

It's the tree that saw the singing boys, the ball of yarn, the cat, and all of the other funny dance pranks.

It's the tree that saw the best (and worst) of door step scenes.

It's the tree that saw a nervous boy's first kiss.

It's the tree that has seen tears.

It's the tree that sees the excitement of reunions of nephews, sisters, parents, and grandparents.

It's the tree that has overheard many many many conversations.

It's the tree that sees a black hyundai elantra full of laundry every couple of weeks.

I'm excited to see that tree.

I know that it's just a tree.

But, It's the tree that welcomes me home.

04:05:06 07/08/09

Liars.



Is
05:06:07....08/09/10
not as consecutive?