i don't know what to do with my life.

help.

a boy named . . .

once upon a time,
i went to a school a little ways north.
there was a certain weekend when my dear sister ventured the two hours to visit me.
it was great.
we went to a certain restaurant.
and learned some important things
like, no one else appreciates our humor (which makes it more beautiful),
sometimes the workers drink out of the drinks that they offer to their customers (yeah),
but most of all,
we were 'introduced' to a boy.
he was our waiter.
his name was . . .
after meeting him, his name was a joke to us.
and we would chirp his name, like little birds.
at the table
(here came the realization that no one else appreciated our humor)
and, yes, we really would.
after this wonderful weekend with my sister,
my sightings of this boy named . . .
increased.
a lot.
so, everytime i saw this male, i sent a great text to my sister
with three simple letters.
but, alas.
he has moved away, i am told.
so, i am no longer able to text my lovely sister those texts
that bring smiles to both of our faces.
(the boy on the right is NOT the boy in my story.
that would have been a bit TOO creepy)

best prank ever.

sometimes, I like to put on my mom's wedding ring and imagine getting engaged (i know I'm pathetic. so, don't make fun of me) so, once I was sitting in church with my family. next to my mother. and decided to do just that. my old young women's president, sister wilson, and her family always sit behind us. (if you know her, this story will be much funnier, p.s.) and instantly I thought of a great joke. admiring the ring, I pulled my arm around the bench so whoever sitting behind me could clearly see the diamonds. and instantly, I knew she had noticed. I heard a gasp, a tap, and I turned. her and her husband were so happy and shocked and she immediately started congratulating me. and then, the tears started coming. oh, I should have known. and me, knowing when to end a joke (mostly because i was laughing really hard and being completely disrespectful and trying not to pee), decided to pull off the ring and mouth, 'just kidding'. and then I recieved a well-deserved punch in my arm. but, oh dear, it was worth it.

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.