i am young. so i'm fleeing this town. and i'm not burying any dreams. unless it's to plant a dream tree.

last summer, tiffer got murried.



i played in all the layton and kaysville parks.


the fray and jack's mannequin came...


and i played games with my cute friends. (and said goodbye to quite a few wonderful ones for a couple years...)



it is so GREAT outside. and i cleaned my room last night til four thirtyish. and i am SO excited because it's almost summer. and i am so sick of this school year. even though i like my classes. i just get sick of school.

reckless abandon. like no one's watching you.

that's what i'm going to do to provo
...i wish.

but when summer comes, i'm going to PLAY and have adVENTures and BONfires and write LETTERS and storIES and sWIm and get SUNburned and dAnce and make PICnics and FEasts and go cAMPing and plAAAy with my great great ward and darling friends. (and if any cool people are too many miles away, i suppose we can have lots of great discussions and happening reports over the telephone...that would be great as well.)



won't stop til it's over.