he might never see her again.

hahah. the title is just an excuse to quote the avetts, it has zero to...okay lie. i have been wondering a lot lately if i'll be friends with any of my baby missionaries when we both back. all of them. i hope so. every one of them.

(I KNOW. I'M OBSESSING. SORRY. IT WILL PROB'LY ALL BE OKAY. YEP. SURE. KAY.)

GUESS WHAT (sorry, forgot it was on, but i refuse to go back...) missy's doing tomorrow! she's going to california!!!!!!! to southern california!!!!! before missy leaves!!!! to live on the ocean for a few days. :) soooooo happy.
well actually. missy will only make it to st. geezy tomorrow. but it's the first leg of da journey, otay?

i will swim. and eat. and LAUGH. because THIS vacation, i won't be sad (and pretending not to be) about something happening in my life. cause i'm just HAPPY!!!

(also, guess what. second to baby brother, just got his mission call to OREGON!!! eugene. so there's like three missions between us. but that's not the point. CRAZY!! and so GREAT. yesssss.)

jkl;fdsakl;afdskln;fdsa

oh hey. eepud's broken, so i was wondering what i should do. i should WRITE, duh. hahha. silly missy.


ooh ooh equation.
+
=

(missy+ocean=no, not equals the brothers avett, equals THE BEST!)

real life is more than just two hours long.

oh man.
annnnd their accents are beyond adorable.
i'm definitely okay with dating someone from NC that plays the banjo/guitar like that, in a couple years.
but really. they're such good men, married and solid and they have so much faith and hope in life, and they're so REAL.
just listen.

baby i'm worried too.

hmmmm. my relief at being done with TINs was too soon. yucky monday.

but it has been lightened by the dear Avett Brothers (who i MUST see live before i die) that have the best way of saying, well, singing, everything.



annnd i must say, i have the best of friends. :) (especially including my little MISSIONARY besties. awww. i and love and them.)



also, i love the church. because this and this. (my little brother's best friend/best friend's little brother is in Japan, so yes one of my first thoughts was the missionaries. but he's not in sendai or tokyo, and he's fine, don't worry.)

also. you can help! just donate $5 to the Red Cross. We can all afford that. Just click here or donate on iTunes, it's super easy. Or one of these sites, some of them are matching donations. I'm supa poor and i did it! :)


kay. i'm grateful i'm not worrying about radiation or being drowned or my house being destroyed or the whereabouts/safety of my family. being bored by TINs seems really silly now. sorry about that.

Keep Japan in your prayers! happy monday. bybye.

I WANT YOU BACK.

i love this. i think this is the third time i've fallen in love with it.





LOCAL NATIVES! playing at that cute washington festival i still won't be attending this year.

good work, boys. (and girl.)

how [will i] keep you, just how i left you...

my whole life, i thought whoever i married would be some crazy awesome wonderful mysterious person, and i had to make sure to be in the right place at the right time, and...i don't know, go out of my way to be open to EVERY possibility so my future husband from Arabia and i could meet.

but over the last couple of years, i've come to a beautiful realization: i'm going to marry someone i know. i know that sounds obvious. of course i'll know them. and i'm not saying that i know them right now, cause i don't think i do, necessarily. (although it is a possibility, i'll acknowledge.) but it's not someone that i NEED to make SURE i'll run into in a big city on the metro, or in some giant class at a university, or on a safari in africa.
he's going to be someone that i'm friends with, that's friends with me. he's going to be someone that appreciates me for who i am, and will take me in acceptance of my good and bad qualities. and i him. someone that compliments me in the way i think and live. and i him. we'll come to a point that we decide that we can work together, through everything, to stay together and make a life, and to obey certain and specific rules that will keep us happy, and always say sorry when we're wrong. we won't stray, neither me nor him, we'll always be there for each other, and we'll cooperate. we'll be bff. haha.

and it will be our decision. it's not some mystical fate that creates marriage and love. it's people deciding to be selfless and good, and making a wonderful thing work. it's not something to rush into, and it's not something to avoid.

sometimes when i've been watching too many movies, or only hearing the cute simple summaries of relationships, i start to panic and think i need to start spending more time on south american beaches, or being friendlier to the kids in my singles ward, but it's not about coincidence. it's about decisions.

and, hahah, my decision right now, is to not date. and then i'm going on a mission, where i definitely won't be dating, in any form. and when i get back, it'll work out. it might take quite a bit of time. but that's OKAY.

cause it is OUR CHOICE to live happily ever after.




(this is not to say awful and hard things don't happen, i'm just saying a lot of hurt and confusion and frustation and bad situations--in everything in life--can be prevented by realizing the power of CHOICE we have. like, perhaps, it would be a good CHOICE to not marry someone after dancing with them and consequently falling in love in...24 hours? cinderpants? :) )

squeaky swings and tall grass

i so want summer skin. but listening to that song outside of summer makes me feel slightly depressed.

maybe not quite this red. that was hot. and painful.

...eleven daysssss!

it's the coast I crave, leads me to my grave.

bikie bike. eepud. cameraaaa. i have to think these things when i want to be DONE and just play all day.
or when i start looking at a j.crew magazine...

and can i just say? i FINALLLLY got the letter from elder k. b. koenen, and baaawled.
what a baby. also, wow. growing up is crazy. great and scary, also.

on another note, i do like making calls for this company when they actually KNOW what i'm talking about. and IIII actually know what i'm talking about. hahaha.

and the countdowns: 48 days til Washington (well, really, provo. hahaha.), 16 days til Mr. Long Beach California. (and the cruuuuuise baby! (if you say baby at the end of something, it makes it more exciting. you also sound like 9 year old boy.) ocean! beach! food! fat! sun! yayyyy!)

one last thing. scott pilgrim vs. the world is a WONDERFUL film. it makes me smile just thinking about it. (literally, i'm smiling now.)


don't watch the trailer. it gives away the entire movie. (which i, personally, do NOT think a trailer should do. it should just entice you. like the kung fu panda 2 trailer.)
otay bye.