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.)

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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!)

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!

love love loooove, looove love love....

oookay.

i thought of like eight billion things to write about, like:

i love the weather, the stores, the streets, the coast, the foliage, the homes, the lot of things about CA. and i've concluded i must live here for like a summer. BUT. i will never raise a family here. unless i'm forced to. not here, not utah. sorry.

animal collective is AWESOME to listen to while driving long distances. (but probably don't make the rest of the car try to be open minded and experience it too...if they're your darling family. cause it will most likely not be a positive experience.)

disneyland is super magical. i just hate being stressed about about things, especially on vacation. and disneyland+gibson family=lots of stressed out running around and ocd planning. but we did good this time. lots of magic, and fun, and hilarious line waiting, it was GREAT. (and it was SO worth waiting half hour for peter pan.)

There are a few things people should know, fashionably, that i wanted to tell them to their faces, but my desire for them to experience the magic at disneyland without their self esteem being lower exceeded the former. BUT. i'll tell you a couple:

boys: i am not opposed to tank tops. i think you look adorable. specifically those skater/surfer kinda looser ones, usually involving stripes. BUT. unLESS you are trying to look trashy, NO TIGHT TANKS. you look like an idiot. ew.

girls: leggings are not pants. if you want to wear them with a dress, fine. but a longish shirt or jacket...you are making your bum look huge. not big, huge. cause they are terribly unflattering in that area. you don't look sexy. you look FAT. sorry. put some bottoms on.

the back of a honda pilot is WAY smaller than the back of a suburban. (okay, i wouldn't really blog about that...but if you're considering downsizing...don't do it. ow.)

macgyver is great. just...no more. especially no more in the car. plllleeeeaaase. (okay, also wouldn't blog about that. this is just babbling now. sorry.)

the ocean. playing in it. is SUCH a metaphor to our lives. think about it. floating, being sucked under, coming back to the shore, swimming...think about it.

but. i'm not going to elaborate more on any of those. i'm just going to say, i love:

ashley, marshall, garrett, mama, dad, the beach, sand, the oceaaan, disneyland, peter pan, oscar wilde, warm weather, humidity, huntington, newport, sharky's, cheescake factory, star wars, alice in wonderland, tea cups, cinnamon toast crunch, beirut, sufjan, freckles, ben gibbard, kites, (yes ratch, we flew kites...on the beach.) the world cup, california, the "it's a small world" ride, our cute condo, and psych. which my family is watching right now.

bye!

i know the heart of life is good.

arching. (stolen from ryan. thhhhanks.)

yams.

prescriptions.

adorable.

eighty percent OUT.

sooo this week. i've been freaking out about my future, the immediate, the summer, the fall, the winter, the next few years, my adulthood...everything, hardcore.

"fear is the friend who's misunderstood."

i'm not really sure why. BUT. i had super awesome discussions with super awesome people that helped me realize a lot of things, including the fact that i'm lucky to have some very privileged aquaintances. (like, i'm priveleged to know them.)

"then the circle of your friends will defend the silver lining."

anyway. i've concluded...i need to live in the present. and this is my last summer of childhood, probably. which is okay. i just need to get out of crisis mode. and growing up will come when it comes, and i need to not sit on the edge of my seat and cringe...i can just let it hit me. cause i might get knocked over, but i'll definitely be able to get back up.

two friends helped me reach complete opposite conclusions. but i think my personal conclusion should be somewhere in the middle, which is where i am, so i'm glad for that. love is the most important thing EVER and you should never deprive yourself or anyone else of it. that doesn't necessarily refer to, or not refer to, romantic love. so. think about THAT.

"pain throws your heart to the ground, [but] love turns the whole thing around."

don't even try to deny that.

i'm too tired to write anything else. and it's probably TMI anyway. but guess what.

i will be in CA in 72 hours. ish. YESSSSS.

night.