POOP

DONE.
i'm done.
i'm done donedonedoneodnoneodnoenoendone

i have three hundred things due monday.
AWESOME.
i hate school. i hate provo. i hate college.
(i may take this back in a couple weeks. but i'm just not very pleased right now, thank you.)

when i grow up, my children won't know what this town is.
(and aggies...no comments. it's a utah hate, not just a p-town hate.)

city. i guess.
anyway.
but i met a very nice Asian girl today. meeting Asians is always nice.
she thinks my name is rachel though...

ohhhhkay

kanye. is great. he is. and i like him.

but daft punk knows how to remix their own songs best.

WIN.

summersick

I know I already wrote a post about summer. But. I don't care.
Summer is the best thing, in the whole world, and yes I would give up snowboarding frequently (since I've been...three times, in the last two years anyway, lame.) to have it all year round.
But I guess for me, at this time in my life, summer is having a stupid job that you kind of maybe like (or maybe just hate) and NO SCHOOL. and PLAAYing every spare moment.
maybe when I grow up, I can focus more on the weather.
I'm so done with school. And...I told someone the other day...maybe ratch, that, I'm so done and that's bad cause I have like fifteen papers to write....
I wasn't exaggerating. Excluding finals, I have fifteen papers to write. hahah.
I don't get homesick. or seasick. I get peoplesick. and summersick.
and when I get really...excited, or nervous, or sad, or happy, or angry, or anyextremeemotiony, I get nauseous.
I am literally sick, about summer. Right now. In the library.
things to do:
camp
picnic
swim
water color
DANCE PARTY
walk-about
wear cut offs
attend concerts
gaze at the starry skies
farmer's market
read beautiful literature
ice cream
DANCE PARTY
practice spanish
work
make healthy food (and eat it)
fruit. eat it.
DANCE PARTY
tie dye. cut off. spray paint. (create clothing)
call friendies on the phone (in logan, or ktown, or cedar, or WA, or FH, or indianers, or alazka, or whatever)
ride a bike
longboard/skate (hahah)
get summer skin
write letters

to name a few.
oh and...DANCE PARTY, maybe.
also, the picture at the top, is a nice tidbit of summer. britter and i were dancing in the car, on a long drive, to techno, with great friends, on the way to an outdoor concert.
SO SUMMER.
aghghghghghhghg
summer. come get me. now.

i hate/love being obsessed with songs.

soooo. i was talking to a dear friend the other day, after i started playing my presently favorite playlist in his car, for the eightieth time, he made a wincy face as it began...i asked him if he was sick of me playing it, and being the kind person he is...he just turned the conversation around to explain that i listen to music in a different way (over and over and over...if i like it) than he does.

which is true.

sahrry.

Anyway. Right now it's Falling Slowly by Glen Hansard...triggered by a darling lady in my ward and her fiancé.

and i'm overindulging because Tucker got the soundtrack and let me have it...

anyway.

it makes my heart hurt.

because that line...

take this sinking boat, and point it home- we've still got time.

i hate feeling like i'm in a sinking boat. and i hate it even more when i don't know which way is home.

but i just want to do it...to go there...so bad.

life. is so beautiful and wonderful and amazing and awesome and fun and happy...

and hard.

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.

i love colds...but seriously.

my title is not sarcastic. though i have said that WITH sarcasm multiple times over the last two days.
ANYWAY.
remember when you'd get sick in elementary school, and you'd stay home and watch movies and your momma would take care of you, and you'd eat weird things and drink lots of liquids...and SKIP SCHOOL???
still satisfying. just so you know. and when your darling sister brings you orange strawberry banana juice. which is probably all we'll drink in heaven. get ready.

also, some things that make me indier than you. because i actually know the definition of the word. AND my dear friend, mr. lybbert, thinks he's indie. weeelll. i'm indier.

i still HAVE facebook. and i have yet to deactivate it.
i'm wearing tights with cut offs.
i like orange strawberry banana juice.
i claim jason mraz and jimmy eat world as my favorite artists ALONG with the hush sound and arcade fire. EDGY.
i call bands artists, and concerts shows.
i never go to bed before one.
i love brushing my teeth.
my ears hurt, because i have a cold.
i hate tv.
i love movies.
i haven't even SEEN where the wild things are...yet. and i so love(d) the book more than you.
i love taking pictures. EVERY kind. (sketch)
muppet's treasure island IS my favorite movie.

i'm so indie i don't even have any friends.
i'm so indie i don't even listen to music.
i'm so indie i never sleep.
i'm so indie i never stop dreaming.
i'm so indie i hate everything you've heard of and like, and love everything you've heard of and dislike. and everything you haven't heard of. even if it's an obscure eastern european city. i love it. cause you don't know anything about it.
HA.
kay. never using that word again.
maybe.

man-oh-man you're my best friend!

what defines a best friend?

a lot of things, i think, definitely, but i think a have reason to be grateful, because i think i have more than i deserve, and better than i deserve.

but probably when i, PERSONALLY, use the term, i think of someone that

i completely trust. with anything.
i feel i understand, and understands me.
has seen me cry, would let me see them cry.
has laughed/ does laugh with me. hard.
is a beautiful person.
lives their life passionately.
makes me better, and allows me to help them.
i've had at least ten BOMB experiences with.
will call me on the phone to vent. to tell a funny happening. to catch up. to spill. or...to just TALK.
i care SOOOO much about.
i love way more than my awkward vocabulary could ever ever ever express.

i think pictures explain things better sometimes.