paint with all the colors

Nothing I can think of that's more fun than throwing chalk all over each other with my favorite people, then jumping in the river to clean it all off. College is the best thing ever. 44 more days until I say goodbye to it and this all becomes a memory.

 Life is unreal. 

my kind of perfect

I'm honestly in love with my life. It couldn't be better. 

a long road to wisdom

Reminiscing about the times when a football game or a homework assignment or a Saturday night meant everything to me. Looking back at all those people who taught me lessons and laughed with me. Most of us have parted now to spread good news across the world. Cleveland is 96 days away. Pretty soon, all of now will be but a memory.

Growing up is sort of unreal. 

anything but typical

There wasn't anything paricular about them.

But together they decided that this was happiness. 

what happened to thinking that the world was flat?

Suddenly the world is a much bigger place than I imagined and the possibilities seem endless.
My bed is a little smaller and my dreams are growing every day.
I've never been more nervous and excited and at peace all at the same time.
Things are working out and I couldn't be happier.

gonna party like its 2012

2012.

Completed the Yearbook

Went to senior ball with my life long friend, Mike Witham

Graduated High School

Survived working at Vivint with Tyler Hill

Went to Aspen Grove. Twice. With the Huish Fam and my Martinis Fam 

Moved out and started UVU

Was a Big Cat for a day
Went to Vegas to support Mitt Romney

Watched all 5 seasons of Merlin

Spent most of my time with baby Eloise
Survived the end of the Mayan Calendar 

Made some pretty bomb awesome friends

Kept some pretty bomb awesome friendships

It wasn't the best and it wasn't the worst. I had quite a bit of life changes this year and I'm growing to love each and every one of them as they have come. I'm quickly learning that life is a big adventure. So here's to you 2012, thanks for the memories, the people I have shared it with and for helping me grow to the person I have become. 

she fell in love in the first place

"I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door.

After all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade. "

know i said it a million times

Sounds like me about now.

Sleeping is overrated anyway.

the lucky one

My roomies and I bond by watching movies and swooning over this man. We rock.

far too young and clever

So yeah, this happened. 

And so did this.

Welcome to Sunday night in 408.

i miss your face like hell

Sometimes you miss the person that is five miles away. Calling them wouldn't help, they probably wouldn't answer. Sometimes they're across the country, or destined to be in far away lands. And their quirks became your own,  now a simple word sheds light on memories buried in the deepest corner of your mind. Sometimes the worst way to miss someone is when they're just across the room. Awkward silence and distant stares fill the room. Sometimes you miss the person you talk to all day long or you miss the person you see every day. Because the situation is different and it's just not the same anymore. 

But the fact is, missing them isn't enough to bring them back.

the last song that i write while still in love with you

i know we can keep going

It's like being caught in a snow storm on the way to the beach. All I have is a bike, beach towel, a swim suit and some flip flops. Suddenly the snow is so deep up my bare legs. But instead of trying to avoid the storm and find safety, I lay down and take a nap. While becoming  frozen,  I dream of the beach as it's supposed to be instead facing of the reality of the blizzard right before me. 

it's not what i came here for

I spend the day alone. I talk to some familiar faces from high school or my apartment building, but for the most part, I'm alone.  I spend so much of my time walking. Walking to my classes, walking to school, walking to the office, walking to the library, walking  to my room, walking up the stairs, walking down the stairs, walking walking walking. Walking is a lonely activity. I walk by thousands of people a day that I know nothing about. Some days I miss the hum of the drama being spread around the commons at Timpview High School. I remember the day my junior year that I thought it would be interesting to eat lunch alone and I failed after a few minutes because someone joined me. Nowadays, I eat alone quite often. I've been involved with too many conversations of silence these days. 

I'm just a lonely person in a lonely place.