oh yeah

Way back when I had a camera and a battery at the same time,

I took some photos of the beautiful miss Anna I thought I would share some

more are here.

This post is whatever.

I have many posts that remain drafts. Unseen and unread. I fear the poor things probably feel second-rate and useless so I thought I would share my favorites with you:

(July 21st) "My hair and clothes smell Heavenly. This must be what it feels like to be you."

(July 17th) "Do I have too much to say? Or nothing to say? Is it both? Or neither? Maybe I have too much desire to say and nothing to fill that desire."

(July 15th) "Those who do not read will live once and die. Those who read live 1,000 times and never truly die."

(July 9th) "How foolish I will believe myself now a year from this day when I look back at all that I thought and all I dreamed of. But you can't really live an interesting life without being a fool sometimes."

(July 5th) "Welcome to the fallout 
Welcome to resistance 
The tension is here
Tension is here
Between who you are and who you could be
Between how it is and how it should be"

(June 30) "Sometimes I wish I was a hipster but then I remember that life means more when you live it than when you take a picture of it to prove you've lived. If all you have to show for a life is a picture then really you haven't lived. A better proof of living is a life. Plus then I remember that hipster means a trend follower and I don't want to be that."

(May 31) "Bless your beautiful hide,
wherever you may be.
We haven't met yet
but I'm willing to bet,
You're the one for me."

There you go drafts. I hope you feel important. 

Making history

This blog is starving, but I'm listening to High School Musical and my clothes smell like my dryer sheets so it's all alright. I've found that I hate blogs that write too many words and say nothing but I've also found that I don't care so suck it up and read, it will get you ready for school to start again. 

Once upon a time I creeped in the middle of the night (aka 10:30) with two good friends to a boys house and threw rocks at his window. As luck would have it, he wasn't home. I think I said YOLO a lot that night. I hate myself for that just so you know. 

Stake dances, I've become an expert. Let me teach you the trick to slow dances. A) Mentally will yourself not to sweat on your hands. I believe in the power of the mind. B) Develop the ability to make slow dance small talk i.e. "Where do you want to go on your mission?" "Who would play you in the movie of your life?" "if your phone had a voice, whose would you want it to sound like?" C) Never ever, ever ask what color their toothbrush is. It's just getting old. 

If you haven't ever read Ella Enchanted then you are missing in a piece of literary magic. I swear that book will never get old. The ending always brings me to tears and I don't cry easily. Well except lately, lately I cry over everything and then people have to put up with me crying to them over the phone or opening all the cupboards. 

My cousin and his wife have two little boys, they are huge, curly haired, polynesian boys and they're adorable. They know my name but like to call me "girl" or sometimes "blue girl". Maybe I should stop wearing blue around them. They like to pick unripe grapes off the vine and pucker up their faces when they realize they're super sour. They are coming to live at my house for two days and I can't wait. I had better take lots of naps until then, they are very exhausting. 

Secrets and stuff

Today is my best friend's birthday. 

Secretly, I like her everyday and I also want to strangle her most of those days, that's true friendship ladies and gentlemen. 

Secretly, I really like this dumb picture she took on my iphone and I don't know why.

Secretly, I have no idea what in the world I would do without her.

So, because I had so many secrets I thought I would add one more and throw her a surprise party. 

Secretly, I told her a lot of lies to get her to my house last night. 

Secretly, I almost forgot to tell her mom that we were throwing her a party.

Secretly, I sort of like Nacho Libre

Secretly, I hope she realizes how much she means to me. 

And since we're throwing out secrets here I might as well admit that I've been listening to songs from "Barbie the Princess and the Pauper" (well only one song) over and over again. Haters will hate, I will never grow up. 

Everyday

Around here I'm reading everyday.

My reading list?

Sunday: The Liahona Legacies/Tina Monson

Monday: I'd Tell You I Love You but Then I'd Have to Kill You/Ally Carter

Tuesday: The Lightning Thief/Rick Riordan 

Wednesday: Ella Enchanted/Gail Carson Levine

Thursday: Ender's Game/Orson Scott Card

Friday: The Bad Beginning/Lemony Snicket

Saturday: Frindle/Andrew Clements

Happy Reading.

We dance in the rain in outfits right out of the seventies. We listen to Billy Joel and Imagine Dragons and let our hair be natural. We stare at the clouds and see dinosaurs and hearts. We eat popsicles and watch the Lorax.

We go hiking and walk up the river. We jump into the waterfall, we run from the bees. We jump into the lake with our clothes on. We float on tubes and chase after baby ducks. We go to get curtsey cones and can't come back because you insult the chef.

We ride to the store and buy Gelato. We bribe my sister to take us to the movies. We sneak spoons past the employees and eat our icecream right there in the movie.

We ride our bikes to the PG pool. We see old friends and people we didn't want to see. We race down the slides and you beat me every time. We yell at idiots and spy from the hot tub. We buy water bottles and ignore the drinking fountain. We got lost on the way up but back is fast.

We go to your house and steal your otterpops. We eat homemade popcorn and talk about babies. We drive home and take the long way. We talk about life and fears and all the things we don't understand. I get sleepy and wish I knew the right words to say. You tell me it doesn't matter. You just wanted to talk.

I find it hard to post in the summer. Each day something happens to blog about but in the summer I stop caring about showing the world that I lived. I start caring a little more about the actual living.

Fortune Favors the Brave

Summer so far has been great fantastic perfect

Last week I took a creative writing class and learned that 9:00 is too early for me to write. 

This month in June I learned that adventure is not hard to find. 

I've gone hiking, swimming, camping, biking. 

I've hung out with family, and friends. 

July is promising to be even better. 

What a great invention summer was. 

5 stars for that one. 

Wasting away on a beautiful day

All I have to show for this day is 4 watched Harry Potter movies, 

3 empty bowls of candy,

4 homemade lemonade popsicles,

and an embroidered t-shirt. 

They say "time you enjoyed wasting was not wasted"

I believe that's true. 

What a great day.