July 2010
21 posts
Once,
I drew a picture in my head and put your face on it
I opened your head and poured in what I wanted
I took your hands and made a world we could live in
And I did…when I thought we were
Together
Yesterday,
I went to that world and listened
to a laugh. Your songs. Our breathing
the ticking of your bike.
the sound of our voices.
And among the noise I saw a picture
that I...
so many shows so little time
why aren’t I 21? Why have I ALWAYS BEEN TOO YOUNG FOR EVERYTHING MY WHOLE LIFE
let me explain. I started kindergarden when I was 4. Thanks mom. And Connecticut, you’re retarted.
I had to wait to get my permit until Junior year
Meaning I didn’t get my license until SENIOR YEAR.
Did I go to dances BEFORE the age of 16? Oh for shame!
I distintly remember sitting at my...
It’s never been so clear.
And it’s never felt so good.
Westwood
Nothing hurts my heart more than this
I was just walking down main yesterday when I saw this…and like a blubbering idiot started tearing up.
ok i cried.
So many memories inside that theatre…so many shows, friends, happiness, dreams of performing in there - performing anywhere.
Now it’s just a box.
But it’s just another change.
You have to roll with the punches
...
“All I remember was leaving.
That is the fondest
memory I have of you.”
Joe Horkley
Horkley’s is the most fancifal place on this planet.
Or at least Rexburg.
Horkley’s is a wonderous place full of treats, energy drinks, a sub-par selection of movies, and this.
DDP
aka. Diet Dr. Pepper.
This is what makes me tic.
Okay, so I try not to go everyday. So, I go every other…Don’t judge me.
If you have a problem…Ask Michael Wayne Whitt....
Eliza R. Snow
ohhhh Eliza.
Whenever you feel like you’re having a bad day, look up at the sky and exclaim OHHH ELLIZZAAA and all the sudden…everything’s so much better! Do not ask to me to explain this phenomenon.
Eliza R. Snow is some dead woman who was some sort of musician…or something, and so BYU-Idaho named the music building after her.
Eliza R. Snow must have been one...
This is how it works.
You peer inside yourself. You take the things you like.
And try to love the things you took.
And then you take that love you made.
And stick it into some. Someone else’s
heart. Pumping someone else’s blood.
This picture is taken before the 20 mile trudge accross dirty sperm infested waters, burning hot sand and Vietnam.
Yeah Yeaaaahh hot weather! swim suits! slip and slides! free BBQ! new people!!!
Wait…Where did that four wheeler go? Why did it take those other girls and not us? Why are we walking for an hour straight? Why are my feet burning off? Why are there creatures mutating in the...
I love when...
I’m running at the gym and Rage comes on my ipod
It’s Thursday..because it is the best day
The sun is burning my translucent skin
I’m in between dreaming and reality
I’m eating a popsicle outside
My internet is working and I don’t have to go to the school library to get my fill
I don’t have plans
My calculator watch beeps at 12:35 everyday for no apparent...
“All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses...”
– T.E. Lawrence
oh em gee
this weekend was HIP
so nice
amazing
perfect
girly
with some boys..
mainly amazing.
provo…you are hot.
i want this.
i’ll have more to report shortly. love you.
