summer 2013

things to do this summer: 

{GOALS}

{} save $700.00 this summer NOT including books 

{} go to lake powell 

{} eat out only once a week 

{} hit the gym at least 4 times a week 

{} blog more often 

{} make a budget and keep it

{} keep petunia clean 

{} buy new clothes 

{} get eyelashes 

{} write all my missionaries
[ellie eyestone, megan runnells, kelsey carlson, mark dawson, and austin snow] 

{} run a race 

{} go camping

{} movie up the canyon 

{} learn to make dinner 

{} refriend my old friends
{} go to kelsey's farewell
{} donate plasma
{} hike once a week
{} run to bums beach
{} seriously look into a car loan
{} keep my room clean
{} redecorate my room
{} go to a summer concert
{} take biotin every day
{} no soda for the rest of summer
{} learn to make spoon rings
{} take pictures
{} try a new snow cone place
{} go to sunday silly
{} avoid [more] exhaust burns

let me ask you something..

I want you to tell me about every person you've ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn't think you'd live through. Tell me what the word "home" means to you and tell me in  a way that i'll know your mother's name just by the way you describe your bedroom when you were eight. See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in bellies of snow? And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms? Or would you leave the snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree? An if you would, would you notice how the tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the cheek? Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you sleep beside them when they're sad, even if it makes your lover mad? Do you think anger is a sincere emotion of just the timid of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain? See, I wanna know what you think of your first name. And if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother's joy when she spoke it for the first time. I want you to tell me all the ways you've been unkind. Tell me all the ways you're cruel. See I wanna know more than what you do for a living. I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving. And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed sometimes through other people's wounds. 

welcome back

i've got this boy. and he's great. 

he's so great that when we play, it's just us two. 

we're not actively trying to impress one another, we flow. 

it's raw and real and i wouldn't change a thing.

it's comfortable. it's home.

a few weeks ago this boy came up to me at the gym. he was nice and asked for my phone number. so i naturally tried to sneak out before i gave it to him because sometimes i'm THAT girl. the girl who won't tell you she isn't interested up front because she doesn't want to hurt your feelings. he caught me at my car and my phone number he got. 

today he asked me to go to dinner. after i had told him i was dating someone else. yogurt and coffee is okay, dinner i feel obligated to sit next to you and possibly be forced into holding your hand. no thank you. so we opted for yogurtland and the best friend came along. 

had it not been for her, we would have sat there in awkward silence. we have nothing in common. and it might be the boy's fault. i've gotten so comfortable with him, i forgot a little how you're supposed to act with normal boys..

all in all, he forgot his wallet, i had mine.

we had nothing in common, 

he's a fair weather Utah fan, 

and wears football jerseys during off season.  

i could not be more happy with my very own boy. this confirmed that  i picked a winner.