CABOOO CHRISTMAS

Sundays

What are Sundays dedicated to? Spirituality and religion, or just a sanction of peace for yourself. I've watched so many hours of tv this weekend I think my brain has turned to mush. I really don't want the coming week to arrive but it has to anyway, uummm well boyfriends boyfriends why do we date them?

I'm tired wisdom teeth out. love

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Why Georgia? Blaah

I think I have eased almost too easily into summer. The end of my first year was less than climactic, my finals were arranged a week before everyone else's so our schedules were staggered so inconveniently I was studying a week early, only to be left alone for the week following while everyone was buried in their textbooks. I didn't get to say goodbye to half of my very good friends but at the same time I feel like we were all having a bit of cabin fever and the only cure was home. The Alaska boys will be back in early August so I am looking very forward to that!

Park City is boring. My days have turned into a blur of weeks spending it on my bike and at the gym. I don't really feel compelled to see my friends who are coming home either- as terrible as it is to say. But we all go through our phases don't we? At any rate, the best thing I can be doing for myself now is to find a job and to continue enjoying the amazing weather. Mate, Mia, E, and I went on a hike, which started out amazing and ended sourly. In the events of taking a few photographs at the summit of Parley's, Emmett dropped my $400 camera, then I proceeded to walk a few feet away when I felt something dripping down my leg only to notice Mate was taking a piss. Then I took a tumble down a rock face and landed straight on my bum. Sensational. The evening did not end well either but we're going to concentrate on the good in life, not the miserable. At any rate, here are the remnants from our hike...

ummm hahaha

Double double date date

For the pain, we gain

Benny and I stopped by Surface Headquarters to catch up/spend the day with Rob and Mike (quite possibly the two coolest guys ever to front a company). We've been suffering perennial injuries for the like of us, and were wonderfully cheered up by the regular banter in their office. I don't remember seeing so many different people come through a business, all smiling and with good response to their products. GO SURFACE!

Promote Promote Promote Promote.

Viva le Surface
Its so hard to come back down to reality, I'm just struggling to see the effort that I started off the semester with.

- set a new background, Louis Vuitton
- got two new hats, 5 new shirts
- smiled way too much for one day
- haha just kidding
- POW DAY WEDNESDAY



love em. support em. live em.

I Could,

listen to Fillmoe all night. I could keep it on repeat so the 1 minute 33 second song lasts for. e.ver. I could continue to do this mountainous pile of work in front of me, or read the eighteenpagedidacticpieceofmonotonous manuscript that is taunting me. I'll just hurtle the damn thing. "Advertising's Fifteen Basic Appeals." OHHH YEAH!!!!!!! CAPSLOCK!!!!!

I read somewhere that a lot of people have been having the best times of their lives. I'm having mine, but not as like KUNGPOW BAM CHIKA CHIKA YEAAAH. I'm envious, I feel like I'm a beat that's getting lost in the drone of life right now.

Or maybe its just school. That's totally it.

And tonight! We have a special guest appearance from, none other than JUSTIN BOBBY himself!!!

Don't Go Out Tonight

Sundance goers are really cramping my comfort zone.

A new laptop, a new beginning! I definitely feel like I'm reading allowed my journal entry right now, something like Carrie would do on Sex and the City. Taboo is all that I recall while growing up and seeing a glimpse of it on the TV. I just got the urge to not write any more.

Early bird.

Truth be told

You can't fake I miss you, but you can be honest about it.

My life has changed forever. Everyday is the first day of the rest of my life.

Why is the grass green?

You can't fake I miss you.

Blank CD

Gee wiz, a guy sure knows how to chastise a girl's heart if the first track on a cd is the beautifully written "Claire de Lune" by Claude Debussy, the third movement of his piano suite. I was paralyzed by the first chord of this song as it idly played on my iTunes. I found my lungs and stomach in a fit of knots when I realized why this song was on this record. I'll write without sensory. I didn't want to see him, as I hadn't the previous 3 weeks. Or four, for that matter. I told him to leave it on the door step. This, seemingly "innocent" present that he was delivering was one of the most unnerving ways of getting back at me. With good reason. I didn't want to listen to it so I tossed it indolently at the coffee table hoping, by god hoping, that it would grow itself a pair of legs and walk its way to the garbage can. I promised myself to maintain an unsurmountable charisma so when the time was right; I could play the contents of the cd without a feeling of guilt or worse, sadness. Music is undoubtedly the most spectacular part of our civilization. The way we can connect a feeling, memory, smell, moment, to one song. Close your eyes and listen to that song that had you at the paramount time of your life. Euphoria is a scandalous thing. Closing my eyes now, I long to walk along the miles and miles of hedges that grow so freely in the outskirts of Oxford. Some might recall the scene in The Gladiator with Russell Crowe, as he walks to his wife and child, hands stretched in a moment of digression. Touching, ever so lightly on the fields of wheat that welcomed him home...only to realize it was a walk to the impending realization that his family had died. But what I see is luscious, juvenile green, fertile land. A place where the most lethargic cow wouldn't be reprimanded for enjoying the beauty of one blade of grass, even after consumption.

I didn't know I would be thinking differently about such irrevocable feelings. But it happens, and you'll forgive me as soon as you hear the song that made you see the beauty in someone so engaging, you can't help but reminisce the past.
The Past. It starts and ends. A second a head, a minute behind.

Dream When You're Feeling Blue

Its interesting how our feelings go straight into reconnaissance mode when entering the New Year. Our prospects soar higher than how we ever imagined the year previous. The ground that I walk used to fill me with content, but with the turn of a number, from eight to nine, flipped a terrible switch inside. I should replace that word because it's not so terrible. Just normal. And normalcy is not something I like to become familiar with. Regretting is not a forte, but I've allowed myself to slump into the low grind of talking shit and not taking blame for the stain I've put on not only my sleeve, but the people around me. There are countless things that could use readjustments.

Its easy to get carried away with I, me, and myself. They can be your best friends and yet contribute to your reclusive reputation because you can't help but put yourself in the limelight all the time. It wouldn't hurt to give the mic to somebody who actually needs it. Losing it all and regaining it back.

On a lighter note, R&B has never felt so guh-hoood.
I need a good dance this week. Another good book too.
And dream when you're feeling blue.

Creme de la Femme

Electronic sound waves are in. Emotional distressful sound bites OUT.
Happy holidays, happy people, happy memories. I am totally digging Van She right now. Its giving me an ulcer in my ear because I've been listening to them so much.
Utah Saints

I hit up 801 today in preparation for our Japanese New Years celebration. I don't feel like writing anymore. Sorry to disappoint you.

MEERRRY CHRISTMAS, HAPPY NEW YEAR

********AND DEAR ROGER,
Your jacket has made it a long way. It's become my favorite items of clothing whenever I go out and try and act like a badass. Try, my friend, is emphasized.

A lot has happened

in the time since I last wrote.
Studying my tail off.
Wii-ing my butt off.
My laptop died. Kaput. Bye bye. Dunzo. Sayonara.

Home sweet home.. 72 hours.

AAH HA HA HA HA !!

At the Library doing everything but studying
Tonight:

Boards of Canada

Its one of those days you need to play BOC on repeat.

Some photos by J, gotta run to class now.



Picture perfect.

Change and the lack there

It snowed finally, and I'm sure every blogger in the Salt Lake county is rejoicing in the juvenile thought of actual sustainable snow on the ground. I am not disappointed with the start of my week despite the hour and fifteen minute wait I had after my work out at the bus stop.
Tonight: I called A for a ride back home at the excruciatingly bitter hour and fourteen minute mark and after we hung up on the phone, 3 Red and Blue buses pulled out of nowhere. Maybe Satan's ass. But thats besides the point. I reacquainted myself with the white out that kept me company until A's summer tire wielding go-cart pulled into the parking lot to pick me up. I was famished by 830 and we decided to hit up Cafe Rio on 4th or 5th, whichever it is. Even after living here for 4 months I still can't get it right. One pork enchilada and a bowl of torilla soup. Power up! Went back home, showered, got dressed, and danned it up.

You know how forcing change is unthinkable and impossible? Well, tonight made me realize that it really is impossible and artistic people are never going to change. Even to benefit themselves. Originality is key and it won't be sacrificed if they come an inch closer to the norm. I used to be eager and expected the mutual respect, but after meeting different creatures shapes and sizes, I couldn't care less. I saw someone that I hadn't seen since I blew up at him nearly a year and a half ago. What can you do? Grow up, meet new people, date new people, forget old people. My memory bank has been reaching maximum capacity and he'd grown a distant file in the back of my mind. I don't enjoy surrounding myself with condescending fools who feel that to conceal their real inner being, they have to shoot others down// he won't change // not now, not ever // I can't help but shake my head at the similarity between him and "Justin Bobby" from The Hills. Yeah, I just made reference to an MTV show that rakes more viewers than I can believe. I hardly react when I don't get a response and I think thats the way it should have been from the start. He's a good friend, but what it used to be tore me up like the raw ingredients before making a smoothie in a blender. JB and I will run into each other in a few years, and it'll be the same as it always was. Cool, calm, way too cool, and too calm to care. I can just sit back and laugh at my naivety in the past because I was sixteen once and a dumb one at that. Naturally, he goes back east for a month. Then to California. No point in crying over spilled milk. It should be a lot easier saying bye this time.

Uh oh Spaghettio

Emmett is blaring the music on his phone. My brain will shut off if he doesn't turn it off within the next ten seconds.

This was NOT a good week.

Mia put her tennis ball on my keyboard yuugkkk !
Here comes Monday. The I will follow you into the dark bunnies are my favorite.
Then the Raving Rabbits.