ode to my best friend.

this picture describes us perfectly.

dear amberly.

i like the way you make me laugh,

and all our inside jokes,

i like it when you buy me things,

like weding rings and cokes.

i like it when we talk about things

that no one understands,

and when we laugh at stupid thigs

and you try to hold my hand.

i like it when we act like,

we are just two years old,

and when we crochet blankets,

for when it gets to cold.

i cry when you are sad,

and i want to make it right,

to protect you from whats bad,

and hold you through the night.

i hate that you are leaving,

it nearly breaks my heart.

but even though you'll be miles away,

you'll still be my best friend.

good news.
i am a creeper.
i creepily stalk cool peoples blogs.
and, good news.
sometimes the people who's blogs i stalk end up in some of my classes.
goal: say hi to jessie who i find so overwhelmingly cool. currently in one, mabey two of my classes. (you can never be really sure about seminary)
good news.
i think i got "the look" from some people today.
you know the one.
well, its the look i give to the people who's blogs i stalk.

bad news.
my physics class is currently in the act of sucking.
i already have homework and there is not one person i know in it.
and i sucked it up on a practice test. i'm hoping that she just counts it as participation.
and there was a kid who looked exactly like golden in my class. not even a joke. he even had the weird shirt and everything. i'm not sure how i feel about that.

oh, and, as a side note, i would throw all of the little sophmores out onto there little behinds so that the old seniors could come back, because, let me tell you, i miss them. they were a good bunch of kids. and they rocked. and the sophmores, well, they just... aren't cool. (a line stolen proudly from nancy drew.)
as a side note of this side note, there are several sophmores that i would gladly keep. such as lacey, zoe, bronson, and bridger.
its sad that i only like four sophmores. maybe they will go back to the jr. high were they belong and stop clogging up ALL the halls.
and amberly,
i miss you most dearly.
the school is empty without you, and chamber chior is weird.

summer.
summer means late nights and later mornings.
summer means chipped nail polish and braided har.
summer means no makeup, and hemp bracletes.
summer means week long saturdays, and nancy drew games.
summer means bucket lists and pool parties.
summer means hotdogs and smores.
summer means floating provo river, and talking about nothing.
summer means basketball shorts and spray painted t-shirts.
summer means tanlines and popsicles.
summer means caloused feet and sidewalk chalk.
summer means first dates and pointless movies.
summer means freedom.
to bad school starts in four days.
good grief.
if only summer could last forever.

a while ago,
a long while ago,
me and janna went to this little river type thing by the temple, and i took her picture.
i have a cannon rebel that takes film, and i would use it more if i didn't have to pay to get them developed. well, i took these with my film taking camera, and just got around to putting them onto the computer.
and i was greated with these beauties.

i dont pretened to be a good photographer. but i enjoy taking pictures.
and i like to think that some of them look good.
and i think this one looks good.

sometimes i have dreams that my mom wont let me go to disneyland and i wake up crying.
oh how i miss that place.

and then there were two.

let me ask you something.
if you could travel through peoples dreams, what would your totem be?
for me it would probably have to be my ctr ring.
or, something else.
all i can really think about is a top.
i know. how unoriginal.

i just wanted it to fall.