happy halloween

love,

the tourist,

and the christmas present.

because who says that fish can't dress up for halloween? 

fish are friends

meet kronk.

he's new. 

he plays dead like a mad man.

he is the least camera shy little fish of my entire life. when i have my camera out he seeks it.

he just likes it. 

his mouth moves faster then mine.

he feels self conscious when people watch him eat.

he has brown splotches on his fins that i adore.

i don't love him any less then i loved pig.

i just love him differently.

its what i imagine loving different children would be like. 

the lack of a fish in my pickle jar is unsettling.
i think i'm ready for a new best friend.

hairitis:

the lack of ever wanting to do your hair.

i suffer. 

the language.

once, i was reading this kids blog, and i was convinced that his title wasn't english.
but it was.
once, i was taking the ACT and one of the options was something like, "Also, there was a dog."
the only important part is that also was at the beginning of the sentence. i picked it.
i even filled in the little bubble on my answer sheet.
no worries.
my mistake was caught in time.
something is not right up in here.
also, by up in here i mean my head.
if you didn't know.

Also, i am craving a road trip.

if you're interested. 

100%

i'm 100% ready to get my hands on a copy of the tenth season of smallville.
i'm addicted.
if anyone would be so kind, i would love you forever.
the end.
also, i love clark kent.
thats the real end.

post script

Dear you.

i hate that things have changed, but you pretend that they haven't

its not okay with me.

love, me.

Dear you.

i miss carpool.

dancing in the parking lot isn't as fun when you're all by yourself.

love, me.

Dear you.

lets pretend we're riding on a kite.

and that kite is taking us two months into the future when you're no longer stuck in that place.

and we can watch that show all day long.

love, me.

Dear you.

i'm confused.

thats all.

love, me.

Dear you.

i'm sorry about coughing in your face.

i really don't know what was wrong with me today.

love, me.

Dear you.

get some viking pride. 

if you need, you can borrow some of mine. i've got enough to go around.

love, me.

Dear you. 

once i saw you driving in your car, 

and i didn't realize it was you until i was out of waving range.

(also, you is sadie.)

love, me.

Dear you.

thank you for letting me draw all over your arm.

and thank you for drawing all over my hand.

probably i won't be switching.

love me.

Dear me.

it's disgusting how much time you've been spending on facebook.

its called self control.

maybe you should get some.

love, me. 

the conference or something

 we went to a conference. it was interesting.

she spilled. its fine.

the, "hitler was your first kiss" face. sadie might have liked it. we don't really know.

stealing us some cookies.

if you look real closely you can see the oreo that was placed on the cookie plate by us.

she just grew that.

Los hormonos?

Madi takes notes.

sadie plays speed anatomy.

haley colors. i take pictures. we are a good team.

if i need a blood transplant, this is proof that sadie can give me all her blood.

we had to do it.

this is their "punch cammie in the face" face.

we classily sit on a bench.

 black mail pictures to come.

proof that heavenly father has a sense of humor

here and here.
It's where it all began.
utah state was my school. i wanted so badly to go to utah state, where its cold 300 days out of the year, and my program wasn't offered, where i would need to walk everywhere worrying if my feet would freeze.
i was planning on it.
a few weeks ago, i had my semiannual bishops interview.
i was asked of my college plans, to which i answered, without hesitation, utah state.
and out of nowhere, my bishop told me that he knew the presidents son of dixie.
dixie state college.
where its warm 300 days of the year, and where my program is offered, and where i could walk everywhere without worrying if my feet would freeze.
i didn't care about this. utah state was my school.
but at that moment, heavenly father decided to spring something on me that i was not ready for.
ladies and gentlemen, i have been told to go to dixie state college.
and i'm doing it.
also, once when i was still planning on utah state, i bought a trench coat for more money i have ever spent on one piece of clothing thinking it was a good purchase because i could wear it up at college, and then i was told i was going to live in St. George. if that isn't proof that heavenly father has a sense of humor, i don't know what is. 

who can narrow it down?

:::[write seven random things about yourself, then have everyone else follow the trend]:::

because amberly told me to.

1. I know all about harry potter. its an obession. possibly i have every single book memorized. it's no secret that i listen to jim dale read those lovely words as i sleep. don't quiz me on my potter. i will beat you every time. 

2. for the longest time my fish pigwidgeon was my best friend. also, he was named after ron weasley's owl in harry potter. 

3. i have the hardest time concentrating for long periods of time. my mother calls it A.D.D. i get it from my dad. 

4. i think texting is a bother. often i will receive a text and just not reply. its strange i know. what teenager hates texting?

5. after years of planning on utah state, dixie has become my school of choice. a post full of explanations is in the making. 

6. i own every season of gilmore girls and friends. also, i watch them both way to much.

7. i have gotten into this strange habit of beginning my sentences with also. i'm not sure what caused it. it just happened. 

now its your turn.

haley, lindsey, julie, kendall, erin, and madi. 

let us in on the secret.

my favorite part about blog stalking is that you get to know someone you otherwise wouldn't have.
its amazing how much you get to know someone by reading their words.
i love it.

i want to shout it from the mountian

today has been the best day of my life.
once i was in a math class that is particularly hard for me, because clearly i am not a person who loves math. and once in that particularly hard (for me) math class, we took a test.
and i nearly cried because i studied so hard.
and i got a good luck sticker that said A+,
but after i took that test in that particularly hard (for me) math class, i started to doubt my mathing abilities, because based on previous test scores, math isn't my cup of tea.
and who thinks that "getting your test back in math" day is the worst day?
because i do.
and because today was, "get your test back in math" day, i thought it would suck.
but then i got my scores back.
and basically i peed my pants from joy.
ladies and gentlemen, this day is the best day of my life.

this is the best test score i have ever received.
its been a, "dance down the hall because you killed your math test" kind of a day.

its how it is

i listen to in the heights while i do math homework.
i listen to aida while i mow the lawn.
i listen to miss saigon while i do my hair.
i listen to shrek while i sleep.
i listen to little women while i'm on the computer.
i listen to south pacific and guys and dolls while i color my anatomy homework.
i listen to evita while i drive at night.
its fine.
shown tunes are my life.

what just happened?

I don't know.

pardon my language

the week from hell.
the weekend from heaven.
general conference is the very best.