Alyssa, Lauren, and anybody else that would appreciate this. . .
This is for YOU.

I should be kept in a bubble

It all started out nicely.
A simple power walk during my physical education class.
The crisp breeze would blow my hair in my face as me and my friends chatted and walked like old ladies in ceder hills.
I still don't know how the whole class stepped through that hose without harming themselves. But then again, I guess that's what makes me unique.
somehow, my feet got tangled in the death trap as I walked through it, suddenly, I had no control over what my body was doing, and I fell on my knees and hands.
ouch.
Now i have a scraped knee and bruised palms.

I really don't know how I do it.
Just a few weeks ago I cut my foot on my grandpa's ottoman.
I got a blister on my foot from running.
I keep running into door frames.
Stepping into holes.
And stubbing my toes at least once a day.
. . . And who knows what is to come in the next week.

It's amazing I haven't ever broken a bone.

Would this convince you?

Dear Adam Young,

The fist time I heard your soft techno beat exploding from my sisters room, I knew there was something missing in my music collection.

I’ve always liked unique music, so when I first listened to the smooth electric sound, I fell in love. I realized that I have finally found my band. The band that I can sing all the words to all of the songs. The band that I count down the days until the next album. The band that I tell my friends about. The band I buy ringtones for my phone with. Your band. Owl City.

I could sit here and tell you how unique and amazing your music is all day, but the purpose of this letter is not to flatter you. I’m writing this to explain to you my bafflement when I realized the next concert you are performing near me was occurring on a Sunday night. You see, my religion does not permit me to go to concerts on Sunday, therefore I cannot attend. When I found out that this event was on a Sunday, I was distraught. I kept checking the website hoping the date would be changed because not many performers hold concerts in Utah on a Sunday because of our infamous Mormon majority.

I have been letdown and hope that the next time you visit Northern Utah, you choose a different day of the week.

Your still devoted Owl City admirer,

Holly Sparks

Swing Life Away

Rise Against

stress free

I am stress free.

& in school.
I haven't felt like this since ELEMENTARY school.
& it feels so nice.

[[. . . all i need is a hammock. . .]]

home to the coming

I'm not a good dancer.

I'm not good with heels.
I'm not a picture person.

But I loved it.

Homecoming '09

To Do Lists

sometimes to do lists can be wonderful. . .
only when you actually complete them though.

I made a big list of stuff i wanted to get done this wonderful Labor Day weekend..
but {nothing} even got done.

This idea was very well thought out because my friends decided to abandon me this weekend anyway. . . so i figured this list was do-able.

instead i still have
a dirty inside car.
a dirty room.
dirty laundry.
paint on my car windows.
math homework.
english homework.
an unquilted quilt.
to finish putting together my dress.

I would probably call that . . .

[un]-[success]-[ful]

Room 222

There is just something about that Biology room. . .
I hate Science.
I hate Bugs.
I hate dead animals.
... what could it be?

Recently i dropped my AP Art class.
and put TA in its place.

Last year, after Alexis died, i dropped TA because i just felt like i couldn't go back in there without her yet.
But it felt nice going back today.
Looking around the room and remembering so many memories.

I know what it is... It is the familiar feeling i get every time i walk into that room.

I won something!

this NEVER happens to me..
but it happened.

i won a cute little bag... check it
Lady Danburry