Time to Move On

Today I wore a V neck t shirt and cut off shorts to school. Today I was hot after riding my scooter back to the Institute Building. Today it was 89 degrees. TODAY IS NOVEMBER STINKIN' 5TH!!! So I lean my head back and yell into the unfeeling Arizona sky, asking, "WHERE IS FALL?!!!??"

I love Arizona. I love the people, I love the atmosphere, there's diversity throughout the regions, it's relatively safe from natural disasters, and all my family is here. It's great. But man. It is just so darn hot. All the time. This is my favorite time of year. I love the fall, I love feeling the crisp fall feeling, the colors, it's just amazing what it does for your soul. I love the baking, the cleaning, the decorating the stress mixed with the relief when everything turns out like it should. But I feel like I'm being robbed. It's been summer for a good 9 months now. I'm ready to put on some long sleeved shirts, turn into a rudolph on my way to class, walk into a house with a fire burning and hot chocolate on the stove. I'm ready to have 3 blankets on my bed and not leave the fan on all night. I want to see the trees change colors in October, not January. Everything about the seasons here is so anticlimactic. Winter and spring don't exist. Summer lasts 9-10 months out of the year, and fall begins in January and ends in February. What in the world. It could be worse, I know. But part of the human experience is being a part of this amazing system of seasons that we have. And I think living in Arizona robs that from us sometimes. And so, here's to hoping that things start taking a cold turn sometime soon. Here's to hoping Thanksgiving isn't cut off's and V neck weather. Here's to hoping we have a chilly Christmas. Here's to hoping that Arizona lets go of summer and turns to winter. Out with the old, in with the new. Amen.

Vanished

The unthinkable has happened.

I... deactivated my facebook account.

SUPER GASP!!!!??!!? And I feel like I don't exist anymore. People won't be able to get a hold of me, I'll be a social outcast forever!! AHG WHAT HAVE I DONE!?!?

I keep thinking of things I'd like to put as my status, but now I can't. Weird. So you may see a bunch of "status-like" blog posts. Just so I can get them out of my system. Coping methods. Agh.

Eye Stayed Home

So what this saturday consisted of:

Waking up, Jester'Z class, work, making dinner, sitting at home with Gavin while EVERYONE ELSE in the family went out on a Saturday night. What is the problem?

IM IN STINKIN COLLEGE!

Why am I the one at home when I'm 18? (almost 19...) Isn't college life supposed to be all fun and exciting and junk? I guess my life is sometimes. But there are definitely times when I'm just tired and sitting at home. Weird. Mace is at a party. Kody's at a corn maze. Mom and Dad went to a stand up comedy show. Dallin was at night games. So I drew this

Eye Call It

I guess my night was productive after all. And drawing is edifying. So I win.

MUSTACHIO!

Alright. The new fashion trend in young men, ages ranging from 19-26 is this thing called the mustache. here's what I have to say about it.

Mustache:
10% the 70's,
90% pedophile.

case in point.

Think. Feel. Speak.

So I just updated my facebook status to something that Boyd K Packer said in this last General Conference. And as soon as I posted it, I thought to myself, "I wonder what kind of feedback I'm going to get because of this."
Personally, I admire the boldness with which Elder Packer spoke. Many of us feel strongly about the subjects that are in heated debate right now, but when we share our feelings with those who feel differently, we soften our opinion. We give disclaimers and back down, presenting our side of the argument with words like, "well..." and "just because..." and "my church believes...". But why should we? Why do we?
Just as others have the right to speak out for "tolerance," we also have the right to demand "tolerance" for our point of view. We have the right to skip all the disclaimers and excuses and say, "This is what I believe." Done. Sealed and sent. You have core values. Make decisions when you vote that reflect those core values. If you believe people should live as you strive to live, do not help pass laws that would allow them to do otherwise. It is an ultimate disservice to sit idly let your fellow men live in sin. There is a distinct difference between right and wrong. We know this because we see the blessings and the joy that comes when we live the commandments.
Ok I'm getting preachy so I'll stop. But I just wanted to let this blog know that as time goes by, people are going to get angrier and angrier at people who try to stand up for what is right. So the question is, are  we going to have the courage to speak out for what is right? Or will our opinion be smothered by those who threaten us?
Because, after all: "Those who stand for nothing, fall for anything." - Alexander Hamilton

Satan Bacteria, Be Gone!

Well I was having the junkiest day of my life yesterday, I've been in a pretty bad funk for a while. (which is weird cuz i never have funks.) What happened was my first class of the day, English For Dummies (aka 102) was absolutely terrible. Our teacher had us read this essay that had some Green Day lyrics with the F word in it and she said the was semi disappointed that the student who was reading it out loud didn't read that word because that's like her shot of caffeine in the morning.... uhhh ok? And then she had us watch two Chris Rock stand up clips about two horrible subjects, and not only were the topics about vulgar words, but Chris so conveniently laced them with other words, totally not necessary and seriously, I came out of that room feeling like someone had dumped an entire port-o-potty on my soul. And although that image is a bit funny to think about, the way I felt was anything but funny. And with that weighing on my mind, and with so many other things that contribute to my funk, yesterday was just a weird and not that pleasant day. So later I went to a volleyball game with my mom and sister, and while I was there, I had no energy. The gym was loud, the music annoying, I had no motivation to really cheer at all. And then I got a text from Weston Hollis.

I've just gotta say how much that kid can turn a life around. As soon as he texted me, (something really nice and cute and awesome and yeah) seriously, it was like this whole weight was removed off of me, my posture changed, Mom and Macey could both tell and said something about it. And I didn't even deny it, I felt so much better, and it was because of him. So what the moral of this story is, is that Weston is my favorite ever, and a huge life saver, and also, if you ever feel like you need to text or call or talk to someone, do it. Because you never know how much they really might need it. Because especially if they go to ASU, their soul might be swimming in an entire sewer. Lets be happy. Together.

The Music's in You

Sometimes I feel really musicmoody. Like I'm having too much drama in my life, (which for me is any drama) and so I turn to music to tell me about all of its problems, and in turn I'm like, yes. That's exactly how I feel. THANK YOU. And it's almost like I'm part of a movie, starring me, I'm walking home in the rain, and Ashes and Wine is playing in the background. Music makes me more than I am just by myself. It's comforting, sometimes it sympathizes, sometimes it tells me to get up and do something, sometimes it makes me cry, sometimes I dance around like an idiot because we all succumb to the messages the music gives us. Just another reason to be choosy about what we listen to.

I dunno. I like it.

THE LIST

Add my dear friend KAT FRANCIS to the engaged to be married list. TO MYLES TURK!!! so happy for them. Life's great. Let's go!

Freak Accomplishment

I just did something so cool, that only two people saw.
We were trying to get a dodgeball into a basketball hoop with either our feet or heads for like 40 mins after FHE tonight at the Hiatts. And then more than half of the group bailed so it was three of us left. We were floppin around with it, not making much progress and then... it was like time slowed down. Derek set me up with the perfect opportunity, the stars aligned, Hercules overcame death, and i head-butted that dodge ball into a perfect arch, and it sank. Right into the net, with the satisfying swoosh followed by me yelling "WOAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" as I ran a victory sprint over to the bishop and his talking-posse. I was elated. Ecstatic. EXXREMELY HAPPY, dos equis for affect. I was proudful of my small accomplishment.
I just did something so cool, that only two people saw. But two people is two more than zero, so I'll take it. Boo ya. Thank you, Universe.