What Should We Do?

"this will be cute"

"is that cutting off your circulation?"

"the lipless monster"

"wait, let's do it again"

"she always covers her face in photos"

"i don't even know what he would do"

"hahahah"

"look at your chin"

"gang signs?"

"i like this one"

"ok"

"half the face!"

"let's do a hipster crop"

"i'm not ready"

"i guess"

(totally just barely saw Linds is flipping the camera off)

"third time's a charm"

"faceless"

"interaction"

"i can't believe we're doing this"

Photobooth photos really did just appear here.
I apologize. I simply don't have any on my camera.
Pear haps tomorrow will be better?

It rained last night. So, that's something that happened. JC texted me. Yay for human interaction with cool people. I quite like sitting in cars when it's raining. Oh, and I got killed in Assassin. Ate a veggie burger. Made some cookies. Lied straight up to Reed and said they were homemade. I bought them in a Pillsbury roll.

I'm missing my Book of Mormon class for the third time in a row right now. I need my old alarm. These phone alarms are simply too easy to turn of or sleep through. Plus, it doesn't help that I have zero motivation to go. Terrible student award right here.

In other news, I miss Trixie.

XOXO
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(enter Chopin's Nocturne (3) Op 9. here)

Somewhere

+eating
+organizing pennies in every way possible for an hour and a half
+movie hopping

Well, my life is falling apart. How you may ask?

1.) Sold my iPhone and forgot to get all my stuff off of it
2.) Have to wait until Thursday to get a new one
3.) Can't access my voicemail
4.) Spent Friday and Saturday fixing my bike, only to not be able to get it into my car. Therefore, I will not even have it until later, so this weekend has been wasted.

It sucks, but I will manage. There are worse things happening in the world. On the bright side...

1.) I have Photoshop now.
2.) My bike is finished.
3.) I got all my packages.
4.) Starbuck's called me for an interview.

It would not be my preference to work in American Fork... but I might not have a choice! We will see my friends, we will see.

XOXO
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E

can't help lookin' back

+a sleepy campus, excuse the grain

I called some boys rapists today. 

It didn't go over too well. 

Like, it's my fault or something? We are the ones getting raped. I think we deserve a little lenience. 

Ok, if we are being honest, it was more like this:
"Well, I'm going to go. I'm not a fan of walking home in the dark and possibly being raped."
"Oh, did you get a rape whistle on your pillow?"
"Yeah, I have two."
"Lucky! We didn't get any!"
"It's because you're the potential rapists!"

Get over it males. You are rapists. That's that.
Hasty generalization? Yes, most definitely. But, it doesn't matter. Rape is rape and grapes are grapes. There's no getting around those facts.

Clearly, it is 12:52 AM and my mind is no longer functioning.

XOXO
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Meet A

There's really not much else to say.

they will see us

I think it's those people who jump on every band wagon available.

Hey, let's go thrifting and buy some cat sweaters and afterwards drink coffee and talk about how sad we are and take photos at Starbuck's so we can show everyone that we are rebelling against mormon culture and drinking coffee. Oh, and I hate this song. I liked The Naked and Famous way before they were on the radio, but ever since they've gained commercial success I've become less of a fan because they're turning into sellouts. Oh, and let's discuss politics,  because I have a really strong opinion and whatever you say opposing my view is wrong. By the way, have you read this book? Yeah? Me either. I just like to instagram it and pretend like I read, when in reality I spend my free time stalking other people's lives on Facebook so I can make sure I'm following all the current trends like the perfect little robot.

Ok. Maybe that was harsh. But, seriously. I have absolutely no problem with people who do the aforementioned things. But, only if they are doing them for themselves, not because it's "trendy". Same goes for boys who try to pretend like they are super into sports. YOU'RE NOT INTO SPORTS. YOU LIKE READING GET OVER IT.

Vise versa too. I mean, if a guy is sport, then be sporty! Don't try to be all intellectual if it's not what you're interested in. 

And girls. Girls, girls, girls, girls. Stop trying to make everyone like you. I mean, those who want you, will come to you. You don't need to pretend to understand baseball or have a vast knowledge of World of Warcraft. Go shopping or go play volleyball or whatever else it is that YOU ARE ACTUALLY INTERESTED IN. Being fake is a no bueno situation.

It's just sad that the world puts so much pressure on people that they feel the need to change who they are. I know it's cliche, but people's quirks are what makes them interesting humans. You can't be original by being like someone else, so don't try to begin with! Everyone has their qualities, and in my opinion, everyone needs to embrace them instead of shutting them up in the closet.

People want to know who we are and what we're passionate about. Not who we're trying to be.



XOXO
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real life: a night of terrible decisions

The first woodland creature of the night. Followed by a raccoon, deer, fox, cow, and dog. Oh, and a demon. For reals.

"Quick, a car is coming"

"It's probably a killer"

Yay for friends

"We're so cute"

The only friend in Midway

Result of trekking it out in the mountain

Oh hey. We just took a five hour road trip and are back to hide a beverage.

Ok. So, Friday night:
My friend and I go to Wal-Mart.
"Should we go do it or drive for a bit?"
"Let's just drive up the canyon a ways"

(twenty minutes later)
"Should I turn left or right?"
"Right."

(ten minutes later)
"Should I turn left or right?"
"Left."

(thirty minutes later)
"We are on a dirt road."

(ten minutes later)
"I'm scared."

(ten minutes later)
"We're almost out of gas."

(ten minutes later)
"We are still in the mountain."

(ten minutes later)
"We are going to die."
(insert freak out from my friend)

(fifteen minutes later)
"I see lights."
"I'm excited to see what city we're in."

(twenty minutes later)
"Yay! We are in Midway!"

(ten minutes later)
(fill up with gas)
(keep driving)

"Oh hey, look, a freeway sign. Should we take it or go on to Woodland? It says it's in ten miles."
"Let's go to Woodland. That sounds fun."

(thirty minutes later)
"We are in a mountain again. I hate everything."
"We are going to die."
"I am going to be late for work."
"We should have turned around."
"We are idiots."
"Where in the world are we? Literally? Is this Kansas?"
"Kamas. We passed Woodland. Hey, Duchesne is in 72 miles."
"Let's just get to Hanna and then we will turn around."

(fifteen minutes later)
"This road is never ending."
"*$%!@&!!!!! I almost hit that fox!!!!!"

(twenty minutes later)
(1:13 a.m.)
(a figure on to our right)
(a woman standing by her mailbox)
(facing us)
(not moving)

"OH MY GOSH. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!!?!?!"
"WE JUST SAW A DEMON. THAT WAS A DEMON."
"WHY WAS THAT LADY OUTSIDE?! WHAT WAS SHE DOING?! IT WAS A GHOST!"
"I'M SO SCARED. MY HEART IS BEATING SO FAST."
"I'M GOING TO PEE MY PANTS."
"I DON'T LIKE THIS."

(thirty minutes later)
"CELL PHONE SERVICE. PULL OVER."
"Ok. We are in the Uinta forest. Take a right and get to UT 40. It will take us back to Heber."

(4:00 a.m.)
"Good thing our neighborhood cruise just turned into a five hour road trip to the middle of nowhere."







And that's what I did with my Friday night.
Oh, and Honeycutt laid on my legs. Progress.
Oh, and over the duration of the hangout sesh and spontaneous-accidental road trip, I ate two pieces of cheese pizza, three breadsticks, three cinnamon breadsticks, and 1 liter of Dr. Pepper. Basically I'm a teenage boy.

I'm never planning a slumber party again, because three people ditch out and me and my friend end up driving to the Uintas. LOL CATZ. I don't know if stranger things happened over the summer. 

XOXO
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the cat of s.s.

the "inquisitive"

the "non-cat-photo"

the "just-out-of-reach"

the "effort"

the "hang-in-there"

the "sneak"

the "sneak II"

the "growing up"

the "taking flight"

Oh, hello there.

Nothing much going on here, other than some photos of a friend's feline friend (alliteration? ya?).

There is clearly nothing else to address here, other than:

S.S., you are great.

XOXO
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