when there's you

warm sun . good books . happy friends . laughing . dance . my green eyes shining again . awesome music . summer time . fake hair . ipod . going home . talking to mom . love . seven habits . naptime . fishnets . new shoes . knowing everything's working out . orange cars . the amazing housing search . clouds . acoustic guitar . earrings . my planner . sleeping . knowing what's best . freshly painted nails . root beer floats . games with friends . bananas . brianna's excitement . cookies . daydreams . meg's painting . "for you" - duncan sheik

it's not so bad

life always seems to go on, you know? you can't hang on too tightly to the things/emotions of the past because you just keep going and going and going and if you're hanging on, you're sure to fall.

other than the crazy/random/intense events of the last... week or so... life is good. it's so strange because in everything I feel like I learn more and more and more about myself. I never thought in my wildest dreams that I would turn down the first guy who wanted to marry me or that I would dance once I got to college or that someone would ask me for advice or that I would get so depressed for so long. and yet, despite all the unexpected twists and turns (both negative and positive) in the path, my life is just what I would choose it to be.

why

I have my reasons.

Reasons for why it's a yes, and reasons for why it's a no.

And there are plenty of them.

This isn't something to be taken lightly and it's something I've definitely pondered over the last several weeks. And I've made a decision and decided to run with it.

So why do I feel like such an awful person?

I didn't want to hurt anyone; I just needed to do what was right.

leave the pieces

you're not sure that you love me
but you're not sure enough to let me go
baby it ain't fair you know
to just keep me hangin round

you say you
don't wanna hurt me, don't wanna see my tears
so why are you still standing here
just watchin me drown?

and it's alright, yeah, I'll be fine
don't worry about this heart of mine
just take your love and hit the road
there's nothing you can do or say
you're gonna break my heart anyway
so just leave the pieces when you go...

the wreckers

i heart dilbert

high points of the 4th of July weekend

friday:
- hanging out with crista and tera and making cake in the microwave (yes, it works!)
- my cousin justin coming over to visit
- telling scary stories
- trying to scare brock

saturday:
- breakfast with the camping crew : ]
- hike to the top of squaw peak to watch the fireworks at stadium of fire

sunday:
- church
- break-the-fast with my ward
- stephen r. covey lecture with michael, scott, and justin

monday:
- ward fhe at the malt shoppe
- a ride in the convertible
- fireworks in the parking lot
- bottle rockets
- watching shrek on the porch

tuesday:
- watching hot air balloons with michael, kellie, tim & zac
- parade and free pancake breakfast
- trying on dance shoes, only to find that the size I need is a "special order size"
- dinner, homemade ice cream, and fireworks at bishop's
- the ride to and from bishop's, when we utilized the roundabout and played jello


the best thing about holidays is dragging them out...

- - -

one day you'll see her

one day you'll see her and you'll know what I mean
take her or leave her, she will still be the same
she'll not try to buy you with her time
nothing's the same as you will see when she's gone

it's foreign on this side
and I'll not leave my home again
there's no place to hide and I'm nothing but scared

you dream of colors that have never been made
you imagine songs that have never been played
they will try to buy you and your mind
only the curious have something to find

it's foreign on this side
and the truth is a bitter friend
reasons few have I to go back again

your first dawn blinded you, left you cursing the day
entrance is crucial and it's not without pain
there's no path to follow once you're here
climb up the slide and then you'll slide down the stairs

it's foreign on this side
but it feels like I'm home again
there's no place to hide but I don't think I'm scared

nickel creek