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...

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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