*sigh*

Can I marry this man, please?

Just another manic Wednesday.

Today was not exactly the best day. I got a haircut that went... differently from what I planned and I'm still unsure of what to do with it. For now I'll just wear it in a ponytail. But I sat out in the sun (because my mom won't let us cut hair inside) for an hour and a half and didn't eat anything until 2:00. At that point I couldn't get lunch with my brother as planned and instead ate a bowl of Cheerios for "breakfast" while making my lunch to take to work. Luckily work was the highlight of my day. I won Skittles from a drawing. And I got my Dark Knight Rises tickets. After work we and saw Hugo at the park, but we all were forced to cram and share blankets. My neck went crazy from us trying to smoosh together and see the screen. Oh, and I bought the cats a litter box and cat treats. They latched on to my fingers and wouldn't stop clawing my legs for more treats. I ran inside and hid.

It's the middle of June?

I'd like you all to imagine creaky, dusty, dying noises. That is the world of my blogging (and blogging in general nowadays, sadly enough).

One of the only perks about living back in Utah County (which, in my opinion, there aren't many) is In-N-Out. For sure.

This is what I eat when I go there.

This is what my brother eats...

Since you all probably see my Facebook, there really isn't anything extra to say. Kim got married (and I must say she looked ravishing) and I had the pleasure of waiting outside the temple. Even if it was sweat-worthy weather, being with all my close friends was the best thing ever. Especially since Matt had just barely gotten back from his mission two days prior.

Art City Days was last week. Petey, Matt and I went to the fireworks. I accidentally spilled root beer over one of our blankets, so we attempted to utilize what wasn't soaked in soda. We were still cold. And then when the others came (including Leslie), Dave tried to sneakily steal all of our blankets because he "had shorts on" and "needed the blanket the most." Then we were forced to eat more ice cream at the Lifferth's. I think we've all overdosed on ice cream because of them. 

Last Sunday I had a flash illness. It was the first time in over a year and a half that I slept without medicine. Which was kind of nice, to be honest. But once I got over the crazy fever, I was set.

It was discovered that my records in the Church had been... misplaced. They kind of vanished from point A to point B. I kept joking that I'd have to get re-baptized. But not to worry, today they found them.

I found an old SLR (that's a film camera, if you don't know) camera at a yard sale for $4. I'll show you a picture one day. But it's pretty awesome looking, and hopefully it works. It probably will, because old school film cameras are like Nokia phones-- indestructible.

This week I had training for my job. As Petey puts it, I'm basically a glorified receptionist. I'm glad I have a job, because I just really wanted to contribute to society again. One week in Utah County and I can get a job, but nine months in Logan proved fruitless. Tsk tsk. 

There's a kid in my ward who got called to the New Zealand mission, Chinese speaking. But because it's hard to get a visa for New Zealand, he got transferred to the Bronx temporarily. When I found this out, I was like: "Whaaaa?! Jealous pants!" and then I was like: "THIS NEEDS TO HAPPEN TO ME!"

And then I get to thinking about how much I really do miss New York-- both upstate and the city. I've been to big foreign cities before (ex: Paris, London), but something about the Big Apple really was different and wonderful. New York City was charming. Not to mention it's a treasure trove of street photography, which is my favorite. Then there's upstate New York, which is beautiful, green, full of lakes, and bursting with awesome Italian food. And pizza. Such good pizza.

And maybe that's why I love Captain America so much. He's from Brooklyn, you know. And he wears Americana gear.

Moab

I was going for an Edward Weston feel (this picture, in particular).

So, I went to Moab last week. I told my dad I really wanted to go hiking and he threw out the idea of a quick camping trip to either Zions or Moab. I do love Zions, but I'd never been to Moab so I chose to go there instead.

After the painfully deserted drive to Moab, we set up camp and went hiking. The hike to Delicate Arch isn't even hard at all, but it sure was hot. So hot. The we-hiked-at-3:30 pm-in-the-Utah-desert-with-no-shade hot. I thought I was going to die in the first five minutes, but once I was drenched in sweat, it was all good.

A big wall... rock... thing.

You can kind of distinguish the arch on the right. My dad
wears a farmer's hat everywhere.

We hiked up from around the back of the arch to see the bowl better. This resulted in my dad and I having to go all spider-crawling it up in order not to tumble to our blistery deaths.

We hiked down, visited a few more arches (in which we even saw a desert hare. ooooh), and ate a late dinner. It was still hot at night. Heat + two man tent + my snoring father + insomnia = a bad night's sleep.

We went to Canyonlands the next day and saw a lot of old people. Actually, we saw a lot of old people the whole trip. Most of them were French or German (I know because my dad asked every single person we walked by where they're from).

After visiting the slightly uneventful Canyonlands, we drove back home. At one point my dad needed gas and just drove right past the last city for quite a while. For ten minutes he debated whether or not to turn around and get gas, in which we ended turning around. I could not figure out why he didn't just stop in the first place.

That trail you see is one long-A biking trail

I need a volleyball to talk to.

So far this summer:

The bathroom is teeming with life. (Okay, maybe not teeming, but I keep finding crawling... things.)

Our washer makes the *screech screech* noise from Psycho over and over again.

Our fridge is basically empty.

We have empty cupboards now. Eep! Too much space!

My bedroom is like an ice cave, even without a fan. This is a nice change from my usual boiler of a bedroom (my house doesn't have A/C, just a swamp cooler).

Logan is wonderful in the summer. I took a walk tonight and it felt surreal with all the trees, plants, perfect temperature and a slight summer breeze. Too bad there's NO ONE UP HERE.

I haven't really had human interaction in two and a half days. The only thing I've said to someone is "how do I get a Smith's card?" followed by the cashier handing me a Smith's card.

I took a walk out of pure boredom and ended up talking to the squirrels at Old Main hill. I concluded that I really want a pet squirrel.

There is currently a Harry Potter marathon on cable. It spurred me to watch #2 and #3 on my own to avoid commercials.

Watching Harry Potter just makes me want to meet Alan Rickman even more.

On a hike up to the Wind Caves earlier this week, I reached out to pet what I thought was a chipmunk and a rattlesnake slithered away. I have no idea how I thought a snake was a chipmunk.

I really wish I owned a bike. Or had a gym pass. Because no amount of boredom will ever make me run outside.

I checked the mail four times today.

Making Jello has become exciting.

... and that, folks, is why I could use a job.

For now, I'll keep watching Community clips. Because that show is my favorite and it's like everything I love stuffed and rolled into a new episode each week (and this week there were three new episodes! Best season finale EVER). Abed's my favorite.

Hiatus

Whoa, I totally just had an inadvertent hiatus. My bad.
You see, I had finals, went down to Cedar City for Kim's graduation, moved out, moved up the canyon temporarily, cleaned apartments for moola, and moved in to my new apartment.

Now I finally have time to recuperate.