All my nightmares escaped my head-- bar the door, please don't let them in. You were never supposed to leave. Now my head's splitting at the seams, and I don't know if I can...

The people I know make life good

FOR THE LIFE OF ME I CANNOT FOCUS ON THIS STINKING PAPER.

Rudimentary

I'm pretty positive that there are a lot of people who use big words to disguise the fact that they know SQUAT.

And people, it just was.

Jade and Gold

I am pleased to announce that I've written a new song! A complete one! This is the first time one of my creations has been seen all the way through for probably....two years. No kidding. It's a big deal. So! A video is likely to come eventually, but for a tiny taste here is the chorus:

Be it jade, it shatters.
Be it gold, it breaks.

Yep.

Tiny.

Still proud.

And even though I will never be anything like the phenomenon that is Laura Marling, I am happy with my tiny abilities. I like me.

Oh, friend. What wisdom I have gained is that the utmost despair accompanies love: the despair of love lost. Sometimes I wish I had never understood.

I am IN LOVE with this boy.

Shy and tired-eyed am I today

There lies a man of my heart
A fine and complete work of art
Here, I his woman, his home, and his heart
And proud to be playing that part

Rest in the bed of my bones
All that I have is a home
And all you can do is promise me bold
That you won't let me grow dark
Or cold
As long as we both shall live

Good dog!

Sometimes people pat my desk at work when they receive an answer they appreciate. Welp...alright.

"A dangerous path is made much worse by darkness" -Big Fish

He's cute, isn't he? My missionary. He's out of the MTC now, you know.

Why do I do this to myself? Go to sleep! It's that somehow this music will be healthier than REM. Maybe it is.

I love this weather. Even when I moan and wail and write things like that last post, that breeze and smell have a habit of whisking it all away.
There's a hammock in my front yard.

Whine and cheese

The thing about Provo is that being labeled as "taken" removes you from standard dating, merry-making, jolly, active, socially circular, loud society. Typically this doesn't matter seeing as if you're "taken" you're matched with someone supposedly better than any standard camaraderie and as soon as your label is removed a throng of girls rush to usher you back to "single" society with an agglomeration of ice cream and chick flicks. After a short ceremony, life is back to normal and you are allowed to enjoy the benefits of dating, activity, social circles, friends, and anything else deemed fitting.

The problem comes when you slip through the cracks- "taken" while your match is gone. Have fun being more than alone, you half a person.

Foxy

One of these days I'll have a family of my own. Then, friend, I will be sewing this costume.

Next best option: Randi's baby. Either way I need a baby fox.