29 September 2012

A Different Kind of Baptism

The first being a baptism of white paint, on the highest point overlooking our little valley.



The second being where we cleans our selves of the white paint by taking a swim in Farmington Pond.


And this is how I become a senior of Viewmont High School.


     As of recent, my post have been a bit more on the contemplative side, but I hope that this post has a bit more levity in it. (But knowing me, it will probably be contemplative as well).

I suppose if it is to contain some serious material in it, I might as well get it out at the beginning. :D

I don't really get homesick for North Carolina anymore. As fantastic and wonderful as this past summer was, I think it got to me that I can blossom where I am planted, and that while Carolina will always be a special place to me, it's not really my home anymore. 


That being said, there are nights like tonight where I certainly wouldn't mind being there. 

Onto part less-serious of my post,


A certain best friend of mine chopped off all her hair. She is as adorable as ever. :D
I was pretty much squealing with excitement the entire time her hair was getting cut.

Because of such a momentous occasion, we went (as always) to City Creek Center to go take pictures, and more importantly to go to all our favorite stores and not spend any money. 


Nights like last night remind me what it is I love about living on this part of the Wasatch. 



I really love that urban environment. I can't even explain the thrill of energy that you feel each time you are there. 

On to some less glamorous pictures, but equally exciting events.



One Viewmont mattress sale went rather well, however tiring it may have been.

I just remembered something! 

I had a rather elaborate dream last night involving a meeting in a fancy room overlooking the canals of Venice, starting a new school with old friends and deciding to paint the accent wall in my room Tiffany Blue. 
And during a larger part of the dream, the song "My Life Would Suck Without You" was playing.
For the life of me, I can't get it out of my head.



So go listen to it, and think of Tiffany blue accent walls in a Venician palace.

I love each and everyone of you! 

-Aaron





22 September 2012

Inexplicable Satisfaction Found in Brevity


This really has been a nice start to my Senior year. I have to say that it is such a different feeling being a senior. For the first time, I really don't have to worry about being socially below someone simply due to age. Especially after working to find my niche last year, this year I got to skip all that awkward working my way into established friend groups. I'm learning to love the journey a bit more, and be myself more honestly.


In terms of life news outside of my self contemplation bubble, this week was homecoming week for Viewmont. Today was our homecoming game, and our Homecoming parade. The debate team put together a float, and we harassed the innocent children by bludgeoning them with candy on the streets of 400 West.


And for the actual inspiration of this post and it's title...

It happened tonight at the end of the football game, as everyone was heading down from the stands towards the stadium exit. I ran into a guy I sort of knew, but wasn't friends with.
He told me that he had heard something about me from another girl.
I told him that it was true.
His response was, "Well that's awesome. That made my night".

There are good people out there, and I'm very much blessed to say that I know several of them.


I love each and everyone of you.

And I hope you can say something similar.