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! 


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