long live gwen.

i'm not taking this hair tie out of my hair until summer is over. and summer isn't going to be over to me until i do a few things. number one, go to topaz mountain. number two, swim in the great salt lake/salt flats. number three, play mafia with my friends at the meadow hotpots. i think that'll do. and i'm sick of people saying that they like how it's cooling off, cause it's the worst.

i went to lake pal. pal because like most lakes, it's my friend. it was kind of the worst cause it was all stormy n shit. there's not much you can do on a stormy lake. what with all the fears of lightening and being blown to nowhere and getting ran over by a boat n shit. if you're ever like pretty mad, not like super pissed, just like little bit, then try driving home chewing ice and your music on full blast. there were these two girls camping across the water and i was convinced that it was me and cyd. or at least our twins. they just sat in their floaties all day listening to ace of base and fiona apple and even BRANDI. anyway i hiked to some indian ruins, it was probably my favorite part. i tubed and boated and jet skied and even though it stormed, it was still fun and i wish i was still there. cause it's cold here. n shit. oh yeah, my cousin doesn't even know who gwen is. gwen as in gwen stefani. i almost fainted when she told me that. and then she wouldn't give me her d.a.r.e. flag shirt, or her america bracelet she made. i was upset so i made her pee her pants on a jet ski ride, it wasn't hard at all cause she's like a little scared mouse.

i drove through the first stop light in mapleton today. it was surreal.

n shit.

yello

if you tried to call me from july 16th to july 29th, and i didn't answer then don't feel bad. it seems as though i didn't take anyone's phone call during that period. cyd discovered this while searching my phone today, 50 missed calls. not even any dialed. anyone remember what was going on? cause i sure don't..

everything you need to know about kesha. part one.

number two

number three

the enemy.

mine and cyds worst enemy was spotted the other day. it was the worlds worst truck with the worlds worst stickers on the back. one of the stickers had a cougar with a bullseye on it and it said here kitty kitty, and the other had a wolf with a bullseye on it and it said take em out.

i just tried to find the stickers they have on google, but i couldn't. and i had to stop because i couldn't handle it anymore.

if any of you see this worlds worst truck with the worlds worst stickers driven by the worlds worst human you better let me know ASAP. cause when i find them, i'm going to put this over their stupid stickers. and this. this too.

take that truck.

cat cute.

the things i get myself into... or should i say, the cat things i get myself into.

you be the judge

made for each other?

(compliments of drewbee)

one time i shot a tractor window out with my sling shot. i blamed it on my neighbor. the funny part is that the-kid-who-i-blamed-it-on's mom watched me do it from her window.

live n learn.

able to kill giants?

this is what i've been doing for the last like one million minutes, creating this little number for my father and his primary class, so they can better learn about david and goliath.