what is my problem?

Seriously. What is my problem?

We've hung out once. Once. Yet, I still freak out about you. I wish you would talk to me.

I wanna talk to you so bad.

How is it that you can hang out with somebody once and be stuck on them? I feel like a little girl crushing on a celebrity or something. It's quite ridiculous, haha. And I also feel like I am writing a diary entry. Which makes me seem like even more of a little girl. Maybe I should just stop typing as to not make things worse. Haha.

I promise I am nineteen, and not eleven.

stoked.

Thought I should finally put some photos of my new longboard on here :)

Ahh, I love it. I can't wait to ride it a whole bunch this summer.

Merry Monday!

sometimes...

all it takes to put a huge smile on your face, is your pet cat.

Hope. I usually see this word as something good. Hope gives life meaning. It motivates us, and keeps us going.

But lately I've seen this word as something that sucks.

I mean.. is it really worth it to have hope if you just end up getting let down in the end? We've all probably got our hopes up, and then seen them crash. Yet we still hope. Because without hope, what would we do? I don't even know. Don't people say "with hope, anything is possible"?

Because it seems to me like hope is just screwing me over.

To have hope for something, or someone, is complicated. I'm just gonna refer to what Hilary Duff says in A Cinderella Story: "[It's] like waiting for rain in the middle of this drought. Useless and disappointing."

Blaaa. I think I'll go take a bubblebath.

weekend getaway.

park city was grand.

"i'll take all your land!" - madi.

Yesterday it rained. It rained a ton. And there is nothing better than food and boardgames inside on a day like yesterday.

So my two favorite home girls came over for a nice game of settlers. By the end of the night, it was more like a rude game of settlers. Let's just say.. we get REALLY into that game sometimes.

Oh, and of course I had to take a minute to actually go outside in the rain!

:) hope everyone has a great day!

I did it! I went out and dyed my hair. Dark dark dark.

(Amber, Tara, Me, Dani)

It's a little strange seeing my reflection, because I'm soooo used to blonde hair. But I like the change.

So, this weekend I went to my first ever drive-in movie. It was one of the funnest things ever. If only there was a drive-in closer than an hour away.. but it was totally worth the road trip.

P.s. This has nothing to do with anything really but.. I'm just gonna throw it out there. There's a boy, and there's a girl. Why can't they just like each other without playing any ridiculous games? I mean.. is it really necessary to go through the motions of "playing hard to get" and "oh, i better pretend i'm busy that night so they don't think i'm a loser" and "shoot, i better not text them today or they'll think i'm waaaay too interested. actually.. maybe i just won't text them for a week." It's all a bunch of nonsense. In my opinion. If I was in charge of the world, everyone would kick it old school and just go up to the dang person and say "hey, I like you." We'd all skip these little charades and cut to the chase. Is it really that hard?

Flip, I don't know.

fingerprints.

I wanna break the mold.

I wanna break the stereotype.

Fist in the air, I'm not going down without a fight.

It's my life, and I'm not sitting on the sidelines watching it pass me by.

I'm leaving you my legacy.

I gotta make my mark, I gotta run it hard.

I want you to remember me.

I'm leaving my fingerprints on you.

(Katy Perry - Fingerprints)

I don't think I've ever thought so hard in my life. But then again, I say that to myself everytime I over-think and over-analyze things. I've come to a conclusion that no person is 100% completely themselves. A lot of the things we do, and a lot of the things we believe in have become a part of our lives because of other people. No one is their own person. Sure, they have some traits or characteristics that people know them by. But do you know where they got those traits from? I'm pretty dang sure they weren't born with the complete knowledge of how to be a good friend, or how to not be judgmental, or how to be funny. They've learned these things from the people they've come across in their lives. Nobody can take all the credit for who they are as a person. Maybe I'm just stating a bunch of bull crap, but it makes complete sense in my head. If I had been shut in a closet the day I was born, and let out today.. I would have NO personality, NO characteristics, nothing. The people that have walked into my life, even if it's been a day, a year, a few minutes, a few seconds.. they have affected me in some way or another. Some of course haven't been great experiences, but the mark they left is undeniably real. And it's definitely taught me things. As for those great people who are a huge part of me, thank you. You have helped me form characteristics and traits that I am proud of, and you've helped me grow as a person. And the growing won't ever stop.

is it possible to say "baby, let's run away to seattle."

I want to live in Seattle soooo bad. I decided I'll live on the outskirts of it though, by the beach. Then I won't be stuck in traffic all the time, but I can still go into the city whenever I want to.

Beeeeeautiful.

time for a change.

Soooo I've decided it's time for a change. I feel like going out and doing something completely different with my hair. So I'm going to. Soon.

I love this girls layers and cut. Sooo cute.

I love the colors on this one. Buuut it probably just looks good because its wavy.

I think this is my favorite. Soo so so so cute.

The red with blonde is so pretty!

Hmmm. What's your fav?

story-time saturday.

the other day i was thinking about the time when i almost died. well, okay, maybe i didn't almost die. but i definitely could've. i don't know?

i remember being about 9 or 10 and playing on the neighbor's swingset. it used to be cool if you could climb up those fireman poles that you slide down, remember? so i was climbing up it, of course. to be cool. and when i reached the top... the pole came unlatched and started to tip, with me at the top. i was about twelve feet in the air about to fall flat on my back. then the girl i was playing with ran over and grabbed the pole and lifted it back up! now that i think about it, it's totally unreal how she could've lifted that (considering she was only about 13 or so). i slid down the pole and thanked her five hundred times. the sad part is, while i was thinking of this story i realized i don't even remember her name. but she is still a hero in my book.

who's got a sweet story?