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.