Adrià Cañameras. Barcelona.

sorry i havent blogged as of late. i've been busy living. hawaii spun away in a blur of waves and tans and books and acai bowls. i may not have straight A's to show for it, but i learned and smiled a ton. i grew. thats important. in reflection, the biggest lesson i learned over the last year can be summed up in the wise words of one of my professors: "do not let your schoolwork get in the way of your education". thank you phillip mcarthur. i am finally learning. i wish i had started earlier.

so aloha 'oe hawaii until august. next adventure: the wild wild west. i am trying to soak it in, letting the (cold) wind blow me around. left and right and up and down. getting in touch with my mainland roots. taking time. slowing down. gardening with grandma. peeling back the layers of antique thrift stores. exploring downtown salt lake. the fun has only just begun. summer never disappoints. i'm twenty years old. the possibilities are endless--the sky is the limit. theres just one uncontrollable supernatural force that is working against me, holding me back, pinning me down:

jetlag.

what a great message yahoo advertising has for me this morning. all this time i was under the false impression that money could not buy happiness. i was wrong! in that case, im in deep trouble because i dont know how much $7.25 an hour at the grill can get me.

The most recurring event or theme in my dreams is this: one way or another, i become responsible for a small child (who is usually emotionally or physically unstable in some way). i am not the childs mother or related to it in any way, but because the parent of the child is either unavailable or unfit, i accept responsibility for caring for him/her (usually facing some sort of dangerous activity or enemy in which i must adopt the role of protector, defender, etc). i am always holding the baby or toddler and they are always clinging to me. every time i wake up i feel this overwhelming sense of having lost the child and failed my responsibilities. i have a dream that in some way involves this concept about 2 or 3 times a week. what does that mean?

lacey pie. 

happy 23rd birthday to lindsay and happy 20th to me! exhausted. will report tomorrow. over and out. zzzz

this picture is a good description of how i feel most of the time...that is up for interpretation

also, i should have posted something for mothers day yesterday but the internet was flakey and the time disappeared like it always does on sundays. but my mother is an angel. theres no large number of descriptive cliches i could use that would do her justice. so i wont try. but i love her. it will be my lifes greatest accomplishment if i can become even the smallest bit like her. and thats no cliche, its the honest truth. 

heeere we go lady seasiders. just dropped sophs off for nationals..florida for 10 days and i couldnt be more jealous. give the east coast a kiss for me and bring home the gold babygirl. love you miss you alrrready.