Bountiful

Things have changed and things have stayed the same.
The willow tree down my street has grown so much that it hits my head as I drive under it,
That house on the corner of Orchard Drive and 9th south still has not finished the facade stone detailing after all these years,
Bountiful Elementary has a new roof cover,
yes mom, I still do hate capers and yes mom, I have gained a few pounds and yes mom, french fries and coca-cola are my staples,
I have switched from cut off shorts to biker shorts,
and I am moving back to provo.
Thus ends my summer of two thousand and nine but it still smells like teen spirit, at least for another five days that is.

100 years ago.

This is what i do for a good photo sometimes.

end - begin

I am an in betweener.
Thus is ending the summer I lived off of Ibuprofen and coca cola,
ends the summer where dreams were lost and dreams came true,
dreams that did not reach expectations,
another dream summer come and gone,
another summer scooting around Bountiful
and going to the rope swing and pace's everyday.
A summer topped off every night with the chorus of crickets.
I will ease back into routine
but for a couple more weeks I will still be
Seriously Easy Going.

Hot Dog

My mom buys one pack of hot dogs a year.
This is how i cook them.
My friend Cam says that if i keep cooking things till they are burnt this bad i'm going to die by the time i hit twenty six. He turned twenty six today.
Happy Birthday Cam.
I love you hot dogs.
I love you burnt hot dogs.
I love you pee shack.

Simplify Media

Music.
Anxiety attacks.
Last week of work.
South Dakota on Friday.
Antelope Island last Saturday.
Haircut.
Love. Angel.Music.Baby
Feeling a bit rutted.