foster the people.

just watch.

so you think you can rap.

part 1.

every second without you feels like a day,
and i can't help thinking you're just pushing away.
just pushing away, and leaving behind
the people that care what's going on in your mind.
defined: you think you know how this goes,
saying anything it takes, but with nothing to show.
and just like the others, you're afraid to let me in,
you're only gonna get burned again.
but no, i know how it is, you just want to give
everything that you have to give,
hopin' and prayin', but the whole time just waitin'
you keep on giving knowing they're only takin'.
until everything's gone, just like that heart of yours,
thinking it doesn't get worse, then they walk out the door.
and those walls you built are dust on the floor.
...

rap is like poetry.
i like to rap sometimes.
i never write it down,
because usually they are lame.
except, i saved this one.
i'll finish it one day.

gangster.

Til we meet again.

(tomorrow, because we are going to kneaders. but still.)

i pray that the next two years fly by faster than a bullet.
one of my best friends will be leaving next wednesday for his mission.

Cleaveland Ohio, meet Elder Nate Crosland. 

He's about to rock your world.

the first of our group to go.

my best friends in the world.

holy crap.

i'm going to miss him so much.

ryan, please, one serious picture.

see you in two, kid.
love you always. 

 hardest sunday ever.
no ice cream. shoot.

organization.

something about spending 5 hours cleaning your bedroom is very rewarding.

the satisfaction of being able to see the floor, and not a speck on it.

the joy of wiping away the dust that gathered on your book shelf and smelling Pledge - Orange flavor.

but, there is nothing that beats having clean sheets & bedding.

love the smell of fabric softener.

oh & i drove my daddy's baby today.

his truck.

so tall, a step has to come down in order for me to climb in.

i scoot the seat all the way forward.

love it.

got sisters?

i have 39 of them.
be jealous.

happy 18th.

happy birthday to my best friend Lydia.

we've been best friends since we were in second grade.
i love her to death and i have no idea where i would be with out her.
she has had so much influence on the person that i have become.
she helps me to be better than i thought i was capable.
she can read me like an open book and will always be there for me.
i can trust Lyd with anything, absolutely anything.
it's been an incredible 12 years & i wouldn't change a thing about them.
you're amazing lydia, and i look up to you so much.
thanks for everything, you mean the world to me.
never forget how much i care about you.
happy 18th, and here's to another year together.
best friends forever.

my date was better than your date.

Homecoming 2011

"You and Me"
September 17th, 2011.

Ruger Memmott:

17.

5'11.

Plays lacrosse.

Dancer, recently introduced to break dancing.

Has a strawberry blonde afro.

Fearless on a trampoline.

Funnest (shut up, it's a word) date ever.

Kirsten Goodman:

17.

5'2, with the exception of 5 inch heels.

Plays soccer.

Voted: Most awkward dancer award.
Relies on second-day curls.
Incapable of successfully doing a backflip.
Endless supply of awkward-dancing energy.

Ladies and Gentlemen, my senior homecoming was a complete success.
Everything was perfect. I had the best date I could have asked for.

Oh, & you know that kid that always does the most insane dance moves

in the circle at dances? That was my date. Yes, I am bragging.
Anything your date can do, mine can do better. Deal with it.
Happy Homecoming.

love me when you can.

In the corner of my mind, I know too well,

Oh, that surely even I, deserve the best.

But, instead of leaving, I just put the issue to bed,

& out of my head.

Just when I believe you've changed for good,

Well, you go and prove me wrong just like I knew you would.

When I run out of second chances, you give me that look,

& you're off the hook.

You walk into my life at all the wrong times.

Just when I decide that avoiding the entire male species will 

probably be the most beneficial thing I can do, I get lost in those eyes.

I let my guard down entirely, and it gets me every single time.

I should know better than to get tangled up with someone like you.

I should know to walk away but I can't find my feet.

You know just what to say to drive me insane.

Probably because you know the real me better than anyone.

Do me a solid & quit playing with my heart.

so high school.

the wind & the waves.

i keep finding myself here.

mostly to escape everything else.

it's always quiet. solitude. isolated.

everything i've needed.

meet the fam:

pleasant grove girls soccer, mind you, half of us.
early morning practice, breakfast, & family photos.

Sisters to State.
love everyone of them.

lost in translation:

boys, listen carefully.
i don't know about every other girl in the world,
but when i say, "i don't want to talk about it,"
don't over think it. i don't have some girl code
that is screaming, "try harder, idiot," i actually
mean what i'm saying. crazy how that works.

please excuse my bitter mood.
tonight, i had minimal patience and a quick temper.
i apologize.

labor day of 2010

365 days ago:

still water reflects

the star scattered sky.

& the moonshine neglects

the grass where we lie.

the wind whispers gently

of always and forever.

a murmured melody

of a love-lit endeavor.

but,

unremarkable: the scene.

dull and matchless,

compared to he,

& his love, a promise.

200th.

sometimes, i like to think.
you can find me here. a lot.
especially sundays.
just thinking.

you can come think with me sometimes.

i really wouldn't mind.

oh, and happy 200th post to me.

look at us now, we're coloring paper.

welcome to the dungeon.

obviously where i spend the majority of B3.

spirit team, baby.

oh, and i'd be pointing at the supplies in this picture.

you can never have enough hairspray.

meet the Grandfather. 

probably older than any computer in the school.

that thing behind my right arm,

the oldest printer ever.

sometimes i print 33 pages of paper

for absolutely no reason and

we run out of ink.

lastly, meet your spirit team presidents. 

and that's danica, our spirit team rep for HOMECOMING.

you should vote for her.

because, well, she can rap. for real, you'll see.

Also, seeing as you can vote multiple times, make sure my best friend,

Lydia Andersen is in your votes, she's our pleasant grove girls soccer rep.

you covet my closet:

the daily wardrobe consists of neon sports bras, running shorts & some nikes.
one of the pro's of soccer season: never really having to get dressed.
and you know me, i loathe clothes.