Worst Pickup Line Ever...

No in five years I will probably have a full time job that doesn't involve thirteen year old boys stalking me. And in five years when you are almost nineteen i will be almost twenty five. Its not happening kid. Never. Now please just leave me alone so I can live my life happily and in peace. Now that that's over, I am suspicious of your motivations...Hmm...Katie I haven't talked to you in months but I think I just made the biggest mistake of my life so lets be friends. I burnt my finger. I am cleaning out my kitty's eye infection. I am going to the circus with a salad. Basically. Not really. Pink cotton candy is better Seth. And no, I will not bring you a birthday cake. Sorry but I am mean. And I need a q'ing job so I can go to Italy. That's code for I am in debt and can't go on my mission until I am out of it. Maybe I should've accepted Rob's proposal and taken his credit card...Why do I think of these things after the fact. Oh well. I can always try my support the poor method. Thirteen and fifteen. Actually its sixteen. Thats weird. Very very very weird. Happy, but weird. I dunno if I am ready for this. Well some things I am ready for but can I really face evil in the form of a human being. That was mean, fetch. Practice makes perfect I suppose. Why are you being nice to me? My entire life you are a meanie head and you choose now to be kind. She really did change you. That's good and yet another reason for me to be nice to her. I think I like her more then you. Winter camp with my sister could be a super funny experience. I suppose if there are some other people I will for sure be all over that one...In the woods...Not really. Well maybe. Wait, Chester might be there. Bad news...Never mind...The End.

Pink or Blue...

BYU contains scout masters from Springville that mock me and pretzels that are way to salty. That's a weird way to start. But its true. And P.S troop 639 thanks for making me the center of attention....The grass was cushy. I was proud of us. It was hot. It is to hot for survival in the valley. I miss the mountains. Except there is snow there....again....Six weeks without...I am going to the circus. I hope that I can be protected from the bears. That's why I am bringing mace. And a shotgun. You learn how to kill bears at camp school. I won that battle. And I will win the next one too. There is a stupid head coming. I hate stupid heads. But in reality I think I like having something to hate. Maybe...That probably only makes sense to me. Oh well. Most things do. This weekend will be the weekend of doom. That is all I am going to say about that. I am going to the circus...YAH!!!

The Greastest Voyage in the History of Plastic!!!

So...It was good. It was worth it. Because of a pickles and salami sandwich with a side of beets, radishes, and a stupid head. I got engaged. He gave me the credit card. I ran away. Techno is not my style, neither is cinnamon sugar. Not to mention the Wilderness Cabin. I suppose its a good thing I never slept in there. I rolled into a hole and got stuck. So he licked the tire, she kissed the potty, and I hugged/kissed the bear. It was precious. My name is not Pick. My breathing is to relaxed for such a monstrosity. Not to mention the fact that my drool has tapered off quite a bit in the last decade. My sweetest downfall is doctor pepper, which is for sure why my boss gave me some...Enchanted makes me cry. So do people who throw away my targets and destroy all proof of a bulls eye. Those same people also mess with the sites to make me feel bad about my aim. I hope he sits on a rock and remains forgotten about. Seff is a fast driver. Fido is too. I am confused. I cant count. I got twenty dollars. I write the best hate letters known to the history of man. Exhibit A. You smell and look like the inside of a kybo that hasn't been pumped since 2002. Exhibit B. There comes a time in every relationship when the man screws up. That time is now. Exhibit C. You are bread and butter pickles. The whore of all pickles!...And that makes me the winner. Yah Bomb Shelter!!!! Yah Cows!!!! Yah Horses!!! Yah Slide!!! When I am in the car I close my eyes so I don't have to look at the spedometer. The cow in Evanston was doing it for the first time. Precious. Chinese makes my life. So do people who ask do you know anything about screws? I Heart My Life. The End

lost in the memory of woods....

The ten foot drifts have gone and the nights are hot. My time is spent day dreaming of Beets, while others ponder radishes. Good thing I think radishes are gross. I love beets. Both kinds. Projects are good time wasters. Sometimes. I should cross stitch. Like an old lady. I go to UHAB. But I want to take my Sydney. She is a pony. But she doesn't realize that. Its week five of eight. Then its time to face reality. Darn. My iPod burnt a hole into itself. The saddest day of my life. Oh well. Two years everyday. Thats some pretty good life. I finally figured the best way to excel at inventory with excel. In the woods...Literally. I think about the woods to much. Do you know what scouts do in the woods? I do...I like to read poetry from smelly 11 year old boys. The End.

Bless your soul? How does that work?

I leave on Monday. Normally this would not be a big deal. Unfortunatley for Katie, the road is in actuality a river. So hiking with my junk is the only option. I am literally celebrating Christmas next month. It is a winter wonderland (lame). There was a wedding. And my eyeballs burned. Stupid plants. And grass. And flowers. And pollen. Gay. Anyways. Jammin out is apparently the one thing they have in common. Or rather showing off...Sometimes it gets obnoxious. Oh well. Eila found her blankie. I can speak Finnish. I hate movies about Barbies. And care bears. I can sing Disney songs. With my singing chair. I still have to pack. I have to clean. I have to write some letters. I can make cards. I can send them too :) Some say this will make their cabasa hurt. Others say this is amusement. I say this is real life. And I do not want to share a cabin with everyone. And their belongings. And I am not going to have nearly enough time to count and organize. Thanks for over planning my life without my say. I really appreciate that. And that is exactly why I fully intend on skipping the majority of your time wasting activities. Well they are not time wasting, but rather not my priority. And then if my area is not together I blame you. The end on that story. Piano is funny. He is better than I expected. And she is amazing. But the middle is interesting. I don't think it holds his interest to well. He got 100 tickets and now he gets a game cube. Moving that to Saturday. Car pools really save on gas. Thats why we split it four possibly five ways. I hope its comfortable for them. I never drive to anywhere with anyone. To bad he couldn't find his own house. He got lost. And the other one had no idea how to get there so I had to drive all around Salt Lake. I hope my Buick Electra doesn't magically change into a Buick Park Avenue. IDIOT. I hate Jiffy Lube. There is nothing Jiffy about it. Which reminds me, I need to buy an air filter. Mine is disgusting. Bleh. Twenty minutes til bedtime. I hope it works....I like bananas, coconuts, and grapes....I do not like wolverines or five dollar knives. I despise those who enjoy the police. And disobedience to safety regulations. (That is code for all male homosapiens falling between the ages of 11-14.) I also despise songs written about sticky moose. I hate to break it to you, but moose do NOT DRINK JUICE! Even if their name just so happens to be Fred. And yet I am assigned to teach that class. And customer service. Two things that I feel very highly unqualified for. I will have to make up some notes in the mysterious blue staff notebook. I wonder what secrets it contains. Actually no I don't wonder. Caitlin already told me all about it. Okay. That is the End. There is no more.

More tales of the well I don't know what.....

Today. Its June. I am terrified for scout camp. Not because of bears or mountain lions, or even the "wolverines" How about a nice dose of snow? TO much snow. The road isn't even open. Next week there is a wedding. I am going. I get to hold flowers. Yippee. I am kinda excited. I really can't wait for work. Woot! Woot! Just not cold. I went to the movies at midnight, and I felt as if I were in a class from the crazy lady (the second crazy lady, not to be confused with the original) because of aliens. Aliens. Duh. And then I ruined the movie for a number of people whom of which I am convinced hate my guts. OH well. I like me. And thats all that matters. I went to Disneyland. It was amazing. Just like every time. Oh and the beaches I went to were fabulous. I saw dolphins and seals and jelly fish! And crabs, the spiders of the ocean. Oh and Logan order a PB&J for lunch. Then I came home and threw a super dooper shower for my soon to be sister-in-law. I am sure it was awkward for her, but I knew everyone there.....Lets see. My time is filled by coloring signs that will probably not even get used, because I will come up with a better "Disneyland" idea. I still need an employee so if you need a job....This is kinda making sense. What the heck is wrong with me? I will tell you what. Piano lessons. I love them. Teaching that is. I am gonna bribe some people. Thats kinda bad. I have to place my order on Amazon.com for the September 2 release! WOOT! WOOT! Now that will be exciting. No news on the 21 department so please don't pester me about it. THE END

Yup. So I did It!

After two years of "hard work" I have graduated. Not a big deal. I am just glad to be done. Now its on to "Study Abroad." I really didn't enjoy the ceremonies. Flags that made no sense. Blisters on my feet. Oh and blood. Lots of that. Then stupid people want to throw you in a fountain. Idiots. But they did get the quarter. To bad I was late for check out. Flat tire stuff blows up in your face only when cell phones die because someone packed your phone charger. They don't listen. I move home. I am bored. I need something to do. At least I am pro. I really wish people would stop. I wanna work there again. Sorta. Why did you quit? Idiots. I dont have to cook anymore. I wanna hang out in the primary. The End