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I couldn't think of a good post title for the life of me, and I dont feel much up for creativity, so the title of this post is indeed a period. My week at home in california + 3 day Santa Cruz vacation is over at 1130AM tomorrow morning, and my blogging hiatus is up in approx oh say 5 minutes and 13 seconds. Depending on photo upload time. See whenever I come home I always feel weird, which is I'm sure so cliche, but the Roseville CA that I knew growing up is just a very different one now that I'm back here. Anyway, I always have time to rummage through things in my room when I'm home, and tonight I came across some old photos. This is also entirely cliche but I love looking at old photos. And by old I actually just mean high school, but now that I've been graduated for 5 years, those are now old. Do you ever look back at pictures and think, "whoa wait, that was me?" And not just because of your totally awesome/awful haircut. Sometimes looking at pictures surprises me, like I see things in myself that I never expected; memories since forgotten. Since pictures apparently tell a thousand words....








For your viewing pleasure. And those miller light cups were only used for water. We were at school. No alcohol. Promise promise promise.
Can I throw in at the end of this post that I fell in love with vinyl here in CA? This is my first record:

And while I used to scoff at the idea of buying records, I think it's great now because A)it comes with a free digital download of the entire album B)you get a very trendy record and large album artwork C)I have no sweaty palms about the legality of my music acquisition. Win Win Win. See ya tomorrow Provo.

#4: Police Beat

Provo is the most wonderful place. Every once in a while someone gets shot at Smith's, but usually you just get to read in the paper about more common "crimes":

And my personal favorites...

like it. #3

Thank you Steve Carrell, for doing what was begging to be done after Lebron James' "the decision." And for being funny in seasons 1-4 of the office. And that one time you were on anchorman.

Things that make me happy #2

School House Rock. I remember watching these all the time as a kid, and I love them. I'm not quite sure why I dig 'em so much, they're just 3 minute rediculous soungs about, well, all kinds of educational things. And I usually eschew such things as "educational entertainment." But why cant school be more like popping a bag of popcorn and watching a kid unpack his adjectives? (one of my favorites)


And I'll follow with one of the most awful school house rock songs ever. Who approved this one?

Things that make me happy #1

Delicious sacrament bread. I feel like usually people submit the cheapest kind they can find to be distributed to the congregation. On those rare Sundays however, when you see a tray full of dense, delicious, you-know-a-grandma-made-this-by-hand bread coming your way-I am filled with joy. As a side note, I once had crackers for the sacrament in Italy. Needless to say quiet reverence was abandoned for loud crunching and awkward attempts to keep it quite. Happy fourth of July weekend!

PS-expect this one to fill the radiowaves verrrry soon. The newest from Kid Cudi. Sounds like he's been listening to 90's Weezer records for this song's inspiration-anyone agree?

July

Pursuit of Happiness - the sequel

Does anything inspire happiness more than a blue tobias? Probably not, but I've decided to go on a little thought ramble about this whole happiness business anyway. I think it all started when I was writing my talk for last sunday, and I had an open topic so I basically thought about everything, including my own life. This summer has been much much different than last summer, but so good all the same. I've been called a "wanderer" before, and I will admit that I do love to explore. I just think there is so much to see in the world and I get so curious, I just like finding new cool things!

With that said, back in highschool, my friends and I were those goofy-tie-wearing-oddities that always dreamed of walking the rain soaked streets of London and being in an indie band. For some reason, that was always our dream life, where we would be truly happy. After highschool, one of my best friends actually went off to live that life; I instead went to Provo Utah. I have to say, my freshman year was kind of humbling. Don't get me wrong, I had tons of fun freshman year (as my grades will attest to) but somehow it didn't live up to the carefree adventurousness (you heard me) of my senior year and the summer after. During that time, and then again in my mission, I learned so much about happiness though. Something I've believed in very strongly is that happiness isn't about where you are and the cool amazing things you're doing. Even though we always held on to our indie dream in London, would I have been happy there? It might have been exciting and new and interesting at first, but that kind of happiness is so fleeting. I think the secret to sustained happiness is learning to make the most of the situation we find ourselves in. Oh yikes that felt very bloggy making that bold. Oh well. Anyway, I've been thinking about that a lot lately. Now that I've been here at BYU for two years since coming home for Italy, I kind of feel like I'm ready for a transfer or something, ya know? Like I should be going out and exploring the world and doing exciting things and having 4.5 trillion new pictures to put up of myself on facebook, and yet, I trudge up to campus everyday and study for the MCAT. And you know what? I am so happy. So go ahead, turn on your favorite song, make the most of where you are and who you're with, and be happy.

So Good