I Love My Family!

This year for Christmas, I went through all the family photos from 1980 until now. I've always loved my family, but there were so many outstanding picture representations of why. This, I feel is the best.My brother Brian is a math book. He deliberately chose this costume and clearly made it himself (maybe with some help from mom). Jessica's hat is about 15 sizes too large for her small head. Nathan and Jacki are Snow White and Prince Charming for the first time together, however they will revisit these costumes later and the enthusiasm definitely wears off. They are so happy about it this year. I don't even know what Adam is supposed to be, a tiger maybe? Then me and Jared aren't very unique, but I love the mix. A mathbook, 2 cops (ironically Nathan is a real cop), Prince Charming, Snow White, Little Red Riding Hood, and a tiger.
Greatest Family Ever.
P.s. Jacy - You're welcome.

This happened to me this week

About a week ago someone asked me for my phone number. A few days later he called me and left a voice mail asking me on a date. Two days after that I called him, but he didn't answer. Two days after that he left me another voicemail - unasking me out.
I didn't think we would really hit it off if we did go out, but I was just shocked that someone would do this. Again: voicemail asking me out, then no answer, then voicemail telling me he was too busy to go out with me, and he'd see me around.
That just happened to me.
Wow.

Anywhere but here...

Sometimes, I feel like I want to be anywhere but where I am at that moment. It's a hard feeling to shake. I look out the windows, at home or on my way to school, and I see the beautiful mountains, and the blue skies and the happy palm trees and it all looks so wonderful... but then I just don't want to be where I am. I don't want to be at school. I don't want to be at home. I don't want to be in California. I don't really want to be anywhere, but I also want to be everywhere.
Yesterday, I was in the Salt Lake City airport, and I was just miserable. The flight next to me was calling out over and over again, "All passengers on Flight 170 to Charles de Gaulle, you may now board." Charles de Gaulle. Nothing has ever sounded so tempting in my life. Sitting in the airport, watching the hôtess de l'air take passports,
I had an unbearable yearning to jump up and get on that plane. Paris is COLD right now. Really cold, and wet. So, SO wet. And I wanted to go there.

I have never been cold and wet for so long, with no warmth from anywhere. I have never been so frustrated with my body's lack of heating ability. Yet, on my way back to sunny, warm California all I wanted was to be placed in a foreign land, where I knew no one.
I listened to a few French cd's on the plane, and haven't stopped since. I don't know what to do about it. I'm in the paradise of the world, and all I want is the unfamiliar, the unknown, the chaos and confusion of a big city and a foreign tongue.
I don't even know what I would do once I got there, but I just want to be there. Anywhere, but here.