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One. Up until about the 7th grade I wanted to be an artist. That dream changed to architect.

Two. I killed my goldfish when I was 14 because I thought it lived for too long.

Three. The first thing I notice about people is their shoes.

Four. I have never owned a pair of sweatpants.

Five. I have never/will never give a homeless person money.

Six. Growing up, I planned on living a lie my entire life. Then November 18th 2009 happened.

Seven. I pretend to hate all animals. I only hate most.

Eight. In the 8th grade I won the award for best smile. I believe I only won because the real winner had already received an award.

Nine. My lack of confidence frustrates me.

Ten. I'm not sure if I believe in God.

getting out.

At the beginning of this semester I thought having class on Tuesday and Thursday would be great!

That was a mistake.

Having a two hour math class is overwhelming to say the least.

So, I switched instructors at the last possible second.

I thought this would help.

Switching classes 1/4 of the way through the semester does not work.

I still struggle with the concept of calculus.

The scores on my tests and quizzes have been bad.

Really bad.

Failing bad.

I really don't want one of these on my transcripts:

A

A

A

F

A

I will go and talk to my professor on Friday.

If all goes to plan he will let me take the class next semester.

Please sir.

I'll do anything.

Anything.

restless mind.

So much to do on this Monday evening, but all I want to do is think.

All I can think about is what I will do with my new room when I move at the end of the month.

All I can think about is how great the weather has been lately.

All I can think about is what the summer will bring.

All I can think about is spending time underneath a sea of stars and a mesh of branches.

All I can think about is how unforgettable the weekend was, and how incredible my friends are.

All I can think about is how much I miss certain people, and how little I miss others.

All I can think about is my mothers face when she saw the holes in my ears.

All I can think about is how things used to be before the truth was told.

All I can think about is the relationship I try so hard to have with the ones who matter most.

All I can think about is how they say I'm superficial.

All I can think about is how they think my life is headed in the wrong direction.

All I can think about is how I disagree.

All I can think about is where I want my life to go.

All I can think about is the shape of my future.

All I can think about is the judgement people form.

All I can think about is the question, "Why does the outside matter?"

All I can think about are the same things I've been thinking about forever.

All I can think about are the dreams I've always had.

All I can think about are the secrets told that seemed to change.

Think. Think. Think.

happy birth!

Adam

& Tracy
I got the pleasure of getting to know these two very well during a three week summer adventure.

I often look back on those times and want to go back to the crazy fun and spontaneous moments that we shared.

They are the only reason why I made it through that terribly long bus ride.

They are two of the classiest people I know and I cherish every moment that I have with them.

I hope that we will always stay friends.

I love them both, and I wish the best for them.

share a smile.

As I have said before, I am one of the many people who ride TRAX daily.

One thing I don't like about TRAX is that everyone seems a little glum while riding.

There is one man who is the exception.

I have seen him maybe three times while waiting for the train.

He is one of the train conductors (if that's what you still call them).

He is this old man, probably in his late 60's with white hair and a beard to match.

Every time I see his train approaching he has a huge grin on his face.

He waves to everyone as he pulls to a stop.

I never see anyone wave, but I always do.

Does no one see this delight of a human being?

He drives a train for TRAX, so how many things does he have to really smile about.

I now realize that it doesn't matter what you are doing as long as you love doing it.

Whether your a doctor or drive a garbage truck you have to do what makes you happy.

All I want to say to this old man is "Thank you".

Thank you for always making my day a little better.

A little brighter.

new finds.

Yesterday, my friend Hannah introduced me to stereomood.com.

"Where have you been all my life?"

I have a job interview tomorrow at a different Winger's.

If it all works out, I'll put in my two weeks at the Salt Lake City Location.

Then I'll proceed to beat the new owners with something blunt. Curb 'em maybe.

I'm looking forward to my birthday this weekend.

At dinner on Saturday my parents will be seeing me for the first time since I got my ears pierced and my tattoo.

This could be a disaster.

Good thing all of my friends will be there, so they can't get too upset.

They can't get mad at me on my birthday. Right?

one last thing.

I know I promised that I would be positive for now on.

I just can't, when it comes to this.

My deep dislike for asian people continues to grow.

I don't hate all asians, just the ones that haven't adapted to the American culture.

Every time a group (I say group because they travel in packs) wonders into Winger's I can't help but want to vomit.

They are very needy people.

The guy foreigners smell weird.

The are awful tippers. Awful!

Most of them are rude. I know a lot of people say it is their culture, but you need to take care of that before you come to eat at an American restaurant.

I approve of most asian people and get along with several.

This hatred could have developed, because the new owners of Winger's are extremely asian and the restaurant is dwindling.

Jamie, who is one of the new managers, speaks only an ounce of english.

Working with him is similar to working with a severely retarded person.

I feel like I'm a babysitter.

He smells really bad.

I don't think he had ever stepped inside a Winger's before the slapped the manager name tag on him.

What?

When?

Why?

How?

I'm on a hunt for a new job.

When I obtain one, I plan on telling the new owners what I think of them.

They have ruined what I think of working for Winger's.

They have taken something that I love and smashed it into a million pieces.

thinking positively.

Lately I've been a downer.
This is going to end today.
There are so many great things to be happy about.

This change in mood could be due to the fact that the sun is making an appearance today.
I love the sun.
"Hello, old friend."

Things that make me content:

• I made $165.00 at work yesterday. Tits for tips? Maybe.
• Spring is showing signs of life. Winter was ugly this year.
• I turn 19 on Saturday. I'm looking forward to seeing all the people I love.
• For the most part, I LOVE my classes (at least the design ones).
• At the end of this month Kolby and I will be moving far away from this awful complex.
• I recently found out that I don't need to know html codes to change fonts on my blog. This has caused me more anxiety than it ever should have.
• Chelsea Handler has a new book. I want it. Now.
• I'm constantly surrounded by beautiful people that have aspirations and exemplify what makes a genuine person.
• I have never been so focused on where I want my life to go.
• My mother made a funny joke about my "taste" in gender the other day. I feel that she is slowly becoming okay with the whole thing. I love her more than words can describe.

Life is going to go in an upwards direction.

Starting now.