I am obsessed with mini wheats. What are we going to do about that?

Nothing. Because if frosted mini wheats are in the same room as I am, I have no choice but to eat a bowl of them. Call it what you want, but I really am at their mercy.

Sometimes I try and convince myself that I'm in control because only the very best and most heavily-frosted wheats make it into my bowl. I guess the joke's on them.

No, but really. The joke's actually on me, because I am straight-up obsessed with them. Straight. Up.

The rhythm of my heart is beating to your drum.

Sometimes there are those nights where you have to turn the lights off, the DVD player on, shirk all responsibility, and let your stomach call the technicals.

That's when you know life is getting good.

Trailers for sale or rent.

I probably had to get out of dodge and go camping this weekend.

And by probably, I mean I absolutely had to.

I think it's safe to say it was a good weekend.

For those of you Southern Utah junkies,

we visited the following sites:

Horsethief Campground (BLM style)

Mesa Arch

Upper Rim Outlooks (2nd & 3rd)

Neck Spring 

Moab, UT

Moab Diner

And naturally we made a couple stops

in the metropolises of Price, UT (for some ice & ketchup)

and Wellington, UT (for a lighter). 

I'm fairly confident I could have started a fire

with my bare hands, but I do try and live by

the Boy Scout motto.

Additionally, Ally and I were extremely resourceful

and tore apart some of the BLM fence (barbed wire say waaa?)

to make our own marshmallow-roasting sticks.

S'mores are the third requirement for a successful camping trip

(after a tin foil dinner and a headlamp).

Finally, I need to talk about our tent.

A snuggly two-manner. And boy was it snuggly,

as evidenced by Ally's initial reaction upon seeing it:

"Oh glad to see you brought your tent

for your American Girl dolls."

Needless to say, the small-tent jokes never got old. Still haven't actually.

Last night I got into Ally's truck for round two of The Hunger Games

and she took one look at my small, leather side-strap bag and said, "Oh glad to see you brought our tent with you."

I've been trying to come up with a reason I shouldn't go camping over finals week, without success. So I imagine you'll be hearing more about those Southern Utah mountains soon.

Ask me if I'm ever going inside again.

Because, listen. I'm not. Not after a day like today.

Sometimes you just have to skip out on everything 

that matters in life and just get outta dodge.

As if I needed an excuse to sluff life for a day.

Beautiful mountains, fresh powder, and sunshine > anything else.

I went a little insta crazy and I'm not sorry about it.

After a couple runs, we decided to just "post up" on the slope. Or whatever.

Most of the time we were shredding by ourselves in the powder and the woods.

But we made sure not to lose each other by constantly singing lines from 

"What's My Name" and "Turn My Swag On."

"Das tight" was a commonly-used phrase throughout the afternoon as well.

A couple straight shots through the trees turned a little disastrous, 

but ask me if I'm mad about it. I'm not. Not even a little bit.

I wouldn't even blame you for thinking that this day couldn't get any better,

because that's what I thought, until I pulled onto the highway from the Sundance turnoff, and saw the Heber highway sign.

Probably just pulled a uie on the highway real quick

and drove up to Heber for some Tony's Tacos.

And ask me if we karaoked to Toby, Shania, Rascal Flatts and Brooks & Dunn all the way home. It's the American way.

Maybe I'll ski today and then hike in the sunshine and red rocks in 4 days.

Okay, I will. Fine.

Utah > anything else. 

The American Ethos.

Life is way too good to be true. 

Take today for example.

I just woke right up and didn't even need to shower this morning because I had already showered last night! And then I just went to church like no big whoop, came back, and drove up to the MTC with my girl Ally, because we like to break the missionary rules. We took a quick pic with our missionary girl, Hermana Allen, and probably got her into some big trouble. But it's like, who cares? Because she's leaving for Bolivia tomorrow. What?

It's been raining and snowing all day, which, to be honest, is when I'm happiest. I'm all about the sunshine, but give me a rainy day and a little warm peach cobbler and I'm golden. After a pretty good dinner with the best friends ever, I've just been working on a paper. And I'll be honest, I hate it, but that's okay. And I forgot to say that somewhere in there, Brady and I actually made peach cobbler, which is now cooling on the stove. So remember when I said, "give me a rainy day and a little warm peach cobbler and I'm golden?" 

Yeah. I'm golden.

If you don't think my life is great yet, just wait for the best part(s).

Snowbird just got 20 inches of new powder, and guess where I'm going tomorrow?

Yep. Snowbird. And it's not even my favorite place in the world, but you know what is?

Moab. And guess where I'm going this weekend?

Canyonlands.

But it's close enough and I can't wait. 

In conclusion, so what if I'm seriously deficient in my
classes and school work right now?

Girl got time to hit up the weirdest movie I've ever seen last night (John Carter) 

and take a quick break from this hellish paper to brag about myself. 

And I'd say, that means life is dope. 

I call it stealing, you call it borrow.

Loving this song the past couple days.

"So I want my heart back, if you're not gonna keep it.

If you've got no uses, then I'm gonna need it.

And someone else is gonna need it too."

School needs to go away.

You're gonna fly with me.

Surprise. I love Keith Urban.

C'mon turn it up.

Start livin' your life,

on the double,

leave your troubles behind.

You and me, we're gonna be 

alright.

You could be a blackbird on a country street

hiding from the world with a broken wing,

but you better believe,

you gonna fly with me.

"There is no despair so absolute

as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope." --- George Eliot