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.