maine monday

Remember that one time my family went to Glacier National Park and I posted photos from it for the next year? No? Ok, well here's one to remind you of that phase of my life. you're welcome.

Oh Glacier, your hold is still so strong.

Also, bangs. sheesh.

Anyway, I give the example of Glacier because I feel like a similar occurrence is about to...occur. I went on vacation and, true to character, took more photos than I know what to do with. But because I'm also a crazy I've formed an emotional attachment to each one of them and can't imagine not posting them all. don't worry. i won't post them all. probably. I think I have a problem with believing that inanimate objects have personalities and feelings and brains. This tendency is usually only present in young children, but here I am, at 22 years, almost crying at the thought of parting with the vehicle known as Sneaky Jason Bourne. ok. he does have a personality and is my best friend and oh my gosh i need help because my best friend has tires instead of legs.

Each day in Maine was full of beautiful things i mean, we were there so....hehheh. meh.  Here's our Monday in Portland and Acadia National Park.

Portland Head Light

Cape Elizabeth

Portland's Downtown District

 Sand Beach

Acadia National Park

 Jordan's Pond

Acadia National Park

Cadillac Mountain, Acadia National Park

More to come because biking, selfies, pop overs, hiking, and sea kayaking. But for now there's a basket full of laundry that feels bad because I haven't given it any attention in days.

peace and anthropomorphizing 

rrw

packing

It's nearly 2 am. I'm sitting in bed at my parents house waiting for my clothes to finish in the wash so I can start and finish my packing. I've struggled with this feat in the past, a fact that my family refuses to let go. I can almost guarantee that at some point before we leave my dad will ask me if I remembered to pack my underwear. it was one, maybe two times that i forgot ok?! it's not that big of a deal. let's all just let it go. I'm just hoping that packing at such an hour doesn't result in me bringing 7 swimming suits and nothing else. hello portland! 

Even if I do end up bringing only underwear just to spite my reputation I am going to have a great week. I can just feel it. I've wanted to go to Maine for years and while I can't quite describe why I feel such a draw to that most Eastern of states, I am drawn nonetheless. So my dad, in an act of kindness typical to his personality, bought tickets for my little sister and myself to join him in the visiting of lighthouses, the strolling of boardwalks, the kayaking of waters, the hiking of hills, and the tasting of lobster. my, don't we sound posh? we'll probably just end up at a Wendy's for a Jr. Bacon Cheese Burger and a baked potato. #callusclassy

Anyway, my life is grand and just keeps getting better. For instance, my laundry is finally finished and I can now sit in the softness of warmth infused clothing. But holy smokes I think I just burned my skin on a flaming zipper. And now I need to stop because I'm typing from a pile of apparel.

peace and portland

rrw

utah lake

One of my most cherished past times is to take "personal adventures." It's when I do my best thinking minus the shower because let's get real, i've solved world hunger, scripted exactly what i would say to Harry Potter if he was real, and chewed out Putin to the extent that he exiled himself to Siberia while in the shower. These adventures are times to refocus, get outside my comfort zone, talk to strangers, and appreciate my surroundings.

I've given Utah Valley a bad rap before no, i literally made a bad rap about Utah Valley but the truth is it's a good place. I'm happy to be here and there are some beautiful areas. Man I feel like breaking out into the state song, which I have done on multiple occasions in the last 48 hours. It's normal.

Yes I am so vain that I use the self-timer. But I mean come on....that light though.

I'd suggest going out into the world to see what it has to show you. You might even find even find a little cove where people to do drugs. But only if you're lucky.

peace and scooter rides.

rrw

all i do is win

I think it's time that we all take credit for the difficult things we do each day. Every sunrise comes with a new set of challenges and here we are, living day to day and facing those trials over and over again. It's rather incredible and we should recognize that. We should recognize our triumphs as well as the triumphs of those around us, because I mean really? We're all in this together. cue high school musical dance.

But because I don't really know what specific victories you have claimed, I'm just going to share a few of mine. I know, I know. My incredible humility is daunting to behold.


Victory #1: Last week I wore my retainer. This is significant because I don't like wearing my retainer due to the pain it causes me, the lack of sleep it produces, and the fact that it makes me sound like a congested prepubescent boy with an over producing salivary gland. mmmmm. aren't you curious now? Despite all these reasons for aversion to the instrument of torture, I donned that metal contraption and laid me down to sleep. It was a rough night and when I woke up I felt something sharp and uncomfortable jabbing into my back. Half asleep, I reached behind me, grabbed the object, and pulled it out to examine, realizing that during the night I had subconsciously removed my oral gear and had instead slept with the disgusting thing in my bed.
umm....1 point for me?

Victory #2: I've been running again lately to which my sister would and did respond to with "wow...that's surprising." and last week ran a 5K with my dear friend and former coworker. A victory, no? Given, I ran it in a time twice as long as what my little sister can do it in, afterwards realized I had my shorts on inside out the entire time, and my competitors ranged from the ages of 5 to 12...the majority of whom beat me.
ok. maybe half a point for me.

Victory #3: After listening to my roommate and friend from across the street talk smack about their Super Smash Bros skills for 17+ minutes, I came from behind and destroyed them both. I literally obtained victory via Starfox. Although I guess I just ran around avoiding people and trying to figure out what the different buttons actually did. In fact, my character spent the majority of the game trying to figure out how to get out from behind a barrel, which he eventually did. So add that to the victory list.
2 points.

Victory #4: I participated in an arm wrestle...wait. That doesn't belong on this list.
negative 7 points
why am i giving myself points?

Victory #5: I washed not only my sheets, but my comforter cover as well. While this is a success, the true triumph comes from the fact that I then managed to put the cover back on the comforter. I tell you what, there was never a more difficult challenge presented to humankind than trying to get a bag of feathers to lie flat inside a rectangle of cloth. The corners never match and it eventually gets twisted and you somehow find yourself inside the cover instead of the comforter, sneezing dozens of times over because there are feathers up your nose.
1 point.

Victory #6: I consumed an entire carne asada burrito from Betos. And didn't vomit immediately following said consumption.
this deserves no points.


So....this list backfired.
Cool.
But here's a picture when I actually was cool.
Please note that my current dislike for pants obviously started from an early age.

peace and personal victories.
here's to hoping yours are better than mine.

rrw

gems

Greetings. I was going to start with some sort of excuse for why it's been so long since I wrote anything but I have none and that's not really very interesting to read anyway. It's like reading the foreword to a book. You really don't care what whoever it is has to say because you just want to get to the story already.
ha. that implies that there's a story to this post. 
there's not.

Whether or not you like/actually read forewords to books is besides the point though. I personally see my lack of posts as a good, healthy thing. It just means that I'm actually interacting with people, holding conversations and enjoying their company rather than sitting around in the dark talking to myself. Because I'll let you in on a secret: that's where the majority of my posts come from. The dark.
(want to know another secret? i have no idea how to use semicolons and colons correctly. yay for the last 15 years of my education.)

And now I don't know if any of that even made sense, which is typical. I'm slightly distracted because my parents' pantry has sea salt and caramel macadamia nut chocolate clusters. Yeah, I think I'm on my 6th. Plus...cable. You better believe I'm watching pre-crazy Lindsay Lohan rock the twin roles in The Parent Trap. And I'm wondering why I never learned to fence when I was 11. I mean, by that time I totally had the ratio of Nesquik to milk down (3 generous scoops to a glass, plus a little more to dip in the milk and then eat plain), as well as the strategies and necessary hits to be queen of the court in four square (a claim I still proudly hold. am i right people?) but what am I going to do the next time I'm challenged to a fencing match?

I'll lose. And die. That's what.

Also, poker. Someone teach me how to play please. I think I'd be really good at it because I'm an excellent liar and most definitely don't start laughing or doing "shifty eyes" the second I say something less than true. Let's just say Lady Gaga would be proud of my poker face. let's go poke her face.

Well, this has been nice. I'm going to go climb a fence because that's the closest I'll ever get to sword fighting.

Until next time, here are some embarrassing pictures I found on my parents' computer.
They made me laugh.
I have no shame.

^^^ I mean...you get it, right?

^^^

 I went through a very long phase where I dressed like a boy.

Like, I remember buying those shorts from the boys section.

Literally.

^^^

My brother came home from his mission to Canada, so we covered the driveway with quotes from
"The Red Green Show."

And I'm going to try yet again to bring the pigtails back.

This will be my 7th attempt. 

also lets get a shout out to the little white truck i learned how to drive stick on.

^^^

The Weiler's are known for their...class.

^^^

Nothing's changed.

peace and chocolate covered raisins.
yep. just found those in the pantry as well.
yesssssssss

rrw

questions of the soul

Why is it ok for guys to go run around the city without a shirt on but I have to wear pants?

Why did an entire box of Cheerios fall off the top of the fridge, covering me and the kitchen in honey nut flavored cereal?

Why did it snow yesterday?

Why did I put my ski gear away 2 weeks ago?

Why is the inside of my car covered in hair?

Why did I shave today and then wear jeans?

Why does that man have pizza and I don't? 

Why doesn't he share with me?

Why do some people breathe really heavily out of their noses?

Why was I convinced that I couldn't breath out of my nose until 8th grade?

Why did 8th grade even happen?

Why don't I ever wear my retainer?

Why couldn't I finish my book before it was due?

Why did my little sister look fabulous for her prom while I had a wardrobe malfunction for mine?

peace and preguntas

that's "questions" in spanish. no i'm not pregnant.

rrw

let's get high

Alright guys. So I guess the last post I wrote had a few people concerned about my well being. First of all, bless you. Bless you all and the generations that will come after you. And if you weren't concerned, then dishonor. Dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow...But I digress. Second, yeah, it was a little more thoughtful and serious than the usual randomness I put up on this thing, but I can assure you that I am not about to do anything drastic with my life. Unless staying in my pajamas until 3:30 pm counts as drastic. Then alright. I'm going off the deep end. and how lovely it feels.

I vacated the premises of Provo yesterday afternoon in order to attend and assist in the annual Canyon Rim Academy Arts Festival, planned and produced by my own mother. It was a hit, as usual, and I've taken the opportunity to remain in Salt Lake for the weekend. Because I like this place. It has a never ending supply of cheese, the dishes match the kitchen decor, and there aren't hairballs stuck in the couch. But more than that, I've been able to do and see some of the simple things that bring me immense joy. Things that I had forgotten I even like. There's obviously a list coming up so get the popcorn.

6 Natural Highs: How to Make the Safety Kids Proud

|| My family's scooter. The thing is older than my brother and my aunt drove it in high school. I can never get it to start on my own the first time and the seat is covered in duct tape. The wheels have white paint marks on them from when my friends decorated it 5 years ago and it can't go over 32 uphill. It leaves you smelling like gas and oil and I most definitely look like a crazy person when I ride it because I'm literally laughing the entire time. (please note that the use of "literally" was literally correct in the previous sentence)

|| The smell of Great Harvest. I took said scooter ^^^ on a ride and ended up in the bakery where I walked around and smelled things. My purpose was to get a free piece of bread but then I chickened out because I didn't want to buy a 4 dollar muffin. So instead I just walked in a circle about a dozen times smelling things.

|| When clothes are accepted as clothes but really feel more like pajamas. It's like I beat the system and quietly rebel against the social institutions dictated to us by the man when I can go out in public in such attire. And will you look at me being all progressive? Next thing you know I'll be out picketing for a protest against plastic grocery bags wearing nothing but a burlap sack.

...that's actually not a bad idea.

|| Quail. They are funny.

|| When I find something that I thought was lost. Like the charger for my camera's battery. I'm not a photographer by any means, but I love to take pictures and have missed doing so for the last few months. Now I can. So if you ever go out with me somewhere that I've deemed worthy of documentation, bring your pretty face because I will most definitely make you pose by that tree gosh darn it.

|| Ankle bracelets. I mean, why do I like those so much? I'm really not a fan of any jewelry other than simple earrings, but give me an anklet and I will wear it until the twilight of time. I think in another life I wanted to be a granola hippy. No. I know that in another life I would have been a granola hippy simply because my favorite anklet has a piece sign on it. Which I guess actually suits my protesting persona described three bullet points ago.
also i think warm weather brings out my liberal side.

|| My family. We can sit in the living room and talk about how to roll your "r"s for 30 minutes, a conversation that has actually happened multiple times.

So I've been pretty high all weekend. I'm heading back to Provo tonight, however, because I guess it's time for me to actually take finals seriously. And I've kind of missed that hair covered couch.

peace and chicken bombs
rrw