Sayonara kids, I'm off to Lake Powell!


(p.s. I already know what to wish for on all those shooting stars I'm going to see!)

Give me the beat

Fact.  Usually when I read things that I've written in the past (i.e. journal entries, short stories, school papers, etc.) I am really embarrassed at how immature I am.  Especially when it's fairly recent.

Fact.  I was reading some old blog posts today, and I don't actually hate them.

Fact.  Actually I kind of like them.

I mean obviously some of them were kind of over dramatic and immature and stupid, but overall they're not that bad.

*insert abrupt subject change here*

Guess what?  I'm going to Lake Powell next week!  And I'm going with the world's cutest little boys in the whole world!

Are you jealous yet?  I sure am!

Love and kisses,
Dani

Before the gold and glimmer have been replaced

We only have 3 weeks left.  Let's make the most of it okay?

It's been a pretty good summer mostly.  I was so scared that I wouldn't like this summer as much as last, but  now I think it was better.  I like the person I am this summer better than the person I was last summer.  I like my friends.  Last summer was ward bonding summer, but this summer we've been curing our ward-itis.  I like my hair.

Unfortunately, this summer has felt so short.  I've been crazy busy, and I haven't had a chance to stop and do nothing.  But I'm determined to make the last 3 weeks of this summer the best ever.

"Another sun-soaked season fades away"

Love and kisses,

Dani

(p.s. Laura, we really need to do something.  Maybe we'll go take some pictures or something.)

 You know, I'm still waiting for this whole summer romance thing to happen

 but I'm kind of running out of time

It finally feels like summer

I woke up this morning with at least 500 new bug bites from my escapades last night. And then I just layed in bed and did nothing because I don't feel like crossing off one of the million things on my to-do list.  I listened to the Beatles and wrote like 4 pages in my journal but I'm still not caught up to the present, and now it's 11:36 and I haven't showered or done my hair or even changed out of my pajamas.

It must be summer or something.

We had terrific thunderstorm the other day.  Of course we had to run around and get soaked and drag Coleman out of his house because you can't have a thunderstorm without Coleman.  That would never work out.

Soak up some sunshine!

Love and kisses,
Dani

I think I would really like a snow cone right now.

Guess what?  I kind of really like this summer.

I kind of really like this whole doing nothing thing.  Wasting my money on snow cones and sleeping in and staying up late.  I really like going on those long walks in the park where it would have been just us if we didn't have so many people with us.  I like leaning up against someone else's car and watching the stars and talking and listening.  I like when his t-shirt brushes against my arm because we're standing that close to each other.  I like when the sun sets and lights up all of those fuzzy white things in the air.  

It just might end up being a summer to remember.

Love and kisses,

Dani

(p.s.  I learned how to do my hair like a flapper girl today)

My hair is gone.