Its 2012 and time for New Years resolutions :).
first resolution to get into shape! 
second, to try something new.
third to be more patient
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Hello 2012 resolutions that will maybe last a week :).
yea I like to draw stuff…
Theses are the things we want to do during the next semester.
1.Mutaches to missions class
2.hargus in the snow,dusk,and dawn
3.color a whole coloring book
4. put a video on youtube
5.stick to a New Years Resolution
6.convince someone to write their own bucket list
7. do something on our bucket list
8.go to the cabin
9. carve intials
10.drop water balloons out window
11.roadtrip?
12. order everything n the blaze menue
13.cover the walls in our rooms
14.order whipped cream at the blaze
15. write parodies to the entire taylor swift cd.
16.draw on each others arm
17. speak another langauge when angry
18. go to some type sports event in spirit gear
19. mud sliding in the colleges front lawn
20. buy each other a new outfit
21. do a blog/vlog
22.get a pair white shoes draw on them
23. go around campus with free hugs tshirt on
24.everywhere we go take a picture
as the sunsets and the wind blows tears fall into her bloody hands. so unexpected. Time seems to stand still as she laid his head down on the cold concrete. She shook she didn’t quite understand what had happened or who caused it, all she knew was that it did happen and there was nothing she could do to bring them back. she spent a half hour trying to save them and fail miserably. he’d been dead a while before she got there but she tried to save him anyway. she just wished she could turn back time. It was her fault he laid motionless. It all started about a year ago. it was freshman year of college. He was a grade a head of her but he tended to act a few years younger than he actually was. At first she found him terribly obnoxious. he would often say rude things to her even though the things he said were in a flirty tone they still upset her. But even with this flaw he was still someone she enjoyed being around. After half a semester came to an end they were best freinds and never left each others side. many people thought they were secretly dating but in all honesty they were like brother and sister. However toward the end of the school year she began hanging with different people. People that he did not like. They drifted apart following their dreams and taking the memories they had together incripted in their hearts. It was only a senior year chemistry class that brought the two back together again. THough it had only been a couple years, he was totally different. his bright red hair was now dark. his nerdy exstrerior was dramatically blacken and the smile that once lit a room had become dim. “Jessi hey,i havent talked you in a while how have you been?” Shocked and dumfounded she responded with “I’m doing fine lifes great” The quake in her voice and the the slight shake of the hand told him differently, but with the fear that she’d stop speaking to him again he decided it was better not to pry . He then asked if he could sit next to her during class. Jessi not sure of how to respond, said yes. And as classe began both of them could feel the tention but niether what to confront the isssue. Weeks went by, both remain silent, both remained distant. Only the clique hi how are you good fine how abotu you was spoken between them.
photos I took of my freind :)
I sit here boiling realizing being home is the worse thing for me.I love my family very much. However, we aren’t exactly the best matched. I liked my independence in college and when I’m home there is nowhere to hide. I cant drive anywhere or walk anywhere. I come home to a mess and argueing. and ridiculous animals that can’t seem to figure out that my bed is not there figgin litter box. I went to church tonight leaving realizing everything I loved about that place was an illusion. i don’t think i ever really loved it. i just thought i did simply becuase my freinds did. But now not even my close freinds go there. theres nothing left in this town for me.. i think i would almost be happier living far away.