My apartment obstinately stinks of smoke. A few days ago I was convinced something in
the house was on fire; then my brain turned on and realized it was Utah, not my
apartment, was on fire. In reality, the fire is far-removed from Provo, but
Provo Canyon is asking as a wind tunnel for the smoke and drenching the town in
it. The clouds need to get the hint and RAIN!
I recently saw Bill Cosby with my parents. It was a “sit
down” comedy, because I think he is too old to stand for two hours. He told
funny stories the whole time, and I laughed too much because my face was sore
the next day. I also appreciated that he was wearing sweat pants and a hoody
for his show. If he is touring in your area, GO SEE HIM! You will only regret
seeing him if you are lame, and you are not lame.
Then…I went camping with my sister and two of my cousins. We
went to Bear Lake, which happens to be one of the ugliest places in existence.
But the lake is cool. So we sat out on the sand and got sunburned. When we put
up the tent, we found a large, squashed rat. Someone had probably slept on him
the night before. I personally slept on
spiders, or at least that is what the bites all over my leg tell me. The best
part was our dinner: cosmic brownies, donuts, chips, sour patch watermelons,
and starbursts. That was also our breakfast.
In August I will be flying to Iowa for friend’s wedding. I
haven’t seen most of those wonderful people since high school, and now they are
all getting crazy-sophisticated degrees, have jobs, or are having babies.
Weird. I am super excited to see them, and remind them how socially awkward I
can be.
Seth and I will also be going to Arkansas with his family on
some houseboat lake thingymajob. The South is this mysterious, strange place to
me, which makes me a little nervous and excited to go. I hope everyone has
accents and eats chitlins.
Yeah, I stereotype.
Oh, oh, and I finally read the “super amazing” The Fault in Our Stars that everyone
talks about like it is a book god. I hated it.
And happy 4th, everyone.
