Don't get me wrong. This rain, I love it. But there is just something about the way that summer can steal your thoughts and fill you with a feeling of carefree and childishness and invincibility. Its seductive, summer. And oh I love it.

And thanks to the big guy for taking this gorgeous photo of my mountain, he has a way of capturing moments and places in such a true way. He's the limit.

Pizza, I Like You.

For heart day we made heart pizzas. On a scale of 1 to 10, so good.

And of course, the day cannot go on without sugar cookies. We cut custom hearts... none of this cookie cutter business. My sister, she makes the best frosting in the entire world. Sister, I love you. And your frosting.

And to think, St. Patrick's Day is just around the corner. Party ideas are already forming.

Hello, Is There Anybody In There?

Do you ever get those weird notions in your head and you feel somewhat wary about sharing them because the people you tell just can't think outside the box?

Well, I definitely get those weird notions in my head...

Lately, its been that I feel like I'm on surveillance camera. So weird, I know. Not in a Brave New World sort of way, I don't think the government is out to get me or anything. It just pops in my head. But its in random places like when I'm walking to my car in the morning to go to school or jogging down the road. Maybe I have some unsurfaced anxiety that is coming out in the form of phantom surveillance cameras, I don't know.

The end.

Only 7 More To Go

Today I found my lists of 8 I made a while ago...

eight things i am looking forward to

1. my date with joe and spence tomorrow evening. we're going to stumpy burger.

2. the rain that is promised to come tomorrow

3. finishing East of Eden

4. sledding

5. getting hot chocolate with french vanilla from sags

6. crocheting leg warmers. preferably some burnt orange ones.

7. when time heals

8. moonlit nights when the mountains are covered in snow. my favorite

eight things i did yesterday

1. went for a run in the morning canyon wind

2. ate peanut butter and jelly on my saltines

3. sewed the endbands on my book

4. thought about creating and creating and creating

5. wrote a letter that i'll probably never give

6. taught piano. and loved every minute of it.

7. went to heinselmens. bought some thread and met some great ladies.

8. had a good talk with a good friend

eight things i wish i could do

1. i wish i could play the harp. how gorgeous would that be?

2. i wish i could fix cars

3. i wish i could live without sleep. i'd have so much more time to do things!

4. i wish i could forgive and forget a little better

5. i wish i could love myself a little more

6. i wish i could travel the world. over and over and over again.

7. i wish i could be like my gram

8. i wish i could drink wine. then i could have wine and cheese parties.

eight magazines i like

1. national geographic

2. better homes and gardens

3. teen vogue. embarrassing, i know. but somehow true.

and that is all the magazines that i know.

eight things on my wishlist

1. a dark room and an slr

2. a holga camera

3. a trampoline

4. a big plate of spaghetti

5. a violin

6. jazz piano lessons

7. a hammock.

8. a job for my pop.

And I was so happy because number 8 on the wishlist finally came true.

Catwoman is a Moron.

If I could choose my superpower, I'd definitely choose to have super jumping powers. That way I could jump across the world in one hop. And, when its late and I don't want to drive home, it would only take one bounce and bam! I'd be home. And when I want hami from the hami melon stand, I could jump right on over to Central Market in Houston, no sweat. It would be like I could transport myself, but with the joy of jumping through the air. No missing out on the scenery.

Cookie, I love you.

Usually trying new recipes involves me bombing something that I'd hoped would turn out amazing. But this time around, it worked! Maybe because its basically using a pre-made mix... but still, it takes skills to follow a recipe. I'm telling you what.

These cookies= the most amazing peanut butter chocolatey thing to hit your mouth. Please try them. Recipe here.

Dear Maggie,

Don't get embarrassed for my less-than-stellar blogging skills... mainly my sister is the only one who reads this. Well, not even mainly, she is the only one... But I love that you came to visit me. Now come visit me in real life. We will get a pastry.

Love,

Rach

Today my friend Morgan asked, "Are you one of those people who lives for the weekend?"

Although I initially almost answered yes, I thought about it for a second and realized that I don't. Not that I don't love the weekends, cause I do. It gives me a chance to catch a breath, maybe pick up the mess that has built all week. But you know, I think I'd miss half the fun if I only waited for the weekends to enjoy myself... its the listening to Bob Marley on the way to class, or being up every morning to see the sun hit the top of Mount Timpanogos, laughing at work, calling my sister, or being so excited all day to go home and eat a strawberry, its those things that I love, and whether they happen on the weekend or not, it doesn't really matter. So no, I don't live for the weekend. I'm living for now!

What about you?