So... brocks gone. and its really wierd. 2 years is a really long time! no talking but two phone calls a year. I mean I can email but...
It's just not the same.
No one to back me up.
No one I can tell my problems too.
Or sing the climb as bad as possible with.
He's like the one I hang out with the most- and I, well, already miss him.
He was like my best friend and an amazing brother
but you know what?
He'll make a better missionary.

last night I had the scariest nightmare ever.

I saw a picture of Brock on facebook the day of his arrival and he had tight black ringlets and a tuft of hair underneath his chin. It was disgusting.

So, I blew it off and thought it was of the world's ugliest man.

Then he came home. And he looked even worse. We went to San Fran and I pretended I didn't know him and tried to run away.

I guess I'm kinda scared for Brock coming home.

Brock, if you're reading this, please don't be ugly.

I wish I could do this so bad...

This is for all my buds who I miss that are going to Provo. (and Idaho) I wish I could do this... but I don't think it's going to happen any time soon! So you should definitely do it for me!

Alright- so, Brock kinda forced me to do this blog, and speaking I rarely ever go on facebook, this probably won't work out so well. But, at least I'm trying right?! I don't have that crazy of a life, so this might be really boring. I'm sorry.

So I guess just within an hour ago I tried to make cookies. Even the super easy ones that you don't even bake. The problem is I burn popcorn by pushing the popcorn button. Me and cooking don't mix. So... I saw that the peanut butter wasn't creamy enough, so, I put it in the microwave. Next thing I know there are red sparks coming off of the peanut butter. That was fun. And I had Reed stirring, and he burned his finger. Then I dropped the spoon into the pan while it was boiling on the stove. It was great trying to get that out. Yeah, so there's my life in a nutshell.