Pretend this isn't the creepiest picture you've ever seen.

For those of you that know me well, you know that my imagination is wild and my dreams even wilder. I'm talking seriously out of control. When I was in elementary school my friends told me I should make a journal of my dreams and then get it published because they are outrageously entertaining! If only real life could be as exciting. You see, at least three times a week I wake up with some fantastical adventure to share with my roommates but last weekend I had a dream too insane not to share with all of you beautiful people.
In my dream, I was a cast member at the Playmill, a small but renowned theater in West Yellowstone, and along with my friend we had put together this show about an elephant named, get this, Ella. Original right? The show consisted of us doing dance numbers and skits from different eras in history. We did one as Adam and Eve, Egyptians, medieval times, Pride and Prejudice, the roarin' twenties, the Great Depression, World War II, Grease, hippies, ya know, the whole works. Weird. It was so so weird. I can still remember some of the dance moves we did, which were, by the way, AWESOME. The Grease skit was a compilation of all the songs from the movie combined in one really long dance number complete with costumes and a fancy car like in the movie. (P.S. What kind of car is that?) We were a hit. We had fans. After the show little kids were running up to Ella and taking picture with her. We were receiving fan mail. It was hilarious.
Anyway, the reason for the picture is because this is almost exactly what the elephant costume looked like except it wasn't pink. How creepy is that?! With adventures like that who wouldn't want to dream all day everyday?

Dear you,

I dreamt about you again last night. I don't know why I can't get over you; I just can't. I can’t help it. I can’t help but think about you anytime I hear your name or see someone with the same color of hair or hear that infectious laugh. It's pathetic really. It's as if you just keep coming up. Everywhere I go, everything I see reminds me of you. I wish I could block out those memories; just forget about everything, but I don't want to. I don't need to. Those memories are so good. Even now as I think back upon the adventures we had together, the moments when everything seemed ethereally perfect, I can't help but smile. So, why do I feel this way? Why am I full of feelings of regret at the things I left unsaid, the things that I never felt needed to be said?
Things are getting harder. The more space and time that comes between us the more I realize you've become a mere figment of my imagination. Reality has faded. I've forgotten this simple, but blatantly obvious truth; we've grown up and grown apart. We've become adults with responsibilities and experiences that have shaped us into the people we are; people so different from the kids we were.
I wish you were here. I shouldn't. You're not. You're a world away, a world that you are supposed to be in. Maybe I'm just lonely. Maybe I just want a Someone, not a You. Something about that doesn't feel right though, because that's not me. I'm independent. I'm crazy, obnoxious, loud and fun. I don't need a Someone. I don't need a You. I guess I just need a Me.

Oh.... crap

This is one of those times for Cami.

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Burgdom

AH! I've fallen remarkably behind in updating you guys! Life has been wonderful and crazy, well and sometimes not so wonderful. As the temperature goes up, my motivation to do homework goes down. Thank goodness it's midterms-- maybe, just maybe, I will be able to refocus my efforts and actually get on top of things this next half.
Enough of that boring stuff! This past weekend I went on a date with such a nice kid and he took me around to take pictures of what I will always remember about Rexburg. I might have gone a little bit crazy with the camera, but I think it turned out well. He even made a little video for me. What can I say, we're pretty professional videographers.

P.S. pretend there's some epic adventure music in the background. 

Something like Star Wars,

Lord of the Rings

or Pirates of the Caribbean.

Thank you Bathroom Stall Singer, thank you.

I just enjoyed the vocal creations of some random girl in the stall next to me as she unashamedly (is that a word) and unrelentingly sang Lady Gaga's Bad Romance whilst taking care of business. Thank you for making my bathroom experience a bit brighter. You win all the points for the day.