This week, work. I work 70 hours this week, and every minute... counts. I got an ipod touch which I love! I have been playing around with that a lot.
1.2.3.4.5.6...
And I have been working
8.9.10.11
And working
14.15.16.17.18.19
And every second counts here in this summer. Today it was cold cold in Hurricane. Especially for the summer. I have been reading and playing with owen and katniss and stuie. I have been working.
28.29.30
People at work. People at home. People at work. People in hurricane.
People
People
People
Kittens.
<3 xx
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
underneath
Today. May 22nd.
Today, I went underneath the highschool. I have wanted to go through the tunnels ever since I knew about them. And now they are getting torn down. Me, Shaynae, McKinlye, Coach Kidd, Inca, Robien, and Cat and Larry all went under today. We brought markers and signed our names everywhere. We crawled there in those tunnels for at least an hour. Going through secret passageways, holding on to water pipes. My knees are bruised. It was weird going underneath, underneath something that I walked on every day for four years. Sometimes we just have to dig a bit farther, to find the adventures that could lie underneath.
Underneath today lies a real tragedy, something I wish I would never have to dig up again. But it's due time, to find out what's underneath this facade that we all call life.
Today, Hurricane sits under a valley of smoke, is rimmed with red fire.
And the ashes are all too familiar.
Today, I went underneath the highschool. I have wanted to go through the tunnels ever since I knew about them. And now they are getting torn down. Me, Shaynae, McKinlye, Coach Kidd, Inca, Robien, and Cat and Larry all went under today. We brought markers and signed our names everywhere. We crawled there in those tunnels for at least an hour. Going through secret passageways, holding on to water pipes. My knees are bruised. It was weird going underneath, underneath something that I walked on every day for four years. Sometimes we just have to dig a bit farther, to find the adventures that could lie underneath.
Underneath today lies a real tragedy, something I wish I would never have to dig up again. But it's due time, to find out what's underneath this facade that we all call life.
Today, Hurricane sits under a valley of smoke, is rimmed with red fire.
And the ashes are all too familiar.
Monday, May 21, 2012
life
"I closed the window and watched the rain drops as they traveled down the glass, each one making tiny individual tracks. Some drops ran in a straight line; others meandered in wandering trails before being swallowed up int eh wake of another drop. The rain fell and the water continued to branch out into countless rivers, endlessly moving, endlessly flowing. I closed my eyes and thought about promises and possibilities."
Eclipse
Yesterday really was my birthday. I am nineteen! I had a birthday party on saturday, and hung out with Shaynae, Jennifer, and Tayler. It was... super :) I had a sleep over at Shaynae's aunts house in Toquerville :) Way fun! We (tried to) watch Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. But we were falling asleep so we ran upstairs. We worked on the little farm and I touched a horse! We went to Dairy Queen and me and Shaynae bought our own cake and candles. Lol. On Sunday I went home and ate a good breakfast, ate watermelon too! I got a Fossil dress that is absolutely beautiful and designed by my favorite fashion designers. I got sandals and some money to spend on whatever I want. Shelby got me a backpack that I love. I went to singles ward. I know, what were we thinking. Shaynae and I were pretty much scared the entire time. Then I went to St. George. Gina, Bo, Kylah, Uncle Brent, Grandma, and my family all had a barbeque and watched my birthday eclipse. The eclipse was beautiful. Can't really say anything else about that... After we went to the hospital and visited the Eckleys. When Jill would start crying I would start crying. She misses Pierce and Scarlette. Chad told me that since it was my birthday my sister had to give me a massage and then clean my room. I full-heartedly agreed with him.. I never got my room cleaned.. but I did get a massage from my mom. And Katniss and Owen gave me a ton of kisses!
KATNISS
Katniss has become extra ...annoying. She is still needing to be bottle fed. But now she has turned into an meowing monkey. She uses her new found claws to crawl everywhere.. out of her bed, onto the couches, in my hair. Everynow and then she gets tired and loves to curl up right under your neck :)
And owen was mad that he wasn't on the blog. Katniss and Owen love to fight with eachother.
The other day I drove to Santa Clara and sat by my Aunts grave for awhile. I haven't been there for almost a full year. A full year tomorrow :( I have been thinking about her alot. She truly was amazing, and she would have loved Katniss, and my birthday, and the eclipse. I know that she watched the eclipse with us from her own special spot in heaven.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Riding
"Eventually, I started walking. And I counted. I counted every step until I had left everything behind. The door, the music, the past. I didn't know what else to do. One hundred eighty-five thousand, four hundred and twenty steps."
"You remember the exact number?"
"How could I forget? Every step forward was another day I walked into the future."
"More than five hundred years?"
"It goes by faster than you think."
I know that I haven't blogged for awhile. I haven't thought about anything worthwhile to blog. But today, I remembered.
I was riding on the back of the police boat with my eyes shut. The hot wind taking my breath away with every strong gust. I can't open my eyes, but I don't mind, because I can imagine everything. Everything about this world I love. I love it here. The stinging of the sun rays on my arms. How that St. George sun I know so well reaches out it's tendril arm and embraces me in a hug of heat and happiness. The feeling of water spray on my hot face. I imagine the neon red of the mountains, kissing the pastel blue of the clear sky. I think of my friends and their wind swept hair. My hair now tickles my face and flies behind my head in a crazy tangle. I imagine driving at sunrise, how the hard lines of the mountains manage to blur together in colors of green, orange, red, and blue. God's work of art he painted with a paint brush, just for me. I imagine the familiar smiles, the conversations of shared memories, lying in the hot grass.
And when I imagine home, all of this floods into my mind in an inevitable flash flood. How could I forget each step I take, it's another step towards my future.
And me and Dennis talk about other cities we have lived in, other cities we have lived.
"Dennis, of all the places you have been, you have lived, which is your favorite?"
Dennis contemplates this for an eternity.
"Sierra, I don't know how you feel, but Southern Utah? It scoops you up and you know, you know! that you will never again be able to call anywhere else home."
"Yeah, I know."
I was lying in bed thinking the other night, about my past feelings and my choices I created from those feelings. I realized what it is that I am. Who it is that I am. I moved to Logan with a "Live without Limits" kind of mindset. Just like in this book. I wanted no one to know me, to prejudge me. I wanted my history to be erased. Once I was there, living, without any limits. I realized that memories are all that I am. All that I was made up of. And there was no one there that knew, no one there that wanted to know. I like limits. I like having people already know who I am. I like who I am down here. Down here, I am real, I am myself, I am Sierra.
So in between these red mountains and underneath the red hot sun, I will create my story.
Live my Life.
"You remember the exact number?"
"How could I forget? Every step forward was another day I walked into the future."
"More than five hundred years?"
"It goes by faster than you think."
I know that I haven't blogged for awhile. I haven't thought about anything worthwhile to blog. But today, I remembered.
I was riding on the back of the police boat with my eyes shut. The hot wind taking my breath away with every strong gust. I can't open my eyes, but I don't mind, because I can imagine everything. Everything about this world I love. I love it here. The stinging of the sun rays on my arms. How that St. George sun I know so well reaches out it's tendril arm and embraces me in a hug of heat and happiness. The feeling of water spray on my hot face. I imagine the neon red of the mountains, kissing the pastel blue of the clear sky. I think of my friends and their wind swept hair. My hair now tickles my face and flies behind my head in a crazy tangle. I imagine driving at sunrise, how the hard lines of the mountains manage to blur together in colors of green, orange, red, and blue. God's work of art he painted with a paint brush, just for me. I imagine the familiar smiles, the conversations of shared memories, lying in the hot grass.
And when I imagine home, all of this floods into my mind in an inevitable flash flood. How could I forget each step I take, it's another step towards my future.
And me and Dennis talk about other cities we have lived in, other cities we have lived.
"Dennis, of all the places you have been, you have lived, which is your favorite?"
Dennis contemplates this for an eternity.
"Sierra, I don't know how you feel, but Southern Utah? It scoops you up and you know, you know! that you will never again be able to call anywhere else home."
"Yeah, I know."
I was lying in bed thinking the other night, about my past feelings and my choices I created from those feelings. I realized what it is that I am. Who it is that I am. I moved to Logan with a "Live without Limits" kind of mindset. Just like in this book. I wanted no one to know me, to prejudge me. I wanted my history to be erased. Once I was there, living, without any limits. I realized that memories are all that I am. All that I was made up of. And there was no one there that knew, no one there that wanted to know. I like limits. I like having people already know who I am. I like who I am down here. Down here, I am real, I am myself, I am Sierra.
So in between these red mountains and underneath the red hot sun, I will create my story.
Live my Life.