"The good thing about cheese is that it covers a multitude of sins."
-cooking wisdom from my Midwestern grandmother


I'm *officially* graduating on Friday, which means nothing to me except that my parents convinced some family to come into town. So that part's cool. When your family is spread out over all of the West (Midwest included), it gets hard to see each other. My parents and I have various church things, and my cousins have tennis lessons and college visits. We live in different worlds, but I can show them my 'good for right now' Salt Lake City, which I adore.

Good for right now. Maybe not good for later. God and time will tell. Right now I am enjoying the springtime and finally exploring my neighborhood without all of the snowy parts. There is a lot more to explore here than there was in the suburbs. The thing is, though, is that I am outnumbered by the hippies. They are everywhere, with their veganism, and their drum circles, and dreadlocks. There is no sense of Midwestern common sense. So many of these people look like characters that Fred Armisen has dreamed up. I guess they go home to their real families, and probably have to eat blandly healthy foods (without cheese, imagine that), so I suppose I shouldn't complain about them. They have their own problems to deal with, too...problems like which organic soy organic dairy-free milk is the best.

I am more cynical than I realize from day to day, but I am grateful that God can work on the worst of our hearts.

I think I took a break from exercise because I took a break from books. It was only fair. Except my body forgot what it was like to run and do push-ups and feel good again, so I am too pumped to sleep for my early morning job. My little upstairs bedroom is already summer-hot and I am wondering when that happened. It's nice to sleep with the windows open, except people are actually out late in Salt Lake. My neighbors chant and laugh and drink Fat Tire (how, I don't know) noisily out my window. I can see the Wells Fargo building out the same window, and it always reminds me of the time Nick tricked me into going and taking photos there for him. Salt Lake is good and nice, but I just wish I could replace Wells Fargo for the forest in my grandma's Michigan backyard. I still have dreams about that house and I am so happy to go back. I'm so happy to have family in town for my graduation so I can show them what life is like in not-so-dull Utah.

Enough rambling.
Sailor Jerry's and Dr. Pepper.
Goodnight Moon, goodnight Utah.