I'm going to BOISE, Idaho...

(Not on a mission) 1st road trip of the summer: BOISE, IDAHO.

My travel buddies: Scott, Scott's friend, & my bestie Brenna. Before you think we went for potatoes, our reason was the DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE concert.
I had never officially been to a concert (other than EC free country concerts & the state fair concerts) so I was so stoked to go to Death cab. A huge reason for going was to have one last adventure with Scott before he left for a REAL job in the REAL world of Kansas. As designated driver, Scott set up the whole thing, getting the tickets & finding us a place to stay since the concert was a Saturday night.

The weather was so ugly & rainy/cold...almost snowing, but as soon as we got to Idaho the sky cleared, it was still cold, but the sky was blue. We stopped at the most random hick-town gas station to eat called, "The Garden of Eden," Complete irony being the middle of no where at a gas station with folks talking about hunting and shooting things. After the 4 hour drive, we made it to BOISE, thanks to Scott's GPS. We even had time to spare to "change into our concert clothes." Brenna even pouffed up my hair!

We got there early, in search of the entrance with other fans. We got there & we ALL bought the same exact shirt. We were standing in line behind some cute Idaho-ian boys chatted about their LDS missions. Brenna & I stalked them for a while, but I was too chicken to converse with them. The CONCERT was AMAZING! They played all of my favorites & luckily Scott played ALL the Cd's on the ride there so I knew more than a few songs. There were solos & cute indie rock guys. The whole time we stood & I jammed out dancing.

BUT the greatest SURPRISE of the night was when they played, "The Sound of Settling!" An old song which depicts my recent dating life.

From Idaho, breezy sunny weather, we returned to UT the next day to a blizzard...

*Kudos to Brenna, she didn't know it was an over-nighter in Boise.

DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE:

"I will follow you into the dark"

"Crooked teeth"

"I will possess your heart"

"When soul meets body"

"The Sound of Settling"

(New Moon soundtrack song, "Meet me on the Equinox."

Love means NOTHING...

Player: Adison

Stats Record: EHS JV team, (BYU RM dater)
Description: decent, but doesn't practice
Objective: To win
Summary: HATES losing, so she's still playing

My opponent: baseball boy

Stats Record: No STATS available (BYU/RM Rookie dater)
Description: good, but doesn't use a strategy.
Objective: To hit the ball back into my court.
Summary: Still playing cause I'm still playing

It didn't occur to me until we started playing tennis that our relationship was exactly like the match we were playing. Unpredictable & tiring.

I'll admit, I was on the EHS JV tennis team 6 yrs ago. I picked up my racket at another chance to prove myself & to work on my swing.

In the game of tennis, there are servers and recievers. It can last a long time depending on the players. Love, 15, 30, 40, game point. Zero is actually called love. For beginners, consistency & the more patient player tends to win.

In singles is played between 2 players with smaller boundaries than doubles.

ADISON vs. Baseball boy

To wake up at 5 then play tennis at 7:30 am; I must really I like him.

Game History: This game can only be described as a long & tiring, full of ups & downs. There's no telling when this game will end, but it's getting old. The relationship game started back in January when baseball boy brought himself into the game by asking me on a date. With months of him serving, he abuptly stopped when I didn't want to play. He started hitting aces at me, which hurt my ego. I started hitting back, then it was my turn to play alone. With the game going on for months, I seemed to be taking the lead, but both of us were stuck. DEUCE, (40-all) but to get out of it a player has to win the next 2 points. Things have taken a turn for the worse, injury, but baseball boy seems to be wounded too.

After a grueling hour & a half of playing a tennis game, I concluded that there's a reason why I stopped playing. It's painful. I got a call from him expecting a rematch, after being sore & hurt from the prior tennis match. I declined. I decided it wasn't worth the pain & humilation. I tried & now I'm tired & injured. I'm sure this game of hitting the ball into his court could continue for another set, but I'm done for now.

Like our relationship game, I'm through be played.


Matchpoint: GAME OVER!

"All I ever wanted was a simple way to get over you."

LiFe iS beaUtiFuL...

After 21 years of wonderfully painful experiences I felt that I need to get a new hobby and document my life. This only happens after my 4 years of attending Brigham Young University. A whirlwind of struggles & realizing life passes in a blink of an eye. I've survived numerous broken hearts & a lot more heartbreaking then some people, but I am still hopeful for the future. As a BYU student, from being on warning, probation & suspended twice to academically dismissed for the next two years of my life I've since realized I haven't learned anything academically, but I've learned some tough life lessons. I've met so many different kinds of people; I was there to influence & to be influenced. I've been hated & loved. I've learned of God's infinite love for me as well as others. It's taken me years of counseling and tears to come to the happiness I've felt. I love my life, if life was easy it would be incredibly boring. I know things happen for a reason. For me, BYU was the biggest blessing and self-inflicted trial I have ever experienced. Normally, people come out with a MRS. degree, but I can't explain why I spent so many years at BYU without getting a degree or a husband.

(2 months later)....I now know why I am at this point. Why my time at BYU is over. I was meant to do something greater & harder, something that most people never get the chance to do. I am to do the Lord's work, to serve him for 18 months sacraficing the life that I love. To influence & to be influenced is my mission.

"Life is beautiful, but it's complicated. There are miracles. We let all these moments pass us by..."

I'M ON A BOAT!

"You should just try it. It's not that cold. I'll do it with you!" One would think I would need more of an argument to strip down to my bra & underwear and jump off a small boat into the freezing water at Millsite.

My moment of insanity happened when he took my hand & we jumped.

Another Friday night at home w/my parents watching another random movie that dad picked out from Variety Video. Receiving a text from Weston hours beforehand, I decided to actually hangout w/him. After the annoying game of phone tag, he came in his red jeep. Since our days at SRJH, the adventures of Sponge bob (Weston) & Patrick Star (me) included: going on lots of "unofficial dates," going to Prom together then saying goodbye for 2 years while he served an LDS mission.

At the infamous Grants I learned (to my surprise) we were going to a Millsite bomb fire, which I'd never condescend to attend & Weston never would have even been invited to while in High School. Promising Weston that I would be his wing man, as the night progressed I realized how degrading it is to go from unattainable girl he crushed on to wing man. So I jumped at the first chance to get away from Weston's womanizing ways to go trolling. (In Emery, it's no surprise that trolling is something people would do) "Trolling" for those like me who wouldn't know what it is, is casting a fishing line while out on a boat then cruise around WAITING for fish to take the bait & bite. Dane, Landon, Chad & I trolled & it was pretty useless, not catching or seeing any fish in the dark. Apparently, all of them have caught fish every single time they had trolled. Dane, the driver of the boat, stopped & started to ramble about skinny dipping. Completely, unaware of how serious he was. I was so annoyed that he was still talking. I reassured him that all of us there wouldn't look if he jumped in. Thankfully, he kept his briefs on. I was in an awkward spot being the closest to him. I didn't look at him! Even though it was dark & it took him FOREVER to jump, I was fascinated by the turn of events. I had to encourage him to jump in so he would be in the water instead of a few feet away from me. As he jumped he received applause & cheers from his fellow passengers. Turning back around as Dane skillfully & smoothly climbed back into the boat.

"It's not that cold, you guys should try it!" Landon & Chad both quickly denied Dane's invite. As for me, I couldn't believe he actually did it. Amazed at the stupidity of his actions, I hesitated answering. I couldn't comprehend what had happened. I actually envied him for a split second. Then I started to think, if Dane did it I could do it! Having this constant obsession to outdo people, I shouted, "I have been so sheltered," as I took off my wrapped tied wedges. Stunned, all of the boys, who looked away when Dane took off his clothes & jumped in, stared at me in astonishment. The hardest moment for me was not jumping in, but the seconds before removing my well-thought out outfit. It's just like having a swimming suit on & it's dark, I told myself. I stood there looking into the water deciding if I wanted to get wet and be cold the whole night. Landon assured me that I could use his jacket if worse came to worse.

"I'm not cold anymore. I'll even jump with you!" Dane said, as he grabbed my hand. Once I make up my mind there's no turning back. Dane counted it off "1, 2, 3!" I stepped back pulling him back with my hand. "Wait, okay, go!" "1, 2, 3!" There I was in my underwear, holding Dane's hand (still wet and in his underwear) as I jumped off a boat into the freezing lake with an audience of 2 Emery boys watching. The chill of water, sent shivers up my spine. The biggest rush I had ever felt. Screaming as I swam up for air, the echoes of my accomplishment was heard by Weston as well as the other Emery kids warm by the fire. I couldn't believe I did it. Dane quickly got back into the boat as all three boys got up to help me back in which is harder then what Dane made it look like. I scraped my knee and bruised my other leg as I was pulled back into the boat. As we put our clothes back on, I felt a sense of connectedness. Before, I had never would have guessed I would have shared a liberating experience with him. Dane overwhelmed me w/high fives & his admiration. I felt I conquered the world, well at least Emery County. A part of me wanted to crush those BYU jokes and comments made earlier by everyone there.

As soon as I got back to land consequences caught up to me. I chugged down a whole can of mountain dew*when I drink mountain dew crazy things happen. Not my choice of drink, but it always is w/Weston. I had the worse stomach ache of my life. It was so painful, not only enduring the rest of the hicks sharing their stories around the bomb fire, but having to listen to Weston trying to pick up on a girl. For about 2 hours I sat there unable to move to leave or get away from Weston. More and more super super seniors came & finally about 12:30pm people decided to leave. 8 of us got on to that same boat almost sinking it. Thankfully, Weston journeyed through the dark to grab his jacket for me, because I was all wet. Sitting next to a boy nicknamed Red (for redneck) I watched Weston guide our boat safely all the way back to the other end of the lake. If it couldn't get any worse I endured a car ride w/that girl & her cousin, HE DIDN'T even ask her out! I suffered, trying to be a good wing man letting him talk his next victim around the campfire as I was dying from caffeine. To make it up to me, Weston played & sang some Taylor Swift songs that can be described as painful making me laugh hurting my stomach more. As we arrived to my house, all I wanted to do was to run into my house and chug some alca seltzer. Always the gentleman, he made me wait so he could open my door. I had never gotten into my house so fast closing the door as I heard Weston, apologizing & telling me to call him tomorrow. Truthfully, only w/Weston do random things happen...

"Take this moment capture it, remember it. I don't know how it gets better than this, take my hand & drag me head first FEARLESS!"-Taylor Swift