Wednesday, April 6, 2011

There You Go

As it turns out, two notches of gas will not get a car from Provo to American Fork. Two notches barely gets a car from Provo to Orem. FREEWAY FAIL. I still live in the same city where I attended high school. Sometimes certain community events require my presence in the school. It's always strange to go back. It's as though all the memories of those four years, sit and wait, condensing and swirling and never becoming less vivid, until I enter the school again and am hit with glimpses of times gone by. Pajama Pants Tuesday, the journalism lab, my locker that was in the scary Drama hall, the track, and so many great people. Speaking of high school, I can't stop watching Friday Night Lights. And I can't get enough of this song. Chills.

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