man of my own house

& why can i ice skate?

last weekend i had the privilege of enjoying a lovely and relaxing weekend at home in the heart of utah i was panic flown home to be around my family. i was feeling low and my soul was essentially begging for a creative outlet. my littlest brother andrew (16) and i;

so, that’s exactly what we did; i ‘threw a fit..’ behind the camera. acted like a mad man, of my own house.

then we went ice skating.

amusez-vous!

whew! thats a lot. felt good.

and finally, exactly what you came for..

ice skating;

in the literal heart of provo. it’s 7 pm. i am wearing my ‘make your own money, marry someone funny’ hat. ***!FLORESCENT!*** overhead lighting, pitbull playing on the intercom speaker, a disassociated me suspiciously observing folks on their first dates- is this what it’s like to date? lord.. no, god. please. no, gosh*. nobody stands a chance against this lighting, thank go- for my hat. i sit. my hands aren’t working super well (eh, health issues, no worries) my little brother’s friend, comes over, unlaces and re-laces my ice skates- gentlemen do still exist, ladies- and now i’m ready to go..

to the motherf*cking olympics because why can i;

have a lovely rest of your sunday. try not to be too threatened.