Dear Diary,
This blog starts way back a week and a half ago in Salt Lake City.

Lee and Kami's yard fell victim to a microburst or something and the trees were tipped over.

Karlee's friend got married and Karlee was in the line. I take good wedding pictures don't I?

We also saw Steff! She watched Benchwarmers with us and I went to the wedding with her.

Then, a couple of days ago, EZIZ and I went bowling. They played Jimmy Eat World and IZ complained about the music ruining his game. He scored pretty well in spite of the situaish.

So, I always wanted to be one of those hardcore street photogs who took photos of homeless people but, I'm a little timid about the whole thing. I figured out the perfect line to approach people and tested it on some sad kids. I just walked up and said, "Excuse me, I'm blogging here," took the picture and walked off.

"Guess what? Now this is happening."

I want to get a tattoo of this because I think it would make me look a little more thuggish.