make plans to break plans.

parker says: this week has been VERY eye-opening. you might recognize the title of this entry from an old academy is... song (before they sold out.) my plans for the fall and winter were very opposite to that which I am experiencing now. adding to the fact that I am working on my career right now in marketing and advertising, i will also be continuuing my education at the university of utah. basically, my plans were to move to provo and go into their advertising program and hopefully share paper-thin walls with best of friends while working on my local music scene acceptance. but.... what I have learned from this revealing week is that I am just a salt lake guy. i love the smell, the setting, and the ability to stick out while also finding people that share your interests and humor. i am hoping to move to sunnyside and le grand and land a job in the spring where i can wear a twede suit with a dark yellow sweater to the office.

Margo and the Deer

I keep hearing that "So long sweet summer " song in my head by Dashboard Confessionals. Listening to that song im sitting here thinking of this summer and what it has meant to our lives. I'm pretty sure we have found out, that its not smart to hang out with girls that have boyfriends and girls we have no interest in, but for some reason date. I'm going to miss the poolside meetings that have made their place for body oil and short shorts ( Guys and Girls). I always feel that summer is unconsiciously a time to prepare for who you will be in the year to come. For some reason, I had to learn a few lessons that I hope will never come back ever again. Well I was going to talk more about this past summer, but we all know that this summer will always be covered and remembered as the summer of Margo and the deer! I hit a dead deer on the road, and it smelt worse than any possible smell that could ever be dreamt of or thought of. Try taking a poop then taking it out and steaming your shower the best you can, and leave it there for three days, and I'm pretty sure you would never ever get close to how bad that stupid deer smelt. For some reason that smell led me to a small french mistress's house late at night. She must have liked the smell, before I knew it, I was sprawled out on her front lawn. You would have thought she was eating peach cobler by the intesity of her desires. Well I asked to go to the bathroom, and yes I jumped out the window. I ran like Joseph, of course I felt bad and went back and made some dumb lie. The underlying theme is, I made the right choice and got out of there. Well I dont know wh I had to hit that Deer. I am optimistic that Fall will let me know, who knows?

The other night me(Scotty) and Dave showed up to a girls house with Adam. I was on the phone and had to pee. I decided to be a gentleman and not pee while on the phone with a girl. I waited till i finished my conversation, then proceeded to the loo. Nice clean bathroom. Upon arriving at my desired location in the restroom i slowly lifted the lid to find what had been waiting for me. No, there was not some large log, no skidmarks along the ivory, not even yellow water. What i stumbled upon was what most males try to forget about. Yes, there it was staring me in the face. The crimson water and the stained "pon" floating. Suddenly my urge to urinate was lost, vanished in a moment of disgust and comedy. I did, in this moment, what any gentleman would......i texted dave, telling him to check the toilet, but not telling him what was laying there. I washed my hands and exited the loo. Within moments, coincidentally Dave had the sudden urge to relieve himself. Not wanting to put this nice young lady through embarrassment, Dave peed and flushed. Laughs were shared throughout the night in waves of inside humor only understood to us.       

Every week we go to the Gallivan for the free concerts they put on. Even if it isn't a good band, the people watching is incredible. From drunk dancing old men, to creepy homeless old men, to the wide variety of the so-called "indie" crowd in Utah. I usually take my camera. Everytime i go i see at least one person that i know by facebook but i dont know in real life. If you are a regular facebook user you know exactly what i am talking about.  You see this person and you know so much about them, such as who their best friends are, their last boyfriend/girlfriend, current boyfriend/girlfriend,  where they went on their last vacation, etc. Yet when you pass by each other there is no sign of acknowledgment, no wave, no smile, nothing. You know their little sisters name, but you two won't even say hi in public. Fascinating. I thought that i may be just a straight up creeper then realized i am not the only one. Whenever i post new pictures on facebook i always get such random peoples comments. I have had people that in my first conversation with them have tell me how much they liked my photos from the "suffer for fashion" album. I met a girl on campus and talked to her for a while, but didnt ask for her number or anything. Later that day i was online and noticed that me and this girl were already facebook friends. For how long? i dont know. Did she know all along that we were fb friends while we were talking? because i had no idea. Strange how facebook keeps us in touch with our friends and keeps us in touch with strangers as well. I wonder who is all looking at my page and knows all this information about me. But honestly, is there anything we can do to change it? doubt it. So in conclusion: let the stalking continue..

Skinny Jeans & Skinny Bikes

As Parker and myself (Dave) were crossing 7th east on friday night to watch fireworks at the oh-so-cultural event of Pioneer Day at Liberty Park itself, we were almost hit by a boy on a bike. Yeah, one of those old style, skinny road bikes (as pictured above). We laughed and said, "skinny jeans on a skinny bike" being that he had his skinnies on.

Then we both wondered... when did road bikes all the sudden become the cool thing to have? I mean when I'm on campus, walking to my International Relations class, I can't tell if I'm going to school or if I'm amidst the "Tour de France." It seems that there are more road bikes chained up outside the library then there are legs to pedal them. What happened to the super cool mountain bikes that everyone used to own? Apparently they are not cool anymore, not even the BMX bikes with pegs. As for me and my "Mtn. Tek" mountain bike of old, I guess I'll just donate it to charity or something, if I can find where it is. As for the skinny jeans, well, you don't have to worry about them getting caught in the chain of your skinny bike. However, in the event that they did get ripped up in the chain....well, just roll them up and convert them to cut-offs, Scotty can give you the details...

Blood Bank.

Speaking of blood banks..... this blog is a symbol of the start of a new chapter, season if you will. 08-09 was a great beginning, but 09-10 is where you'll see combinations of leaving behind old connections, East High experimentation, and more Zuuricks and scarves than Seth Cohen himself.

Photography by Scotty Barth.