Thursday, August 25, 2011

the first of my college pictures

this is miss. K. she came to my house the night before i moved out. this is her impression of her brother I. after being stung by a bee. "it was a killer bee. I'm going to die I'm going to die. ahhhh{tears begin and trying starts}"
the day i moved out. i miss the other smith family already. we dont see them enough


 Yoga ladies
umm... have you ever seen something like this?  so funny i thought it was so funny.


so. i was getting a little high school home sick and then i saw this... marching band. bahaha this is so SMALL i laughed for about twenty minutes and then i realized people thought i was a freak for laughing at this marching band. but when you come from a school with a gillion {yup that is a number} kids in marching band then you come to college and this looks like a happy meal.
 not BYU this man was walking around campus walking awkwardly while smoking a pipe. he looked so ... relaxed... psh i wonder why!


so the picture wouldnt rotate again.. annoying. i love this picture. dont worry we are wearing pants mom. and yes we are in the library. trying to spice things up over her at usu

this picture wouldn't rotate either... lame these ones are some of the best.

i am not giving birth in this picture. that's what W. said i was doing... well I'm not i was actually helping her climb the sweet tree


S. and i were in the boy's dorms and and this is what they had for decoration... we wrote them a note telling them we thought it was cool. unfortunately this picture also is sucking butt and wont turn either
 what is with this picture? oh yeah i took a creeper picture and yeah they totally saw me haha. the girl is back hand stroking the guy's back. awkward. T. and i were staring at them for like five minutes and they totally sat up and glared at us. {sorry new computer i don't know how to rotate the pictures right yet}

here is a sample of what is about to come... a playground of art. fun. you should be jealous. have a good night I'm going to bed finally.

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