I finally did IT.

Okay, let's not be dramatic.

I didn't go getting married on anyone.

Remember when I said I made a "decision, decision?"

Wellllll. Turns out I failed miserably at the decision, decision. (This isn't a first.)

Really no decision was made, so I didn't go to Havasupai OR Seattle... double you tee???

I have this complex with making people happy. Weird, I know. If I bailed on either, someone was going to be sad, and I didn't have enough money- so I didn't go at all. Really smart, Jensen. And then... dun, dun, dun- I grew up and became the person you all know and love today. Feisty and employed.

It is my pride and joy to announce to you, that after 2 long, gruesome years...

(And after successfully finding boys who were big enough suckers to take us to Havasupai LAST summer--- )

I MADE MY WAY TO SEATTLE!!!

If you don't know how badly I've ALWAYS wanted to travel here, then you don't know me at all, and you should stop reading now. But let's get real for a second, you will probably keep reading because I am intriguing and even though I am a little bit emotionally abusive- people always stick around in relationships like this. You are probably finding a reason to believe that this is all your fault that and that you deserve it, and, well, maybe you do. It isn't my fault we aren't friends! I am a popular person and can only be so many places at once.

Anyway. Now that I have weaned out the weak ones.

Let's enjoy this moment together.

It could have a lot to do with the fact that we got the most beautiful weekend in the whole world. But this trip was absolutely amazing. I love being (kind of) old and (not really) mature and going on destination weddings. Special thanks to these two for making this trip possible- and by "these two" I mean, Brandon and Malia, as well as Leslie and Stacie. Without the wedding, I would have never been able to use my justification skills and persuasive powers to take a fun weekend trip.

Please take the time to go here. I feel like I will like you so much more after you do.

(and I INSIST that you try your patience at Pike's Market until someone orders a fish and they throw it over your head and across the room.)

Ya, I am sort of into that flying fish kind of thing now a days.

Call me crazy!

Provo< Salt Lake< Seattle.

There, I said it.

(you should also know it took me a couple tries to pass math 1010, so maybe that equation has a LITTLE room for adjustment.)