• I’m in a really old state
• I’m jumping on rental beds
• I’m not fashionable enough for the upcoming Fashion Week
• I’m chewing on 10 tic tacs at the same time
• I’m listening to Earls Sweatshirt
• I could use another sweatshirt because I’m kind of cold
• I’m really excited to fly away this weekend!

Over the weekend, I got to go to Utah during Sundance. A majority of this film festival is held in Park City, which from what I could gather, is a tiny town on the top of a snowy mountain with one main street strip that was built by elves for wealthy people who love furry shoes, porcelain naked grandmother dolls, Navajo Indians, and a challenging parking situation.

Park city had no parking, so our car load of people left the car at the bottom and took a full bus up this hill. The air was so cold and the fog was so thick, that the windows of the bus were too fogged to look out of. I passed the time writing words on the glass with my fingertip in half hopes that it would fog up before someone could read it.

We walked around in the snow. Slid our wet shoes around an empty mall. Ate candy that came on sticks. Went to a show where a 12 year old played covers of C+C Music Factory with her violin. Made monsters out of pizza crust. I mixed different Pepsi products in hopes of creating the perfect beverage. I tried making a note into a piece of origami with no idea what I was doing. I had a great day in a completely foreign place.

On the bus ride back down the hill, the snow was too treacherous and so we had to get out and take a long walk the rest of the way, in the ice and snow. I anticipated being cold and tired and walking for far longer than my physical state would allow.

About 5 minutes of following the path of slow moving people, slush, and unexpected puddles, I began to wonder why no one was breaking in all of the fresh white snow that lined the lawns along the sidewalks. I jumped into dust-like snow that went up to my knees and began to cause harmless destruction upon nature. Soon enough, my friends joined in and we shoved each other into beds of snow. Once our hands seemed numb enough to not understand how cold it was, we made snowballs and threw them down the street aiming at each other but hitting innocent grumpy pedestrians and extremely cynical children, along the way.

We made snowballs from the fluffy white snow, the muddy shoe stomped snow, the compacted snow on car windshields, even bricks of glorified ice that were almost to heavy to throw and able to give you a concussion. We ran down the entire path laughing at someones misfortune when the got hit, then laughing even harder to see that snow covered face laughing back at you, laughing at them.

When we reached the car nearly an hour later, it seemed like 5 minutes had passed, I was freezing cold while sweating, I had no idea how we found our way, and my entire everything ached from smiling for so long. Which pretty much sums up how I feel at the end of every adventure I’ve gone on, so far, this year.

I had never gotten in such an epic snow ball fight before. I loved every moment of it.

Here’s some other things I love about life, right now:Taking group photos while people prepare for group photos

Colorful shoe laces

Making up imaginary suggestions

goodbye hugs from new acquaintances

Finding out that someone can juggle. (I bet you know more jugglers than you think you do)making silly faces back and forth with babies

Big warm layers of clothingSharing

Kissing a bearded face

Finding the perfect ray of sun to stand in for warmth on cold daysDrawing out seating arrangements

Being so happy, that I accidently dance (photo thanks to Jason Hudson)

Meeting people through something as petty as finding out that you’re both wearing the same thing

Making a snow bin, when you don’t know how to make an actual snow man

Relaxing in christmas trees that are laid out on the streetHaving someone to draw with

Challenging myself not to laugh at this possum impression

Seats that you can dangle your feet off of

Making a Dio joke, blasting Iron Maiden, and pretending to be metal once in a while

Kicking up snow

Breaking in new boots

Honorable Mentions:

• I Like Lovelys take on my Love Flyers!
• Chocolate coconut water
• Mackerel sashimi thats been seared
• Alex and Daves “&” show
• Re listening to Quasimoto
• When AJ walks me to the train after work.
• Playing a Pandora station and guessing how many songs it’ll take for a certian artist to play. (Example: Only two other bands play on The Smiths station before a Cure song gets played)
• Watching spooky movies with people who scare easily
• Going into a restaurant where they already know your order
• Bite sized foods
• NoBrow coffee in Salt Lake City
• Chasing bouncy balls around
• Being greeted at the airport with a sign
• Falling asleep watching old cartoons
• Looking up record stores in Japan and daydreaming about it for fun
• Sams fancy hand-me-down clothes
• Indie Game: the movie
• this amazing sandwich: grilled chicken, sprouts, basil, hummus, avocado, prosciutto, and mozzarella in.awrap.
• Getting to see Refused play in April!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Have you met my friend Jeremy?

The day I met Jeremy, we got locked inside of a dark room somewhere in the Scientology Celebrity Center. We’ve been trying to find new adventures in new cities ever since.

Jeremy is one of the kindest people that everyone who will ever meet him will ever know.

Heres some other reasons why he’s rad:

• He makes the best mixes
• His job includes climbing amps and rafters on a nightly basis
• His only tattoo says “Pizza” and looks like it may have been done in prison
• He gets along with nearly everyone, but he does have two arch enemies. AC Slater and Kenan Thompson
• He owns every Belle and Sebatian record ever made
• Hes moshed underneath the Eiffel Tower
• His 4 Square pages’ only check-ins at Arbys and Planned Parenthoods around the United States
• He has an irrational hatred for vegetables
• He knows the extensive history of Doritos

Jeremy tours for most of the year, so when I get to see him, its sometimes only for hours at a time. Last time I had such an encounter with him was at FFF Fest, in Texas. With his knee newly fractured, we gimped away from the dust storm of a festival to eat BBQ’ed meats and with the only markers in my pocket an the back side of a childs menu, I made him fill this out

Jeremy’s band, Touche Amore, is touring Europe next month where you can probably find him running between a stage and a merch booth or desperately searching for American food and flat water.