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When I was in jr. high, I spent all my awkward days listening to and obsessing over the Beatles. strawberry fields takes me to those days of Tweety Bird sneakers and puff-paint cat shirts. I must travel backwards in time in order to figure out what I want in four months. I still don't know what to do. But I am newly reminded that I never could decide between John and Paul. I know that George is the most admirable, but I admit I follow the power figures. John or Paul, John or Paul, John or Paul.......John would go to Japan, for sure. Meet Yoko's parents. Or moon Yoko's parents. And Paul.....Paul would just make crappy sap music (except I do love C Moon), looking wistfully into campfires.
This isn't helping.

decision-making time draws near............

I have decided I am no longer mature or capable enough to manage the affairs of my own existence. I am considering outsourcing my life goal planning to people I admire most in life. As I was coming to this conclusion, I stepped out of the celestial room in the Logan temple and ran smack dab into Rexburg's very own Bro. Samuelsauce who I'm still not sure why he was in Logan at the temple at the same time I was. Coincidence? Probably. Even when he was my school schedule guidance counselor/advisor he was never really good at telling me what to do. He did command me to email him, which I shall do directly. Tomorrow.

A positive note: I've been recruited and paid off to try out a different survival camp program this summer, this one in Lehi. I'm going back on the trail, folks, and this time I'll be making fire out of sagebrush instead of yucca which means I won't have to rush to Arizona during the Apocalypse. Huzzah, huzzah.