I’m jealous of a person. Brigham young the alpha of the alphas. Had a whopping 55 wives and who knows how many little young ones. He founded salt lake and has a freaking school named after him, and his beard was grown to literal perfection. I strive to be this man, hard working, beautiful and faithful.

ummm Hello my Penn name is street god I think. But my real life name is Kyler Haehl. Your probably very shaken up after that Huge reveal but its true, its really me. My blogs are pretty basic I just post a picture Sunday night and collect my points for the week. In the instructions it tells me to write some things about me so Im 17 and a senior. if your my white elephant just give me some cash or something.

MINECRAFT BRICK

“your a brick” this is a saying used by myself if you are the most absolutely boring person I’ve ever come in contact with.

Obviously I don’t say this to anyone’s face but maybe to a buddy when “brick” has left.

That’s all.

love is awesome. I love watching super old people that love there spouse more then anything, its great. I hope one day that can be me. I feel like love isn’t what it used to be, now days its different I cant put it into words but its not the same. well at least I think that I don’t actually know what it was like 50 years ago. I saw the old parent trap like the first one and life was just simpler back then. So I know what’s up.

my. friend. said. she. was. going. to. put. a. period. after. every. word. of. her. post. and. I. cant. think. of. anything. else. to. do. so. I’m. going. to. put. a. period. after. every. word. of. my. post.

#stolen.

Your alarm goes off. You press snooze. Your second alarm goes off. You press snooze. You think in your mind you have all the time in the world, don’t worry. But in reality its 7:40 and it takes 10 minutes to drive to school. But you just got out of bed. The only point of going is to get participation points and the only way to get participation points is to be there on time. Your Late. Now you don’t go to class at all, you miss everything the teacher taught and reassure yourself its fine “ill make it up later”. Three class periods in a row this happens. It becomes a routine. Your failing the class, in your head you know you need to go to school but sleeping in strictly feels to nice. Its October eighth and the term ends in four days. Your report card still reads the letter F. Now you start worrying, but you don’t care enough to do the work and get it done, you say “I will do it tomorrow” three days in a row. October twelfth finally rolls around with you having absolutely no work done and a fifty two percent in the class. You get home sit on your phone for eight hours. Its ten pm and you finally sit down at the computer, you take all night finishing 20 missing assignments. The next day your report card shows an A and you realize school is a joke because you do that every term of every year. Of the worry that it might not work out this time but indeed it does every single time.

Not gonna lie nature is chill. That’s where I do all my so called hobbies.

Its some where to get away, take a break, chill with friends do illegal activity.

Waking up in a freezing cold tent with a random person you met yesterday. Its three in the morning and its dumping rain all you can think about is your wet pack that has all your gear in it that you need for the next two nights. You get up and cant find your pack your as confused as a deaf dog, you finally wake up the other boys and ask where they put it. They point to a tree that has my pack hanging from a tree branch ten feet in the air, they didn’t want bears to get to it. All you can think about is going back in your warm sleeping bag. You finally get your bag and put it under a tarp its all wet and your thinking you knew it was going to rain why are you so stupid But at least your back in your sleeping bag.

you and your boy go skiing it dumped 18 inches the night before and your so excited you literally tweaking. no lines no visibility but a bunch of smiles. kinda cringe but kinda cute. you lapping the lift over and over each run gets better and better. but the lift closes at two thirty for some sort of maintenance check thingy. your friend starts crying on your chest as you hug his helmet and you drive your hyped but disappointed buts back home.

Nature gives stories like these.

I love it

that feeling where life doesn’t feel real. like driving home late at night blasting music or skiing a pow day with zero visibility. Going to a party with your boys and laughing historically. Those the memory’s I live for not gonna lie. Or sitting at the top of a jump watching everyone hit it, that’s pretty fire. watching a fish swim up and bite your fly then you set the hook perfectly that tops it. I live for the mems. cry face.