Dear Eva Peron

I still don't know if it's pronounced Eva or Ava, but anyways your blog is one of the best. All of you have read her blog because it's "famous" and stuff.

When I first pulled your name I got super excited. I mean, who wouldn't? You have made top 5 3 times and you have a bunch of awesome quotes and poems. Your worst post is better than my best. So props to you for being one of the best on here.

These teenage years, they're open late. I don't mean supermarket late, were talking barefoot jaywalking, windows down, loud music, whispered voices because mom's asleep

Late.

But mom can be harder to avoid then the current middle east.

And my nuclear war head heart has been beating a little harder lately.

If I fall, look for the crash, because NO ONE will be left standing.

And a quiet exchange will be culmination of something quite extraordinary.

Time is my greatest enemy,

Except, your enemy isn't supposed to be something you want more of.

Now for the explanation. I took some of my favorite quotes by you and a few quotes from the real Eva Peron, and tried to make a poem about it. So basically a grand theft poetry of you and the real Eva. Sorry if it doesn't make a whole lot of sense. I just think in a different way than most.

I don't know you that well Brooklyn, other then we read each other's blogs, we follow each other on Instagram, and one of my friends took you to prom last year. But you seem super cool. You're writing is amazing and I can tell you write all of it straight from your heart. Your writing makes me think hard. It almost always has a deeper meaning(whether you've intended that or not). All of my posts have had one and they're really hard to understand. 

I should probably stop rambling about how good your stuff is. It's probably getting old. But thanks for your writing.

Mountain Nomad

Err I mean Spencer Smith.

But you can call me spence.

Umm

Sometimes it's hard to find a good first line,

And so is getting up for the journal jam.

It's like the feeling inside, when you know there's fireworks, but your heads so heavy you can't look up.

You know you won't regret it, but that first step is hard.

And so life goes on

My friend just visited church.com and called that good for the day.

My friend was content, but it hurt me.

And pain is a flower most people pull from their garden.

Life is hard guys.

But some days I'm just pretending to shiver.

The most important lesson I've learned is being happy is a choice.

I see life as a journey, and I'm just trying to fall in love with mine.

I suggest you do too.

I'm the 17 year old calvin

When you see me in the halls, I will be smiling. I'm a happy guy. Life couldn't be better.

But it's not perfect either

I'm one of the most competitive people I know. I HAVE to win. I've gotten better at hiding my emotions when losing, but it's still very much there

I've never made top 5 or probably been considered for it, not on any one's #stolen page, and gosh dang it Nelson, the only picture from my journal that you've shown is the someone else page.

And I'm going to get lots of views on this post, because most will think it's my reveal but i've already done it. And you guys will be dissapointed and not comment.

My dad tells me to do my homework, 

My mom says I'm way too skinny, 

My sister says I'm stupid

Girls adore me(hahahaha jk)

My grandma says to eat more, 

My friends say I talk not enough or too much, 

And my young men leader's tell me to pay attention.

And I tell them to leave me alone

Because I don't care what they think. If they don't like me that's their problem!

I don't have a name for my pen name, someone I'm aspiring to be. And that's for a reason too.

I'm a nomad, by definition I wander around and do whatever the heck I want. Whether it's in the mountains, my journal or my basement, I'm just here for the thrill of it.

The REAL introduction

I've been hiding behind a mask. You have too. But even batman has to take his off on occasion.

You might not know who I am, and you might not even care.

 I know I'm not your favorite blogger and this might be the first time you have looked at mine.

Here are some things about me:

• I love camping
• I wear short shorts more often than I'd like to admit
• I'm a runner(yes i enjoy it, it's not as bad as you think)
• I've never broken a bone, but I've had countless "invisible" injuries
• I cry more than most guys
• Dance parties happen quite often with my 3 year old brother
• I've been on top of every mountain in Utah county
• If you are what you eat, I'm a animal cracker

And I am Spencer Smith

"Messy" tunes

Apparently I'm messy.

My room is messy, my car is, my backpack, my closet, and my music too.

Wait. Messy music?

I don't know, go ask my dad

Last time I checked tribal seeds and coldplay weren't messy... But whatever.

But while my dad is rocking out to his Patsy Cline, his "neat" music isn't too neat to me.

Music is a type of art, just one you have to feel, not look at. It's different for every person.

Like Mr. Nelson likes Paris and Ketchikan likes Ketchikan( i've been there, cool place) and Courtney Rome likes Rome( just a guess), and how I like the mountains.

So next time my parents ask me what I'm doing, I'm working on an art project 😉

Winter is on the way

There's a chance of snow tomorrow, but when I look outside the tree next to my house hasn't lost a single leaf.

My neighbors wood-burning stove is working hard and the thermometer just hit 47°. 

But winter is a good time of year.

Winter is when you snowshoe up mountains and then ski down.



Winter is when the funnest moments you can't feel your fingers and toes.

Winter is when mom has hot apple cider and toffee waiting for you at the door.

And because the birdsong might be pretty, but it's not for you they sing. If you think winter is too cold, then you don't deserve my spring.

The proper way of bushwacking up a mountain

Things needed: a mountain

1. Find every possible way up, then pick the 2nd hardest one.
2. Start hiking up.  If there are any little (10-20) foot cliffs nearby, climb them.
3. Take pictures(throughout the hike).
4. Get at least 15 scratches on your legs.
5. Once you reach the top, do some kind of a cool dance move(personally I do the lawnmower).
6. Do something stupid on the way down.
7. If you are not sore the next day, you didn't go up fast enough.