as mentioned before, this is the last week tropical sno will be open.



sad.

ha. not for us. personally, i'm sick of having two jobs.

anyway.
saturday is the last official day. and in celebration, everything, and i mean everything, will be 50 cents all day. we just need to get rid of everything.
so. spread the word. evan and i will be there approximately 11-4.
we really like visitors.
see you there.

new happenings.

tropical sno is closing.
friday.

and

i made a new blog.
feel free to follow.

evankirby.blogspot.com

evan

"I don't make films but if I did they'd have a Samurai"

anybody else love the song One Week?

well. it's a lot better when you can sing along and know all the words.

here is your chance.

feel free.

It's been one week since you looked at me

Cocked your head to the side and said "I'm angry"

Five days since you laughed at me saying

"Get that together come back and see me"

Three days since the living room

I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you

Yesterday you'd forgiven me

but it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry

Hold it now and watch the hoodwink

As I make you stop, think

You'll think you're looking at Aquaman

I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss

I like the sushi

'cause it's never touched a frying pan

Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes

Big like LeAnn Rimes

Because I'm all about value

Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits

You try to match wits, you try to hold me but I bust through

Gonna make a break and take a fake

I'd like a stinkin achin shake

I like vanilla, it's the finest of the flavours

Gotta see the show, cause then you'll know

The vertigo is gonna grow

Cause it's so dangerous,

you'll have to sign a waiver

How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad

Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad

I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral

Can't understand what I mean?

Well, you soon will

I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve

I have a history of taking off my shirt

It's been one week since you looked at me

Threw your arms in the air

and said "You're crazy"

Five days since you tackled me

I've still got the rug burns on both my knees

It's been three days since the afternoon

You realized it's not my fault

not a moment too soon

Yesterday you'd forgiven me

And now I sit back and wait til you say you're sorry

Chickity China the Chinese chicken

You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'

Watchin' X-Files with no lights on

We're dans la maison

I hope the Smoking Man's in this one

Like Harrison Ford I'm getting frantic

Like Sting I'm tantric

Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy

Like Kurasawa I make mad films

Okay, I don't make films

But if I did they'd have a Samurai

Gonna get a set a' better clubs

Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs

Just so my irons aren't always flying off the back-swing

Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon

'Cause the cartoon has got the boom anime babes

That make me think the wrong thing

How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad

Tryin' hard not to smile though I feel bad

I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral

Can't understand what I mean?

Well, you soon will

I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve

I have a history of losing my shirt

It's been one week since you looked at me

Dropped your arms to your sides

and said "I'm sorry"

Five days since I laughed at you and said

"You just did just what I thought you were gonna do"

Three days since the living room

We realized we're both to blame,

but what could we do?

Yesterday you just smiled at me

Cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry

It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry

It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry

Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie

Evan.

Timp will surely be the death of me...

I knew it was a bad idea when I saw the lightning storms rolling in. We had been hiking for two hours now and were about a fourth of the way to the top of Mount Timpanogos. The rest of our group had gone ahead at a faster pace, leaving us to fend for ourselves. We still had plenty of time to make it to the top before sunrise but with the storm coming towards us, the top didn’t sound too pleasant. “We will be fine! It won’t even make it to us,” said Lexi right when a raindrop hit my head. “Right,” I replied with sarcasm in my tone of voice.

That’s when Kenton felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Our cell phones hadn’t had service for the past few miles and we knew we wouldn’t get it back until we reached the top, so him receiving a text came by chance. It was from Christian, who originally was planning on joining us on the hike but had to stay at home sick. It read, “You guys need to get out of there as soon as possible! I just checked the weather and there is going to be a lightning storm hitting in about an hour.”

All of our faces went white with terror. We knew that we needed to be out of the meadows before the lightning started or we would surely be struck. What about the rest of our group who went ahead? The only thing we could do was try to catch up to them and deliver the news. We ran but could only go so far. It was hopeless. They were too far ahead of us now. There we stood pondering on what to do. “Maybe we should just keep going and it will clear up,” stated Matt. The clouds above looked like hornets nests ready to burst with chaos. “No, we need to go.” I said. Matt wanted to make another attempt at trying to catch up with them and insisted on making one last sprint up the mountain by himself. Not a minute later we heard him scream for help. We all ran to help him and saw him backing away from two large yellow eyes staring him down, planning it’s midnight snack. Matt had encountered a cougar. Once we arrived the large cat turn around and walked away. It was an omen, telling us to turn around and go back. That is just what did and two hours later we had made it safely back to the car, leaving the others trapped on the mountain with lightning, a cougar, and no way to contact anyone.

Evan.

7:25. i'll be there.

probably in a bad mood.

here's to the seniors.

evan

What if I throw up on the piano?

that is what I said to megan as I was about to go up to play piano in sacrament meeting.

lets just say that I don't like performing in front of crowds.

Thankfully Heavenly Father was on my side.

and it sounded great.

phew.

evan.

The Goodbye Letters.

College will be taking away a lot of my friends tomorrow.

These are their goodbye letters.

to Brock Duclos and Kenton Crandall,

First, to brock. My across the street neighbor. I don't know much to say to you other than

that you are a cool kid. There is nothing else to it. I won't forget all the campouts we went on.

or the lack of. You are a genius. keep it up.

Second, Kenton. Oh kenton. My zions trip buddy. You too are a simply a cool kid and I will miss

our chats about Van dijk. Please keep calling him while he is lecturing. It gives the class spice.

I am sure that I will still be seeing you two around sometimes. Mostly because you both live on

my street. Feel free to pay me a visit. See ya later boys.

To Palmer Clegg,

Palmer palmer palmer. I can still kick your trash in a Rainbow Road race. Don't you forget that. We met in spanish. It was good times. You too suffered through Calculus with me but we still made it fun. Be good in college. Don't break any long boards. Adios. Palmer Clegg.

to Haydn Owens,

Haydn! You will be missed. Your Office quotes. Your Car crayons. Your everything, mostly. I don't know what else to say to you other than goodbye. Merrh. Have fun in logan? without me. bye Haydn Owens.

to Megan Baldridge, Baldhead,

I still can't believe you left without saying goodbye. but I will be visiting you soon enough.

Good thing you are in St.George and I visit often. I can't wait to be able to come to your college

parties. Oh megan. We did it. We survived Calculus. Hallelujah. I'm not going to lie. I enjoyed

you being in my studies skills class. It made it interesting. also you were the best TA. I will

miss you. Don't fear. Goodbye, Megan Baldridge.

To Tessa Sheffield,

I have a feeling that you are going to be the one who makes all your roommates food. Basically because you are a fantastic cook. I wouldn't know two things if I didn't know you.

One: that crepes can still be delicious filled with tomatoes and cheese, not just fruit. and two: Bang! I will miss coming over to your house to watch a movie in the backyard or just play bang! all night. word of advice? try not to correct your professors. even though you probably know more than them. so for the last time, Bang! goodbye, Tessa.

To Summer Jones,

Don't forget me when you own the Suns. I can't wait to see how successful you will be in five years. I submit that you will be one of the best accountants in the state of (insert the state you will be living in in five years here). I will miss singing Hope of America, running away from Satan, and playing Bang! with you. You are the one who got me addicted to good frozen yogurt. and I thank you for that. Don't make fun of your roommates noses. and don't forget to have fun

in college. Goodbye Summer Jones.

to Lauren Bellon,

Oh the times we have had. Good and bad. How many dances did we go to? Sweater Swing. Homecoming. That was it, right? I think you tried to kill me at both of those. Throwing me on the floor and making me do a wheel barrow. Bad idea... Last summer was probably the best of times though, wouldn't you say? Ireland. Otter Pops. Toilet Papering. what?? Well I am going to sure miss those times and I am sad that we missed a few other opportunities to become

better friends. You too will have no problem in college. My only advice is to not have too much fun without me. Maybe you will even learn how to roll your r's. Bye Lauren Bellon.

to Lexi, Alexis, Morticai,

Cousin. Thats how close we are. I can't believe you won't be there for sunday dinners anymore. Or go to midnight showings of stupid movies. Or even carve soap together. Our time spent has truly been good times. I will be watching the Goofy Movie and re-runs of Boy Meets World in your memory. I still need to buy you a I Heart Feeny shirt. and make you a celery poster. They will come in due time. Anyways, you will be great in college. Im not worried a bit about you. So long, Morticai, Alexis, Lexi

I will miss every single one of you who is going off to college.

and for all of you who didn't get a letter. Don't take it personally.

and don't forget the times we have had.

Evan