What do the Beatles, Queen, Jefferson Airplane, and Bieber all have in common?

They all just want somebody to love.

(Not that I'm in any way implying that the latter holds a candle to the former(s). Just an observation)

picture picture

ok.
so.
this weekend? = awesome!
here's the skinny.
i have a friend. her name is hilary. she's pretty.
also, she is awesome. and her family is too.
she invited me and bianc and greg and connor to her family fourth of july shindig.
it was filled with boating and mr. rogers and s'mores and bieber and shots (the song, not a small alcoholic beverage) and really awesome testimonies and cabins and twilight scene it and denny's and tubing and fireworks and so much more.
really, it was a magical weekend.
i really wish you all could have been there, but since you weren't,
i have some pictures.
(these pictures were all stolen from bianca's blog, so if you read hers and mine, i'm sorry about the redundancy)

connor, me, bianc, greg, and hilary
tubing (why, yes, i was sore for 3 days)
bianc, me, and hil
denny's. greg broke the pancake record.
don't ask what i'm doing with my hands. i don't know.
this is our ad for hershy's chocolate.
apparently the point of this game is to not laugh. i did not succeed.
hilary and me with our s'mores. delicious.

a question thrown out to biebs.

ok, bieber.
i'm sure she is your baby.

i'm sure you do love her.
but...
you're sixteen.
would you really buy her any ring?