30 December 2010

Auld Lang Syne

It's a new year.

2011. I've been counting on this year since elementary. The year I would become an adult. It's coming. in a matter of days it'll be the year where I'm thrown into the world and forced to learn life on my own. Cross your fingers I don't blow myself up trying to cook something or plug something in.

2010 has been good to me. We've become dear friends. I've made many new companions, shared tears with dear friends. Had my heart broken more than once. Broken my own heart, learned to love Christ even more. Shared enough laughs to fill the world. Grown inseparable to Katy. Turned 18. Was blessed by all those who care for me. Survived half of my senior year. Worked an uncountable amount of hours at Old Navy. and I watched my dear life-long friend graduate and grow up. She's beautiful. I can only dream to grow up to be like her. Becca, I will never forget the smile on your face as you walked, or your speech. You're my role model.

I was scared this year. Knowing college is swiftly approaching and my money being scarce I didn't and still don't know how I'm going to get through college. But with prayer and faith I can get through. Things are already falling into place. My ACT score took a huge jump up, and I'm already getting accepted into some schools. I'm still scared, but I have a deep feeling things will turn out o.k.

I'm graduating. I'm not old enough, mature enough, or ready enough. Ask my friends. I'm still 5 years old. This is strange. And I have a pretty good feeling I'll tear up when I see myself in a cap and gown.

2011. I will strive to be sweeter, kinder and more considerate of others. I hope to be closer to Christ. I wish to achieve bravery;something I've always lacked but always wished I could have. I will see the beauty in every day, rather than trucking through the rough ones and wishing for the good ones to come back again. Every day will be a blessing to me.

Happy New Year. I hope your 2011 is all you want it to be and more.

29 December 2010

You Belong With Me

Taylor Swift.

I watch a lot of movies, and it came to my realization today that the starring couple has one amazing reason or another for their being together. Or not. Some have separate story lines where you bite your nails for the 90 minutes waiting for them to realize their obvious love. And others have already found each other but their activities with one another seem to interest us.

John Case and Linda. Children in grown up bodies trapped in a restraining rich world.

Heathcliff and Cathy. Childhood playmates and teenage sweethearts. Their personalities live within one another.

Jenna and Matt. Another perfect example of childhood playmates and teenage sweethearts.

As much as I hate to admit it, Noah and Allie. He helps her find who she truly is. Shows her a life she never knew.

Sam and Jake Ryan. He sees her sweet beauty behind her shy cover.

And then there's the other stories.

The Last song. Why are they together? How did they end up together? In a real life situaiton would a beach volleyball player really chase after the rude, grungy teenager? I doubt it.

Charlie St. Cloud. Why does he go after her? Because he has hallucinations about her. Someone please explain how that would be a good start to a relationship.

Annakin and Padame. Umm... Enough said I believe.

The Holiday's Kate and Jack. She's brilliant and sweet. He's well, Jack Black. Creepy and off. Why are they together?

And I'm not a fan of the one night stands turning into true love.... Doubtful to happen.

Some couples belong together. Some don't. So why do scriptwriters put in those couples that have absolutely nothing in common besides the infatuation they have for each other. It makes for a crummy love story and unrealistic movie.
I should be a movie critic.

26 December 2010

If You Were Here

Thompson Twins. Sixteen Candles.

Easily one of my favorite movies of all time. 3 cheers for Christmas presents.

Watching 80's movies always makes me wonder, what did the 80's really look like? I have a hard time picturing it looking like now but with people wearing different clothes, driving different cars, that sort of thing. I think about the 80's and can only imagine things as a movie shows it. With a soft glow around everyone you come across. It's like as time went by, our eyes achieved better resolution. eyesight and color clarity became more and more clear as each year passed. This is a highly unlikely case, but I honestly cannot see it any other way. And I probably won't until the second coming.

And let's be honest here, all girls wish for a boy from the 80's. Our own Jake Ryan. Where the most attractive, popular boy in school leaves his gorgeous girlfriend and chases down falls for the awkward love-struck sophomore. If only every love story could start and end like Jake and Sam's.

I've fallen in love with the 80's. Someone take me.

24 December 2010

I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas

The little girl on the radio. I only wish to have such a unique voice as hers.

Twas the night before Christmas....
I personally feel this day to be more festive and heart warming than Christmas day itself. We all love the presents, but it's the activities we participate in the night before that make it Christmas.

I had to work. Not too shabby on Christmas Eve. Nobody shops. We're all funny, it's quite a party and things are thrown. My ray of sunshine co-worker is smitten. Not a big deal. He's gorgeous so it's fine.

I had to miss dinner, but it's ok they saved me some grub. Being the seafood junkies we are, my family had salmon. To die for salmon. What else do we do? Play games. Such as oh well. It's a crack up time when some of us don't know what we're doing. But it's me, when do I ever know what I'm doing? And I had to get that trait from someone and I believe it to be the Webb side of the family.

Pictionary. None of us can draw. Fabulous combination. This game leads to yelling and pictures of boats with men who were supposed to resemble that of a birds nest. Like I said, the artistic gene got scooped from the pool. Christmas Bingo. I didn't win, but then again the calling cards and the cards on the papers weren't the same. Hard to win that way. We're a very organized and efficient family.... But we're quite loveable.

We don't act out the nativity but we read the scriptures. You wouldn't want to act it out either if your 200+ pound brother asks to be baby Jesus. He will go far.

This post is meant to humor me more than any of you. It's 1 a.m. and I can hear Santa downstairs. No way am I sleeping. Perhaps this will make the time pass quicker.

23 December 2010

Katy

So, now that she's 18 and can kiss boys.... oh wait. We can't find a boy for her to kiss. Don't blame her? I sure don't. No offense to the male population around here, but the qualifiers are few and far between.

Except one.

I found him and he is perfect for my best friend. I will be spending all of next week conjuring potions and doing dances for the relationship gods so that this may work out for the both of them. I ask you all to cross your fingers.

Santa Clause is Coming To Town

Pick whom you prefer.

It's Christmas Adam. Get it? Took me a while too. I had never heard that before in my life and then all of a sudden I hear it from 4 different people in one day. Someone please explain to me how that always happens.

It's a no school 2 weeks. Which means I don't have to see the people who push my buttons for 2 weeks. Don't get me wrong, I wholeheartedly miss more than a countable amount of people who I see more than once a day and now never see. This situation doesn't seem to be going in my favor. Unless planned, the only people I've run into that have put a smile on my face would be Jill and 2 others. Other than that I have ran into a grand total of 9 people over these few days that at school I prefer to avoid. This paragraph isn't very nice. But it's truth. I'm on a break from school and the people there as well. Please stop running into me.

We like Christmas lights, mcdonalds hot chocolate because starbucks is closed at nine-thirty(explain that one to me), putting phones under car tires, and teasing. Oh the joy of a double date.

Becca is easily my number one person at this moment. Not only do I love having her back in town, and shoveling in the dark with her, but she posted some rather marvelous songs on her blog. She made my day. Please don't be offended if I use them.

I hope you all have a marvelous Christmas eve and Christmas day.

20 December 2010

It's the End of the World

R.E.M. I will probably regret this when 2012 hits, but as mentioned before, there's a replay button on music players for a reason.

There was a lunar eclipse tonight. It's also Winter Solstice. Something cool had to happen tonight right? Some strange legend had to have been told if this were to happen right? Wrong. If anyone know any though, please let me know. I'm quite curious.

My mom asked my dad if it meant anything, he said, probably not. But it hasn't happened for 430 some odd years, so that has to count for something right? It might have, but the overcast got in the way. Silly weather. Oh don't worry though it snowed. Glorious.

So no, nothing came of this planet alignment type of occurrence tonight. I personally wished Titans would have been unlocked, the planet to stop turning, some glitch in space and time taking us all back to the 1920's. Something of that sort. But oh well, at least we got snow.

19 December 2010

Friday I'm In Love

The Cure. Hooked. I told you.

There's just those moments and people that make you feel good.

-Not having to pay at Wendy's. Some cashiers are quite saintly.
-Watching video clips instead of working. We like managers who put in their 2 weeks notice.
-People who work for 26 hours straight. Probably the funniest thing I've seen in a while.
-Getting asked to dances I didn't even know existed. Clever way to ask. Took me longer than it should have. I'm probably not very bright.
-Hugs from a best friend I haven't seen in so long. There's nothing better.
-Seminary guides on how to really experience Christmas.
-Silent Christmas lessons
-People who spend 400 dollars on angel trees. Blessed.
-Violin teachers who threaten to spank if we don't practice over the break.
-Giving 2nd chances
-Getting pushed off the loading dock. That was graceful.
-Running into Katy at the mall. I'm so used to being with her that it's an odd feeling to see her somewhere we didn't previously plan to meet. Doesn't happen often.

Count your blessings. Count the angels you see throughout your day.

18 December 2010

Blue Christmas

Elvis, obviously. What's with all this rain?

Fleece. It seems to be my sworn enemy as of late.

Remember the days when you always got a fleece zip up for Christmas? And you wore it everywhere? I remember those days. And I'm glad they're now just a memory. I hate folding fleece, bagging it, organizing it, anything. The texture makes my hands feel like they're being cut over and over again. It's like folding broken glass. Rub fleece against fleece. You might as well scratch your nails on a chalkboard. Don't buy or wear fleece. You can buy the good stuff. But not the fake 5 dollar kind. It's like wearing cardboard.

I forget how crazy the holidays can get. Today I remembered. I've never seen the mall so busy. Or state street for that matter. I'm glad I'm basically done with all my shopping. I don't like brushing up against random smelly strangers everywhere I turn. Not my cup of tea. I'd rather buy Christmas presents in July thank you very much.

These are probably the only downsides to my holiday season. That and working Christmas eve. But we can't win them all right?

16 December 2010

Just Like Heaven

The Cure. I'm on a cure kick. They pop up in my music in between the Christmas songs.

Only one more day. One more day of school until my two week break. And although a break might seem appealing, thinking of all the tasks I'm needing to accomplish frightens me. So we're going to leave that part out. You can infer what you wish.

Leaving school today felt like heaven. No more debates in government. I get too excited and passionate about things that don't cross my mind for the majority of my life. Odd. But it's over, so I don't have to worry about what I'm going to say next. I made some enemies, made some friends. And there's only 2 weeks left of the class. But that's not until 2o11. So we're not stressing about it.

No more AP English for 2 weeks. Heaven. Need I say more? If you're a victim in this class you understand. Props to Braden for being profound.

No physics homework for 2 weeks. No more over-my-head theories. Bliss. But leave it to Broadbent to find the most complex and confusing episode from NOVA for us to watch to close off the day. String theory? More than 3 dimensions? I'll ask my dad about it later when I have time. But for now I'll just let it blow over my head.

We like radio. And chips, dip and soda. And balloons. Band presentations are fantastic. Covey always blows my mind with his knowledge of obscure bands. This is what got me started on The Cure.

Work is work. We're funny.

Becca is home! I saw her car on the way home from school and nearly wet myself.

I wish I could live in the 80's. With big, messy hair, countless pairs of converse, crunchy jeans, and the best music of all time. I was born in the wrong decade.

14 December 2010

12 Days of Christmas

I do realize that I'm a couple days too late for this, but it had to happen at one point didn't it?

There's only 10 days until my favorite day. We're in the climax of Christmas wonder, and there's only 3 school days until break. Life is lovely. However, my sympathies go out to all the college children. I don't understand finals, but I'm glad I'm not there yet.

I wish Utah would realize what day it really was and stop having spring weather. I'm ready for snow and the chilly breeze. Boys shouldn't be able to skateboard down the street in shorts and no jackets in the middle of December.

Christmas music is at it's peak. This is where you all start to get a little tired of it am I right? Hang in there, because come July, you will all be begging for it back.
Boys truly make my day when they play a Christmas song just for you live on the radio during class. As Grinchy as he might be, Austin has a soft side.

Choir concerts also tend to bring in the yuletide spirit. I love bobbing heads, overly happy smiles, and Christmas trees that fall over before their cue. I'm also extremely jealous that choir gets a full house, and Orchestra/Band has to scrounge for a third of an auditorium. We sound good too. I promise....

I'm truly loving this time of year. I just wish the weather would too...

13 December 2010

Picture a Christmas

Who doesn't love listening to this song performed/yelled by 30ish Primary Children?

I wish I could picture Christmas, but the Christmas I like to picture consists of mounds of snow already on the ground with big flakes peacefully falling... Thanks Utah....

It's hard to picture Christmas when I'm working so much. But there's been more than a few customers who mention they are buying for a giving tree or sub for Santa. My hat goes off to you. Thank you for forgetting commercialism and seeing the true meaning.

It's also hard to picture a Christmas when I'm so busy with school. But it gets easier when you spend time with Charlotte. She's the most Christlike figure I know. I want to grow up to be a Charlotte. " I feel uncomfortable saying unhappy things... Can we all say something nice?" "Oh my gosh, I'm a hypocrite, I was just wasting time..." "Random thought, you're cute, and I wish I could be like you." All quotes from her this afternoon. I do hope she sees how badly we all strive to be like her. She's a beautiful person. And shines with the true meaning of Christmas year round.

It's also hard to picture Christmas when you have to stress to prepare to be a solo feature in a Cantata. Yes, it's a Christmas one, but I seem to lose the meaning of the melody and focus on the notes, dynamics and shifting... Upsetting. I also wish I was more comfortable sharing my violin talent. Although I don't feel like I'm good enough to consider it a talent, I feel like I don't play enough for people. It's a talent in progress that God blessed me with, it would be Christmas-like to share it with others. So... ask me I guess? We will see if I say yes... But I guarantee I won't be playing in my seminary Christmas talent show.

Picture your perfect Christmas. I guarantee it will include more than presents, trees and snow.

09 December 2010

No Song Needed

People are fantastic. So is life. But we all have our ups and downs.

Ups
-Dances without dates. We like social butterflies
-Boys who dance like Michael Jackson
-Boys who sing identical to Shakira
-Christmas lights
-District Orchestras
-Censorship debates. And winning censorship debates
-Orchestra concerts
-Boys who play Debussy
-People who can pronounce Debussy
-Jill in the purple dress
-watching Katy get thrown around in a mosh pit
-Whipping hair back and forth
-Neck pain
-brand new tights with holes
-The girl who's always always happy no matter what, she's always excited to see you. I need to find out how she does it.
-Birthdays. 18th ones to be specific
-my genius present ideas
-Moon river
-Audrey Hepburn
Downs
-never enough time
-getting lost
-honestly thinking your car was stolen
-identical provo streets and architectural designs
-district orchestra not being nearly as good or exhausting as last year
-dry ice that falls down your shirt
-people that find convenient times to talk to you, other times you may as well be wallpaper
-ACT's
-senioritis
-missing old friends
-absolutely no treats in the house. It's Christmastime isn't it?

Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer

Take your pick of your favorite arrangement. But let's be honest, the classic movie's arrangement of this song simply cannot be bested.

We like long weeks. No, that doesn't describe it, we like weeks that could possibly last the span of one's life. Lucky me it's Thursday. However with the ACT on Saturday, this week just might not ever end. But every thorn has a rose.

Mine just happened to be the senior dinner/dance. Wasn't really planning on going, especially since the district orchestra had the first rehearsal at that same time. But Katy and I decided to let our inner rebels come forth and we ditched orchestra for this dance. All the while afraid that it wasn't going to be worth it. But you can all stop worrying, it was worth it.

Jill And Bre came with us, a car of 4 girls. Nothing better right? Well, that's how it was supposed to be. But I got sidetracked at Macey's and left from the store late. So we arrived late. Fashionably late. It was more of a statement than an accident...

Prizes. Nothing better right? Who doesn't love a good raffle. Me. I never win. However last night I was blessed to win a UVU t-shirt. You're all jealous I know. But I'd rather that than a car wash from 2 boys on student council or a kiss from the student body vp....

The food? Not worth the 15 I paid.... What did we like best about the dinner? The drink.

The dance? Well worth the 15. The cost weeded out the lames who simply stand on the dance floor. It eliminated the kids who judge the tall white girls who flail rather than dance. We were all flailing, no funny looks from anyone. It was rather enjoyable. My favorite part was the smelly teenagers all moshing in a room with 0 windows. But really, it was by far the best dance I had attended. Now let's all go whip our hair back and forth.

Why'd I pick old Rudy for my song choice? Well, if you've read my later posts you'd know my main talent is getting lost. Did you think it was possible to get lost driving back from the Provo library? Oh it is. And to make my talent shine even brighter I lost my car. The drive home and walk to the car was quite an adventure. Why those 3 girls let me drive I will never know.

06 December 2010

Rockin Around the Christmas Tree

I attest this song. But it fits my evening.

Family Night. I will always love this weekly adventure. The highlight always being the awful choir my little family makes. Angels We Have Heard On High? The Alleluias? Yeah, Von Trapp Family Choir for sure....

We decorated the Christmas Tree. Something I always love. It's a little bit different now that all the homemade, and toy-like ornaments stay in their box to let the color coordinated glass shapes have their turn. Each toy, paper wreath, small dolls, and so on, they all have a weirdly special place in my heart. Gus, the happy meal ornament my mom got at McDonald's way before I was born was always the envied guy, the 3 of us would fight all night as to who got to hang him. The wooden characters. Some on a swing, others on a bunk bed. Some of my favorites. And let's not forget all the picture frames we made in elementary school. Yes, the new ornaments make our tree look elegant and completely Christmas. With the angels, glitter, stars and shine you can't go wrong. But every once and a while I miss the cluttered messy tree from years past.

Make decorating your tree a big deal. You're hanging memories around for your visitors to see.

04 December 2010

Fetching

"So I don't need to fetch him?" "if you can get him to re-think and come then yes, you're very fetching, so go, fetch away.

Fetching, it's quite a word, a new favorite of mine. When someone says they're fetching something it truly makes my day. 1 they sound educated, I'm not sure why but they do. 2 they sound old fashioned. I adore old fashioned anything.

Someone described as fetching? I picture them looking something like Audrey Hepburn, Cary Grant, Jimmy Stewart, or Grace Kelly. Need I say more? Being described as fetching is quite a compliment in my book.

Please don't use fetch as a pretend cuss word. It takes all the elegance out of the word and makes you sound strange. Use something else please. Good grief should suffice.

Hello Seattle

Owl City. What? No Christmas? No worries to those of you who, like me, overly obsess about this time of year. It fits. Kind of.

Katy is turning 18 on Tuesday. Ha she has no idea what she's in for. Because of this special occasion her parents took her to dinner to Market Street Grill. Why they keep asking me to tag along I'll never know. They're fantastic that family. Katy especially. Ever been to Market Street Grill? Me either. But it smells like Seattle. A lot. I'm sure in reality it only smells like fish and salt, but to me that's Seattle. And I'm ok with that. As delicious and perfect as the night was, I was truly missing Washington the entire meal and drive home. Katy's parents didn't help when they asked where my mom was from. Washington. I miss the enormous amounts of snow that seem to accumulate there. I miss the sound of all the rivers. I miss Christmas town.

Leavenworth. It's Christmas town. Look it up. I miss all the lights and how pretty it looks covered in snow. Sadly I won't be able to spend Christmas up there this year. Partly because Old Navy has captured me. It's fine though.

I guess I'd rather be anywhere but here right now though. Anywhere but Orem. SLC, Vegas, Idaho, I'd even go for Provo. Just get me out of my daily routine.

Tangent:Food Babies. Some of us have them, some of us can try all we want but will never be blessed with them.

02 December 2010

You're a Mean One Mr. Grinch.

Yes, I did meet my scrooge the other day.

He despises Christmas, which I find a little funny considering he's a holiday hire. I would like the holidays if that happened to me. But he's sick of Christmas before December. I felt like I was hearing swear words when he told me this. So from then on I have called him either grinch or scrooge. However he calls me Brenna-lu-who. I feel like I'm receiving a compliment.... Perhaps.

I'm not closing at work tonight, and for some odd reason I feel like I'm missing out. Odd, considering the late hours that I hate having to stay for. Perhaps it was learning how to throw whip cream while keeping the shape in tact. or hearing a true honest to goodness fairytale. Let me elaborate.

She has a missionary who she's madly and adorably in love with. And from what I hear of his letters and videos, he loves her just as much if not more. They're getting married. I feel like her story should be written down in a story book for Disney to make into a movie. Her real life happily ever after makes me feel good inside. Although she's a bright ray of sun in my life, and she always makes me feel good inside.

Let's keep the Christmas spirit going please. Katy even found me instant snow in a can, I'm saving it until I truly need some Christmas Spirit. Probably July or so.

01 December 2010

Still Still Still

The only good versions of this song are: Instrumental, Vienna Boys Choir.

I walked outside this morning at the joyous time of 6:20. To my wonder I found that it was lightly snowing. Not the heavy, big flakes, but the small, light ones. It was magnificent. And I forget this every winter, but there is nothing better than the silence that comes along with snowfall. Especially in the morning. Night snow is different. You still have the hustle bustle noise of cars and people buying present and participating in activities with each other, and EVERYONE seems to be in a hurry. In the morning the cars are few and far between, nobody is racing to their destination, and the light is hitting the snow and clouds just right to make the scenery that much more gorgeous. Not to mention I was heading to a violin lesson, that probably helped considerably with my mood.

Snow puts me in this blissful mood all day, do what you want to me, but it won't be changed. I might have fallen asleep in stats, I might have gotten frustrated in orchestra, I might have not practiced as much as I should have during independent music, and I might not have been as reverent as I should have been in seminary, but I was happy. That's all that matters right? Ha, ask my teachers that question.

Take a long breath next time you step out into falling snow and just admire the beauty around you.

27 November 2010

It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

There are numerous people who sing to this melody. Find a favorite for yourself.

It's finally Christmas time. The lights can come out, the decorations, the smells, the MUSIC, the food, the trees, and there's so much more, it's time for them to come out of their dusty, buried boxes to reveal themselves for the next month. Fabulous. Hopefully snow got the memo, and will begin to fall. I miss the nighttime silence and beauty of falling snow.

I've sold my soul to Old Navy this season. Let's hope I don't work as much as I'm thinking I will have to.... Cross your fingers please.

Someone take me to Temple Square please, someone take me to Christmas concerts, someone take me to Thanksgiving Point. Or perhaps I could take you. Call me up.

Who knew Thanksgiving break was for making new friends. I didn't, but it sure has worked out nicely for me this year. I'm also a fan of cars dying in the middle of the road. When they're not mine of course.

Dr. Pepper and Pizza. Not healthy, never something I like to combine and live off, but one must result to these measures when working Black Friday. I wouldn't recommend it. It often leads to insanity in the workplace.

Happy Birthday to all the amazing people who had birthdays this weekend.

I hope all of your breaks was filled with relaxation. I hope you're all ready for the most wonderful time of the year. Please keep Christ in your hearts this month. More often than he usually is.

24 November 2010

Home

Michael Buble.
I have a feeling I might regret using this song, I might want it for a different story, but replays are always included in every music player right?
Old Navy seems to be turning into my new home. I spend an incredible amount of time there, I know where everything is, I could find my way in the dark, and all the people there are starting to become my family. That sounds like a home doesn't it?
However, returning back to my true home surpasses any joy (if any at all) I feel towards Old Navy. I love the drive back to my house, the big smiles my parents get me when I arrive, and how sweet they are when they can tell I'm exhausted. Plus my dad turns on the Christmas lights when he knows I'm on my way home, a little welcome present. And I found a Christmas shower curtain in my bathroom. My parents are fabulous.

School also seems to be turning into my home. That however, is self explanatory. So let's leave it at that.

I went to visit a friend who is recovering from surgery. I went with Breanna. That's like being home. She brings back the simplicity of jr high. The fun times we all had, with the friends that all seem to be distancing over the years. It's home.

Seeing Brandon a tad loopy from his surgery medication brought me home to my surgeries. That was a lot of medicine, laying on the couch and too many movies. I'm so thankful it's over.

Snow makes me feel at home. I'm not sure why, but it definitely does. I absolutely love the snow. I can't wait for it to get here, or for Christmas time to arrive. I hope you are all ready for the Christmas themed posts soon.

23 November 2010

Give Me A Break

Kit Kat Jingle. It's ok, it counts as a song...

Thanksgiving break? Strongly needed. My Senioritis disease happens to be peaking. I need time off. Do I get any? Heavens no, I have work and homework. Possibly some college applications thrown in there. Lovely

AP English? Give me a break. Asking a morality question to a Mainly mormon population class, when you as a teacher definitely aren't? Give me a break. You're just asking for it. The smart comments we give you to make you mad? You have it coming dear sir.

This "blizzard" Give me a break. I was so excited, the most excited I've been in weeks. Thanks for showing up, got us all excited for nothing. I'm upset, and most of all on the verge of tears. I need snow.

Some of us just need a break. A quiet afternoon, a relaxing weekend. Some of us don't get those breaks.

20 November 2010

Souvenir D'Amerique

Henri Vieuxtemps
Listen to it. You will be amazed. I'm hoping to soon be able to master this piece. If you're lucky, it'll happen at my senior recital.

I had my last violin recital last night. It was strange. The weeks of stressing to memorize pieces, worrying about which bowings go where, which section had that one shift, where to stand, which shoes to wear so as not to come off too tall. It's over. I have a feeling I won't miss the cramming of practicing the week before, but I also have a feeling that, since Shauna invites former students to play, the church in PG hasn't seen the last of me. But I'm ok with that, the older kids get stands. However I have mastered playing with my music on the floor in front of me, so I might just stick with that.

HARRY POTTER
I was lucky enough to go to a pre-showing. Thanks again to Katy and her family. I was re-playing the scenes in my head the whole day after. It was an incredible movie.
Katy and I happened to be the only ones in the theater that screamed during the scene with Nagini. We were on top of each other, it's not a big deal. And we decided Harry would be an amazing friend. He knows how to make people around him happy. Although he's quite professional at nearly killing everyone around him. Maybe I'll wait.... I honestly can't wait until part 2 comes out, every time the screen went black to change to a new scene, I would silently pray to myself that it wasn't the end of the movie. And best part of all? I was well rested for school the next day. Sort of.

Christmas is nearly here. I love Thanksgiving and the attitude it brings, but I don't like working 35 hours in 1 week. I'm in for a long one....

I'm truly going to miss Amber when she leaves for her mission, she's the only one that I can dance in the car with that won't call me weird names. She comes in handy now and then.

Social Network? Smart movie with a little too much swearing for my taste. However it was quite clever. I came out of that theater feeling more educated than I do walking out of my physics class.....

16 November 2010

Bite My Tongue

Relient K.
Sometimes you just have to keep your mouth shut. I'm not very good at this.

There's those moments, where you wish you could say something, but you know it would only end horribly and you would be worse off than before. We love days filled with moments like these.

When an ex...friend? says something about their personality that you happen to know all too well is very wrong, and you only wish you could say something to prevent the new victim from going through the pain you went through. But saying something would just make everything so much worse.

When you want to talk to an old friend, and debate with yourself for a while whether or not it would be a good idea. Who knows, we could have ended up talking and laughing like old times. Probably not, but the chances are there. Too bad I lacked the courage. Now we will never know what could have happened.

When you overhear a conversation that makes your heart drop. All that I was excited for at work was shattered with just a few choice words. I wanted to run and yell, ask why on earth, why not me, what's the point anymore? But that's bad customer service right? Lucky me my heart is too forgiving for my own good at times;my heart might have been shattered tonight, but opinions didn't change.

Someone tell me when it's ok to speak my mind? I do it a lot, and often get scolded. But when, in sketchy situations like previously listed, would it be ok to let my emotions out?

15 November 2010

High School Never Ends

Bowling For Soup.
The Senior superlative nomination lists came out today. Boy I can't wait to fill those out....

Talk about a "who cares" survey. We were having a pretty intense discussion in ap english about 1984 and the control the government has on the minds of the citizens. and then out pops a pick your favorite people to stalk assignment. It's a very good thing I won't get graded on this, because I doubt it will get filled out. MVP is a given. If you're a senior at Timp you know who they are as well. But best back pockets?? Yeah, that's what I do with my time at school, observe the behinds of my peers. I go around the crowded, smelly halls thinking "wow, I'm sure jealous of the stitching on your hiney..." I understand that denim seems to have taken a liking to glitter and diamonds and bling. But honestly, all it does is draw more attention to... yeah. Enough said.
These superlatives are nuts. The MVP's most likely will major in something other than NBA drafts, the most successfuls could easily end up as hobo's, the most likely to make it to Hollywood? Good luck. The only worthwhile things on this sheet are best smile and eyes, and everyone has a pretty smile and EVERYONE has pretty eyes. When was the last time you saw someone with ugly eyes? Exactly. I'll put Katy's name on all of them and then turn it in.

Don't worry I don't attest the world today, or high school for that matter, I simply came to the realization on how high school thrives off of 1st impressions. It's a beautiful thing to watch. Especially those girls who happen to be the epitome of high school.

14 November 2010

I Love to See the Temple

Primary Song book.

The beautiful structures, the glowing lights, and the voice inside your heart telling you that this building is a glorious structure where eternal families are made and God's work is being done. There's nothing greater. Well, the only thing greater is when it's the Salt Lake Temple and there's millions of Christmas lights surrounding it. But sadly, it's not quite time for that. Soon though, very soon.

I was asked to go on an outing to Temple Square this evening. Of course I was excited. However, why someone would want to wander around in the cold at temple square without the Christmas decorations all over was completely new to me. I was raining the entire time, (smart move with the lil umbrellas boys) but it was a wonderful experience.

I was a good 1 to 2 years older than everyone there, but that's fine. Nobody knew until I told them at the end of the night. Shows how completely mature I am right? The boys were all cousins, and man were they funny together. There's something about a group of boys that are very tight friends, they all seemed to be filled with hilarity for the bystanders. The sweet sister missionaries gave us a tour, a tour that I've had many many times but never really listened until now. It was powerful and heart touching. The simple things in the gospel tend to slip my mind now and then, and every time I hear the stories my testimony grows again and again.
Here's a shocker, there's not many tourists around temple square on a sunday night in the rain. So we were bombarded with companionships trying to share the word with us. I came up with the brilliant idea to be a different group of kids every time(members of a rehab home, college students, foreigners, strangers to the gospel, family,)... on the way home. I'm a quick one.

I love the temple and everything about it. I forget how important it really is sometimes.

thought:Brigham Young received inspiration on how to build the tabernacle so as to accommodate all the people and so they could all still here him. Resulting in the dome. I didn't know it was God's plan. Amazing right?

All in all, a fantastic night.
we like: dad's with falsettos, sister missionaries and their enthusiasm, sarcasm, 6 month drivers, candy, wedding receptions, huge and loving families, darth vadars bathroom, parasols, no door handles, volume, christmas music and SNOW.

13 November 2010

I've Lost You

Elvis.
My dear sweet voice, it's gone.

My voice has been my #1 companion since I can remember. I don't lose it at sporting events, dances, or when I happen to be screaming for long periods of time.
it happens more often than you would think. He never leaves me. He may feel a tad sore and worn out at the end of a day, but who doesn't feel that way when their day comes to a close. I've even purposely tried to lose him a few times, but he has always stayed faithfully by my side. Until yesterday. We started out the day as chummy as could be, but as the day went on he started to leave, walking slowly and subtly farther and farther away from me. So by the time I finished my shift at work, he had nearly left me completely. All he left me is a hoarse, high pitched, always fading in and out stranger. This stranger is no friend to me, and I would sincerely like my old one back. We were such good friends.

People seem to think it's funny when words can't come out of your mouth. Or when they do come out and you sound like a 12 year old boy going through puberty. All my customers thought it was a hoot. Some even saying, "you know, your voice doesn't sound too well." Really? Thanks for the update kind stranger, I had no idea talking was hard for me.

I guess being family gives others the right to make fun of you even more, because when we went to dinner, they all thought it completely hilarious that I couldn't speak. And they all found it painful to listen to as well. So what did I do? Sang along with the radio and background music of the restaurant obviously.

And to top off the night I went to my schools stomp. I knew I shouldn't have gone, and the night resulted in my mom coming to get me after being there for only an hour anyways.
I felt like I was in junior high again. I hated not being able to scream the songs with Katy, or even be heard by anyone near me. And the massive fog amount the DJ decided to disperse across the dance floor didn't help my stranger voice be heard. Life was rough.

Please let me know if you find my voice. The new stranger he left me with, we don't get along.

09 November 2010

The Christmas Shoes

Any Artist. I'm sure you could find this song on multiple holiday albums. Also, this is possibly the worst Christmas song there is. There's those few songs, that claim to belong in the Christmas genre, like the song previously mentioned or the evil Last Christmas I gave you my heart. I mean come on. The Christmas shoes has a good point behind it but it's professional at getting on anyone's nerves. And last christmas is simply a I hate break ups song with the word christmas thrown in there. These songs abuse the joy of Christmas time.

My dad seems to think I see him as a scrooge, I don't. But to prove his point to me I came home from work last night and he had decorated my bedroom window with Christmas lights. If that doesn't put a smile on your face and a burning happiness in your soul than nothing can.

Yes I do know that Christmas is more than a month away, but I love the season, and working in retail brings Christmas season up a good two months.

I accessorized the tree in my front yard last Saturday, stringing at least 8 strands of Christmas lights up and down it's branches. I was 10 feet in the air on a ladder that was merely leaning on the little tree. I didn't really have a fear of heights, but I sure do now. And it didn't process through my mind until after I had completed my project that come spring, I was going to have to get back up on the ladder and take all the lights down. Please pray for me.

07 November 2010

Til I Forget About You

Big Time Rush. No, this song has nothing to do with what I'm about to say, but no song really did, and thanks to Sharissa I am now addicted to this boy band. The Nsync of my later teen years.

My weekend consisted of nothing. Friday I got my wits scared out of me, nearly peed myself, and creeped on some basketball boys. Bliss. Saturday I worked, which I seem to be doing a lot of lately, and laid at home. And today, I learned that I'm at that awkward stage where I'm too old for yw and too young for relief society, but too naive and undateable to attend a singles ward. I hate confusion.

Iron man 2. You've all probably seen it by now, but my first time was last night. It was an interesting movie, and I must say that my favorite part was his book definition of narcissism. Classic, and all too funny to watch. I wish to meet someone like him one day. I don't think I could stand them for too long, but I would get a kick out of a few conversations.

What's the gobble? Oh don't worry, Old Navy has a treat for all of you, just wait til the commercials come out. All I can say is that I can't wait to learn the dance, and that Thanksgiving at work will be a party. I work 37 hours this week.... I dare you to go to school and work that many hours while still having time to complete homework. I don't think it's possible, but let's all pray it is. I love my co-workers. We're all too funny in the back row of a meeting, and don't worry, I shattered a hanger. Didn't think it was possible? It is.

Dance hard laugh long turn the music up now party like a rock star. Can I get a what now??
Listen to this song. It'll make you want to dance all night.

05 November 2010

Contest

I need a DJ name. Something catchy and that can stay with me through my entire career.

Post your ideas, and the winner might find themselves having dessert at the chocolate paid for by me.

We Are Young

Mika.
Some of recently hit the age of adulthood. Some of us act like we recently had our 6th birthday party complete with cone hats, matching cutlery, and pink presents.

I'm 18 and graduating soon. The deadline for a lot of college applications is December 1st... I need to start that process. But I'm still in high school, so acting immature is justified right?
List: Things a 6 year old trapped in a 18 year old body can be found doing
-holding hands with the girls on both sides of you during a scary movie
-covering your eyes saying "I'm too young to see this" during a kissy scene.
-Forgetting how to spell obvious.
-jumping into bed after turning off the bedroom lights
-distractions. In every situation
- "oo! that's cool!" is a phrase used hourly. Quite loudly as well.
-Spying on boys
-Proclaiming that boys really do have cooties
-Asking which way is left
-Dreading bedtime.
-Nightlights
-Jumping up and down when certain songs are found
-"wait, what?"
-The thought of growing up makes you want to throw up.
-Neverland
-Stapling noses instead of papers

Although society might consider us adults, and responsible, our true identity is a child with a propeller cap and a lollipop.

04 November 2010

Video Killed the Radio Star

The Buggles.

Today I had the opportunity(grade requirement) to have an hour to myself running a radio station. What a horrible choice on my teachers part. Me choosing the music and what gets said? Too much fun for me, suffering for the rest of you. Obviously, I struggled, getting all the timing right, sounding like myself over the air, and working the sliders on the soundboard.(yes I did use a semi-technical term. And yes, I am that smart) The hour flew by, obviously. I was locked(literally) in a room with three computers loaded with music, a microphone, and the ability to talk to hundreds of people at once. Heaven on earth I must say.
I'm not pro yet, but I will get there, I have time.
I will stick strictly to the radio. Video would kill this radio star no doubt.
You have not heard the last from DJ Brenna.

02 November 2010

White Christmas

Many have performed this piece, but for bias's sake, Frank Sinatra.

It's November 2nd. It's still fairly decent weather outside, the leaves are still hanging on, displaying their array of color, Thanksgiving is yet to come, black friday hasn't occured, it's not Christmas time yet. But I'm ready for it. So ready.

I want to be able to listen to Christmas music without my family looking at me like I'm sinning. It's uplifting music usually about our savior. It's anything but a sin. I'm ready for the white beauty of snow, for the gorgeous decorations, colors, and shine. I'm ready for the smells. The trees, the books, the movies, the hype, the lights, the sounds, everything. It's probably not smart of me to get so excited so soon, because it'll be over before I know it. But this year, for some strange reason, has made me want Christmas so much more. It needs to be celebrated throughout the year.
My love goes to Scotty Halls who has the bravery and love to decorate for Christmas the second week of October. I purposely drive by his house night a lot. Why? His lights are shining beautifully. I'm lucky for him and orchestra. Without them I wouldn't be allowed my legal dose of pre-Christmas joy every day.
I promise it's not a sin to celebrate Christmas a little earlier than usual.

Side note: fm 100 failed me. No Christmas music yet. Anyone know of a station that does play holiday tunes this early?

01 November 2010

Long Time Coming

Oliver James. The eye candy in "What a Girl Wants" Am I right?
It was one of those long, drawn out, busier than a bee weekends.

Our orchestra concert.... nothing uplifting to say concerning the matter, however I will say that Canyon View could very well have been better than us. How embarrassing. We like lanyards that hang out of tux pockets, shoulder rests that fall off on stage, and bows that poke eyes out.

Old Navy decided to have a special. Halloween weekend, if you screamed you got twenty percent off an item. My ears are still ringing and my headache was everlasting. Not my cup of tea. Please don't ever come up with promotions like that again Old Navy. I'm begging here.

My grandparents came into town this weekend. I adore them in every way. My marriage will hopefully resemble theirs. And I want my love for the church to be as strong as theirs one day. They are phenomenal people, and both have dozens of qualities I envy and wish to obtain myself. I love them with all my heart. Visiting them, or them visiting me are always events that make it on to my top numbers list for the year.

Sadies Hawkins Dance. In my khaki pants. or poodle skirt...
Dressing up as a 50's chick was a lot more enjoyable than I anticipated. Pearl necklaces. folded over socks, waist high skirts that are 8 sizes too big for you. Nothing compares. But let's also be thankful for safety pins, scarves, cars, sweaters, and twirling abilities. However, being stroked on the face by a boy I can't recognize made me pee. Danny's lucky it didn't take me too long to decipher his features. I hate halloween, masks and wigs. I like to know who I'm around. I don't take to well to strangers and creeps.

The Oakland Raiders had a shut out against the Seahawks. My favorite was watching the game with fans from both teams. My poor Washington family.......

I finally decided on a major. It's a relief to finally know a little splice of my future... hopefully. Communications. I'm excited. I discovered this weekend that my great grandma was a babe back in her day. I had no idea, and I've never seen any pictures. My goal during school breaks for 2010 and 2011? Make a collection of memoirs and stories from my relatives. Everyone has a story to tell. I want to help tell it, make it known, and get a glimpse of a different life.

It's sort of kind of Christmas time. I'm stoked. Anyone else?

26 October 2010

Peer Gynt Suite

Edvard Grieg.

Ah, Concert season, it's upon us. Mine happens tomorrow, we will see how that goes. It's at a Jr. High, and we're performing with two other jr. high orchestras. That's going to bring back memories I've spent nearly 2 years trying to repress.

The October concert. Always the worst one, everyone is new (sorta) to the orchestra, and the conductor is still trying to figure out how the new kids play. It's a blast. The cues are wrong, nobody stays together, the 1st violins rush, and it's a disaster. But a beautiful disaster. Once my bow hits the strings, the adrenaline of performance -which has seemed to be lessening with each performance- hits me and the world disappears. There are two good things about the october concert. It's soon over, and christmas soon will start being rehearsed...get ready for it....friday.

I attended Ryan's concert tonight. Junior High is something that I only miss because most of my friends attended with me, but we were separated come sophomore year. But as we were walking into the band hall of the school, these immature girls were wrestling each other, kind of, and using all the vulgarity they could possibly utter. 1. You're 13, stop. There is no reason for that kind of language. It just makes you sound unintelligent and well, trashy. 2. Don't push each other around laughingly in a small hallway full of people. You almost killed an elderly asian woman and almost trampled my mom. I see any of you doing either of these things again and the smacking will commence. the concert was adorable. The squeaky out of tune clarinets and the pitchy brass sections made it all that more great. And their conductor knew what a down beat meant, he knew what keeping time meant. I miss that. I truly miss my orchestra from last year. But nothing can be done about it anymore.

Problem:My best friend hates snow with an enormous passion. This is not good.
Problem:Becca is in Logan. Still, and won't return for a long time. I miss her immensely. But her text and genuine care for me help the new hole in my life. Miss you girl

25 October 2010

This Ain't No Love Song

Trace Adkins. That's right. I'm not in love. Thank goodness.

I'm a strong believer in music(obviously) and am upset with myself that it's taken me this long to experience the epiphany I had driving home from work. The best songs out there aren't about love.

There's zillions of songs about love, and I'll admit some of them are rather fantastic.(please say rather as follows:rawwwthah. to immitate somewhat of a british accent hopped up on a little somethin somethin) But come on, one can only sing about or listen to love for so long. Even if one is in love, it becomes exhausting. I believe that I've known this secretly for quite some time, but the best party songs, sing along songs, or just songs, are about friends, hating on someone, or living life. For example:Magic. One of my favorites at this point in time, and it's been a favorite for a while, which is really saying something for the music that comes out these days, so congrats B.O.B. you've cracked me. It's so much more fun to dance around and sing to songs that mean absolutely nothing, they're just there for you to sing to. Singing with the windows down? Not my thing. Singing with the windows up is a definite yes, with a bonus of "you're a weird one" looks from dozens of cars.
Clifford is my favorite to sing along in, his stereo is the loudest.
Next time, don't sing about love and mushiness, sing about life, Christmas, weekends, destroying cars, or even, sing about singing.

24 October 2010

Paperback Writer

The Beatles.

Remember in junior high, when you would receive a note from a friend that was folded up so cool and precisely that you felt bad for unfolding it? When each note was folded a different way? You know what I'm talking about. The hearts, the "pull here" tabs. It was grand. I used to proclaim my hate for these foldings, my reasoning being that it was too complicated to fold, and that the hamburger or hot dog folds were entirely sufficient. But deep inside, my hate came from jealousy. I'm not in any way crafty, and folding something in half is about the extent of my talents. I was jealous that I couldn't fold something like that...
Today brought back all of those horrid memories, when Ryan started making paper footballs out of gum wrappers and programs during sacrament meeting. I became immediately fascinated, and made him teach me how. I got so excited, it's just like folding a flag. But I couldn't do it, I tried and it looked horrible and messy. Then he took the paper, un-folded it, and made a perfect football.
We were going to play, but decided that would be inappropriate for church.
I'm jealous of everyone out there with those mad note folding skills. I would ask you to teach me, but I would probably get frustrated and burn the stupid thing. So thanks anyways.

23 October 2010

I Need Some Sleep

Eels. I'm tired. It's been a long weekend. Not nearly as long as others I guarantee, but it's been a long one.

My love goes out to the soccer girls. You had an amazing season, and you all played so hard last night. You deserved the title, but 2nd is going so much farther than the rest of the teams. You're all fantastic. It nearly broke my heart to see some of you sitting on the floor this morning waiting for the ACT, you all looked so distraught. We all love you. And apparently, yelling "I'm in love with Katy Jessop" Before the game starts will force a good portion of the student section to turn and give you the 'you're insane stop talking' look. Lovely.

I got to bed late, fell asleep even later, and woke up nice and early for the dreaded ACT.

ACT, I hope my prep class for 6 weeks paid off, I need a good score. More than you think, so please be kind to me and produce me a winning score. I'm nearly begging here.

Oh government projects.... Do any of you know the real situation of the national debt? I do now. I'm sorry to make you all jealous.

Halloween is so close. But you don't need to watch paranormal activity 2, or visit haunted establishments. Watch Arsenic and Old Lace, with the lights on. Much better.

Stake Dances-I think I'm approaching the age limit for these, yet I still attend. Why? Because little teenagers are too scared to talk to me, so I can do my thing with my best friend dancing and singing our little hearts out. Definitely worth the gummy bear covered floor... Maybe.

I've recently found myself making a list of boys... This isn't promising. Let's wait and figure out the results.

My last post was pure inspiration. The rain today was magnificent, if only I wasn't held captive in a classroom for the duration.

21 October 2010

Rain

Mika.

I went through the day in one of those, I hate life moods. Stupid of me right? Yes I know, but I couldn't help it for some reason or another. I don't recommend a statistics class to anyone. Especially when placed near people who understand the concepts without even looking at the board. Yeah, the stupid people you're talking about and snickering at? That's me. Thank you.
I'm at the edge of my rope with orchestra. Going into it would turn nasty so I'll just leave it at that.
Seminary was probably great, but I didn't listen. I had to annotate a paper, no, book, for english. The man who wrote it simply contradicted himself in every paragraph. I didn't learn anything, but then how could I when he didn't even know the answer to his own questions. I strongly believe I wasted my time. No big deal though. I'm just a high school student with a job and social life. I obviously have oodles of time to spare.
I arrived in the parking lot thinking, awesome, another addition to horrible no good very bad day. But then Annie got out of her car. That girl can turn any frown upside down and then some. I can't be grateful enough for her. She had just received something special in the mail, and I'm glad her giddy outlook rubbed off on me. Things at work are turning for the better. We will see where things go from here. But let's not get too ahead of ourselves, let's just hope I get over the trip and drop everything everywhere stage. But with my luck and past experience, don't get your hopes up.
I got home and realized how much homework I actually had, and accepted the fact that I was going to have to lock myself in my room for the night. Wrong. Who knows how but I finished it all in record time. Giving me time to watch Big Bang Theory. Don't fret if you haven't heard of it, it's just one of the most clever and humorous shows known to man. Then while laying on my couch I decided I needed dessert. All credit goes to my big sister who has a car and more money than me. Pastry isle at Smith's, full of fat and sugar, please never leave my life.

I spent the day in self pity, thinking, in the words of Mika "I hate days like this" But soon after this phrase he sings about rain. And to me, rain is better than sunshine. My day was secretly raining all day long.

Raindrops
-Sharissa
-Katy
-Sean
-Cristian
-Annie
-Aaron
-My violin
-The comments you lovely people leave on my posts. You genuinely make my day.
-Mika's voice. If anyone can hit those high notes please see me immediately.

20 October 2010

Thank You

You guessed it, not a song for this one.

Saying a simple Hi followed by a warm smile does a lot more than you would think. Try it more to the people around you.

Hearing thank you from someone probably means more to me than most phrases. It makes me feel important. Gives me a glimpse of what I want God to say to me when I see him. Lets me know I'm doing what he asks of me in this life. Say thank you to those who deserve it.

Be grateful.

Dental Care

Owl City. And yes, I went to the dentist today.

Over the years I've had an inner debate going on inside my head deciding whether or not to become a dental hygenist. I could always see myself in such a career, for you see, I have a major obsession with brushing my teeth. And that's an understatement. So if I love brushing and cleaning my own teeth, who's to say I won't love cleaning someone else's? I am.

I decided today while sitting under the bright light decorated with a pastel bib that, the dental field was not for me. Mouths are disgusting. Repulsive, no wonder I obsess with keeping mine clean. I cringe at my own nastiness, no way am I going to voluntarily deal with someone else's. They were digging into the crevices of my mouth, and touching my teeth with their hands, even with gloves on that thought grosses me out, and it's my mouth they're touching. Scraping and cleaning and washing. Oh it just makes me cringe. I'm so glad I decided against the dental field. I couldn't do it.

While laying in my chair making odd faces from the cleaning process, the assistant was talking to me. Asking me actual questions. Umm, miss? My mouth if full of your hands and tools, I clearly can't respond. Give up please. I understand that you can get bored, and can only talk to the same co-workers everyday, but that's what mix-n-mingles are for, don't go asking me about my life. I'd be happy to chat another time when my mouth is is able to open and shut on command, but for now please leave me be. I'm glad my teeth are healthy, spending more time in there than normal would make me a bit crazy.

I love my clean teeth. A lot. But I don't have the capacity to love anyone else's. I apologize.

19 October 2010

Hey Soul Sister

Train.
The first time I heard this song I was driving along the coast of Kauai early in the morning with my dad to find the perfect spot to watch the sunrise.

Hawaii vacations. Could anything be more perfect? Surrounded by your family, people you love to be around and that love to be around you as well. Not having to worry about what you look like or wear because you're never going to see the people on the island again, apart from your family who could care less if your hair falls the right way. The stress free days and nights;not having to worry about school, life, how late it is, what time you need to get up in the morning, or anything. Just about what you feel like doing, which swimsuit to wear, or what to eat. Things are simplistic and perfect. I miss that, and every time I hear this song it makes me miss it more.

Life's complicated, and the complexity only grows every time I wake up. Maybe I'm not one to talk, I'm only 18 right? But for my life things are out of control. I'm growing up.
When I went to pick up sophie today from school she had a paper in her hand, I asked her what it was and she said "It's the address and number to my new friend!" Don't you wish we could all go back to that? When you gave out your number because you made a new friend? Instead of giving it out for a group project, or so that you can get a shift covered at work. Back when making friends meant who you colored with that day, ah I miss it.

But I'm not really allowed to miss it anymore right? I have college and applications to worry about. Graduation announcements to order, senior recitals to practice for, a job to work at. Life is coming a lot faster than I want it to. If only I hadn't wanted to grow up so fast....

18 October 2010

Fun Fun Fun

Beach Boys.

Anyone ever seen Top Gear? If you haven't you're tragically missing out. It's popular in my house due to my father's love for cars and my near obsession. I believe I could look at, fix and be around cars all day every day and be completely content with my life.
This show is incredibly funny, has rather interesting facts about the new and up coming models, and the do's and don'ts to certain models. Intriguing. Completely. Not to mention the 'challenges' they have to complete every now and then. My personal favorite being when they had to each make their own motor home. I haven't laughed that hard in a while.
America is making their own Top Gear.... We will see how that turns out...
Cars are fantastic. I wish I had more time to learn about them. Please stay around for a very long time. With the way technology is changing I have a feeling cars could become a thing of the past. An item to collect. Never ever.... However I do wish I was a better driver...

Random thoughts
-I love hunting equations. I only wish I could hold them captive, never to be revealed again
-I'm so glad that the war in Afghanistan has so much to do with me passing my AP english exam....
-I said I didn't understand it, you said we would look over it in class. thanks so much for the help....
-sarcastic mood perhaps?
-I love group lessons. And I thank the older kids for coming again. You were sorely missed. I'm not mature enough to be the example....
-If only I could play piano like Jon Schmidt.
-Touchy feely being friends with Katy really makes my day
-I miss Washington
-Good luck at the semi's soccer girls!!
-Being a guardian angel for a night really is a mood changer. But can be dampened when doorbell ditching a house with a yard like the grand canyon.
-You can never be too old to pass notes
-I've decided I adore the song Can't Help Falling in Love With You. Any version will do. But my personal favorites are Ingrid Michaelson,Elvis Presly, and Jon Schmidt. Beauty at it's finest.
-Typing when your left hand fingers are asleep is harder than it sounds

16 October 2010

Pictures of You

The Last Goodnight. Yes, The Cure also has a song by this title, and either would suffice for this post.

Senior Pictures. Something I've always loved to look at. But they've never been mine. I love seeing the countless shots from every angle showing everyone's beauty. But again, they've never been mine. And I've been just great with that.
That changed today.
Katy and her wonderful father and I went up to a couple parks to take various shots of both her and myself. It was crazy, with every pose all I thought about was how grown-up I was getting. The fact that these pictures could very well end up in the envelope next to my graduation announcement scares me.
I was thankful Katy was there. Comic relief between posed smiles really lightened up the mood for not just me but her as well I'm sure.
The pictures where we posed together were a tad awkward. There's a bit of a height difference.

Scatter brain
-Hot Air Balloons are amazing. What a thrill. I wish we weren't tethered to the ground.
-There really is a smile that can be too big. Strange to comprehend right?
-I miss Washington and all my family there. Sometimes I really wish I lived up there instead of Utah...
-I'm grateful a million times over that I have graduated from Suzuki and did not have to play and/or attend Celebration tonight.
-Fall break is called a break for a reason. I wish my teachers understood this concept.
-Nifty Fifties
-Halloween has drastically changed over the years. Or maybe it's because I'm older and not focused solely on candy.

14 October 2010

Best Day

Taylor Swift. I apologize for the Taylor overload.

My dad is an incredible guy, and I love him to death.

He picked me up from work today and on the way home I found out I came into some fine Jazz tickets for this very night, pre-season of course, against Phoenix. Nobody really wanted to go with me, so I had to come to the conclusion that I wouldn't be going. -I didn't want to go with anyone that would make me drive. If you know my driving, you understand why- So when dinner was over, and it was half an hour into the game, my dad motions driving to me and mouths "let's go to the game" easily made my night.

So off we were around the point of the mountain when I saw all the lit up temples. Yes I can say all because there's three there. That doesn't happen. I've never been to the Draper Temple, so my dad said after the game we could venture up to the great and spacious houses to sight see the temple.

We parked quite a ways away from the arena, who wants to pay for parking? I've never really seen that side of Salt Lake before. It definitely made me want to turn Urban when I grow up. I'm seeing a downtown in my future. There's so many hidden beauties in the forgotten and rugged downtown.

We get to the game as people were leaving. Right towards the end of half time. And the game was great. The meet and greet for me to see my boys before their primetime. You have promise gentlemen, please don't let me down.

Delicious Dessert. If I remembered the name of the bakery I would tell you all, but I apologize, it slipped my mind. This place is to die for. I could eat the entire store. And if I lived in the apartment building that shared it's parking lot? I would be the employee's best friend and be paying for most of their bills.

The drive to the temple was great. It's a good thing my dad knew where he was going... Don't worry he figured it out. Gorgeous. I love to see the temple.

All in all, I love my dad, the conversations we have, the laughs we have, the memories we have. I wouldn't have wanted to spend tonight with anyone else. Thanks Dad, for everything

13 October 2010

Wrong Turn

Jack Johnson.

Anyone ever driven out to West Lake High School? Not so bad right? All you have to do is exit at Lehi and drive til you hit nowhere. Not anymore. There's the new freeway expansion and Pioneer Crossing. It was supposed to make things simpler and smoother. Which I believe it did, however I am a creature of habit, removing my habits is a bad idea. Especially when I have to find new options in the dark.

I took millions of wrong turns tonight. Several wrong ones on the way to help Sharissa ask her boy to Sadies. That was a little stupid of me, I've been there before. Who hit the off button on my brain? But then I had to drive to West Lake and back. I did fantastic on the way there. On the way back? I went right instead of left, thus leading us to the other side of Utah Lake. 10 minutes into the drive Katy and I realize that we weren't going the right way. Yay a detour! Yeah, obviously something didn't click in me that that particuar detour would have added hours onto our drive home. So we flipped around and headed back. 3 cheers for the directionally impaired.

-West Lake drill team took a wrong turn when picking their uniforms
-I made a wrong turn speaking to someone today who clearly didn't want to speak to me

We all make wrong turns. That's what the steering wheel is for.

12 October 2010

Love Story

Taylor Swift.

Chick Flicks. Where the girl gets swept off her feet, the boy is crazy for her, and they always end up together. It's gotten to the point where you can recognize the ending couple by their first line in the movie. We all would like to believe this could happen to us, and perhaps it will, but chances are? Your chick flick or love story will be a lot more messy and elongated than those in the movies.

Anyone seen Valentines Day? It's 10 different love stories wrapped into an hour and a half of roses, rings, dogs, guitars, planes, and kisses. Watching a weekends worth of chick flicks will obviously lead a girl to wish she had a boy. -Girls if you can watch the movies I did and not feel that way you have a heart of steel and I want lessons.- But clearly, my life is boy free, and it's fantastic. I have a knack for getting hurt, and that always starts with a boy. My life is at the part of the movie when the girl has completed her bounce back, and learned to love life again. Waiting for the right guy to come around.... (Having a substitute teacher explain love and life to you really puts things into perspective) I wish my life was Mulan. Where she goes and fights for a purpose, and the boys happens to be included in the package. He's not what she set out to obtain. That's my new goal. Starting...now. But my life isn't Mulan, it's not when in Rome, or Life as We Know It, or any of those. It's my own story.

Crying and wallowing is a good thing after a break up. Just ask the Gilmore Girls. The pain you feel is unexplainable, and too real to ignore. Nothing helps it heal, and nothing calms it down. It distracts you from every aspect of your life. But my time for wallowing in my own self pity and unnecessary sorrow is past over. It's time to go defeat the huns.

Half of my Heart

John Mayer.

Some of us learned today in AP English that giving half your heart happens to be the meaning behind "The Lemon Tree." Does this reflect on to how I live my life? Heavens no, I fall hard and fast, people who know me can tell you all about it. However my beloved english teacher decided that instead of my comment simply stating the meaning of the poem is also how I live my entire life. So, to those who didn't know, including me, I now will never give my entire heart into anything in life.
Boy isn't english great??

Because of my overwhelmingly short attention span today, here's what's on my mind
-Annie is my little ray of sunshine. We're thankful for her at work, when some of us can't hold our emotions together
-Softball is fantastic, we had a great run Scorpions, but I'm glad the season came to an end last night. I couldn't handle the time consuming game nights.
-Don't stretch yourself too thin. It results in tears, and a rashy pink complexion for the rest of the night.
-3 Cheers for naps in Government
-Fruit loops.
-inappropriate hands in physics. Gentlemen, you're lucky mr teacher is as oblivious as he is...
-Substitute teachers who think that girls should start looking for their eternal companion immediately. We're falling behind seniors. Juniors? Get it together and start looking.

Don't do anything half-heartedly , you'll miss half the fun.

10 October 2010

Untitled

Simple Plan.

It's been a long, long week for most of us.

God is out there, he loves us, he wants us to return to him.

Keep them in your prayers and hearts. I know they are in mine.

Be thankful for the people in your life. And let them know of your gratitude.

Girls Just Want To Have Fun

Cyndi Lauper.
Weekends in Midway are always near perfect, at least in my experience. And one of the best is when you take two of your best friends, your aunt, (who happens to be another of my best friends) and my amazing Mom.

It was my birthday several weeks ago, so why not party it up now? Exactly. Swimming in the Crater, going to dinner, games, splode, french braids, shopping, movie, pizza, and many many chick flicks. Wonderful. The perfect care free weekend. With beautiful girls. The weekend wasn't particularly out of control, like some girls nights can get, but we definitely had our moments. And let's just say Josh Duhamel? Our new crush.

-Lecy you were dearly missed, and Jill, Katy and I apologize for not taking as many pictures as we should have for you, but we took one picture the first night and I do believe it to be the ugliest picture known to man, and it killed our desire to take more pictures.
-Fog could possibly be the coolest weather I've seen. I wish it was foggy more often, but perhaps not at night, that's a bit terrifying.

06 October 2010

Sidenote: Facebook. The silent killer

These happen when there are no songs to convey my feelings. It'll happen now and then.

Raise your hand if you don't have a facebook. Wow. 2 of you? Thanks for proving my point.

We all have facebooks, and what are they really used for? Keeping in touch with people? no, we're in high school, the people we befriend on facebook are people we see daily. If anything the older generations have more use for it, they don't see all their buds on a regular basis.
We use facebook to make ourselves look good, keep in touch with others, stalk others, make others jealous, publicly announce things that, if you really wanted the person to know, you would have notified them in a more personal way, or they were actually at the event. and last but not least, creep people out.

There's many things you can add to a facebook profile, and all the things we add? Are to make ourselves look good. Perhaps you're not superficial, and the pictures you put on are of your friends and yourself. That's awesome, brownies for you good people. but for most of the profiles I see, it's millions of pictures and albums of themselves in many different awkward poses. Which brings us to stalking.
We all do it. You browse around your friends friends of people you sort of know or hear about. Looking at pictures, conversations, their ideas, their likes and dislikes, all that stuff. Facebook has become the reason the creeper population went up last year.

People have become obsessed with picture taking due to the fact that you can add said pictures and tag all who are displayed in it. the term "that's going on facebook!" isn't nonsense to us anymore.
Facebook is a great resource to all, and we can all keep in touch with those far away in a much more efficient way now. But other than that, it's a superficial, time sucking addiction.

Here Comes the Rain Again

Eurythmics. Let's take it back to the 80's shall we? We all know everything was better then, aside from the hairstyles.

The rain started this week, and it brought it's joy, smell, look, feel, bliss and dampness with it. I don't believe any of us could ask for anything better.

Something that I tend to think about when I think about rain and it's situations, I think of kissing in the rain. I have never done this, nor am I a kissing obsessed teenage girl. But it crosses my mind now and again. Kissing in the rain, you think it would strengthen a relationship wouldn't you? Well, talking to Amanda today, we realized that maybe that's not always the case.

It's break up season at Timpanogos High. Summer romance flames are coming to a dim flicker, and for most, a complete extinguish. Amanda and I were discussing the probably causes for this, and well, we blamed it on the rain. You would think that the rain would only strengthen the summer romances, but as we all know, summer romances show little to no chance of survivng. Rain brings a magic to the earth, and perhaps one of it's magics is love. So then why are all the couples breaking up? Because the magic was brought to individuals who found the magic with a new mate. And thus, the chain of break ups began.

This chain doesn't go on forever though. There are many different kinds of loves in high school. Summer love, real love, infatuation, the week long let's get together, the instantaneous meaningless hand holding, and the winter love.

The winter love is a result of the dead summer love and the pain all the lovers are feeling. The summer lovers are lonely, and are looking for a new special someone to cuddle with in the blankets and kiss under the soon to come mistletoe. So although Timpanogos is going through the break up cycle, keep your chin up kids, the winter love cycle is right around the corner.

05 October 2010

Crayons can Melt on us for all I care

Relient K.

Halloween is coming up, but I never fully understood this statement until I went to Ridley's with my dad tonight. Holy cow is Halloween coming up, or in better terms, Holy cow is Halloween copycatting Christmas. I saw Halloween gingerbread houses, Halloween cookies, wreaths, lights, and countless other things. I'll let the candy slide, but that's only because without candy, Halloween wouldn't really be a holiday. But come on America, I know how much you love making money, and coming up with any random gizmo to quicken that process, but stealing from Christmas? It should be a sin. The only thing that helps me get through these hard times is the Hall's house. Christmas lights and wreaths up and glowing. You're the light in my dark world. Thank you.

Senior pictures? Not my kind of thing, however senior pictures with Katy taken by her dad, one of my favorite people I know, could be a blast. Bring on the cheese.

Headaches are a total drag, especially when they make you miss college day at your school, I now have no general direction to lean towards when applying. Oh well, I watched Ferris Beuller and Glee, so things will turn out for the better.

Everyone seems to be joining the work force at the orem old navy, while others seem to be leaving left and right. To the newbies, I hope we become friends, and I hope you don't intimidate me like some already do. And to the dear friends leaving? Please don't, you're really the only reason I show up to work. Well, that and the occasional boost in my bank account. But honestly, it's not so bad, and if it is, please take me to AF with you.

Rain. It's a magical thing. Some think it makes their day dreary, but I am one of the (hopefully) many who adore rain, and would move to rainy Seattle any day. It's been a real tragedy to be cooped up in my house for the past couple days, but the random 'let's pour all of the Pacific Ocean onto Utah County' rain, I was outside for that. And in case you were wondering, it was extremely enjoyable. Now, go dance in the rain.

04 October 2010

Stay Home

Self.

Migranes, aren't they just lovely? Especially the ones that last for a week. I tried my hardest to get up this morning, I had hard classes today, and if you go to Timp you understand how hard it is to miss even one class. But my trying was in vain. I sat up and just about fainted, so I went back to sleep. As much as I hate missing school, I loved the fact that I was at home sleeping and watching Cary Grant while the rest of my peers were studying and using brain power. I wasn't jealous of any of you in the slightest, but I know I will regret that statement later this week.

The cherry on my day was the shots injected into my bottom. I was supposed to give blood today, but instead I got a couple shots in my back shots... They definitely made the pain go away, but they also made me sleep for a good 6 hours. Take that sleep deprived children. It's late and I'm still tired, who knew my body lacked so much sleep.

This staying home is starting to grow on me. But let's hope the headaches go away.

03 October 2010

Ghost

Parachute.

Ever wonder what people do when they're not at school? I do. I will openly admit how creepy this is, but I do wonder every now and then. People tell you about their weekend, they post things on the various social sites, but you don't get the whole story. And sometimes I wonder what a persons whole story really is. All people really tell you are the really good things, and/or the really bad things. But what about the small things that make up your day? A funny joke someone tells, a silly remark, a funny thing they saw someone do. Anything. All I'm saying is that it would be rather interesting to follow people around for a day unseen. Be their ghost if you will.

02 October 2010

Thriller

Michael Jackson.
Let the Haunting season begin.
Oh how I haven't missed being so scared that I might pee.
Halloween is my most hated season. It has no point or background to it. Corporate America must have decided that since people like the adrenaline rush of being scared and they can make money off it, why not turn it into a holiday? Ridiculous.

However, I do enjoy the occasional haunted house. With the right people of course.
Haley, Katy and I decided to go to Haunted Forest this evening. That's a night I will never forget.
-screaming, chubby 10 year olds.
-13 year olds and their pda....
-Haley and her strange ability to draw the creepers towards her. Which isn't fun when she's got a death grip on you...
-Being the tallest one in the group...
-Watching them run into a tree.
-black men that hit on blonde girls...

Girls, go to a haunted house without boys. It's a completely different experience and very fun.
However, we like going with boys every now and then. If you know what I mean.

Middle of Nowhere

Hot Hot Heat.
Ever been to the middle of nowhere? No? Drive to Tooele. You hit middle of nowhere for about 45 minutes. It was worse until people decided to live out in Eagle Mountain and West Lake High School was built. It's getting better, Utah is expanding, but I have a feeling the miles from West Lake to Stockton will remain untouched for many years. What's Stockton? It's a town. What's there? A post office and a cemetery. What else is out there? My dad's side of the family.

We don't see each other very often, so when we do the first 20 or so minutes is awkward. There's always new babies nobody knew had been born, and the teens always look so much older. However, give us an hour and the teasing, joking, laughing and joy will begin. Family is the best. And looking out over flat farm land into a smoky red sunset? Life can't get better.

Since my mind is in the middle of nowhere...
-I beat Mr. Nagro in an argument the other day. I was so surprised it happened that I didn't know what to say, how to cope with the fact that I had won. It was a great feeling when it finally sank in, and let me tell you, it'll happen more now that I know it's possible.
-General Conference happens to be the best two weekends of the year, I hope everyone watches.
-Although I beat my partner in the spot the apostle game in seminary, it doesn't mean I'm good. Picking me as the girls representative was a horrible idea. Especially when my reflexes resemble that of a sloth.
-V8 fusions could possibly be the best drink there is.
-It's October. That much closer to Christmas, and even closer to getting scared.

Drive out to the middle of nowhere when you next get the opportunity. And go by yourself. Peaceful.

29 September 2010

Juliet

LMNT. Great song about 10 years ago. I remember rocking out to this song in my room still in my elemtary school uniform. ah the good old days...

Shakespeare. A legend and icon. Such a legend that high school drama has a whole night devoted to him. No, I usually don't go to things like this, pretty much never actually. But tonight, I went. What possessed me to do such a thing? I was offered extra credit in my english class for attending. And since I am in AP and I got a B on my last paper, I will take all the extra credit I can get.

Shocker, I went with Katy. Always. Lizzy even came. I like her. All three of us walked into the auditorium with the well known attitude of sign me in and get me out. I even brought homework to do while the skits and monologues were being performed. However, we walked out stunned.

These drama kids are incredible. Better than I imagined that's for sure. True emotion and feeling went into these short clips of acts and plays. The crazy ladies were insane, the lovers were in love, the killers came out on top, and justice was given where justice was due. A few of the performances literally gave me chills. I could watch some of you all day long and I could listen to some of the voices for the rest of my life. Great entertainment. I can't wait until you all perform the musical footloose. It'll be grand. Not to mention my unhealthy obsession with this play/movie.

I wish I could consider my self a drama kid. Alas, I can't, so I will leave the stage tears and slapstick comedy to the professionals.

28 September 2010

Sweet and Low

Augustana. I chose this song simply because I'm in a sweet song mood, and it's one of my favorites on my sweet and slow playlist.

What I learned today

- that simply stating a fact to a wired teacher is a bad idea and will lose you points in class.
- Procrastinating the massive research project is a horrible idea.
- Broadcasting on the radio is quite enjoyable. I like picking what everyone else has to listen to for an allotted amount of time. However, my voice and diction could use some work.
- Bake delicious brownies for a boy once and he will ask you for more every day after.
- Senior games are always exciting. Congratulating the girls who helped bring your team to what they are. Seeing them grow up and move on to better things. Watching your best friend's senior game however, is extremely depressing. It means we're done with high school sports, our glory days. And that soon we are going to have to grow up. Horrid.
- A game show put on by your stake leaders has great potential, just don't ever get your hopes too high. Ah, I love being the only team to get ripped off.... Losing? Sinks my boat.
- Glee. This show will always make you happier inside.
- Math homework late at night tends to result in to flipping to the back of the book, and giving half-hearted answers.
- Boys who usually sleep during english have hilarious 'under the breath' comments. However, don't laugh too loud. The teacher thinks you're laughing at him.
- Breath is a nasty word. I hate it. Along with crevice and moisture. Horrible words.
- Big hair is a small town Idaho thing. Please stop with the ratting ladies. It's over done....


Best friends make life so much easier to handle.

27 September 2010

I Enjoy Being a Girl

Roger and Hammerstein. This frilly happy song is from the Musical "Flower Drum Song" Don't know it? Not many do, so look it up.

Do I enjoy being a girl? Most of the time.
I do like the three letters we can throw out whenever to excuse our random and inexplicable behavior. Those three letters have saved my pockets more than I would like to admit... However, the downside to those 3 letters? Let's not go into details but I have a good feeling that every girl dreads it.

Hair? Anyone can have it long, but let's get real. The length isn't becoming on you boys. So don't. I do love my long hair though. The flips and swishes when I run? more entertaining than it should be. Plus, there's always something to braid during a boring class. However, my curly mess is out of control. Thank the stars for straighteners.

Something that is superb about being a girl is dating. The stress about asking? Hardly ever put on our shoulders. My hat's off to you boys, it takes guts. Plus the money. Now I don't mind paying my share every now and then, but I am thankful the boys get to. Or, whomever asks. Plus it's just good being a girl in that whole scheme of things.

Girls sports at my school isn't half bad either. We're the teams who actually win more than 3 games a season. Well, all the girls teams except mine that is...

All in all. Being a girl is usually fantastic. I don't like the unexplained crying, extra work to look good when boys simply shower, the fear of pregnancy, or cooking. But ladies? Let's enjoy what we've got.

26 September 2010

You're the Inspiration

Chicago. Let's put it this way, if you've never heard of Chicago, or if you have but don't like them? Stop saying you like music. This song yes, is about a girl who is his inspiration. Not quite what happened to over the weekend, but it was true inspiration.

College is just around the corner, and applicaiton deadlines are just down the street. I knew this, but I don't think it really hit me until last night when I sat down with my parents with a few college brochures. It's expensive, my ACT score needs to be higher, location, GPA, extra cirriculars, essays, moving out, living expenses. I was on the verge of tears, and if you know me, that is a rare occasion. And as mentioned previously, I attended the relief society broadcast.

I got home after my activities commenced, and balled my eyes out. I'm not ready to grow up at all. Things can stay the same. And the whole time I was fighting with myself whether or not joining the armed forces was a good idea. Serving my country is something I've always wanted to do more of. They will pay for my school, and the missionary work could be endless. It's an issue being fought in my head at the moment. Or at least, it was until this morning. Church was ward conference, so naturally my bishop spoke. His words were sent from God just for me. Revelation from God only comes when he deems it necessary. And it comes in Packages. Beautiful right? I knew that this was meant for me, and that all of my questions regarding the rest of my life would be answered when he felt that I was ready for them. This afternoon I got an answer.

The armed forces? Not for me. God and the prophets all say how important and what a blessing it is to be a woman. And although this thought still makes me gag, being a full time mom is the best blessing/career anyone could ever want. That's my answer. If I were to join the armed forces, things would be different family wise, and I might not be able to always be there for them.

My answers are coming, and my fear of growing up is slowly leaving. I'll get there.

Inspiration can come from anyone or from anywhere and anytime. We all need to be open to it.

25 September 2010

Monster

Ne yo. He's got some beautiful monster in his life, and I heard this song while at work today, and it made my brain turn while folding cardis. which are 17.50 right now. A basic steal for how great they are. I happen to have a few beautiful monsters in my life as well ne yo. You're not the only one.

Church volleyball. I live for it. I happen to seriously rock at "jungle ball" or so it's called when you hit it back and forth over the net using 0 skill or strategy. It's beautiful. The monster? Short court, no room to serve, so they all go out. Woot....

Cleaning the room. A monster to everyone am I right? Let me know if you enjoy cleaning your bedroom and we can schedule a time for you to clean mine as well. The beautiful part? Adding to my wall of memoirs by finding my bundle of quotes and sayings from Jamie's sunday school class. If she's not the definition of overachiever than I don't know what is.

Work. Oh my heavens a monster. Who doesn't love folding clothes for hours on end. Or picking up after messes people leave. Or dealing with naked men in fitting rooms. Or cross dressers. Or poop on sandals? or having hours cut and only getting paid for an hours worth of work. Or the horrid songs that get played, and don't worry, you hear them over and over and over again. The records might as well be broken, cause Old Navy sure sounds like one. Or having a brand new GM for 2 whole weeks and still not ever working with him. Do I know anything about him? Absolutely not. Awesome. The beautiful part? The people and best friend/family relationship we all have. The annoying needy rude people that come in, and only being able to laugh at their absurdities. Having to tell college boys that even though I'm 18, it doesn't mean I'm in college. Shame sometimes, the boys last night were quite attractive. The music as well is pretty great occasionally. There's some bieber fever, or oldies or everything in between. Only problem? customers shoot weird looks and complain to managers when the employees go around dancing and singing. Oh Old Navy.... You hold a place in my heart forever.

College talks. BIG monster. I'm not one to like the growing up and moving away idea. If I could I would live at home forever. And as much as I hate high school, I'm not ready to go to college. Responsibility? Foreign term. Don't forget the cost. Ah. Horrid. Let's make it freak out Brenna day and discuss her future. I was ready to burst into tears. Beautiful part? ....We'll figure that out later.

And to make the cry lump in my throat bigger, my mother made me accompany her and Amber to the relief society broadcast because I am now technically an adult. Why didn't I want to go? They were going to talk about making babies and it being a commandment. The thought of... that process and such makes me want to throw up, I'm not old enough for those kinds of discussions. If you know what I mean. I discussed this with my mom and she said, honey, they don't talk about that stuff, they talk about being daughters of god, how to have a faithful righteous family and household. So I went. Hoping and praying that the term "multiply and replenish the earth" never came up. It turned out to be quite fantastic. I learned lots, and it definitely strengthened my testimony. However, second talk? all about makin babies. Thanks mom. I'm definitely not ready to grow up, but this session definitely made things seem a little more easier to handle.

Tangent. I realized tonight that women deal with self confidence, drama, and judgment issues just as much as teenage girls do. I didn't think about it until President Monson discussed how we are all daughters of God, and that to judge is a sin. Now, these are phrases heard at YW meetings, and I never thought they kept saying these things after we were grown up. So I asked my mother and sister about this after. Apparently, even after women marry and their husband loves them for their inner beauty more than anything, women still struggle with self esteem and appearance issues. This truly breaks my heart. And I hope I can be different from this. All women are amazing, and they enough to suffer through, appearance and worldly cares shouldn't be on their list. Women of the world, my heart goes out to you, and I hope you all realize how truly beautiful you all are, and how us teens look up to you.

Movie night. Beautiful. I love my mom and sister. But them making fun of my icee and nasty tasting food addiction is, well, expected I guess. It happens every time. Monster? Laughing at a part where nobody else does and having my mother hit me for it.... Odd.

Pimples. Monster. My face decided to grow a zoo recently. Awesome... It's probably all of this school and college. Too much for me. I should quit it all until my complexion returns. Beautiful? nope.

Homecoming games? Monster. I guess the Timpanogos football team doesn't understand the concept of winning when it's your homecoming game solely for the fact that the entire world shows up to see you win Mr undefeated team. And losing by 30 pts isn't the way to accomplish this. The don't understand that when it's another schools homecoming game, you should win because it embarrasses them. But my team clearly doesn't want this to happen. It's ok boys. I love all of you dearly, and you all know that, but let's get the team in shape. I know we can do it. Beauty? They lose the games I come to, I need to find a better friday night activity.

Song memories. Monster when it's the song you loved to sing with a certain boy. Or when it's the song you listened to to get over said boy. Beauty? Sharing songs with your best friend. Magical elevators for sure.

Friends. Getting texts to fast for a friend who happens to be one of the best, however, I had no idea of the problem or why it was desired for us to fast. Do I get informed when I asked. No. I'm losing these people and it's not setting well with me. Time for things to change. Beauty? The fect that my friends care so much about each other to openly fast for each other.

Now go and find your beautiful monster.

23 September 2010

Relax

Frankie Goes To Hollywood. Admit it, we've all heard the song. And if you haven't? Then you need to re-think your life...

Relax guys. It's just another day. And take a look at all your stress causing problems. Chances are they will make you laugh, they certainly made me laugh.

Today I realized I hadn't done my math homework that was due this morning. What did I do? Gave myself a bad grade. I should be worried, but for some strange reason I honestly could care less. It feels like my senioritis is coming in...
Orchestra? Last year it was stress free laugh your head off bliss. This year, it's a whole stress ball all condensed into one class period. I miss you class of 2010. We stand no chance at sounding even decent without you, our conductors are a million times more uptight without you here for some reason, and I have to be a leader and set an example.... ha wow. Good luck with that one.

Recording our pieces for sweet blind Fernando? Happy to do it he's a super funny kid and I love that he takes orchestra. However me being me I wanted to sound perfect for him so he could learn the notes and rhythm. And i definitely didn't. ahh... awesome. But that's ok because my independent music study period has recently been ending with the sounds of Cole playing the piano. Ah talk about a stress reliever. Guys, play the piano.

Lunch? Put into our lives to suck the stress out. Or at least that's what it was meant to do. You're usually successful lunch, but keep trying.

Seminary. Ah the highlight of my day. Best class ever. I think we're funnier than Jerry Seinfeld on a good night. Want a good laugh? Come visit my class.

Alright let's get to the good part. My after school day was relatively stress free. Until I sit down to do my homework... My english assignment could have very well been written in gibberish. Nobody knew what they had to do. So we decided to just not turn in anything tomorrow. However, teachers always have an excuse to make it our fault even when it's usually theirs. So i emailed my teacher, in hopes he could either explain it to a more comprehendable degree, or not respond so i wouldn't have homework. nope, he responded. But not only that, he called me. That's right, my english teacher called me. Talk about horror movie worthy. I hung up and shivers went down my spine. I pray that that never happens to me ever again. He told me to relax, that it wasn't as big of a deal as i was making it. Oh yes it was, you don't allow late assignments. Stressful for sure. However the satisfaction of completing it in 10 minutes was quite worth it.

Need to really relieve the stress in your life? Make browines. Oh, and double the recipe.