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.
29 September 2010
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
22 September 2010
High School
Superchick. They're alright. Not always my music but this song couldn't be more appropriate for what I'm about to say. Yesterday I said my main loves about high school. Today, let's discuss the dislikes. Cross your fingers this list doesn't get out of control.
-Early mornings. Come on, we're teenagers. We go with sleep like peanut butter and jelly. It's a must. So a couple extra hours or so? I would love it. And I would be a much nicer person in the mornings if this were to happen.
-Math. Come on, it's a joke. We all know I'm not going to go into a profession that requires more than algebra 2. If a kid really loves math, let them excel at it and make the classes optional. But for those of us who don't? Required classes all through high school seriously sucks.
-Science. yeah, not my cup of tea. sure it's interesting, but not interesting enough to keep my attention and to make me want to learn more. I'm lucky I can write stories about octopus's and have story time with DJ or I would probably die of boredom. We all know that if you throw oil on the floor and walk on it you're gonna slip. Let's not test it.
-Packed hallways. Yes, this was on the positive list, but I have mixed feelings about these hallowed halls. The major congestion, the pushing, shoving and yelling isn't a party. I would love to avoid it. Too bad it's physically impossible.
-Teachers. Nobody cares about your personal life. If they did they would be your friend. We aren't in your class to be your friend. Please just teach us. And the incessant teasing and anger towards certain students is getting old. I'm not that bad....
-No electronics. Yeah, because I'm going to listen to a song on my ipod that's gonna give me all the answers to my stats test.... I get good grades, please humor my short attention span
-Homework. What a joke.
-Drama. Oh we love friends. But each friend comes with potential drama. I've been lucky to land a best friend who avoids drama like a fat kid avoids a treadmill. Lucky for her I attract drama like nobody else. It sucks. So let's all grow up and get over this juvenile crap. We're better than this right?
-Boys. They're much more confusing than girls.
-Knowitalls. There's one in every class. Question is, is it you? For your sake I hope it's not. The ones that know every answer and don't give the slower kids a chance to understand. Or the kids that interrupt the teachers every sentence making the lesson stop. Some of us have a short attention span, if it's broken by someone other than me? I'm not a happy camper. Or the kids who become the teacher's best friend.... Yeah you're keepers.
-Popularity contests. Each school has the popular kids. But are they really popular? They have friends, but we all do. People know who they are, but people know others as well. The only reason you're popular is because you obsess with taking pictures of your various outings and throwing them all over facebook. We all have social lives, we just choose to enjoy them rather than document the good times of everyone but ourselves. Please get over yourselves.
-Imprisonment. For 3 years we are all trapped under the same roof for 7+ hours every day for months. Then we go on leave, only to come back for more. It's torturing. Thank heavens it's my last year. I've been waiting to get out since halfway through sophomore year. I don't care if it goes too fast. Let it end please.
-Stupid people. You know, the people who drop your IQ several points with every word that comes out of their mouth? What a treat.
-Stress. It leaks out of every pore of every students body.
-Hormones. We all have them. Some of us cry for no reason, some of us get uncontrollable acne. Some of us get massive BO. Some of us sweat like, well football players. It also makes us wish that the opposite gender wasn't so confusing. Hooray for puberty.
-Class of 2010. Without you I don't have a desire to come to school at all. Orchestra is pointless without my first circle friends. I miss you all. I miss the Seniors. I keep thinking you all will pop up one day. Yeah that won't happen.... I hope the juniors now will miss me just as much as I miss my older class.
This isn't all, but it's all that strikes my mind at the moment.
My heart goes out to the kids who hopefully don't turn out to be an older version of who they are now. And cross your fingers graduation comes sooner.
-Early mornings. Come on, we're teenagers. We go with sleep like peanut butter and jelly. It's a must. So a couple extra hours or so? I would love it. And I would be a much nicer person in the mornings if this were to happen.
-Math. Come on, it's a joke. We all know I'm not going to go into a profession that requires more than algebra 2. If a kid really loves math, let them excel at it and make the classes optional. But for those of us who don't? Required classes all through high school seriously sucks.
-Science. yeah, not my cup of tea. sure it's interesting, but not interesting enough to keep my attention and to make me want to learn more. I'm lucky I can write stories about octopus's and have story time with DJ or I would probably die of boredom. We all know that if you throw oil on the floor and walk on it you're gonna slip. Let's not test it.
-Packed hallways. Yes, this was on the positive list, but I have mixed feelings about these hallowed halls. The major congestion, the pushing, shoving and yelling isn't a party. I would love to avoid it. Too bad it's physically impossible.
-Teachers. Nobody cares about your personal life. If they did they would be your friend. We aren't in your class to be your friend. Please just teach us. And the incessant teasing and anger towards certain students is getting old. I'm not that bad....
-No electronics. Yeah, because I'm going to listen to a song on my ipod that's gonna give me all the answers to my stats test.... I get good grades, please humor my short attention span
-Homework. What a joke.
-Drama. Oh we love friends. But each friend comes with potential drama. I've been lucky to land a best friend who avoids drama like a fat kid avoids a treadmill. Lucky for her I attract drama like nobody else. It sucks. So let's all grow up and get over this juvenile crap. We're better than this right?
-Boys. They're much more confusing than girls.
-Knowitalls. There's one in every class. Question is, is it you? For your sake I hope it's not. The ones that know every answer and don't give the slower kids a chance to understand. Or the kids that interrupt the teachers every sentence making the lesson stop. Some of us have a short attention span, if it's broken by someone other than me? I'm not a happy camper. Or the kids who become the teacher's best friend.... Yeah you're keepers.
-Popularity contests. Each school has the popular kids. But are they really popular? They have friends, but we all do. People know who they are, but people know others as well. The only reason you're popular is because you obsess with taking pictures of your various outings and throwing them all over facebook. We all have social lives, we just choose to enjoy them rather than document the good times of everyone but ourselves. Please get over yourselves.
-Imprisonment. For 3 years we are all trapped under the same roof for 7+ hours every day for months. Then we go on leave, only to come back for more. It's torturing. Thank heavens it's my last year. I've been waiting to get out since halfway through sophomore year. I don't care if it goes too fast. Let it end please.
-Stupid people. You know, the people who drop your IQ several points with every word that comes out of their mouth? What a treat.
-Stress. It leaks out of every pore of every students body.
-Hormones. We all have them. Some of us cry for no reason, some of us get uncontrollable acne. Some of us get massive BO. Some of us sweat like, well football players. It also makes us wish that the opposite gender wasn't so confusing. Hooray for puberty.
-Class of 2010. Without you I don't have a desire to come to school at all. Orchestra is pointless without my first circle friends. I miss you all. I miss the Seniors. I keep thinking you all will pop up one day. Yeah that won't happen.... I hope the juniors now will miss me just as much as I miss my older class.
This isn't all, but it's all that strikes my mind at the moment.
My heart goes out to the kids who hopefully don't turn out to be an older version of who they are now. And cross your fingers graduation comes sooner.
21 September 2010
Eet
Regina Spektor. Let's go off on a tangent real quick. We all know my unwavering love for tangents.
This song gets me thinking. Makes me remember times past, things that I possibly would want to relive to change the outcome. And others to look back and be glad it's finally over.
To the boy who became my other half-we had a good time. The term Best friends was an understatement. An entire year. We had ups and downs, who doesn't. But we were inseparable, always there for the other. and you knew me better than I knew myself. So many nights we spent talking, going to my favorite movies, driving for hours, listening to music. You became a part of the family. You didn't have an interest in some of the things that I did, but you tried every single one of them anyways. I tried as well, and my country playlist on my ipod is all thanks to you. A few actions, a couple conversations gone bad. And you're now completely gone from my life. We attend the same school, have a class together, and we don't even exchange nods. You've disappeared. When you text me about our friend in pain, we fight we can't even have a civil conversation anymore. Oh how times change...
To the boy who loves the Jazz. We were tight, and now have a lot of embarrassing stories we can share. Time has been good to us. You prove that friendship doesn't always die out.
To they boy who makes excuses. Making excuses to save my feelings? not smart. Girls find out everything. I know you lied about your reasoning. But I'm very ok with it. Things turned out for the better... almost. Please stop the mind games. It's not fair to me. I'm dying here.
To the boy who's always been there. Friendship lasts longer than anything. And I can't be more grateful that that's all we've ever been. We've helped each other through so much. And we get along better than most. I truly hope time doesn't ruin this for us.
To the boy with the hidden talents. I'm sorry. You're an incredible person. And you're one of the best friends I've had. But I'm sorry it couldn't be more. I couldn't keep trying. It hurt to see you hurt. Seeing you sad hurts more than you think. And I'm sorry for my major backstab. Thank you for forgiving.
It's like forgetting the words to your favorite song. You can't believe it, you were always singing along. It was so easy and the words so sweet. You can't remember, you try to feel the beat...
This song gets me thinking. Makes me remember times past, things that I possibly would want to relive to change the outcome. And others to look back and be glad it's finally over.
To the boy who became my other half-we had a good time. The term Best friends was an understatement. An entire year. We had ups and downs, who doesn't. But we were inseparable, always there for the other. and you knew me better than I knew myself. So many nights we spent talking, going to my favorite movies, driving for hours, listening to music. You became a part of the family. You didn't have an interest in some of the things that I did, but you tried every single one of them anyways. I tried as well, and my country playlist on my ipod is all thanks to you. A few actions, a couple conversations gone bad. And you're now completely gone from my life. We attend the same school, have a class together, and we don't even exchange nods. You've disappeared. When you text me about our friend in pain, we fight we can't even have a civil conversation anymore. Oh how times change...
To the boy who loves the Jazz. We were tight, and now have a lot of embarrassing stories we can share. Time has been good to us. You prove that friendship doesn't always die out.
To they boy who makes excuses. Making excuses to save my feelings? not smart. Girls find out everything. I know you lied about your reasoning. But I'm very ok with it. Things turned out for the better... almost. Please stop the mind games. It's not fair to me. I'm dying here.
To the boy who's always been there. Friendship lasts longer than anything. And I can't be more grateful that that's all we've ever been. We've helped each other through so much. And we get along better than most. I truly hope time doesn't ruin this for us.
To the boy with the hidden talents. I'm sorry. You're an incredible person. And you're one of the best friends I've had. But I'm sorry it couldn't be more. I couldn't keep trying. It hurt to see you hurt. Seeing you sad hurts more than you think. And I'm sorry for my major backstab. Thank you for forgiving.
It's like forgetting the words to your favorite song. You can't believe it, you were always singing along. It was so easy and the words so sweet. You can't remember, you try to feel the beat...
Live It Up
Group 1 Crew. Got to love free music tuesday on itunes. Sometimes diamonds in the rough are found. Such as today.
It's high school everyone let's live it up. We're teenagers let's live it up. We don't have bills to pay live it up. God loves everyone of us live it up.
High School, the ultimate place to 'live it up' am I right? Yeah our responsibilities and lives seem overwhelming when we look at it, but in all honesty, it's not as bad as it's going to get. So treasure it. But in honor of this high school theme, let's make a pro/con list. I quite enjoy my occasional list. It's almost soothing.
Let's discuss the positives today
Pro's:
-The social life. We all have one, no matter how big or small, it's there
-The friends. Some we only see at school and won't be a part of our lives after graduation. But others will be a part of us until death. Either way they're making an impact on who you're gonna turn out to be.
-Classes. Yeah yeah, they suck. But hey, we get to pretend to be smart so colleges will like us and let us live on their campus. So let's pay attention. Unless it's one of 'those' classes, where paying attention isn't necessary for a good grade, if that's the case, Target has coloring books for cheap.
-Teachers. They mold our minds... ha yeah right. True they teach us how to pass tests, but that's about it. In all honesty, I don't think I'm going to retain much after graduation. Let's hope I'm wrong. Back to teachers. If you're like me, your personality is hard to handle, and getting along with people can be a problem. If this is the case, you've never been the apple of your teachers eye and the words 'out in the hall' become a common phrase in your life. So arguing and getting scolded becomes regular. And it becomes a joy and hilarity in your life. Gotta love high school.
-Lunch. The limited time period we all live for. The time where we can go home if we choose, go out to eat, or just hang around the school. Any option is near bliss. Home? A relaxing period where you can go to the bathroom comfortably. (my phobia of public restrooms shines through) And eat as much as you want, knowing the food is decent. Out to eat? A glimpse of weekend with friends. Always fun but usually results in bankruptcy or tardies. Hangin around the school? aka social hour with anyone and everyone. nuff said.
-The opposite gender. High school is flirt central, and don't anyone say they don't flirt. If you go to high school you flirt. The saying, 'there's someone out there for everyone' can't ring more true than in high school. I've seen jocks, dancers, drama, band, geniuses, cheerleaders, and everyone inbetween flirt. It happens, and it's extremely enjoyable to watch. But to be honest with everyone I do it more than the average person. It might not be healthy.
-Extra curriculars. Everyone has got one. Whether it's fashion, sports, music, extra classes, MATC, work, service, drama, or your personal hobby. We've all got one, and without high school we wouldn't be able to figure out which one we like the best. Which one truly describes who we are.
-Seminary. Land the right teacher and it'll be the best class of your life.
-Hallways. Human traffic central. Hallway is code for, everyone crowd the one corner at once so smaller people can't even dream about getting to the other side. While some people would put this on their con list, I put it on pro. Why you may ask? It's hilarious the things that go on in hallways. You've got PDA, fights, yelling, screaming, singing, dancing, laughing, talking, running. Everything a person can do, it has happened in a high school hallway. My personal favorite is pda. No, I'm not sicko creeper, I just truly love watching the awkwardness and abnormality of it all. It's cute, the couple really likes each other. But trying to show it while getting run over by countless kids? It's funny. Not to mention all the stares they get. Kids can't take their eyes off it. Probably for various reasons, but they're also funny to watch. People watching. It's kind of an obsession in my book.
High School is fabulous. So much going on, but sooner than we can even grasp it's going to be gone. So live it up while you can.
It's high school everyone let's live it up. We're teenagers let's live it up. We don't have bills to pay live it up. God loves everyone of us live it up.
High School, the ultimate place to 'live it up' am I right? Yeah our responsibilities and lives seem overwhelming when we look at it, but in all honesty, it's not as bad as it's going to get. So treasure it. But in honor of this high school theme, let's make a pro/con list. I quite enjoy my occasional list. It's almost soothing.
Let's discuss the positives today
Pro's:
-The social life. We all have one, no matter how big or small, it's there
-The friends. Some we only see at school and won't be a part of our lives after graduation. But others will be a part of us until death. Either way they're making an impact on who you're gonna turn out to be.
-Classes. Yeah yeah, they suck. But hey, we get to pretend to be smart so colleges will like us and let us live on their campus. So let's pay attention. Unless it's one of 'those' classes, where paying attention isn't necessary for a good grade, if that's the case, Target has coloring books for cheap.
-Teachers. They mold our minds... ha yeah right. True they teach us how to pass tests, but that's about it. In all honesty, I don't think I'm going to retain much after graduation. Let's hope I'm wrong. Back to teachers. If you're like me, your personality is hard to handle, and getting along with people can be a problem. If this is the case, you've never been the apple of your teachers eye and the words 'out in the hall' become a common phrase in your life. So arguing and getting scolded becomes regular. And it becomes a joy and hilarity in your life. Gotta love high school.
-Lunch. The limited time period we all live for. The time where we can go home if we choose, go out to eat, or just hang around the school. Any option is near bliss. Home? A relaxing period where you can go to the bathroom comfortably. (my phobia of public restrooms shines through) And eat as much as you want, knowing the food is decent. Out to eat? A glimpse of weekend with friends. Always fun but usually results in bankruptcy or tardies. Hangin around the school? aka social hour with anyone and everyone. nuff said.
-The opposite gender. High school is flirt central, and don't anyone say they don't flirt. If you go to high school you flirt. The saying, 'there's someone out there for everyone' can't ring more true than in high school. I've seen jocks, dancers, drama, band, geniuses, cheerleaders, and everyone inbetween flirt. It happens, and it's extremely enjoyable to watch. But to be honest with everyone I do it more than the average person. It might not be healthy.
-Extra curriculars. Everyone has got one. Whether it's fashion, sports, music, extra classes, MATC, work, service, drama, or your personal hobby. We've all got one, and without high school we wouldn't be able to figure out which one we like the best. Which one truly describes who we are.
-Seminary. Land the right teacher and it'll be the best class of your life.
-Hallways. Human traffic central. Hallway is code for, everyone crowd the one corner at once so smaller people can't even dream about getting to the other side. While some people would put this on their con list, I put it on pro. Why you may ask? It's hilarious the things that go on in hallways. You've got PDA, fights, yelling, screaming, singing, dancing, laughing, talking, running. Everything a person can do, it has happened in a high school hallway. My personal favorite is pda. No, I'm not sicko creeper, I just truly love watching the awkwardness and abnormality of it all. It's cute, the couple really likes each other. But trying to show it while getting run over by countless kids? It's funny. Not to mention all the stares they get. Kids can't take their eyes off it. Probably for various reasons, but they're also funny to watch. People watching. It's kind of an obsession in my book.
High School is fabulous. So much going on, but sooner than we can even grasp it's going to be gone. So live it up while you can.
19 September 2010
Party in the U.S.A.
Miley Stinky Cyrus. Pay no attention to the artist. If you could even call her that.
We've all heard this song. It's played on every radio station, and at every dance. Still. After a year+. All the girls scream and rush to the middle of the dance floor to party it up. Me? I run to the back of the floor with Katy to perform our creative dance to this joke of a song. But, sadly, last night Katy was nowhere to be found at homecoming, and I had to dance with the rest of the girls. Talk about elephant in the room. I haven't been to a dance without her since February... I had no idea what to do with myself. I was quite lucky that Danny was just as out of control as I was, so that I could dance like a maniac and he didn't make fun. Well, he still made fun but it gave me permission to throw it right back. Dances are insanely fun. But only if you're insane.
Homecoming was a ball. Talk about a group of gorgeous misfits. We were all friends in that "short head nod in the hall" kind of way. except the boys, who all seemed to get along a little too well if you ask me, but you just gotta let boys be boys sometimes. It's a treat to watch them be goofs around each other as well. Three cheers for good friends.
Sundance is gorgeous in the summer. The lift is a lot scarier though. Who knew the snow up there got so deep?? picnics are great. Especially when sweet DJ tells me to turn around and there's a giant spider less than a foot away from my head. How he stayed so calm I will never know. He also knows how spiders came to be. Ask him sometime, he gets very animated. It's fantastic.
P.F. Changs. How we love your dimmed lighting and family style cuisine. Quite a hassel when everyone wants the same thing but different as well. Thank goodness for the list feature on phones. Fire and straw wrappers? Don't dip the burning object in your water. It makes it undrinkable. Unless you're DJ, then apparently it makes it healthier.
Dances in a gym covered in white sheets? Reminds me of a padded cell. Awesome. Fish jumping, bleeding feet, and pure awesomeness would be the only way to describe those hours spent in the hot, sweaty, humid gym.
Falling asleep after? I hope Danny didn't fall asleep after dropping me off. He could be road kill right now for all I know. But with his 50 mph on a 25 limit road he is probably fine. Ha he's a keeper...
Party it up my friends. The only way to enjoy life is to really truly live every minute like it matters more than the one before. Don't get too footloose though... Just bask in the moment. It's a rush.
We've all heard this song. It's played on every radio station, and at every dance. Still. After a year+. All the girls scream and rush to the middle of the dance floor to party it up. Me? I run to the back of the floor with Katy to perform our creative dance to this joke of a song. But, sadly, last night Katy was nowhere to be found at homecoming, and I had to dance with the rest of the girls. Talk about elephant in the room. I haven't been to a dance without her since February... I had no idea what to do with myself. I was quite lucky that Danny was just as out of control as I was, so that I could dance like a maniac and he didn't make fun. Well, he still made fun but it gave me permission to throw it right back. Dances are insanely fun. But only if you're insane.
Homecoming was a ball. Talk about a group of gorgeous misfits. We were all friends in that "short head nod in the hall" kind of way. except the boys, who all seemed to get along a little too well if you ask me, but you just gotta let boys be boys sometimes. It's a treat to watch them be goofs around each other as well. Three cheers for good friends.
Sundance is gorgeous in the summer. The lift is a lot scarier though. Who knew the snow up there got so deep?? picnics are great. Especially when sweet DJ tells me to turn around and there's a giant spider less than a foot away from my head. How he stayed so calm I will never know. He also knows how spiders came to be. Ask him sometime, he gets very animated. It's fantastic.
P.F. Changs. How we love your dimmed lighting and family style cuisine. Quite a hassel when everyone wants the same thing but different as well. Thank goodness for the list feature on phones. Fire and straw wrappers? Don't dip the burning object in your water. It makes it undrinkable. Unless you're DJ, then apparently it makes it healthier.
Dances in a gym covered in white sheets? Reminds me of a padded cell. Awesome. Fish jumping, bleeding feet, and pure awesomeness would be the only way to describe those hours spent in the hot, sweaty, humid gym.
Falling asleep after? I hope Danny didn't fall asleep after dropping me off. He could be road kill right now for all I know. But with his 50 mph on a 25 limit road he is probably fine. Ha he's a keeper...
Party it up my friends. The only way to enjoy life is to really truly live every minute like it matters more than the one before. Don't get too footloose though... Just bask in the moment. It's a rush.
16 September 2010
Elevator
David Archuleta. Need some feel good music? This song should be on that list.
Today was one of those days, those everything drones on days. The 'are you kidding me there's still 20 min left of 2nd period left' days. The I'm ready for bed at 10 in the morning days. We love days like that. Where you have 0 attention span to get you through your classes.
The downs-
long classes
english with the ego teacher Nagro
Physics with the scatter brained Broadbent
Seeing super seniors at school and realizing that'll be me soon, it's not that far away
no breakfast
sitting through an english class where the temperature is low enough my water could freeze
doing the homework and staying up late to do it, but did we have to hand it in? no, of course not
realizing there's another day of school
listening to my voice in radio class. ( i apologize to everyone who has to listen to me everyday)
registering for the ACT
trying to figure out what i want to do with the rest of my life. I have no idea. Still.
nothing to do all day
not understanding the questions in my math homework. I love early morning help....
The Ups-
My buddies
the hilarious conversations Rosie and I have in Radio class
Mr. Collette and his Alzheimers
locker food
Jill and all her beauty
Lecy and DJ as jungle people
holding Sharissa's hand in the halls
funny looking braids
singing songs down the hallways
fish sticks
my mom throwing water at me during dinner, not my dad. My whole family was speechless
knowing my sister is going to serve the lord for 18 months
being done with the radio project knowing we will be broadcasting soon
my technology savy dad
going music shopping with Dylan
unknowingly getting checked out by the employees at Bert Merdock.... weirdos
finding a clicking water bottle
reading my scriptures
pushing kids over in the halls on purpose
knowing i don't have to do the homework assigned all weekend
homecoming stuff tomorrow
Nothing special in the day to report. But there were my up's and down's. We all have them, and like our dear David says, we just got to go with it;take it as it comes sometimes and live with what we have at that point. Things will change and variety will come along and spice things up now and then. Love it, live it, deal with it.
Today was one of those days, those everything drones on days. The 'are you kidding me there's still 20 min left of 2nd period left' days. The I'm ready for bed at 10 in the morning days. We love days like that. Where you have 0 attention span to get you through your classes.
The downs-
long classes
english with the ego teacher Nagro
Physics with the scatter brained Broadbent
Seeing super seniors at school and realizing that'll be me soon, it's not that far away
no breakfast
sitting through an english class where the temperature is low enough my water could freeze
doing the homework and staying up late to do it, but did we have to hand it in? no, of course not
realizing there's another day of school
listening to my voice in radio class. ( i apologize to everyone who has to listen to me everyday)
registering for the ACT
trying to figure out what i want to do with the rest of my life. I have no idea. Still.
nothing to do all day
not understanding the questions in my math homework. I love early morning help....
The Ups-
My buddies
the hilarious conversations Rosie and I have in Radio class
Mr. Collette and his Alzheimers
locker food
Jill and all her beauty
Lecy and DJ as jungle people
holding Sharissa's hand in the halls
funny looking braids
singing songs down the hallways
fish sticks
my mom throwing water at me during dinner, not my dad. My whole family was speechless
knowing my sister is going to serve the lord for 18 months
being done with the radio project knowing we will be broadcasting soon
my technology savy dad
going music shopping with Dylan
unknowingly getting checked out by the employees at Bert Merdock.... weirdos
finding a clicking water bottle
reading my scriptures
pushing kids over in the halls on purpose
knowing i don't have to do the homework assigned all weekend
homecoming stuff tomorrow
Nothing special in the day to report. But there were my up's and down's. We all have them, and like our dear David says, we just got to go with it;take it as it comes sometimes and live with what we have at that point. Things will change and variety will come along and spice things up now and then. Love it, live it, deal with it.
15 September 2010
Magic
B.o.b. But let's just call them bob. And to those of you with the inside scoop, we all know how cool bob is. I could find no other way to describe
my day. Pure magic. With the swagger and beat included. And I feel like a list won't do this day justice, so here it goes.
It started out like any other wednesday. The early morning violin lesson, which I love going to, but when you stand there for the whole hour watching your teacher write in fingerings for the music you probably will never learn to play isn't icing on the birthday cake. Missed my ride to school, awesome. Almost late for Stats as well. And that's where the magic takes off.
Walking into stats my eyes naturally shifted to my desk, whose doesn't?, and I saw it. The massive number 18 floating above a bag of swedish fish and a bag of dove dark chocolate.( if you want to get on my good side, these two items are a wonderful start. an almost definite guarantee we will be friends. or possibly more...) The sight made me smile. Wouldn't it make you smile? But then the craziness started.
The most awkward situation a person could ever be put in would be when a group sings the birthday song to them. What are you supposed to do but stand there and look awkward and red faced? It's a tragedy, and I will never have to deal with anything worse. I promise.
So my class sang to me, as my teacher yelled over it all, your mom brought those in this morning!! Lovely. My mom truly rocks. But I could have done without the singing. Then, thanks to Katy, the pedestrians of the 100 hall sang to me on my way to Orchestra. Nothing magical happened there, however I did discover leopard patterned duct tape. Epic. But of course, my orchestra director made the class sing to me at the end...
Thank heavens for independent music study period. My refuge. It was great to just play for me and for my Heavenly Father. (I play for him every time I pick up my violin) Then I get one of those smile to the world texts from my perfect big sister Amber that she was checking me out to take me to lunch.
Amber is my role model. My hero. And I love her to death. She's too funny. And my favorite thing about her is that I can be myself around her, and all she does is watch and laugh at me. I dance around in public, sing out of tune and way too loud, and make stupid comments, and all she does is laugh and watch me make a big fool of myself. I'm lucky I don't embarrass her. Something I will never understand. Lunch was great. I love talking to her, deep topics and all that jazz.
Then seminary. Love that class. My favorite now that I finally have a teacher who appreciates my personality instead of shutting me down... But my teacher rapped a rap for me. (rapped a rap?) Always fun. Not to mention the certain people who said happy birthday and had conversations with me who don't like to talk to me much anymore. Made my day even more magical.
Winning the Powderpuff football game? Magic. Losing the softball game? Not so magical. But hey, lose some and lose some. At least that's how my team works right now... But then the real magic began.
Birthday presents are great, but the best was Amber opening her mission call. She's going to serve the Lord in Spain Madrid. It's incredible and I couldn't be more excited for her. I gave her a big hug and we both got teary eyed. Her being my role model, and seeing how happy she was then? Makes me want to serve a mission now. I think it'll happen. and the happy icing on my birthday cake, (I had to blow out 3 candles 6 times by the way) was getting a happy birthday text from someone who I haven't spoken to in many months. Yes we are around each other daily, but we don't talk. Made my day.
All in all it was a near perfect day. And right now you're thinking, hey, I want a perfect day too!
You can make it happen, have the attitude and perspective of a perfect day, and it'll happen. I guarantee it. Thanks to everyone who made my 18th birthday so magical.
p.s. To Lecy Jill and Katy who kidnapped me yesterday morning for breakfast, don't use a see through pillow case next time, and let the victim put pants on. Walking outside to a brisk september morning in spandex is never enjoyable.
my day. Pure magic. With the swagger and beat included. And I feel like a list won't do this day justice, so here it goes.It started out like any other wednesday. The early morning violin lesson, which I love going to, but when you stand there for the whole hour watching your teacher write in fingerings for the music you probably will never learn to play isn't icing on the birthday cake. Missed my ride to school, awesome. Almost late for Stats as well. And that's where the magic takes off.
Walking into stats my eyes naturally shifted to my desk, whose doesn't?, and I saw it. The massive number 18 floating above a bag of swedish fish and a bag of dove dark chocolate.( if you want to get on my good side, these two items are a wonderful start. an almost definite guarantee we will be friends. or possibly more...) The sight made me smile. Wouldn't it make you smile? But then the craziness started.
The most awkward situation a person could ever be put in would be when a group sings the birthday song to them. What are you supposed to do but stand there and look awkward and red faced? It's a tragedy, and I will never have to deal with anything worse. I promise.
So my class sang to me, as my teacher yelled over it all, your mom brought those in this morning!! Lovely. My mom truly rocks. But I could have done without the singing. Then, thanks to Katy, the pedestrians of the 100 hall sang to me on my way to Orchestra. Nothing magical happened there, however I did discover leopard patterned duct tape. Epic. But of course, my orchestra director made the class sing to me at the end...
Thank heavens for independent music study period. My refuge. It was great to just play for me and for my Heavenly Father. (I play for him every time I pick up my violin) Then I get one of those smile to the world texts from my perfect big sister Amber that she was checking me out to take me to lunch.
Amber is my role model. My hero. And I love her to death. She's too funny. And my favorite thing about her is that I can be myself around her, and all she does is watch and laugh at me. I dance around in public, sing out of tune and way too loud, and make stupid comments, and all she does is laugh and watch me make a big fool of myself. I'm lucky I don't embarrass her. Something I will never understand. Lunch was great. I love talking to her, deep topics and all that jazz.
Then seminary. Love that class. My favorite now that I finally have a teacher who appreciates my personality instead of shutting me down... But my teacher rapped a rap for me. (rapped a rap?) Always fun. Not to mention the certain people who said happy birthday and had conversations with me who don't like to talk to me much anymore. Made my day even more magical.
Winning the Powderpuff football game? Magic. Losing the softball game? Not so magical. But hey, lose some and lose some. At least that's how my team works right now... But then the real magic began.
Birthday presents are great, but the best was Amber opening her mission call. She's going to serve the Lord in Spain Madrid. It's incredible and I couldn't be more excited for her. I gave her a big hug and we both got teary eyed. Her being my role model, and seeing how happy she was then? Makes me want to serve a mission now. I think it'll happen. and the happy icing on my birthday cake, (I had to blow out 3 candles 6 times by the way) was getting a happy birthday text from someone who I haven't spoken to in many months. Yes we are around each other daily, but we don't talk. Made my day.
All in all it was a near perfect day. And right now you're thinking, hey, I want a perfect day too!
You can make it happen, have the attitude and perspective of a perfect day, and it'll happen. I guarantee it. Thanks to everyone who made my 18th birthday so magical.
p.s. To Lecy Jill and Katy who kidnapped me yesterday morning for breakfast, don't use a see through pillow case next time, and let the victim put pants on. Walking outside to a brisk september morning in spandex is never enjoyable.
14 September 2010
Teenage Dream
Katy Perry. Please don't watch this music video. It's not appropriate. I'm definitely not old enough for it. I'm 18 tomorrow. Scary right? Yes, I know I act like I'm 5, and most of the time I wish I still was. Like tonight. And adult? Come on really? I'm not mature enough to handle all of it. Good thing it's still just high school and I don't have to grow completely up yet. I'm not a true teenager anymore though, no more illegal activities for me. -like I did so many of them in the first place. All talk is my middle name. And to Braden, who promised we would do something illegal but not dangerous, your time is up. I'm upset.
Let's think about this though. I have to start taking responsibility... Yeah right. Let's put that off until college. College? Let's procrastinate those applications as well. 18 isn't really that big of a deal. Like, what privileges do we really gain? We can't drink or club, so there's not point. (emphasis on my middle name here..)
Being a teenager is great. Messing around all weekend and trying to survive the week of homework, work and activities.
Stress- A roller coaster.
Hormones- an even bigger roller coaster.
crushes- new every week.
Texting- usually a constant
friends-whenever possible
parents-as little as possible
yearning for the summer bliss-indescribable
dances-a must
music-as loud as possible with the occasional yell singing with the car windows down
cars-crappiest ones around
curfews-vary from family to family but average to 1130
It's a ball. So live it up my friends. Because it's gonna end sooner than we think.
Let's think about this though. I have to start taking responsibility... Yeah right. Let's put that off until college. College? Let's procrastinate those applications as well. 18 isn't really that big of a deal. Like, what privileges do we really gain? We can't drink or club, so there's not point. (emphasis on my middle name here..)
Being a teenager is great. Messing around all weekend and trying to survive the week of homework, work and activities.
Stress- A roller coaster.
Hormones- an even bigger roller coaster.
crushes- new every week.
Texting- usually a constant
friends-whenever possible
parents-as little as possible
yearning for the summer bliss-indescribable
dances-a must
music-as loud as possible with the occasional yell singing with the car windows down
cars-crappiest ones around
curfews-vary from family to family but average to 1130
It's a ball. So live it up my friends. Because it's gonna end sooner than we think.
13 September 2010
Requiem
Mozart. Beautiful, if you haven't listened to it, please do. And while listening to it, take note to the extreme talent that the musicians must posses to play this. Have I played it? Why yes I have. And finally, after badgering the choir kids, well, after Katy pestered one of them, we got a recording tonight of our performance. That was in January... Why did it take us so long to get a recording? Well our orchestra director is a lot scatter brained, so she never got copies from the head honchos for us, and we were too lazy to really bug a choir kid.
I popped that cd in and oh man, memories and pure bliss rushed through my system. We sound professional, I can't even believe how incredible and together we sounded! Nothing compares, nothing.
The memories were also a huge plus. The grueling 2-6 hour rehearsals. And before the performance we had a couple all day rehearsals. The joy of falling on the cold, frozen winter grass during a break while Katy popped my back. (Sitting with a performance posture for that long is no walk in the park.) The numbness in my fingers. Meeting Mack Wilberg? Almost like meeting the prophet. It was complete and utter exhaustion for months. And I would do it all again in a heartbeat. I really miss the stress of no time because of the hours of rehearsals. I miss playing with an orchestra where EVERYBODY knew what they were doing. I even miss the choir... ha. Kinda...
It was an amazing experience. And hour of, straight playing, no breaks performance in the Provo Tabernacle. And to all the choir kids who whined and complained of how their voices hurt and that was too long of a performance for them? We played that song without any rests or breaks. You got breaks. Your voices hurt? my fingers were close to bleeding. Not to mention I had a cold that whole time. Even at the performance. That's a downer. So don't complain to me. I had it worse.
I love playing my violin. Nothing can compare to the feeling and emotions it brings. Play an instrument if you don't already. And if you haven't played Mozart's Requiem? Put it on your bucket list.
I popped that cd in and oh man, memories and pure bliss rushed through my system. We sound professional, I can't even believe how incredible and together we sounded! Nothing compares, nothing.
The memories were also a huge plus. The grueling 2-6 hour rehearsals. And before the performance we had a couple all day rehearsals. The joy of falling on the cold, frozen winter grass during a break while Katy popped my back. (Sitting with a performance posture for that long is no walk in the park.) The numbness in my fingers. Meeting Mack Wilberg? Almost like meeting the prophet. It was complete and utter exhaustion for months. And I would do it all again in a heartbeat. I really miss the stress of no time because of the hours of rehearsals. I miss playing with an orchestra where EVERYBODY knew what they were doing. I even miss the choir... ha. Kinda...
It was an amazing experience. And hour of, straight playing, no breaks performance in the Provo Tabernacle. And to all the choir kids who whined and complained of how their voices hurt and that was too long of a performance for them? We played that song without any rests or breaks. You got breaks. Your voices hurt? my fingers were close to bleeding. Not to mention I had a cold that whole time. Even at the performance. That's a downer. So don't complain to me. I had it worse.
I love playing my violin. Nothing can compare to the feeling and emotions it brings. Play an instrument if you don't already. And if you haven't played Mozart's Requiem? Put it on your bucket list.
12 September 2010
August Is Over
We the Kings. August is definitely over my friends. Yes, it is nearly halfway through september, but things are settling in, so August, summer, heat, and carefree, are all words you can start to forget. Go ahead, put them in the back of your mind, and leave them there. You won't need them til May at the earliest.
It's getting cold in the mornings and evenings. That'll put a damper on things won't it? Not to mention the weeknights filled with homework and preparing. This just struck me, but has anyone ever noticed that during the summer we all live in the moment? Not truly worrying about what's to come until that day? How we live every day to the fullest, filling each with as much as we can. But when school comes, we all start stressing about homework, projects, tests, performances, games, and all the other random activities that make up our lives. Yep, August is over. It's not the happiest thought to think I know. But hey, school and fall/winter has some good things right? ha... if you think of any please let me know. Summer is a beautiful thing, and I tend to hold onto it until the last possible moment. And that particular moment usually falls around my birthday, which happens to be in 3 days... So I am finally admitting to myself that the cold seasons are coming. But hey, that means Christmas time is that much closer!!
Start counting down, I know deep down we all do it.
It's getting cold in the mornings and evenings. That'll put a damper on things won't it? Not to mention the weeknights filled with homework and preparing. This just struck me, but has anyone ever noticed that during the summer we all live in the moment? Not truly worrying about what's to come until that day? How we live every day to the fullest, filling each with as much as we can. But when school comes, we all start stressing about homework, projects, tests, performances, games, and all the other random activities that make up our lives. Yep, August is over. It's not the happiest thought to think I know. But hey, school and fall/winter has some good things right? ha... if you think of any please let me know. Summer is a beautiful thing, and I tend to hold onto it until the last possible moment. And that particular moment usually falls around my birthday, which happens to be in 3 days... So I am finally admitting to myself that the cold seasons are coming. But hey, that means Christmas time is that much closer!!
Start counting down, I know deep down we all do it.
11 September 2010
Everything
Michael Buble. Girls, it's perfectly o.k. to be in love with him and\or his voice. I know I am. But due to my 2 second attention span, and my random all over the place day, I felt like the title of this song was appropriate, pay no attention to the actual lyrics. Unless you're looking for a good song to listen to of course. My life consists of---
-Getting soaked and honked at.
-outside receivers and defending at the hip.
-white shorts and never enough change.
-losing guys in 10 days.
-honeycomb, honey, and lamination
-Giant hockey bears
-Wallyworld
-My country
-too many girls who all think they know what to do, but in reality none of them have a clue
-boys who can't physically yell
-old friends
-b.s.
-waaaay too many skittles
-bingo handprints
-finger pains and impossible music
-not enough time to practice
-serious sunburn
-Getting soaked and honked at.
-outside receivers and defending at the hip.
-white shorts and never enough change.
-losing guys in 10 days.
-honeycomb, honey, and lamination
-Giant hockey bears
-Wallyworld
-My country
-too many girls who all think they know what to do, but in reality none of them have a clue
-boys who can't physically yell
-old friends
-b.s.
-waaaay too many skittles
-bingo handprints
-finger pains and impossible music
-not enough time to practice
-serious sunburn
10 September 2010
I'm Only Me When I'm With You
Taylor Swift. We like dear Taylor. Most of the time.... But today I want to give a shout out to all those people I like all of the time. My family for sure. My sweet mom, who I would be lost without. She's one of my very best friends, I find her amazing, and our personalities click quite well. I like to think I inherited her attitude. My dad, whom I adore in every way. Love him with all my heart. My dear siblings, who I could play with all day and be perfectly content. My friends are pretty great as well. Becca? I wouldn't be who I am today without her. Growing up together made our personalities nearly identical. The summer's of lemonade stands, smoothies, snow cones, and playing every day. I miss my college friend, life isn't the same without her around. And Katy. Katy is my twin basically. We say the same things at the same time. And not just words or phrases but entire sentences. I get the feeling that some people don't like to be around us, because of how strange we are together. If Taylor's song could be written for someone in my life, it would be Katy. I wouldn't be surviving High School if it weren't for her. She's pretty great. A keeper for sure, and hopefully my roomie in college. Everyone, look around in your life at the people who have stuck around for a while. They need to be thanked.
09 September 2010
Piano Man
Billy Joel. Epic legend my friends. And yes I am one of the millions of teenagers today using the word epic. Anyone ever listened to someone play the piano? Just sit there and listen for hours? If you have a bucket list, put it on there. I adore the piano, but sadly, can barely play it. Don't worry I'm learning. Played a simplified hymn today, and yes I am on my way to stardom. The only reason I'm learning is because of the extremely massive green monster on my back wanting to attack every piano player out there. I listen to them play their hearts out, make it look like a 2 year old could do it, and while marveling in the musical beauty, extreme jealousy begins to overcome me. So I'm learning. And to those who personally know me, let me add that if you ever want to listen to someone amazing play the piano, I know a few. I've spent an hour or so laying on the floor of Dylan's front room listening to him play (not to mention on his baby grand) and on a good day I can get him to sing. I want to hire him. I have concluded that piano music is a refuge. Anyone need a break or relaxing moment? Find a piano player.
08 September 2010
Here Comes the Boom
Nelly. Now, I don't ever listen to this song, except for the clips that get played for walk up music at softball games. Oh softball. It's a pretty great thing, and most of the time I love it. Like tonight, my club team, the Popsicle colored uniformed Scorpions, the game was a blast. My team created from several other teams, we're pretty great. Sadly, I don't get infield time on this team, and I was put in stinky right field for our games due to our injured first baseman. Compensation and all that. But I still enjoyed myself. Got some great hits, robbed of an amazing infield grounder... Smelly Provo.... But I do love the game. The dirt, the bats, the whole shebang. Not to mention how grateful I am that pitching is definitely not my thing. That looks like too much intensity and pressure for me. I had my glory pitching days in 8th grade, but my glory days, thankfully, are over. Ever have a little too much anger or stress? Hit in the batting cages. Nothing relieves stress better. Guarantee. So go hit a few, bring the boom.
07 September 2010
Cooler Than Me
Mikey Posner. This song makes you want to bust a move doesn't it? It sure has that effect on me; too bad it's not all that creative and there's a total of....10 words? Let's relate this to life now. To all those diva girls with just as many friends as they have accessories, you're not cooler than the person walking down the hall next to you. You strut around with your hooker shiny gold strappy heels and baby skirts hanging on the arm of your beast of a boyfriend, you're all sweet, and a conversation with you isn't too bad. But perhaps you could tune down the ego? There's a million people at our humble high school, and they all have beautiful qualities that might not need flaunting like your do. Everyone registered in classes are just as cool as you are, with just as many friends and talents. Our dear friend Mikey is singing to you girls. So please remember next time you chuckle and whisper about the sweet little sophomore or insecure student in the back, that they are just as cool as you are.
06 September 2010
I Love to Laugh
Mary Poppins. One of the best movies of all time, and possibly the greatest song in the whole darn thing. Mary and Bert give many examples of the different kinds of laughs, but they forget one very important, and probably the most common laugh. The dreaded awkward laugh. If you deal with countless amounts of people you've never met and will most likely never see again like I do (as a cashier at Old Navy) then you've got the awkward laugh down. Admit it, when a cashier asks you if you found everything you were looking for, and you say no, what do they do? Apologize and laugh awkwardly. Then as your awkward useless conversation continues both of you laugh at the end of every sentence, awkwardly because neither of you know what to do. And let's be real, the awkward laugh is everywhere. Your teachers do it, you do it, your parents and your friends. Everyone. I'm starting to think it's a natural reflex we do to break awkward silences. (if this post were put into wordle awkward would be huge.) But now let's give an honorable mention to the people with the laughs that make everyone else laugh. The loud ones, (I'm biased to favor these ones. If yours is louder than mine I adore you) the snickers, the hisses and many more. But my all time favorite, my dear best friend Katy's. If you get her really laughing, and I mean really laughing she sounds like a cartoon character. And I will always love her for it. So to sum things up, don't do the awkward laugh, it's completely unnecessary and just makes the situation worse.
05 September 2010
Everybody
Ingrid Michaelson. May I just note how catchy and wonderful this song is? Listen to it and I guarantee you will listen to it several times more immediately after. (if you're like me and could listen to one song all day that is) But let's get into the deep stuff now. "Everybody wants to love and be loved" right? So let's try it. Next time you're with somebody really look at their life and their situation. What they're really going through and not just the facade they put on for everyone around them. I know I don't do this very often, but when I do I gain a new love and understanding for people I would never have given a second thought originally. Yes, today is a sappy day, but it's Sunday what do you expect? I sit at home and get lost in my own thoughts all day long. (Not healthy sometimes I might add) Anyways. Let's love everybody ok?Life is so much more enjoyable this way.
04 September 2010
If I were a boy
Beyonce.
This song doesn't really fall into my taste of in music, but it couldn't describe my day any better. I replaced the front brake pads on my dad's car today, and curled up next to the axel covered in grease I couldn't have felt more like a boy. But then the fact that immediately after I finished the only thing I wanted to do was shower and clean my hair canceled out this thought of mine. Shortly after fixing up the car(which reverses and brakes silently now by the way) I left to watch the highly popular BYU football game. Did I care if they won? Not really but I missed my friends so I went anyway. It was a great time, but I'm not a boy, and although I love watching sports football has never really connected with me. Maybe I would enjoy it more, but I don't understand it, and I have better things to do with my time than to learn the in's and out's of the sport. Don't worry, my boy night got worse. After taking home my best friend due to homework and soccer shorts issues, I played video games with the boys. I love video games, but not when I've never played the particular one before and they don't want to waste time showing me. Awesome...
Boys. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em and I certainly never wish to be one.
This song doesn't really fall into my taste of in music, but it couldn't describe my day any better. I replaced the front brake pads on my dad's car today, and curled up next to the axel covered in grease I couldn't have felt more like a boy. But then the fact that immediately after I finished the only thing I wanted to do was shower and clean my hair canceled out this thought of mine. Shortly after fixing up the car(which reverses and brakes silently now by the way) I left to watch the highly popular BYU football game. Did I care if they won? Not really but I missed my friends so I went anyway. It was a great time, but I'm not a boy, and although I love watching sports football has never really connected with me. Maybe I would enjoy it more, but I don't understand it, and I have better things to do with my time than to learn the in's and out's of the sport. Don't worry, my boy night got worse. After taking home my best friend due to homework and soccer shorts issues, I played video games with the boys. I love video games, but not when I've never played the particular one before and they don't want to waste time showing me. Awesome...
Boys. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em and I certainly never wish to be one.
03 September 2010
2 is better than 1
Boys like Girls.
Aw, precious song. But really. Two is better than one. Whether you're making brownies, celebrating your last sweet moments in your 17th year, or dancing so insanely at your school's stomp that even the baby sophomore's turn their heads and walk away from you. People are great, we love them. Most of the time...
Aw, precious song. But really. Two is better than one. Whether you're making brownies, celebrating your last sweet moments in your 17th year, or dancing so insanely at your school's stomp that even the baby sophomore's turn their heads and walk away from you. People are great, we love them. Most of the time...
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