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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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....

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.