Boys Of Summer

The Ataris.
Sharissa and I hatched our first bucket list. For the up and coming summer of 2011.
It consists mostly of childish things like blowing bubbles, a sleepover outside, a day of Disney movies, building a fort, and so on. This list will cause us to forget those in high school we don't wish to remember, cause us to tune out the growing up and responsibility buzz that seems to be echoing from every direction. It will be our escape. Our last Hurrah.

Sidenote: Some of our chosen paths change not because we change them, but because others change them for us. Some of us have to pay for our education, even though we got good grades and tried to achieve in everything. Some of us have to keep a job during college. This is why growing up really, really scares me.

Best Love Song

T-Pain and Chris Brown.

I've decided the hip-hop/rap isn't always awful. This song backs up my opinion quite well.

Questions:
-Why the need for mini-plastic water bottles? If I wanted a gulp of water I would take one from my normal sized bottle and still have more for later, rather than take a gulp and be finished. I would constantly be filling it up.... They're useless in my eyes.
-Are snarky comments to teachers really that bad? All I do is make remarks, but I get called out every time... Other people do the same thing and the teachers think it enjoyable. I think I have a "Please Hate Me" sign on my forehead only visible to teachers.
-Tanning? Medically recommended by my dermatologist. Love my life.
-Why do fun people always come into my life as school is coming to a close?
-One person? Katy and I are slowly becoming one...

Every Morning

Sugar Ray
Like so many weekends spent with Katy, we get bored at some point or another and venture around the valley looking for something exciting.
After last night, I believe we will be doing this more often.
Riverwoods.
We were told to meet there by two junior boys who seemed to be just as bored as we were, pulling up to park we discovered something. There wasn't any parking. Why? We didn't know either.
Turns out there was a concert right smack in the middle of the strip mall.
Sugar Ray
Cool huh? We thought so.
Let me give some background before I describe the next event.
Our original plan that night was to make fun of prom dresses around the mall, try on the ugly ones and make fun of one another. So, naturally, I simply wore old basketball sweatpants and last year's softball shirt.
So as we were dancing near the back of the crowd an extremely dashing man offered his jacket to me, I suppose I looked cold. And not only did he offer, he persisted and nearly thrust it into my arms. But me and my stupid self declined. Why I didn't accept and use his jacket as an excuse to converse with him? Well, that question makes me want to sock myself.

My brain is still stuck in the "I'm too young and still in high school mode" and it needs to get out quick. My high school career is coming to a close rather soon, and approaches like previously stated won't be considered creepy and pedophile-like anymore. It will become the norm.

This boy approached me in raggedy sweats and my hair resembling that of a daddy-long-legs spider. Who knows what could have happened if I would have looked decent.

Blow

Ke$ha.

Thanks to Sharissa's house and her never ending supply of refreshments, after lunch, 3rd period, and a whole thing of gatorade, I was about to blow.
But I couldn't go home during my free period, I had to take a quiz right? Yikes. Maybe an over excited bladder would help me concentrate...

Why not just use one of the many restrooms at school? Perhaps you all have forgotten my inexplicable yet quite controlling fear of public restrooms. (I often venture to the seminary bathrooms if needs be. Holy toilets are a little more comforting.)

As I entered my mom's study hall class to take my math quiz, she looked at me rather funny. "Do you need to go to the bathroom first?" She then remembered my fear and told me to go to seminary. I couldn't today. "Drive home, then come back to take it. You'll have time,"

Yes I did waste all that gas going home and back to perform a task I could have accomplished 5 steps away from her classroom.

"I'll come to your work and buy something expensive in all pennies." "I won't go to prom with you." My future prom date and I get along real well.

Proud to be a Senior 2o11.

Good Life

One Republic. It's my new addiction

There's less than 2 months of high school left. You're associating with the people that helped you trudge through the miserable weeks of tests, boring teachers, unfair grades, and ruthless never-ending drama. These last two months with them could be nothing short of grand if you don't take them for granted. Cut the drama. Good grief.

In my shower this evening, I felt an odd itch on my back. Assuming it was just a loose hair i let the water rinse it off. But, then the itch began to move up my back, that didn't make sense to me. So I swiped my back to find on my hand a new friend. I named him Hercules. Possibly the biggest, strongest spider I will ever encounter. What spider can stand against a shower? None. I then screamed, shook him off my hand and sent him to the big web in the sky via my conditioner bottle.

Washed my face to find a lot of red dirt. Q-tipped my ears to find more red dirt. Softball season must be in full swing.

My hat goes off to those who live on the highest rung of the social status ladder, yet still acknowledge all those around them. You will go far.

Blame It On The Girls

Mika.

Priesthood Session. A blessing to the men. And a blessing for the women as well; girls night out.

Old Navy is a proud sponsor of this event.

Women everywhere, screaming babies echoed throughout the store, presents for their men were being purchased, and credit limits were definitely reached.

Women should not be set free with 0 supervision for that long.