I'm having withdrawls
15 June 2011
Where's The I.V.
They're all at Young Women's. Preparing for girls camp. Both of which I am forbidden to attend.
I'm having withdrawls
I'm having withdrawls
G.N.O.
Girl's nights are fabulous. Secrets are shared and the laughter seems to be at a constant. They're much needed at times.
My favorite are the girl's days I spend with my momma.
2 birthday's, a Father's Day, and a missionary in dire need of essentials turns my mother and I into frequent shoppers. And with the brother at scout camp, the sister at the grandparents, we have all the time in the world.
Down to the mall, distribution center, Deseret Book, Hallmark, and the wonderful mall. We conquered south Orem. At least, the mormon parts of it....
To end our 2 day adventure we went to Farr's. I knew I liked my mom when she snorted at me "ha! I'm paying, they get to stamp MY card!" She's a gem.
I'm rather fond of her.
My favorite are the girl's days I spend with my momma.
2 birthday's, a Father's Day, and a missionary in dire need of essentials turns my mother and I into frequent shoppers. And with the brother at scout camp, the sister at the grandparents, we have all the time in the world.
Down to the mall, distribution center, Deseret Book, Hallmark, and the wonderful mall. We conquered south Orem. At least, the mormon parts of it....
To end our 2 day adventure we went to Farr's. I knew I liked my mom when she snorted at me "ha! I'm paying, they get to stamp MY card!" She's a gem.
I'm rather fond of her.
12 June 2011
Sweet Home Alabama
Orem Summerfest. The most anticipated weekend of summer as a child. I loved being in the parade with my ballet class. And the fireworks always amazed me.
Some of this is still true. It's for the most part enjoyable, and the fireworks have yet to disappoint me, but I realize now the sort of people that come to these kinds of events.
Everyone.
I'm going to be honestly blunt here. I've never seen so much, well, white trash in all my life. And coming immediately from New York, I felt like I had entered Hicktown, USA. Don't get me wrong, people watching is a strong hobby of mine, and events like these fascinate me. I loved it. But good grief.
It may be summer now, but that doesn't mean we can walk around in clothes that could serve as underwear. Mmm. Attractive.
Some of this is still true. It's for the most part enjoyable, and the fireworks have yet to disappoint me, but I realize now the sort of people that come to these kinds of events.
Everyone.
I'm going to be honestly blunt here. I've never seen so much, well, white trash in all my life. And coming immediately from New York, I felt like I had entered Hicktown, USA. Don't get me wrong, people watching is a strong hobby of mine, and events like these fascinate me. I loved it. But good grief.
It may be summer now, but that doesn't mean we can walk around in clothes that could serve as underwear. Mmm. Attractive.
Thoroughly Modern
New York was phenomenal.
I don't care how long it takes, but I will move there. Preferably the Manhattan area.
Perhaps it was the dozens of languages I heard spoken, or the wide diversity, the broadway musicals on every corner, the entire avenue devoted to food, 5th avenue upscale glamor, Tiffany's, the central park appeal, or the bright, daytime feel on Times Square at 11 pm. It was engrossing, intoxicating, amazing.
The sweet Irish waitress whom I was nearly certain was going to adopt me. The fascinating New York accents, the pushy, touchy asians. Confusing and marvelous.
My name won't be in lights, I won't be headlining on Broadway, and I won't have the money to live in the same building as Yoko Ono. My name will be in fine print after a column of the New York Times or Wall Street Journal. I won't be famous, but I will become a citizen of that amazing city.
True, I immediately knew I was a small town mormon the moment I arrived, but I'll learn to fit in.
I don't care how long it takes, but I will move there. Preferably the Manhattan area.
Perhaps it was the dozens of languages I heard spoken, or the wide diversity, the broadway musicals on every corner, the entire avenue devoted to food, 5th avenue upscale glamor, Tiffany's, the central park appeal, or the bright, daytime feel on Times Square at 11 pm. It was engrossing, intoxicating, amazing.
The sweet Irish waitress whom I was nearly certain was going to adopt me. The fascinating New York accents, the pushy, touchy asians. Confusing and marvelous.
My name won't be in lights, I won't be headlining on Broadway, and I won't have the money to live in the same building as Yoko Ono. My name will be in fine print after a column of the New York Times or Wall Street Journal. I won't be famous, but I will become a citizen of that amazing city.
True, I immediately knew I was a small town mormon the moment I arrived, but I'll learn to fit in.
05 June 2011
Hallelujah
High school is over. This weekend has put me on cloud 9.
-graduation. Funny kids to sit by. (Irony is when you become friends at graduation with people you've gone to school with for 3 years.)
-After party. Too much food. Not enough room.
-Stomp. My last one.
-All nighter. Went out with a bang. Did everything a stereotypical high schooler does. I feel accomplished.
-Shooting with my uncle. Smelling like gun powder ('man smell')
-Sleeping at random intervals to make up for arriving home at 5 a.m. after the all nighter.
-Sophie's baptism. I cried. It's not a big deal.
-My senior recital. Didn't do as good as I had hoped, but better than expected. I'm content.
-So much food, so many friends.
What a perfect weekend.
-graduation. Funny kids to sit by. (Irony is when you become friends at graduation with people you've gone to school with for 3 years.)
-After party. Too much food. Not enough room.
-Stomp. My last one.
-All nighter. Went out with a bang. Did everything a stereotypical high schooler does. I feel accomplished.
-Shooting with my uncle. Smelling like gun powder ('man smell')
-Sleeping at random intervals to make up for arriving home at 5 a.m. after the all nighter.
-Sophie's baptism. I cried. It's not a big deal.
-My senior recital. Didn't do as good as I had hoped, but better than expected. I'm content.
-So much food, so many friends.
What a perfect weekend.
Excuse Me?
I can't wait to get out of the predetermined judgments that come with high school teenagers.
I desperately need a new start. Or at least a separation from a certain few. Idaho doesn't seem that far but it's 277 miles and 4 hours, 25 minutes away. Much better than the next city over.
I desperately need a new start. Or at least a separation from a certain few. Idaho doesn't seem that far but it's 277 miles and 4 hours, 25 minutes away. Much better than the next city over.
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