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.
22 September 2010
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.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)