The Reason

Christmas, it is the time of year that we all love. It is the time of presents and hot chocolate, the time of snow and no school. It is the time of year when people are supposed to be at their best. The time of year that we are supposed to be focused on Christ.
Instead people are disgruntled and unhappy. They are more concerned with themselves than the one who gave them everything. They are focused on what presents they will get, than the ones they have already received... from HIM.
In these last few days before Christmas, let's remember the real reason for this holiday. Let us put aside our typical attitude and embrace a more Christlike one. It will make this time of year better, and it will make us better also.

Date Night

Typically on a Friday night you will find me in one of two places: at home, being lazy, or behing a cash registar at work.
Tonight was a bit different.
Tonight I had a date.
I was picked up from my house at six thirty. We went to Costa Vida and used our student I.D. cards to get the saturday special on a Friday night. Then we went to Macey's where we had a light saber fight. I bought one of those light sabers. Then we went back to my house and drew pictures of Yoda. I claimed credit for the better one. Then we went to a party of a person we barely knew. It was really awkward at first, but got slightly better. We texted each other the whole time at the party. After the appropriate amount of time had passed, we left to go watch the house with the dancing Christmas lights, but once we got there, the lights turned off for the night. So we drove around trying to find a house with pretty lights that we could look at. The whole time we were driving around we were singing Christmas songs very loudly, and very badly. Then we  found a good house. Some of the lights even blinked, so we were going to pretend they were dancing to the music. Then right after we pulled over to park, those lights turned off. So instead we went to a house by mine and sat out front listening to Christmas music. Then it was time for both of us to go home. So I was dropped of at 11:50.
You could say it was a good night, and you would be right.
Who needs boys when you have best friends like mine?

'Tis the season

Today I at the first chocolate out of my advent (Chirstmas countdown filled with chocolate) calendar. Only 23 more to eat.

I am losing my mind

Last night I went to bed with pajama pants, a long sleeve shirt, my hair in a tight braid, and my alarm for 6:30.
This moring I woke up at 7:15, in pajama pants and a tank top, and with my hair completely down.
I have no recollection of what happened.
I think this is how old people feel.
This better not be a glimpse into my future.

A Birthday Letter

Dear Erin Lou,
Do you remember that day when you performed an interpretive dance for me? I think I knew then that that crazy girl in my new ward would become one of my best friends. We have had a lot of great times together, like efy, and just hanging out in your kitchen speed drinking water and recording ourselves doing all sorts of stupid things. We should probably never wantto blackmail each other, because we could do some damage with all the embarrassing stuff we know about each other and do together. I like that we are in the same ward, actually I love it, because even though life has gotten crazy this year, we are guaranteed to play with each other at least once a week. I am so grateful that we are friends, and that you acted weird and danced for me that first time at young womens. When we go off to college, let's not stop being us. We need to pledge to play at least once a month. Sometimes you can come to SUU and then I can come to Dixie. It will work, we will make it work. Well, I love you quite a bit and am once again grateful that we are friends. Happy birthday!
Love,
Kenal Celeste
Oh, and P.S. You should buy something off of an infomercial now that you are legal.

The Blackest of All Nights

Sometimes I go to Black Friday with Mad and Erin. Actually that sometimes is really a one time. Yes folks, it was my first Black Friday tonight? Today? Last night? I am not really sure any more. I have been up for 23 hours straight right now, so if you want to excuse anything that might be typed by my sleep deprived fingers, go ahead, I won't blame you. Also, we only went to one store, Old Navy, and we stood in line for about two hours. It is a good thing that instead of buying really cute clothes that anyone would proud to wear, I buy a little boy's t-shirt. It isn't my fault i have been craving a super hero shirt, and the only ones out there are in the pre-pubescent boy section. And it also isn't my fault that it makes me have the approximate figure of my six year old little brother. But I love it, so that seven bucks of my money was highly well spent. I also got other things, but as you can tell I clearly got the most excited about my freaking hot t-shirt.

The Dream Team.

Picture this:
Me...
Madi...
Sadie...
In New York.
In a cab.
Not just any cab. The Cash Cab.
We would be rich.
This is my new dream, and it will happen one day.
I will make sure of it.

food for thought

Book club is tomorrow. I am making a concious choice not to finish my book.
I like it when people call me Ken, it makes me feel cool. Too bad no one ever calls me that.
Sadies, to go or not to go?
I feel like I am constantly sick. It is really fun.
Sarcasm is my best friend. It is always with me.
Is it bad that I really like Calculus? I hope not, because I do. Call me a nerd. It wouldn't be too far from the truth.
I am really sick of school. Can I just graduate already?
I am ready for college. Me and Ky are going to have so much fun.
Do I want a nook/kindle for Christmas? It would be nice, but there is nothing I love more than the smell of new books, or old books that are new to me, or any books really.
Sometimes I stay up way too late, so I have to take a nap, then I stay up way too late again, so I have to take a nap again the next day. It is a vicious cycle and i don't know how to break it.
I think it is time for my yearly reading of Fire of the Convenant. That book is perfection. Read it if you haven't. Then maybe we can have yearly readings together.
I wish I had a different job. I love the people I work with, but the job is monotonous. Too bad it will probably never happen until I leave P.G.
The only jewlery I like are pearl(like) earrings, and handmade bracelets. Oh and obviously my CTR ring. But that doesn't count, that is basically a part of me.
I wish my life was more interesting. I wish there was a boy. Not a boyfriend. Just a boy. Life is more fun when there is a boy. It makes you want to get ready in the morning, and actually look cute. Too bad there is no boy. I will jsut continue to not try, until on the off chance a boy does come along.
Money would be nice.
I am ready for Christmas. Sometimes I sing and play Christmas songs in the middle of October. Okay, not sometimes, always.
I would be happier if life was a musical.
I like blogs. Not because I like blogging, but because I like stalking.

Siete

1. My favorite thing about myself is that I can wear little kid shoes.
2. If I were to smell Amortencia (which for those of you who don't know, is the strongest love potion in all of Harry Potter) it would smell of new books, grass, cement after it rains, and the laundry detergent aisle in the grocery store.
3. If you couldn't tell from #2, me and the magical world of Harry Potter are intimate aquantainces. I may have read the books at least six or seven times each. I re-read them once a year.
4. I am a perfectionist. I think I have slight O.C.D. Not with things like a clean room, but with everything else. It is a problem.
5. My future house will have a room dedicated to books. Wall to wall bookshelves, filled with every kind of books imaginable. It will my safe haven.
6. I get annoyed really easily. It probably has something to do with the fact that my period controls my emotion for at least two and a half weeks per month. You learn to deal with it.
7. I don't really like to sensor the things I say. I would rather say what is on my mind when it is on it, and deal with the repercussions later, then to not say something that I wanted to. Sometimes it gets me into trouble, but that's just me.

I will let you know who I will tag sometime in the future. I don't feel like figuring that out now.

Time for a new day

It has been one of those days. The kind where nothiong goes right, and there seems to be nothing I can do about it. All I want to do is sleep, but sleep is not possible. Stress has taken over sleep.

I have to teach a lesson in church tomorrow. When did I find out about it? Today. So it is safe to say that it will suck. There will be nothing of real worth in it. I will be reading straight from the manual. Maybe I will become deathly sick so that i can't give it. Possibly.

I am ready for today to be done. Bring on tomorrow. Actually, bring on Monday. I would rather go to school than to church. Terrible, I know, but true.

An Aging Equation

 

Take Draco Malfoy...

Age him thirty/forty years...

Add a beard, a hat and a robe,

and twenty more years...

And you get Dumbledore.

Freaky, huh?

Homecoming 2011

Last night was homecoming. It was my first formal dance.
We went to Lowes Extreme Air Sports, and I did a flip into the foam pit, that is saying a lot for me. We also played hands up stands up, I was better than I though after years of handstand inactivity.
We all looked pretty crappy after an hour and a half of play, which make us look so much better when we did get cleaned up.
Los Hermanos for dinner, then off to the dance, which we stayed to til the end.
It was a great night! Thank you to Jen for my hair, Alexa for my makeup, and to Bruce for asking me!

These are a few of my favorite things

If I could be wearing anything right now,

I would choose these items.

Christmas is coming up,

If anyone wants to make my dreams come true.

A true friend

A true friend is...
Someone who tries on bras with you.

Guess what?

I'm going to homecoming!!!

Ramble

I really love HOSA.
I hate not knowing things.
20 dollar Toms.
I feel a wee bit sick.
I really love math lab, because then I have no homework.
Medical Anatomy and Health Science Advanced are basically the same classs.
Big Brother is on tonight.
It is my dream to be on Cash Cab.
If you ever go to New York and are lucky enough to be on, please call me for your mobile shoutout. I may not know the answer, but it is one step closer to being on it myself.
I don't know anything about politics.
Sadie kissed a brain.
We basically all matched today.
Seminary is... interesting. Mostly in a good way, I think.
How is it only the second week of school?
Tomorrow is Friday.

First Days

I may have gotten lost on my first day of senior year.

It's okay, feel free to laugh.

I would if it was you.

Once again.

It is 2:30 in the morning and once again I am still up. I try to go to sleep, to make myself tired, but nothing seems to work. The earliest I have gone to bed in the past two or three weeks is probably 1:00 a.m. This is becoming a problem. I hope I can fix it in the next two days because then school starts, and I would really rather not be running off of four hours of sleep while trying to keep up with all my classes. Maybe it is time to start taking sleeping pills, because I really don't think I can handle one more night, and consecutive day of this.

Goodnight

...

...

...

Well maybe not.

Ask me.

Ask me what I did last night and I would probably tell you that I spent the night watching Brock Bodily dance and sing in a musical. What a wonderful night.

The Book Thief

Sometimes it feels good to cry over a book.

Things that make me happy: Part one

Finding and playing my 3rd grade cluefinders game.

Well said.

"Of course it is happening inside your head Harry,
but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"
~Albus Dumbledore



Simplicity

Oh the simplicity of childhood.
If you want to play with someone, you go over to their house and just knock on their door.
No advanced notice is necessary. You just go over there and knock.
If they are home, fantastic. But if they aren't, it is no big deal. You just walk on home and go on with your day.
Now, if you want to play with someone, you must text them or call them, or communicate with them in advance in some way, shape, or form.
Now, you must coordinate with multiple people, so that nobody gets left out.
Now, thing are a lot more complicated.
So lets go back to the simplicity of childhood.
This week, go knock on someones door.

And these are my friends...

My friends are the kind of people who don't know where to use a electric beater.
They are the kind of people who roll in the grass even though there wasn't a hill.
They are the kind of people who pay with all the change in their car.
They are the kind of people who don't know how to count said change.
They are the kind of people who write circle poems with me using only four letter words.
They are the kind of people I shove cupcakes in the face of.
They are the kind of people who I plan to give blood with.
They are the kind of people who do and say whatever they want.
It was good to see you guys again. Lets not wait another month.

Jealousy

Everytime I see a commercial for Harry Potter, a little part of me probably dies. I know it is no big deal, and that I will see it soon enough, it won't be the same not seeing it at midnight.
There will be no waiting in line for hours
No game playing, or talking about how excited we are
No being completely dead the next day.
I am totally jealous of everyone who gets to see it before me.
But I guess if I have to wait, girls camp is a good reason.

I'd kinda like to feel my face

So today I got my wisdom teeth out. The nurse told me I was the happiest patient they have had in a while, probably because I actually wanted them to come out. I was not going to let five years of braces be ruined by four little teeth.
I feel great. I don't hurt, except minimully. Maybe that is because I cannot feel anything on the lower half of my face. I can finally talk, because my tongue decided to regain feeling, but apparantly my face doesn't feel like following suit.
I assume that once I can actually feel my face, the pain will come, but right now, I am willing to take that risk. I don't like feeling like my face is no longer a part of me.
I am also a little upset that I wasn't very funny when I came out of it. Sure, I was slightly giddy, but for the most part, I was just myself, only slightly groggier.

Hello Tomorrow.

Sometimes I dream I am older.
With high school behind me, and my real life in progress.
I want to be in college, living in a bright and sunny apartment, with a few roommates. We won't always get along, but we will be the best of friends.
One day i will meet a man. He will not only be handsome, but he will be sweet, and smart, and we will love each other.
We will end up getting married, with me in a white dress, and him in a tux. Of course we will get married in the temple.
Eventually we will have a family of our own, and we will all be happy. Sure we will have our problems, but overall we will be delightfully happy.
My husband and I will grow old together, because let's face it, there is nothing sweeter than an old couple still as much in love as the day they were married.

My ideal tomorrow is still a long way off, so I will just have to be content with living in the present. I will need to try better to make it the best it can be, so that one day I can look back, and be happy with the  yesterdays that I made for myself.

Third time's a charm.

Wish me luck.

Bummer Summer.

So far my summer has been exceptionally boring. I thought I have had boring summers before, but they all pale in comparison to the summer of 2011.
My life lately has consisted of reading, studying, watching, and applying.
I have only been wearing dresses because all my clothes are dirty, and I don't feel like doing laundry. Now all my dresses are dirty, so where does that leave me?
I think I have played with my friends once, maybe twice. Things just never seem to work out in that department for me.
I need a job. I have no money. I apply, but who knows if anything will come of applying. Cross your fingers.
Maybe I should take some initiative and do something, but then what would I have to complain about?

Quirks

I was over at Erin's house the other day, and I see this...

Yes, that is a pair of underwear on top of dusting spray.

What is the point?

Nearly five hours of studying and I do not feel any smarter. Curse my desire to do well on the stupid test. ACT, I hate you.

Hey, Hi, Hello.

Today was the last day of my junior year, or the last day I am going at least. I can not say that I will miss it. In fact, if life was a musical, I would be singing a song of relief right now. But what a great last day it was.

This morning we got Kneaders, I ate like a pig.

Then I went to school to get those last few signatures my yearbook needed.

Newman gave me and Alexa smart cookies.

We went to Sadie's house for lunch, then watched Harry Potter.

Cam prank called people, I supplied the made up numbers.

I took Kali to the pool. That sucked.

Now I am home, looking forward to summer and all the good times, and also the lazy times that it will bring.
I plan on enjoying every moment of it, because in three months, I am a senior.

Because who really cares?

I love the days when I don't do my hair. When I just wake up, put up my bangs, and call it good, even though I know, it really can't be called good.

I love just picking clothes, with no thought involved, and putting them on, regardless of how I look in them.

I like that all my favorite shoes have holes in the bottoms, and everytime I walk outside, my feet get drenched.

I enjoy knowing that after today, I only have to go to each of my classes one more time, and then I am summer bound. I will not miss any of them, except for Newman's class, I do love that class, but I will bid happy good byes to the rest.

I love days when I say and do whatever I want, because I can: when I don't let inhibitions hold me back, and stop me from saying or doing something I want to.

Make today a good day, dare to be yourself, because honestly, who really cares?

Winter's on the wing, it's a fine spring morn

It's becoming that time of year.

The time when the flowers bloom,

and rains fall from the sky.

It is the time for rainbows.

It is the time for smiles

and warmth.

It is the time that makes you want to be better

because everything is better in the spring.

It is the time of my favorite season,

it is the time that I always wish it could be.

It is the time that makes me want to find
a garden.

a secret garden.

It is the time for chalk drawing,

and bubble blowing.

It is a time for playing with friends,

and acting like children.

It is the best time of the year.

A welcome sigh of relief

It is over, the thing that has caused me so much anxiety and grief over the last week, is finally over. Goodbye AP History test, I hope to never see you again.

Cinco de Mayo

Not only is today a wonderful Mexican holiday, it is also the birthday of a wonderful person.

Happy Birthday Lindsey Greer. Even though we have been through our rough patches, you are definitely still one of my best friends. I know you are always there for me to talk to. I am grateful that you are willing to randomly show up to my house sometimes, and make my day so much better. You are the only person that I don't hate talking on the phone to. You are a great person, and an even better friend.

I hope that 17 treats you well.

I like it...

I like it when Brooke wears certain jeans just to show me how she will look on her date.

I like it when Brooke pretends to sit at my table in Spanish.

I like it when I say "Nice butt" to Brooke, and she doesn't think I am a freak.

I like Brooke.

I like it when all my friends go to lunch when I am in advisory, so I go find Emily instead.

I like it when Emily tells me I am an aquired taste.

I like it that Emily tells me she is funny around me.

I like Emily.

I like it when Cam ditches her seminary class to come to mine.

I like it when we make newspapers in Seminary.

I like it that we got Gordon B. Hinckley's middle name wrong.

I like it when we have to velcrow (?) every piece of paper to make it stay.

I like it when Fossum tells Cam he doesn't want to see her because she ditched.

I like Cam.

I like it when I go into take a test in Spanish, and he isn't there, again.

I like life.

Sunset Boulevard

Tonight I went to see a lovely play, actually lovely probably isn't the right word, creepy might be a tad more accurate, but nonetheless, it was marvelous.

The best line in the whole play was as followed (with some editing of course, this is not a blog that advocates the use of swear words) "I am rich, not a platinum blonde...witch."

Me and Brooke sat by each other the entire two hours we were on the bus. I really love that girl, we could easily be best friends. We spill our guts to each other, and it isn't weird to do. Most of our conversations tonight had the word "butt" in them, but hey, we just like to talk about them.

Dear AP US History,

I hate your stinkin guts.
You make me vomit.
You are the scum between my toes.
Love,
Kendall

Who needs Prom, when you have PROM

Since for some inexplicable reason, me and the majority of my friends, were not asked to participate in prom, we decided to see Prom on prom night. We did this mainly for the irony, as opposed to an actual desire to see the movie.

But after seeing it, it is probably one of my new favorite movies. They really should have advertised it as a comedy, because I don't remember the last time I laughed so hard in a movie. The "cheese" level was right on point, and it was just fantastic.

I almost feel sorry for those who went to prom, in a pretty dress, with a handsome date by your side, because you probably didn't laugh as hard as I did. I almost feel sorry for you, but not quite.

Blood Drive

I gave blood today. Big accomplishment for me. I hate needles. My mom said that I wouldn't go through with it, but I proved her wrong. And what an experience it was.

It took them the full twenty minutes (plus a few extra) to get the amount needed, and they still almost didn't get enough. I would have been so upset if I sat through al that for nothing.

The people were really nice. Jake and Rachel both took my blood. That is right, I needed two people, not just one. They told me my vein was high-matainence, I do not doubt that. Rachel had to sit there and hold the needle in place for the whole time, minus five or so minutes.

Luckily I didn't feel too faint. I felt a bit funny for the rest of school, and still do in fact, but at least I didn't pass out. I know some people that did.

Plus I saved, not one, not two, but three lives. I feel good about that. The only disappointing thing was that they didn't hand out shirts this time. Instead they handed out keychains. Which I lost, so all I have to show for it is a small mark on my left arm.

I will probably be donating again.

Hmm...

Lately I have been feeling like my life is even more uneventful than usual. All I do is go to school, come home, and either watch TV or read a book.

There are no excititng stories to tell.

No amusing anecdotes.

There is no prom to be going to, unless you count the movie that me, and my non-asked friends are going to see, while thouse who were asked are dancing the night away in pretty dresses. I am really not even disappointed that I am not going, I am totally okay with it actually, but if I was going, I might have something other than the three things previously mentioned to look forward to.

I have four F's right now. And a C, and even a C+. My grades aren't crap because I am stupid, but because I have no desire to talk to teachers who really aren't that interested in talking to me. Instead I will turn things in by degree, hoping that those F's and C's will slowly go up to the A's I have grown to expect.

My AP history test is next Friday. How will I do? I would not be too surprised if I failed. I thought I knew stuff, but when I take practice tests, it turns out that I really don't know anything. I could study, but that would mean reading a dry review book, that is full of words that will probably go in one ear and out the other. But I should probably at least start trying. Maybe if I do that, I can somehow manage to scrape a 3. Which is passing.

I really like to watch Who Wants To Be A Millionare, because sometimes they ask questions about history, and I know the answers because we make fun of people and pictures in Newman's class. You learn life long lessons in that class.

This upcoming month will be a good month for plays. Thursday I am seeing Beauty and the Beast, a girl in my ward is the star, go Addy! Next Tuesday I am seeing Sunset Boulevard at the Pioneer Theater, the week after that, I am seeing Children of Eden at the high school. Then a few weeks after that, Les Mis at the Capitol Theater. I love plays, especially musicals. I wish my life could always be like this month.

I can't find my phone. I don't like this feeling. I wouldn't even say I am super attached to my phone, mean, I love it, but I am not one who cannot live without it. But I am freaking out. What if there is an important message. How would I know? I am hoping that it will just show up, but with my luck, it probably won't. 

Well I have no more ramblings left, and if you read this, you probably feel cheated out of five to ten minutes of your life. Sorry, but you will never get them back, hope you don't need those minutes in the future.

Happy Birthday to Me...

It started off pretty rocky, but I guess in the end it wasn't total a waste of a day. Thank you Lindsey for making me leave my house. I appreciate it. And thank you to everyone who brought me stuff even though I was a bit of a brat, and probably didn't deserve anything.

I can't wait!

Thankfully, tomorrow I get to see all the wonderful people I went to EFY with.

I am going through withdrawls.

Most people say they will keep in touch with EFY friends.

We actually do.

This is what, our fith party?

With the first one being three days after we left.

Lets take a trip down memory lane...

Carson, Me, Tay-Tay, Erin, and Alex



See this blankets we are under, we tied it.

We are best friends.

Our entire company fit onto one couch.

Us doing our signs. All we did was play that game. Not even a joke.

Our counselors are probably the funnies people to ever walk the earth.

Suffice it to say, I am really excited to see some of them again, because they are some of the best people I have ever met.

And I love them all.

(I would kiss him for his hyperbola notes)

That was for you Erin Lou.

Way to Be!



If you have never read this, I suggest you do.

There are so many lessons contained within 125 pages.

Lessons like this:

"With whom is the Lord displeased? Those who are not grateful

for all that they have, and all that they are".

Really, read it.

What was I thinking?

Today I signed up for the blood drive...

I hate needles.

Last time I got a shot I cried my eyes out and begged them not to do it.

A few years before that, I actually ran out of the room to avoid a prick of the needle.

Pathetic?

Yeah, I know.

Once when a nurse was taking my blood, I threw up on her.

It was totally her fault.

She should not have dug around in my arm.

You do that, you get puked on.

Plus I have small veins.

Once a doctor had to feel around for half an hour before he could stick me.

But at least he only had to do it once.

So why you ask, am I willing signing up to do something that will cause me much anxiety and paing?

The answer is simple, because I can.

The blood drive is next Wednesday, my birthday is this Saturday.

And since the only new thing you can do at the ripe age of 17, is give blood, I might as well take advantage of my upcoming age, and save lives.

I guess at 17 you can buy tickets for rated R movies, but since I am a good LDS girl, I won't be doing that... so giving blood really is the only option.

Well there goes my plan.

MATC; he thing I have been planning on doing since the end of 9th grade? Turns out that is not going to happen.

Here is to rolling with whatever life throws at you, and learning to cope.

Hopefully I can do that.

I just may start crying...

For many months now, since about November, I have been looking forward to one thing. The premiere of the second part of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

Today all my hope was squashed right out of me. My ward decided to have our girls camp on the week it comes out. Most of my ward is outraged, but since the leaders have work and what not, they get to decide.

So me, Haley, Jennie, and Erin are gonna go the second we get back. Forget about showering, or changing clothes, or looking cute, we would rather watch Harry Potter, and honestly, who wouldn't?

We like chalk, and Zupas.

Today I played with chalk. Not once, but twice. It was marvelous. I can now confidently say that my summer will be full of chalk. Thankfully I have friends that love childish activities as much as I do.

I also ate Zupas. It was clearly delicious, how could it not be? Lucky for me I get it two more times in the near future. One for my birthday, and one as a payoff for winning a bet. Thank you Cam for failing the History test worse than I did. It takes a special kind of person to do that.

It was a good day, full of kid-like activities, the kind of day that everyone needs once in a while.

It's a world of laughter, a world of cheer.



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Yesterday I went on Small World

All I could think about was all the dolls coming alive and trying to kill me.

Thank you Ridley Pearson and the Kingdom Keepers

for giving me anxiety

about the least threatening ride in all of Disneyland.

I really appreciate it.

The life...

Today I layed out by the pool in 80 degree weather.

It was wonderful.

Better than TV

Thanks to Bayles, I discovered a hilarious new past-time today.
It basically involves laughing at the back of a certain boy's head.
All you have to do is find where he is sitting, pray that his back is facing the window, and walk by as many times as you choose (be careful not to get caught though), and finally, laugh hysterically.
It is really fun. You should probably try it some time.

You had a birthday, shout hooray!

Cammie Rachelle Hurst



I prefer to call her Cam.

In my phone she is Princess Consuela Banana Hammock.

In hers I am Crap Bag

(First name Crap, last name Bag. If you can't remember it is like a bag of crap).

We met in 7th grade, when we had four out of seven classes together.

We were destined to hate each other, or to be best friends.

We are best friends.

Today she turned 17.

She has been looking forward to this for a while.

Mainly because she can finally give blood,

which she is doing today.

She likes Friends,

and How I Met Your Mother,

and musicals,

just like me.

Sometimes she texts me just to tell me a Canadian joke.

Sometimes we text each other for hours, with quotes from friends.

She understands my desire to put a book in the freezer.

(Mission accomplished by the way)

I vent to her.

Sometimes we get mad at each other,

sometimes we even don't like each other.

But we always get through it, and end up stronger.

One day we are going to go to Harry Potter land together.

And we are going to see Miss Saigon.

Sometimes when we hear words

that are normal to most people,

we look at each other because the exact same song came to both of our minds,

and we usually go on to sing said song, very badly.

So happy birthday Cam.

Give some blood, save some Japanese lives.

See you tomorrow.

Get ready for your present.

Friends

Usually when I watch Friends, I come to realize all of the things that I never knew I always wanted to do. Such as putting a book in my freezer.

Rachel: Joey, why is The Shining in the freezer?
Joey: I always put it in the freezer when it gets to scary. I never start reading The Shining without making sure there is plenty of room in the freezer.
...
(Talking about Little Women)
Joey: Beth is sick and Jo is there, but I don't think there is anything she can do to help.
Rachel: Do you want to put it in the freezer?
Joey: Yes.

Friends, where would we be without them.

End of term

Time for scrambling.

Happy Easter

Forget the candy

Forget the fake grass

For Easter I want this



I think that it is probably the prettiest book I have ever seen

Madi found it

And bought it

Now I shall copy her

Because I dont think I can live without it

I can't use the hadicap phone!

This weekend I went to Layton for HOSA.

Health Occupational Students of America

It is safe to say that it was a blast. Me and Cam ate Training Table, just us. Everyone else was lame and went to Denny's. Cammie told me to pick up the handicapped phone. I obviously refused. Then we took it back to our hotel and ate it, Cam spilled the dipping sauce, Erin refused to sleep there.

Medical Reading was harder than expected. We probably should have read the books better. Somehow we were not among the first six cut. Then cam the oral interview. What a joke. We spent most of the time laughing our heads off. None of us knew the questions we were asked, we all knew each others, just not our own. The judges probably thought we were airheads, granted we were cute, hilarious airheads.

I went to Target three times in one day. I bought shoes for nine bucks, and purple tights for a dollar twenty five. Haley bought little kid galoshes. I plan to buy some of my own. It is prime being able to fit into both kids and aldut sizes.

Somehow, at the awards ceremony, me, Cam, and Madi took eighth. Wow, did not see that coming. We almost peed from laughter. Cam, Lexa, Haley and Erin took third, we wont say how many teams there were. Sadie took fifth, she probably should have won. Madi took eighth in writing and seventh in the knowledge test. We will do better next year.

The bus ride home was nuts. Elbows, knees, and chins are awkward, and hilarious places to touch.

I got a really cute HOSA shirt, all of us did actually, you will see them on Monday.

All in all it was a successful weekend, if I do say so myself

Books...

Sometimes, instead of doing something productive, I go on the Barnes and Noble website and look at books, for who knows how long.

I know, that probably isn't a normal teenage activity, but I really don't care, I love it.

Something about looking at a books cover, and reading its synopsis makes me happy.

I even keep a list of all the books I plan to read. There are probably too many on there for my own good. Lately, I think I only want to read classics and non-fiction books. Something about them just catches my eye.

The bad thing? I don't have enough money to buy all the books that I feel like I need. I have a twenty five dollar gift card from Christmas that I can't bring myself to spend because I am worried that the second I spend it, I will find something new that I need. So i just let it sit in my room, dreaming of what I could do with it.

Calm Yourself.

I am stressing. Term is almost over, grades are not where they should be. I guess that is what happens when you miss school for a week due to sickness. I can assure you I will never let that happen again.

Chemistry is going to kill me, I think I understand things, but then I attempt the homework, and I come to realize that I was just kidding myself.

I failed my last math test, so I retook it, got a ninety six, so my grand total is a whopping seventy-nine. Please, try to hold your applause. Too bad tests are sixty percent of your grade. Oh well, I have faith everything will be okay.

Thursday I go to HOSA. That should be fun. Hopefully all of us will win something, so that we can party it up in California together.

I am going to California during the first week of April. Good thing it is a new term, I don't think I need anything else messing up this term.

I have to teach during the seminary assembly tomorrow. I am worried, I am not the greatest at giving talks, but it sounds pretty good, so I think I am set.

Today me, Erin, Linds, and Eliza went to the softball game, and didn't watch the game. It was fun. I think I may have SADD (Sports Attention Deficeit Disorder).

Donuts. They taste good, but they make you feel kind of gross after. But it was worth it.

I found out that Lindsey's vague post did not mean what I thought it meant... thank goodness.

Linds is going to watch him get his hard cut.

I really like He is We.

Well, I think I am done rambling now.

Possessed

My phone is quite literally possessed. I have known this for awhile, but the full realization of it came only moments ago.
For several months now, my phone has been doing strange things. It shuts off at any given moment, sometimes it is because I open or close it too hard, and other times I take it out of my pocket and it is off, with full battery power. Also it vibrates when I am not receiving a text or call. It tells me I have a new message, when in fact, the message was recorded weeks ago.
Tonight however, my phone reached new levels of creepy. It is charging itself. The battery symbol is doing the thing it does only when it is charging. Plus the screen hasn't gone off for about an hour. I am telling you, there is something living inside my phone, making it do all of these things. I am afraid that one day, whatever is inside of it will come out and smother me in my sleep. So if I die suddenly, know that it was probably my phone.

Rain



I love the rain.

It makes me so happy, I love walking in it, and feeling the water on my face.

I don't even care that it makes my hair look like a mess.

It is worth it.

I love that rainbows come after rain.

It's kind of symbolic.

Rain is like your troubles, but if you wait them out, a rainbow is always waiting for you.

I love the smell of rain.

It is fresh and wonderful.

I love how it makes the grass and the sidewalks smell.

I love rain.

I may have a problem

Sometimes I blog stalk for hours on end, I can't seem to help myself. I have this urge to know everything about a person's life that they are willing to share, even if I have never met these people in my life.
I don't know what it is, but getting to know people from their blogs holds a certain appeal to me. It probably shouldn't, but it does.
Sometimes at school I find myself passing people in the halls, people who have no clue who I am, and that I have never spoken to in my life, and I wondering if they ever resolved this or that problem. I feeel extremely creepy when this happens, but when it comes down to it, I really don't care.
I will go on learning things about people, and caring about these things. I will go on hoping that they have written something new. I will go on blog stalking.

Back to the good ole days

The best part of babysitting is getting to watch little kid movies without feeling the slightest bit strange.
In the past two days I have watched, Tarzan, Barbie: Mermaidia, A Cinderella Story, Swan Princess, and Anastasia.
You could say that my weekend has been a success.

Check

• Take the ACT
• Register for classes
• Wear the exact same outfit as Brooke, accidentally of course
• Make a sign with Linds' face on it
• Drink a delicious smoothie
• Litsten in on Erins phone conversation with her father, don't worry the cops were on the way to her house
• Set up for the science fair and get extra credit
• Free pancakes
• Biggest Loser-Lindsey is going to be on TV

You want to know what I hate?

I hate when people have words written across their behind. It is desperate really, it is basically saying, "I want you to read the word that is written on my butt, because I really just want you to look at my butt." It is pathetic.
I also hate PINK. Not the color, because while not my favorite, the color is perfectly fine. No, I am talking about the brand. The brand that puts PINK on everything. It doesn't matter to them if the jacket is really yellow, green, blue, red, orange, black, white, or any other color of the rainbow. If they want to put PINK on something that is actually pink, that would be fine with me, but leave the other colors out of it. It isn't fair to them.
And the ultimate thing I hate: when people have PINK written across their butt, and the pants are any color but pink.

I am freaking out!

Tomorrow is the ACT. It is fairly safe to say that I am now in panic mode. Maybe if I would have studied I would feel better right now. Maybe if I had actually paid attention in those ACT prep classes instead of talking to Bree, and Mckay, and Emily I wouldn't feel like I am about to throw up. Maybe a lot of things. But the fact is I didn't study, and I didn't pay attention, and frankly, I probably deserve the pain and worry I am going through right now.
The funny thing is, is that I really don't think I should have anything to be that worried about. I have taken it before, and got a much better score than I expected. Maybe that is it. Maybe I am not so much worried about taking the test, as I am about doing better than I have already done. I would feel like a failure if I didn't at least match my score, and I won't feel like a success unless I beat my score. And it doesn't help that everyone, even people I never told, seems to know what I got, and now they have expectations of me too.
I think it would probably be best if I just stopped freaking out, and had confidence in what I know. But just because it would be best, it doesn't mean it will be easy. I am the kind of person who obbsesses over things, and worries about things 'til they are over.
My life will be a lot less stressful after tomorrow.

History repeating itself...

When I was a little girl, I don't exactly know how old, but I think I was two or three, I took a trip to Seattle. I have no memories from this trip, and no one has told me any memories from this trip, except for one, that I have heard over and over and over again.
When we got off the plane, I asked my mom when we were going to see Attle. In my tiny toddler mind, I didn't think we were going to Seattle, i thought we were going to SEE Attle. The family that was there with me got a good laugh out of my obvious confusion, and now that story is told quite often.
This weekend me and my family went to St. George. All throughout the car ride, Kason kept asking when we were going to save George. We tried to explain to him, that it was St. George, and that there would be no saving going on. We thought he understood. Turns out he didn't.
When we were about to leave I asked him if he was excited to go home, and he just looked at me and said, "But we didn't get to save George Washington yet!"
Kason is my best friend. We both think that cities are people, that we have to see or save.

Good Night

See this guy...



     I met him tonight. Sure, I dont follow BYU basketball, but Linds does, when we found out he was at our school basketball game (granted he was there for the other team but that isn't important) Linds knew she needed to get his autograph. So of course me and Erin went too. I got a picture with him. He is pretty tall and good looking. I also had the genius plan to get his autograph for Grace Dayton. She is obsessed with anything BYU. We dropped it off at her house, but sadly she was in Disneyland. I just want to see her face when her dad gives it to her. I hope she will be happy.

     So even though good old PG lost miserably to those stinking Knights, it was still a good night.

P.S. His name is Jackson Emery.

Happy Birthday Haley!

Today is Haley's birthday.

She is probably my best friend.

We are both short, we both have "red" hair.

When she sings it makes me smile.

When we do our homework together,

we play for at least a few hour after.

We can talk about everything

and nothing at the same time.

I tell her everything.

She always has the cutest headbands.

We work together to steal the doll arms back from madi.

She runs around the pool table while madi chases her.

When she laughs, she crys,

Always.

Sometimes she makes me cry too.

We have never been in a fight (that I am aware of)

She always has the best food,

like goldfish, and fruit leathers,

and she lets me eat all I want.

Sometimes when we get really bored,

we will take pictures of our feet.

We talk about the Bachelor, and laugh at how psycho the girls are.

There are so many more reasons I love her,

but I am going to stop myself before I go to far.

Haley, you are my best friend,

and I don't know where I would be without you.

MAGGIE

Make Adjustments Go Get It Engergize!

I think it is safe to say that I love How I Met Your Mother!

I still can't get his name right!

Today in seminary we learned about John Taylor and Wilford Wodruff, my group was assigned the latter. It took me about twenty minuted to get his name right, I wanted to say Wodrow Wilson, the President of the United States, but I have learned now. Anyway, we had to read about them and draw a picture of them. Unfortunately that task was left up to me. This kid traced McKay on a piece of paper, and it was left up to me to draw the face. Now, I am a really crappy artist, but I really outdid myself on this one.
He was blue, with a green beard, hair and face. He had no arms, probably because he burned them off when he fell into a cauldron of scalding water at the age of three (the story is true, him being armless...false).
When Brother Whimpey came over I asked him if it wasn't the best picture he has ever seeen. He took one look at it, then got a "tickle in his throat" and started coughing. Please, I know the cough was to cover his amusement.
All in all, it was a pretty good day.

I'm not black.

Kason: My shirt is black.
Me: You are black.
Kason: No I am not, I am pink, we all are pink. But not my friend at school, she is brown.
That was probably the highlight of my day.

Another note!

The Phantom of the Opera is indeed here. And if I do say so myself, Pleasant Grove High School, has once again, created something fantastic.
Kylie was glorious as Christine, I felt like I was hearing an angel sing. Evan was perfection, I was more than pleasantly surprised. Where has his voice been all of my life. And Mikayla, I obviously knew she could sing, but I have never heard her sound so good. No one else could have done the part of Carlotta justice, and no other part could have done Mikayla justice. I will admit that I had a slight problem with Rauol's body language, but his voice was actually quite superb, so what am I complaining about?
I must say that I am very proud to go to school with these amazing people, and can't wait to see what next year has in store.
My favorite part? "You will curse the day you did not do, all, that the Phantom asked of you!" Magical.

When you tell me you love me... or something like that.

Today at lunch, Brooke came up to me and grabbed my hand. She then proceeded to sing me love songs, all the while keeping hold of my hand. Honestly, it was less awkward for me than it probably should have been. Let's just say, that girl is pretty much my favorite.

Dear PG Wrestler

You don't know me, and I don't know you, but let's just say I think I love you. Not in the "we should get married" kind of way, well maybe just a little bit, but more in the "you are pretty much the best thing to ever hit the mat" sort of way. The way you pick up your opponents and slam them to the floor like they weigh no more than rag-dolls really astounds me. I may not have been to many wrestling meets, but all the same I have never seen you lose. Keep it up, and next week you should probably take State.
Go Vikings.
P.S. While this post may be meant for one PG wrestler in particular, the sentiments can extend to all of them, because they are all pretty great!

Oh good.

So today me and Haley Madison were walking to my car talking about something that I honestly can't remember. Here is a short piece of our conversation.
Haley: I about had a coniption. I have no idea what that word means. Did I use it correctly in that sentence?
Me: You sure did!
Haley: Oh good, I was afraid it meant something sexual.
Me: Nope, it definitely doesn't.
Both of us had a good laugh over that, hopefully you will too.

I feel bad for my family.

When I am doing my chores, when I am in the shower, or when I am aimlessly wandering around my house, I tend to sing songs from musicals at the top of my lungs. It doesnt matter how many "please stop" looks I get from my parents, and how many "my sister is nuts" looks from my siblings, I never stop. Which would be so bad if I could actually sing...which I can't. So I just wanted to say to my poor family, I am sorry, but dont expect anything to change any time soon.

I love it

Is it bad that I get so much pleasure from people telling me things about other people? Things that are, in all reality, none of my business?

What did you just say?

If I had to pick the funniest quote from this weekend, it would have to be between these two...
"Your mom is sick for having child-birthed you!" -Madison Markle
or
"You always put your feet on the awkwardest part of my bodies." -Me.

Someday...

Someday I will go to New York

and see this

and this



and probaly this

I will probably also want to see all the ones that are there.

Sadly I am not rich.

I really love musicals.

That's my girl.

This is Kali.

She is eight, and my sister.

As the picture clearly shows, she can be a bit sassy.

Today,

when she was walking home from school,

a boy took her friends backpack.

Now, being a good friend,

she felt it was her duty to stick up for her friend.

She called him a bunch of names,

like fat and mean and ugly.

She also told him

that if she wasn't Mormon,

she would call him

the "B" word.

Good ole' Kali.

Got to lover her.

Rules of dating.

Not only is the bachelor entertaining, it is also highly educational. I have learned many things about dating, and life in general from the many hours spent watching the bachelor/bachelorette, and I am willing to pass down that knowledge right here.

1. At one point in your life, you will have twenty five gorgeous men vying for your attention an love.
2. You can fall in love with a person in about an hour.
3. Group dates do not consist of several couples, they consist of one woman with up to ten guys.
4. Almost every date you go on, should involve a helicopter, because let's face it, the normal modes of transportation just don't cut it when you are falling in love.
5. The dates can never be simple. The more extravegant the better. It is not an uncommon thing to have a private carnival for only you and your date.
6. You only need three things in your wardrobe. Sweats, swim suits (the more revealing the better), and any number of fancy dresses that will make you feel like a princess.
7. Drama is a common thing. It is not out of the ordinary to see a cat fight, in fact, it is encouraged.
8. Kissing means nothing. You can just do it as much as you want, and if you don't like them, just give them a kiss and send them on their way.
9. Kissing solves everything. If there is ever an awkward or silent moment, fill it with a kiss. It makes everything better.
10. Interupting. You can do it all you want, just know that one day it will come back to bite you in the butt.
11. Giving roses out roses is a must. If you had a good date, thank them with a rose, they will really like it. (If you are a girl giving roses to a guy, practice pinning those suckers to a shirt)
12. Crying and making a scene are sure ways to get attention. It is a high risk, high reward behavior. Sometimes it works in your favor, other times, it scare the person away, and you look like a fool.
13. When you finally have it narrowed down between two people, and you are about to propose to one, and dump the other, tears will definitely come. Let them out. And if you cry over a balcony of some sort, not only will you feel better, but the cameras love it.
14. Cameras are everywhere. It is impossible to have a conversation or a kiss without one being there to capture the entire thing.
15. You will be really happy for a few months after proposing and getting engaged, but more than likely it will end. Prepare yourself for that day.

If you keep all the things in this list in mind as you are dating, you will go far.

It could only happen to me.

Last night, I accidentally cut myself. Not on any of the things you could normally give yourself a cut with. It wasn't a knife or a piece of paper, it was a string, and not even a string really. More like a tiny piece of thread. I am that talented.
P.S. I am so grateful for my brother Kason. He can make me smile and laugh, even when I may not feel like doing those things. Being with him almost always brightens my mood, and makes me a happier person. So thank you Kason for your stories, even if they are a little twisted for a three year old.

Let's just say...

Let's just say I haven't had the best week.
Let's just say I have cried more than usual.
Let's just say I really need to talk to someone, but i don't know who.
Let's just say I have done a  lot of thinking.
Let's just say I have watched more movies than I can count.
Let's just say I have spent a lot of time alone.
Let's just say I Christ has helped me feel better.
Let's just say I am ready for a new week.
Let's just say I hope things will be better.

Just call me Anti-social

My plans this weekend? Nothing. It's not that i dont think I will be asked to do anything. No. Nothing is really more of a choice. Right now, most people kind of bother me. I don't know why, and I don't know how long this phase is going to last, but while it does, I would much rather be around the fictional characters that live in books, and on the tv screen, than any on the real life characters I know.
Now don't take this the wrong way. I pretty much love all the people I know. I just don't want to be around anyone for at least a day or two. Talk to me next week, and maybe I will feel different, but for now, I will just stick with anti-sociality.

Sorry Eunice, you got it wrong.

I hope you have all seen the movie She's the Man. If not, you probably live in a cave and need to get a life. Well, in the movie, Eunice says that soccer is the world's favorite sport. That is FALSE. As I discovered tonight, wrestling is actually the world's favorite sport, or at least it should be.
It was my very first time, me and Haley pretended to be Mia Maids, which we already act like, so it wasn't really a stretch. We sat in the stands and proceeded to watch all of JV. Don't worry, we cheered for Ty like it was nobody's business. We creamed them by the way. It was like 60 to 6, maybe even more.
Then we decided that we had to stay for at least some of varsity, even though it would mean being late to our own young women's activity. It was worth it. One kid from PG took down a knight in like two seconds flat. He just picked him up and threw him on the floor, like he didn't weigh more than a small child. He is my hero.
So basically me and Haley are obsessed with wrestling now, and we plan to go to pretty much every meet from here on out.
If you have never been to one, go.

ACT prep

We are supposed to be learning math in the prep class, which we kinda do. But mostly we just laugh at KP's sweaty lip, well that and some other things, but mostly we just laugh. And then we are told to shut up. It is like being back in algebra 2 again.
Oh, and tonight I am going to my first wrestling meet, with Haley Madison. It is safe to say I am totally stoked. Most of my friends think I am crazy for wanting to go so badly, but I promise, I am perfectly sane. It will be legend...wait for it...dary.

That special time.

Today in seminary we talked about periods. It was obviously hilarious. Enough said.

A letter to a friend

Dear Cam,
If you were to come back from Mexico, here are somethings you would probably find out:

1. Erin sits next to Tyler in seminary.
2. You are in Fossum's class.
3. I am in Whimpey's, with guess who? Mckay. So once again,  you are all alone. I'm sorry, I was praying for you.
4. The girl that we asked about non-cystic fibrosis, the one who's blog you told me you kinda stalk, and that I now read, is in my seminary class too. And I felt a little creepy, but I kinda liked it.
5. El Diablo is still here, as terrible as ever.
6. The HOSA fees are due Friday. Me and Mad are going to talk to him to find out if he will let you pay once you get back, because you have to go.
7. We are already planning on going to the space center again. Probably in two weeks. You can be head of security if you want.
8. It snowed.
9. I bought Lets go to the mall on itunes, and I listen to it more than i should.
10. There is no longer a need for our intervention for Haley. She has moved up, she could still probably go more, but small steps. I am kind of disappointed, I was looking forward to it.

So there are some things. I really wish  you would come back, because when I have an even slightly mean thought, you are really the only one I can say it out loud too, everyone else looks at me like I am a terrible person. But I know that you get it. So hurry home, because I want my present.
Love,
Your Besty,
Me.

I cried me a river.

Last night I spent a good hour and a half bawling my eyes out. Not because anything tragic and terrible happened to me. No, I cried because of a book.
Now I have only cried in one movie, in my entire life. Charly, and come on, who doesn't cry in that. I have cried in a few books before, but not many. I prefer to save my tears for things that actually happen to me, no matter how stupid those things may be.
I had no control over my tear ducts when I was reading this book. It is called Angela's Ashes, and during the chapter I read last night, there was a death every few pages. And these deaths were worse then just normal deaths, they were the deaths of young children. That fact alone is enough to send me into a frenzy of tears from which i cannot return. Anything involving the pain and hardships of little children can do that too me. It probably stems from the fact that I have younger brothers and sisters, so whenever I see sad things happening to annonymous children, in my mind, I see it happening to them, which is way to much to handle.
Reading that chapter, and the whole book for that matter, compounded all the things I am thankful for. I am so grateful that I didn't grow up in a time and place where deaths were common, and unemployment was abounding. I am grateful that I have parents who would do anything for me and my siblings, and that I have the gospel of Christ in my life.
If you are ever feeling down and depressed about your life, please read Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt, it will make you realize how good you really have it.

I may have a problem...

It is time for me to admit is, I am addicted, to reality television. I know, it is so stupid, and has nothing to do with actual reality, but I am hooked, and I am not ashamed.
My biggest addiction at the moment is probably the bachelor. Something about seeing twenty or so desperate females, falling over themselves to get the attention of one awkward, good looking male, makes me happy. It is pathetic, and I find it so sad that I can get so much entertainment out of seeing people make such fools of themselvt\es.
I hope that Utah's very own Michelle Money wins. Not because I like her, but because she is psychotic, and therefore everything a contestant on the bachelor should be. Let's face it, without the Michelles of the world, the show really wouldnt be worth watching.
.

If you don't watch this show, you really should. There is no better way to spend two hours of your Monday night. Trust me, you will not regret it.

I have a dream...

We all know that Martin Luther King, Jr. had a dream, to make the world equal. to give everyone the same fundamental rights. Not only did he accomplish this, but he also was awarded a holiday named after him. Not just any holiday, a monday holiday, which means no school. I think I can speak for every teenager, when I say thank you, we really needed a break. So enjoy having no school today, because it starts back up tomorrow.

Let's talk about gratitude.

The common thing throughout church this morning was gratitude so I decided that I should say what I am grateful for.
I am grateful for:

• My Heavenly Father, and His son Jesus Christ
• The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints
• President Thomas S. Monson, and the other General Authorities
• My amazing YW leaders, especially Nancy Kelley and Emily Dunford
• The scriptures
• My family
• Good friends
• Books, especially when they are new, and all mine
• The smell of the laundry detergent isles
• The space center
• 4.0
• That a new sememster is starting
• Cookie dough, cookie dough ice cream, cookie dough cupcakes, cookie dough anything
• Kason's high squeaky voice
• Kole's "shluffy" hair
• My home
• Jeans
• Cosco socks
• My worn down Wal-mart shoes
• Little Beehives
• My testimony
• The fact that I live in Utah
• Baggy sweatshirt, and hoodless sweaters
• My dad's three jobs
• Heaters in the winter
• Air conditioning in summer
• The mountains
• How I Met Your Mother
• Entertaining reality TV shows
• Musicals

There are so many more things that I am thankful for, but I don't think there is enough room to write them all, so for now, this list will have to do.

I felt like a five-year-old

Today I made a blog. But before that, I went to a place that brought me back to my younger, simpler years. Today, I went to the space center, at Central Elementary. It was Sadie's birthday a few weeks ago, and being her brillant self, she decided to have her party at the space center. It was wonderful. We were the oldest people there by at least four or five years, but did we feel weird about that? No. 
The kid in charge of our mission, was our age, went to our school, and had been in some of our classes. But did he treat us like the sixteen and seventeen year olds we are? No, no he did not. He made us all go to the bathroom, and made a point of telling us to wash our hands. The whole time I am feeling extremely wierd that a boy my own age is instructing me to go potty. I am a big girl, I know when my bladder needs relieving, and I don't appreciate being told when to go.
Then, he had us line up against a wall. Can you get more elementary than that?
Finally it was time. It was time to enter into space. I was communications. I talked with other ships, and intercepted alien messages. Without me, and the important information I collected, we probably would have died. When the aliens tried to come aboard our ship, we started screaming so loud, I am suprised no one called 911. I bet the people running the mission got a kick out of us. Eight teenage girls acting like five year olds who just got their toy taken away.
So all in all, it was probably the funnest day I have had in a long time, and plans have already been made to go again. The space center had better prepare.