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.