Jake and I went on our date. We rode longboards to get Aggie Ice Cream. Then watched Footloose.. Or, most of it. We got bored. Then we went night boarding. It was jolly good fun. After that, we talked and talked and talked. It really was a fun date.
And now, here I am, sitting in Jake's room, skipping Institute.
I met someone named Jake. He's cleaning his ears right now.
I walked up to Jake one day and said "I need to make an appointment with the Bishop." (because he's who you talk to to do that sort of thing) and he said "Of course you do.." I then said "What's that supposed to mean?!" "Well," he said "that's the only reason people come up to me." THAT made me feel sad. So I then said "Well my friend, I also came over here to ask you on a date!"
Now, here are the rules:: The girl asks, then the girl buys and plans and does everything.
SO THERE I WAS, going crazy cause I couldn't think of anything to do...
I'm supposed to be studying for a test. But I'm not. And you know why? Because blogging is addictive. I'm blogging and studying now. Multi-tasking. Boom.
So I met this boy. He's so funny, and nice. And from the moment I met him I knew we would be best friends. His name is Brock. And we met in church.
He was leading the music in sacrament meeting and we kept making awkward eye contact. But not just a few times. A lot of times. Like, a lot. And after a while, we just started acting like bet friends when we made awkward eye contact, motioning to each other and waving and smiling. Finally, after the meeting, we went up to each other and introduced ourselves.
Brock has brown hair, and a purple tie. He's hilarious and makes me laugh. He has to go through things, just like everyone else. Brock is a person. Just like me.
So me and my friend here are trying to do homework, but it's not working. Why, you ask? Because we're to busy MAKING OUT. Ahahaha just kidding. If we were making out, I wouldn't be blogging. You know that's right ladies, he is SINGLE. Single and ready to mingle. But not for long. This bad boy isn't gonna be available for long so ACT NOW.
As many of you know, I collect dinosaurs. I have lots. And you wanna know something else? I LOVE THEM ALL. There's Gerry, Bruce, Tom, Rexy, and aaalll the other ones.
What's that? You want to see my latest purchase??
Well, here it is. A mug. That changes. Into fossils. When something hot is put in it. So here it is. Half fossilized.
Everyone has something. The something that holds you back. The thing that pops into your head when someone asks you something along the lines of "What's something you've never told anyone before?"
But, no matter what, everyone has one.
We all go through pain. Long term, short term, physical, emotional, whatever it is we all go through something.
We might think "Why me?" "How come no one else has to go through this?" or something like that. We might get mad. Yell, scream, blame God. I have to admit, it's pretty easy doing that, blaming God. But eventually you get over it.
There was a boy in my school who didn't, though. He never got over his something. His name was Josh. Josh was a junior at American Fork High School, a loved kid, and he killed himself.
Now doesn't that just suck? Sucks for him, his family, the school, me, you, everyone was effected by that. I was looking through his yearbook that everyone could sign at the end of the year for his parents, and I saw many confessions of suicide attempts and depressed thoughts.
Through one death, multiple others were saved.
So attach meaning to your pain. Through Josh's pain, he saved so many other people from feeling the same pain.
Would you like to know my schedule?
Well. Today, when I get home, I'm going to hang out with Kam and we're going to make lasagna. Then Tomorrow I get to see Josh! I think I might be most excited about that one, I haven't seen him in SUCH a long time. Then, on Saturday, I get to see Paul! And on sunday we go home to Logan. And, even better, I get to do all of this with Jessica!
So, party. It's gonna be SO much fun.
Now. Let's talk about Jessica for a minute. Jessica is my best friend. I love her. She understands me. She gets my craziness. She's just awesome. And basically, she's my favorite person ever. That's all.
Tie-dye. Sweater vests. And Pink dresses worn as shirts.
This is a weird world we live in. A weird world.
I've been thinking about this lately. What kind of world would we live in if "weird" didn't exist? But, think for a second, what kind of world would we live in if everything was "weird" and nothing was normal? Now, I know what you're thinking. There needs be opposition in all things.. But just think about it for a minute. I mean, everything we do is weird. We take really really hot sticks and make our hair straight with them. We pick at tight strings that are attached to oddly shaped wooden bowls to make music. We so all of these weird things because society tells us it's what we need to do to be normal.
But what is "normal" to you? To a sister, a brother? A mother, a father? A friend, a stranger, a neighbor?
Nothing in normal, nothing is simple, nothing is boring.
I found my latest obsession. The Taj Mahal Trio.
The Taj Mahal Trio, complete with 71 year old lead guitar-vocalist, is a Rhythm and Blues band that plays all over the United States and is currently on tour.
Look them up.
Okay. Here's the plan. I'm going to keep my hair how it is right now. Then, I'm going to get married. After I get married, I'm going to have dreads. Once I've had dreads for a while, I'm going to shave my head, because that's the only way to get rid of them. Then after I shave them, I'll grow out my hair a little, into a pixie cut, and then have my kids!
Isn't that, like, the perfect plan? IT IS!
I'm going to put string and beads in it, and it's going to be freaking awesome. The two pictures are the type of dreads I want. Loose, messy, and AWESOME! And I'm going to maybe color the ends red or something. I don't know yet. I haven't decided.. But I have a while to to think about it!
Tell me what you think.
I'm going home this weekend. It's USU's fall break. And what does that mean, you ask? PAARRTTAAYYY.
Aaahaha Just Kidding. I don't party. I eat and watch Netflix.
So I'm sitting here in class, super bored, and I've only been in here for 3 minutes. Oh look, 4. And, what, you may ask, is this amazing and exciting class I'm in? It's called Human Development. And I need to take it for my major. What's that? You want to see who I'm sitting by? Well, that may be hard, because I'm sitting in the single rows, so there is no one next to me. But there's someone behind me! Let's see..
Why is it that we, as a people, feel the need to be perfect? I don't know either. I guess it's just what we expect as humans. We see so many people that we think are these perfect beings that have nothing wrong with them. They do have problems though, but they hide them from the world because if it was apparent, society would tear them apart. And why is that? I have no idea. Maybe because we want a vision of a perfect person to strive to be.
But perfect is impossible.
Perfect is boring.
Perfect is fake.
Manicotti. Doesn't that word just give you chills?
Now that we've got that out of the way, how are you? I'm wearing yoga pants. It feels like I have no pants on. It's GREAT. I now understand why people wear these things all the time. Never judge something until you try it.
Which reminds me.
I got my Pterodactyl pillow pet in the mail!
I'm not totally sure how those two things relate.. But..
WAIT! THEY ARE BOTH GREAT THINGS!
What the crap. What. The. Crap.
Some people really make me mad. No, you can't slap my hand like that. No, you can't ignore me like that. No, you can't talk to me that way. No, you can't treat me like that. I'm not your freaking slave. I'm not someone you can boss around. I'm my own person. I'm a strong person who you can't control like that.
Now, if I could only say this out loud.
I don't wanna be in love!
Depending on someone sucks. Telling people your secrets, letting them in, it all sucks. Everybody! Put up your hands! Raise your voice, make them hear you. Tell them you're hurting! Don't hide it anymore! I'm so over this!
And you know what else? I'm done. I'm done dealing with people. I'm done with taking people's crap. I'm not a bad person, am I? I hope not.
Anywho. Yeah. I'm done taking crap. I'm done talking about my feelings. I'm just done. I'm so done.
Now who's with me?
I think Addison was my first real crush.
I had a boyfriend before him, but the thing was that he liked me, so I felt like I had to like him. So I don't count that as a crush.
I met Addison my first year of EFY. He was my C.O.W. (Crush Of the Week). During free time, I got locked out of my building. I saw him come around the corner and couldn't help but smile. He probably doesn't remember this, but he held me close. He grabbed me from behind, and whispered in my ear how much he liked me. He was the first boy to ever hold me, to ever whisper to me, to ever be that cute.
At the end of the week, he went back to Washington, I went back to Cedar Hills, and we parted ways. We stayed friends for a long time. A long, long time. But we slowly started falling away from each other. We talk every once in a while, and I find that I still miss him. I'm talking to him right now.
I'm sick of loosing friends.
I sit there and wonder why. But I can never figure it out.
I mean, I know some reasons. But what's the big one? There has to be one big reason why people turn on me and use things against me.
And people wonder why I don't trust people.
I'm sick and tired of it.
So I'm single again. I love being single. It's awesome, I feel so freeeee!!:)
But anyway. I'm going to a party tonight with my friend Michelle.
In other news, I teach my irish dance class today! I LOVE it so much!!
You know what makes me mad?
When people tell me a lie, and I know the truth FOR A FACT. But they don't know that. So they are sitting there trying to come up with some dumb A excuse, while I just think about how big of an idiot they are.
How stupid can someone be when they're lying?
"I was walking my cat, I mean dog, I mean cat..." -Or was it your flying dragon?
"She was totally coming on to me! Like, she's crazy!" -She hasn't even had her first kiss
"Why? Because! Just because! And... Yeah!" -Oh yeah? Is that so? Please, tell me more.
Sometimes, feelings are hurt.
And other times, people are total jerks and it pisses me off.
You know, you don't realize how easy it would be to replace you. All of you. And seriously, it's pretty simple. You're a jerk, you get dumped off the side of a cliff.
Man, if only I had the guts to actually go and tell you guys. But alas, I'm too worried about your stupid feelings. But are you worried about mine? No. You're only worried about.. Well.. Nothing. Because you have it easy. So easy, and you don't really realize how hard mine is at times.
I mean, everyone has their hard times. Everyone goes through things. Sucky things, awesome things. Just things. But I'm currently going through a sucky thing, and you're making it even suckier.
Please, I just need this one favor.
2. Long sleeve shirts.
4. My Blog.
5. My Laptop.
6. Dinosaur pillow pets.
7. Dinosaur pillow pet night lights.
9. Fake nails for scratching.
10. Smooth legs.
12. Long forks.
13. Deep spoons.
14. Little kitties.
16. My puppy T.
17.My doggy Motzy.
18. The number 11.
19. All Alone by Fun
20. Tonight Tonight by Hot Chelle Rae
21. Short shorts.
23. My mom.
27. Dumb jokes.
29. Organized lists
30. Stamp edges, they are just so wavey.
33. The number 3.
34. My roommate.
35. Skinny jeans.
37. Thumb holes.
39. Spicy food.
40. My red hair.
41. Britney Spears.
42. Black nail polish.
43. Snicker doodles.
44. Coloring books.
45. V-neck T-shirts.
46. The different ways to write 4.
48. They way you write 8, like a snowman.
51. Sliced cheese.
52. Little circles.
53. Clean water that doesn't taste like chlorine.
54. Memory foam.
57. Sierra Mist.
58. My dad.
66. Sunday dinner.
67. Card tricks.
69. Dirty jokes.
73. CTR rings.
75. Cookie dough.
76. Indoor pluming.
77. Toilet paper.
78. My sister-in-law.
79. My brother-in-law.
80. My sisters music.
82. Big glasses.
84. Even numbers.
85. Natural curls.
86. The color yellow.
90. The sound keys make on the keyboard.
91. Toe rings.
93. The Life of Pi.
94. Movies that were books first.
97. That ringing sound glass glasses make when you rub the top of them.
99. Markers and pens.
Today is gonna be a good day. I'm going to place a bid on a backpack on ebay, I'm eating Nutella, and... Well, that's it! I'm sitting here eating Nutella and blogging. It's a good combo. The only bad thing is that I have class at 10:30.. But that's okay, because there's a couple in my class with two little baby boys who I play with. Basically, it's still gonna be a good day. The only thing that could make it better is if I was listening to Lana Del Rey.. Wait.. I am! Man, could this day get any better?
There's a big bug in my room. I'm watching The Little Mermaid. And I'm blogging.
It's been an emotional day.
I have a test next week, and I had a test yesterday. I'm hoping that I passed, a C is all I'm hoping for. Do I dare to hope for a C+? I don't know. I just don't know.