Piano and Polish

I ended up painting my nails black and white. Well, the sparkly black I have. And the pink-ish white I have.

Did I tell you I'm learning The Mess I Made by Parachute on the piano? I think I did.. But I'm going to tell you again... I'm learning The Mess I Made by Parachute on the piano. It's sort of a big deal. I'm going home tomorrow night, and I am going to play it on the nice grand piano we have. It's gonna sound awesome.

So I wanna do another layer of polish on my nails. But if I do that, I will have to keep my fingers really, really still until, like, tomorrow. Cause they're still at that point that they're sorta, like, tender, but not wet. It's all confusing. All you people who are into nail polish know what I'm talking about.

I love playing the piano. I love having people be impressed with my skills. I say skills, but really I mean the very few songs I can play. I guess a little more than a few. But whatever. I want to be a pro. But I probably will never be. But I like plucking along, and making up my own little songs. Never really finishing them... That's okay.

The fire alarm just went off, so that's pretty exciting. FREAKING PISS. But now my nails are pretty much dry. So.. I'm gonna do another layer. Yolo.

I want to go play the piano. But it's after 10, so I can't. I just want to play the piano all the time. It makes me so happy when I find something that sounds good. And I love learning new songs and playing them. I know I bug everybody, but I just love it.

I'm iffy on if I should paint another layer on my fingers. Cause I'm risking them getting messed up when I go to bed. And if they do that I'm gonna have to take off all of my polish and start again. And that's just annoying. I'm very particular about my nails. I'm always biting them and trying to get them to look awesome. It's a real problem. I might even have something wrong with me, because I'm so obsessed with my nails.

I have a big list in my phone of songs that I want to learn on the piano or ukulele. I learned Get Out by Casey Abrams on the ukulele yesterday. So that's pretty exciting. But I just have so many I wanna learn!!

SIDE NOTE:: I don't know what to wear tomorrow. My wolf shirt, or my tiger shirt. Cast your votes.
I really wanna go get my nails done. Acrylic nails. That would be AWESOME. Too bad I don't have, like, 30 bucks to go get them done.

I was thinking about writing a song for my grampa on the piano. But I don't know.. I just feel like I'm not good enough at song writing yet. And I don't want it to be a crappy song. Cause my grampa isn't crappy. He's awesome. So I wanna write an awesome song for him.

Okay. I'm going to do it. I'm going to paint another layer on my nails. I'm gonna do it... In just a minute...

I love the sound of the piano. Josh, my best friend, is a pro at the piano. Like, seriously, he is so good. So good. He wrote a song one time, and he recorded it for me and put it on a CD for me and gave it to me for my birthday. That was a good day.

Okay I re-did the black paint on my right hand. And that's probably the hardest part, cause I had to do it with my left hand, and the struggle is real people. It smeared a lot.. But that's what Q-tips and nail polish remover is for!!

I remember on the movie Princess Diaries, the kid who plays the piano in the band at the beginning puts m&m's on the keys and eats them as he plays (did that make any sense?). I thought that was so cool.

Oh no! I missed a little spot on my nail! ...... Don't worry, I just fixed it.

I'm thinking about learning the song Come Home by One Republic on the piano. But I gotta just focus on one song at a time... But it's just so much fun!! And this song is pretty much all piano. And a little violin.. But that don't matta.

Okay I just did another layer on my left hand, which was significantly easier because I'm right handed. But just the black. I'm gonna do the white in a little bit. Hashtag painting nails and blogging in real time.

Nail Polish

I have too many colors.

I'm not the kind of girl that would normally be in to painting nails and stuff.
But lately I've gotten way into it.

I LOVE PAINTING NAILS.

Oh my gosh. I will paint your nails ANY DAY.

But the thing is, I don't know what color to paint my nails.

Side note:: Look up This Song. And This One.

So what color? Please, cast your votes.
Black. White. Dark Red. Shimmery pink-ish. Salmon. Blue-ish Purple.

Also, guess what? I worked Pasta Line today at The Junc. It was AWESOME. Except I sucked. But other than that, it was awesome!

So I'm feeling pretty confident in what I'm going to say at the funeral.

I'm thinking black, then they'll match my toes.

An Off Day

I'm having an off day.

Everything seems to be crashing down on top of me.

Also, it's snowing.

My grampa's funeral is on Wednesday. I think I finished writing what I'm going to say. But I don't know for sure.

Crap. I have homework. And 2 tests.

Awesome.

Okay Sierra, list some happy things.

Happy Things::

1. I got a ride to church.

2. Maddi slept over last night.

3. Ryan is coming.

4. I have a cookie.

5. I'm listening to some rad music.

6. I'm blogging.

7. I have an awesome quilt.

8. I'm painting my nails.

9. The sound of the keys on my keyboard.

10. I thought of happy stuff.

So today I went to church and during sacrament meeting I heard a bunch of talks about The Atonement. And you know what? The church is an amazing thing.

Jesus has felt what I'm feeling right now. I'm never alone with that kind of thing. I'm never alone, period. Christ has felt all of my sorrows, all of my griefs, all of my pains.

Ready, Set, POST

Okay, I love my blog.
That is all.
Also, I love chapstick.
That is all.

It is currently 11:57 PM. Considering I went to bed last night at 6 AM only to wake up at 10 PM, I should probably go to bed..


YOLO.




I met two boys at PoBev tonight. Cole and Ian. They performed, then came and sat by my group of friends. I freaked out, and went over to talk to them, cause they were just so good and I wanted to tell them that I was their number one fan. So I did. And it was awesome. And now I have two new best friends. The end.

Also, PoBev was awesome.

Problem

So.. I think I like this guy...


IN OTHER NEWS LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT IT.


Okay, okay, you got me. I DO wanna talk about it.

His name? You want to know his name?
Well....
TOO BAD.

Anyways.
Fun Fact:: Anyways is not a word, Anyway is.. Have I told you that before?
Anyway.

So this guy.. He's... Awesome.
What's that? You wanna know a little bit about him?
Okay.

He doesn't have a favorite color. - How cool is that? I'll tell you, super cool! But also a little cray cray.
He has the best smile. - Like, I wanna cry. Actually, not really, why would you cry because of that? You wouldn't.
He is funny. - Funny lookin'!! No, I'm just kidding, he's really attractive. And funny. He makes me laugh.

So there you go. Some stuff about him.
Also, he called Dibs on me. And I respect that.
Also, he reads my blog, so I know he'll read this, but I don't know if he'll know it's about him..
Also, that is all.


So GUESS WHAT.
I'm learning more songs on the piano. Currently, I'm learning The Mess I've Made by Parachute.
I sorta heart that song.
Hashtag awesome song.

Okay Bye.

Poop.

Here's the thing.
I feel like a FATTY.
That is all.

Here is a story.

Once upon a time I want to sell my Oak Ridge Summer Lease. I want to live in Old Farm over the summer, instead of Oak Ridge. Yeah, Oak Ridge has a pool. But if we live there we'll be homeless for two weeks! But we can't live at my house, cause we will all have jobs. But if we live in Old Farm over the summer, we are living there over the school year, we won't be homeless! The end.

So here it is.
I am selling 3 contracts to Oak Ridge for over the summer, $750 for the whole summer. Free laundry, pool, hot tub, single rooms, utilities included.



IN OTHER NEWS I NOW KNOW HOW TO SAY ELDER DENNIE'S NAME!!
Najee' Najee' Najee'
Can I get a Woot Woot?

Also, the funeral is on Wednesday, and I'm still working on my talk. I'll keep you posted.

Our Conversation

How can I help?
Tell me a story.
Okay. Once upon a time..
There was a boy
Named. What should his name be?
Cecil.
No, my car is named that
Wait. Really?
Yeah
Why is your car named Cecil?

Short for:: Check Engine Soon Light. Cause it's so broken and that light comes on all the time

That's clever.
His name will be Clevar
Deal.
Okay. So. Clevar.
Yes. Tell me about him.
His favorite color is blue. He likes spaghetti without meatballs. And also loves to eat with chopsticks
Fabulous.
And likes banana chocolate chip cookies.
And he cried himself to sleep. A lot. It was because he was in love with another boy. Named germ
I see.
But Clevar's parents found out. And they yelled, and threw things. They moved Clevar to a home for specials. And when he came back to his house, Germ was gone. And suddenly, in a blink of an eye, Clevar had a girlfriend names jewel. And they had three kids. And all was great. Until Clevar fell in love with Nate. (Rhyme). Here's another story::
Once upon a time. There was a girl named.. What should her name be?
Molly
Molly was a great girl. She loved to laugh. She loved to dance. She loved to meet new people. She was a good influence. One day, she got a boyfriend. Named Jonny. Jonny Raped Molly. Molly no longer danced or met new people or laughed. She only cried and shivered. Until one day, Jonny was dead. Because Molly was a angry, and she grabbed a stone. And she followed through with her plan.
Here's another story::
Molly and Clevar were siblings. They both loved to dance. But when they started their lives, they learned how to walk. One step. Then another Another and another, until they were dragged in by the neck.
But it ends happy::
Clevar moved away, and married a man. And Molly was gone, she ran and she ran. They both moved away, from that treacherous house. And one day, somehow, they made it alive.

I don't know why.

Chapstick

So me and Maddi went to Midnight Meal and got food.

If there is one thing I've learned in college, it's this::
Out of all the Midnight Meals, there are two you should never go to. Wings (NEVER) and Grill. Tonight was Grill.


So I am just a little bit addicted to chapstick. It's sort of a real problem.
Once, I tried to stop using it and not be addicted to it anymore, and I got SUPER BAD chapped lips. Like, it was bad. Like, bad. Like, oh my gosh. It was bad. I could barely move my lips. It was bad. Like, bad.
And because of that awful experience, I have never tried to stop again.
But listen.
I have a cut on my lip. And it hurts. And I feel like it's cause I didn't put on enough chapstick.
SO I'M GOING TO LATHER IT ON!

So... There was no point to this post...

That is all.

I'm Sort of Seeing Someone

Okay, before all you attractive men that read my blog go and cry cause I'm taken (assuming you read the title of this post) I'm NOT seeing someone. Not even sort of! I think I love being single too much.. It's a problem. But not really.

So I was hanging out with Brad** and we were chilling for a few minutes before he had to go. Now, me and Brad are pretty good friends, so I pointed to my cheek and asked for a kiss like I do. He said no. And I got sad. I asked why and slowly, he told me "... I'm sorta seeing someone.." like he was embarrassed. It was a tad funny, cause he was so shy about it. But then he looked all sad. I asked who and he said "Darla." AND I FREAKED OUT! OH MY GOSH BRAD AND DARLA ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER! But here's the thing. Now I have no one to kiss my cheek. So that's a problem.

**Names changed to keep privacy private.

So there you are. My story of the day.

Also, I had my first day of work today (not including my training on monday), and it was super fun.

Also, I met a guy named Edward.

Also, that is all.

So.... That Happened.

My Grampa O. passed away yesterday. He's awesome. I'm so glad he's with his wife now. But I miss him.


I was just asked on a date. By Ryan. He's cute. And Jessica's brother. Anyway.

The Junc

Okay.... Did you all know that I got a job at The Junc? Well... I GOT A JOB AT THE JUNC!!! I think you knew that. But today is my training day, and I go in in 32 minutes.
I'M SO EXCITED!!

But I'm nervous too.

I have had countless dreams of the same situation::
I have work, and I either forget or somehow can't get there. Then, when I finally do end up showing up, I get yelled at and fired.
And, I know, it doesn't sound that bad. BUT IT'S HORRIFYING.
And so yeah. I'm scared. But super excited. But freaking out. But yeah.

In other news, I ate lunch with Abby today!
Abby is SOOO cool! The first day we met, guess what she said to me? Go on, take a guess...
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-Side Story:: My sister went to Disney Land with a group of friends, and one of their friends had never been. So they're in California Adventure and they were walking along, and her friend Chelan was saying "Cinderella!" and stuff naming all of the things that were in DisneyLand and were on the wall in California Adventure (the billboard things, like the one to the left). And so the friend who had never been says "Shamu!" cause, there was a picture of the whale. And Chelan turns to her and yells "WRONG!" The end.-


She told me she was my biggest fan!

I HAVE FANS PEOPLE!

Let me tell you the story behind this::

Arts week came to USU and when it did, we had two PoBevs. One normal one, and one special one for art week. And the one for arts week was, like, tiny. Had about 20 people there. And no one was doing anything. So I went up and recited a poem. And I guess Abby was there! And she heard me! And now she's my biggest fan!
Then, she invited me to a dance party, which I went to, and it was AWESOME. [The space between the A and W is big and I don't like it..]

So, I ate lunch with her.
And it was awesome.

19 MINUTES TILL I GO TO WORK! AAAHHHHHH

Story Time:: My Foot

So I was with EmmaLee. Emma. Lee.
Yes.
Anyway.
I was making myself mac n cheese. Because.. Well... I love mac n cheese. But that's beside the point.
But, just sayin, I love mac n cheese.
So I was sitting there all curled up on the stool, when I looked down at my left foot, counted my five toes, and screamed, "WHERE DID MY OTHER TOE GO?! I DON'T HAVE FIVE ANYMORE!!"
I don't know why I thought I was missing a toe. And I don't know why I thought it would have just hopped off and ran away. But that's what I thought.
Because I'm crazy.

IN OTHER NEWS

Elder Dennie is reading my blog. Hopefully he reads this one too because...

ELDER DENNIE WILL YOU GO ON A DATE WITH ME?

... Please?

Ha.

Closure?
You call THAT closure?
Are you frickin kidding me? You're serious? You think that was closure?

That was NOT closure.

This is closure.




We are no longer friends.

You Awake?

Those two words.
Said with such innocents.
Such sadness.
Such loneliness.

Sometimes you just need someone to talk to.
Other times you just need to punch something really hard and make your hand bleed.

Right now, I just need to talk to someone.


On to happier subjects!


Tomorrow is Josh's farewell. For those of you who don't know Josh, he is my best friend.
He's going to Fiji.

Me and Josh go way back. Back to, like, my really ugly jr. high days.. I mean, it was bad.
Anyways.
We went to Lake Powell together. And, I mean, we went every year together for like... 5 years in a row. But then his family decided to go to DisneyLand instead of Lake Powell, and haven't come sense that. It's been about 3 years.
Me and Josh.. We are pretty much the coolest people you'll ever meet.

And he's going on a mission! TO FIJI!! How cool!

See you in two buddy.

BECAUSE I'M HAPPYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Here's a happy blog post for all of you out there.

SHOUT OUT TO YOU.

Loss

GET READY FOR AN EMOTIONAL BLOG POST THAT YOU CAN TOTALLY MAKE FUN OF FOR BEING TOO DRAMATIC.
Are you ready?
Here we go.


I lost a best friend that day.
I feel like I've lost a lot of best friends.
I don't know why.
The only thing I can see that connects them is me.
So it must be me that's the problem, right?

Well. I know people are just gonna sit here and think that I'm freaking annoying and just trying to get attention and that I'm throwing myself a pity party.
But I'm not.

BUT GUESS WHAT IT DOESN'T MATTER IF I AM CAUSE THIS IS MY BLOG AND I CAN DO WHAT I WANT.

Anyway. Even though so many people have left me, I still bring people in so.. Fast. I call everyone my best friend.
And it's a real problem.
Cause I trust them. Not with my secrets, but with my emotions and feelings.
And then, I get hurt.

I should really stop doing that.

Mah Book

So I'm writing a book about my life. But I don't know what kind of style I should put it in. I am currently reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower (I finished The Program... SO GOOD), and I really like the style of it. I like how he's, like, talking to the audience, the reader.
That's what I want to do,
But I don't know how to go about it...
You know?

So here I am, not even written the first two pages, and I'm already stuck.

HELP ME.

I'm even sitting at my desk. I mean, it's gettin' cray cray in hur.

Sick

I think I'm sick. I slept through two of my classes already, and I'm debating on sleeping through my last one. I just don't feel good at all.

I ended up going to class.

So I'm reading this book Golden gave me, and it's freaking awesome. It's called "The Program" and it is SO GOOD.

I started it yesterday.

There's a second one.








NBD but I need to read it.








It's called The Treatment, and I need to find it!

37%

I have been thinking a lot about Math 1010.
I currently have 37% in that class.
I need to drop it.

So yesterday, I went in to the academic advisors offices to talk to my advisor, Shannon. But she was not there. So I met with Stephanie instead.
But, Stephanie said I couldn't drop the class.

So, basically, I'm screwed over.

Also, I'm falling asleep in class.
But I went to bed at, like, 11. And I caught up on all my sleep over Spring Break.
What the heck.

Also, again, I want to paint or something like that.


BRB


Okay... Guess what....
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No Big Deal but IT'S A HUGE DEAL.

I'm so freaking excited! Oh my gosh! I'm going to be working at the Junc.
Can I get a Woot Woot??
My training is on Monday, and then I can start taking people's shifts and stuff. Then I start working in the summer. Lindsey (my new boss[!]) said the summer is crazy. And that after the summer, I'll feel like I can do anything. And she also said I can probably work during the school year.. I'M SO EXCITED. Oh my gosh!

My Dad is Cool

Also, I'm Hungry.
Also, I feel sick.
Also, I'm freaking out a little bit.

I'm thinking about changing my major to Art Therapy.

So, next year, fall semester, I am going to be living in Reeder Hall. Or Old Farm. Either one. Personally, I want to live in Old Farm. It's bigger, has a dishwasher, two bathrooms, and free parking. The only thing is it's off campus to laundry will cost about a dollar, and it's off campus. So basically, my friends don't wanna live there. Even though it's freaking close to campus. Like, I'm talking 2 blocks away.
I'm just a little worried about living in Reeder cause it's so small. But my friends really wanna live there. So. Yeah.

I'm going back to USU tomorrow, and then I will have an interview with Lindsey to see if I can work at The Junc.
OH MY GOSH IT WOULD BE SO MUCH FUN TO WORK AT THE JUNC.

In other news, I'm thinking of going on a cruise with my friend Jennii.
AAAHHHHHHHHHH.

Do You Have a Cold?

Get ready to laugh... You ready..?
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I'm gonna be a stripper.

Here's the thing.

I am a very poor college student who, currently, does not have a job.

And so, I have decided to be a stripper! Can I get a Woot Woot??
Oh yeah, that's what I thought.

But you see, there are only two problems with that...
1. I like my clothes.
2. I don't wanna be a stripper.

#Inspiration

On the Hunt

I need a job.

Everything is Okay!

Alright.
Let's talk about marriage again.
Cause I'M FREAKING OUT.
Another girl my age just got engaged.

PISS.

I feel like I don't want to get married for a while. Because I'm only 18 and that's crazy talk. But a ton of my friends are getting married.. So.. What?
I feel like I have to get married, like, NOW. Or all the good guys are gonna be taken!
Of course, that's obviously not the case.
But that's how I feel! Like, what the heck people!

Y U GET SO MARRIED?!

Ell Oh Ell

The Guilt Trip

So I don't know why I find this so funny. But I do. I can't help but at least smile when I see it.
IF YOU EVER TOOK ME THERE
Hahahahaha So Funny.

So Jessica is gone, and I just found out I have to stay here, at college, in Logan, by my lonesome, until Monday! Kinda stupid, but I'm doing it for a good cause, so yeah..
But good news! I just passed my cleaning check! So no worries about cleaning now, I can be a pig.

Alright. Let's talk about people who throw themselves pity parties.
Let's be real, they're freaking annoying.
But everyone does it, I know I do it. Everyone is entitled to a pity party every once in a while. But not every day. Not every time you see them. Not all the time.

Go home.

I Am Me

People are so stupid.
I know, you're gonna think this is about you. But the fact of the matter is that it's not. It's not about anyone really.
Just how rude people can be.
This is about to turn really mean, so if you don't wanna be in a bad mood, don't read on.

Oh, you're still reading? You sure you want to do this?


Okay, if you insist....






PEOPLE ARE SO FREAKING ANNOYING.
Oh my gosh.
So Stupid.
So I was just chilling in class today, when suddenly, BAM, it hits me.
People are Stupid.
No okay, really though, why are people jerks? It's not a good feeling to be rude to someone, and it totally sucks when someone is rude to you. So why do it?

World Peace Man.
It should really be a thing.

I FINALLY FOUND IT

My sister told me this joke one time over the phone. And I've been looking for a funny picture of it ever sense. I finally found it... I love my life.

Witty

So I would love to entertain all of you, my lovely readers, by being somewhat witty and funny. But lo and behold, that's not what's gonna happen today.
Instead, I'm going to tell you a story about what happened to me yesterday.

Once upon a time I was freaking out because I had to go teach dance. I was frantically looking for a ride when it hit me, "If it's Tuesday, why didn't they have Teriyaki Chicken in the Junc?"
Then, it came back and hit me again "IT'S MONDAY!!"

You see, this is a big deal, because I don't teach on Mondays. I teach on Tuesdays. So therefore, a lot of stress was taken off my back.

But in my dance class, there is a little girl who is going to participate in a beauty pageant. And her mom wants me to Choreograph her a dance to do for the talent portion. Which, I am doing, because I am an awesome person. But she wants it to a song off of Frozen. So I let her pick one, because they are all as equally as hard, and she chose "Love is an Open Door."
So I started Choreographing this dance for her. But the thing is, I am also Choreographing a dance for my class. So it's very complicated and confusing.

In other news, I failed my Physics test. We got the scores back, and I got 54%. Maybe it was it was actually 56%. Either way, I failed it.
Hard Core.
So I talked to my TA instructor and we calculated it, and it turns out if I get at least 58ish% on the rest of the tests and 100% on everything else (which I have been doing), I can pass the class with a B-!! So that's what I am going to do. Pass the class.
Also, I failed my Math test. Got 0%.
I missed it.

Every Once In A While

Pretty much every time I go to Psychology, I write on my blog.

Like right now. I'm in Psychology. We're learning about Abnormalities.

But there is one difference today.

There is no Golden today.

Normally, right here, I would put a big picture of Golden, because he's just that cool. But he's not here today. You wanna know why?
Cause he didn't feel like it.

That's what college is all about.

It's about choosing on what you want to do. Normally, I wouldn't be able to Blog in the middle of class (in high school I mean).
But now I'm in college, and I get to do what I want.
But not really.

Right about here I would put something really witty and funny, but honestly, I can't think of anything. Unless you count this as something witty. Which I don't. But you know, whatever floats your boat.

Whelp. I have nothing else to say. Other than... SPRING BREAK IS NEXT WEEK!! AH!
Also, I'm going on a date with this kid named Kameron on Friday. He's from my home town, American Fork.
And me and Golden should go on a date soon, cause he said he would take me that butt.


Okay, I best go and listen.

You are awesome and should eat a banana!

Shower Them With Bubbles

Sometimes, your friend will have a bad day.
And you will need to shower them with Bubbles.
I don't know what it is about Bubbles. But they're just happy. I've never heard of anyone who doesn't like Bubbles.

Bubbles are funny things. They're just.. Soap. Soap filled with Air. Air that is normal, it's just surrounded with Soap.

But there's just something about Bubbles that makes you happy.
Maybe it's the way they float down, so peacefully and beautifully.
I don't know. But either way, they make people happy.



^^ Obviously ^^