I'm just fed up!

I need a new backpack. There are so many online, but they are just so expensive! WHY. I don't get it. It's a big back you put over your shoulders to hold your crap.
And another thing:: Clothes.
I shouldn't be paying for them! If people don't wanna see this ish, then they buy clothes for me!
What the poop is wrong with this world.

AMAZING

These are Chocolate Chips. MILK Chocolate Chips.

These are Cheerios.

And Together, they are AMAZING.

Ta Ta

I have a lot of homework to do. I need to pack up some of my stuff. I want to clean the house a little bit for my parents. And what am I doing? Watching How I Met Your Mother. Because that's how cool I am.
So I didn't get to see my best friend last night.. Turns out he's super sick, so he ended up going to bed. But that's okay, as long as he gets feeling better.
Another update:: I re-ordered the pterodactyl pillow pet on Amazon. The order hasn't been going through. But I'm hoping it goes through this time.
Anywho. I need to go do my homework.

I'm Wide Awake

Why am I awake?
I have so much stuff to do tomorrow. I have so much homework I just want to cry. I have packing that has been needed to be done for such a long time.
But here I am. Staying up. Waiting for a call from my best friend. A call that may not even happen.
I just hope it does.
I feel emotional. And that's why blogs were made, right? Right-o. So here it goes.
I'm not gonna sugar coat it, because I don't do that ish. I'm not gonna beat around the bush, I'm too tired.
Not just sleep wise.
I'm tired of not getting those good morning texts. I'm tired of hearing about ex girlfriends. I'm tired of listening to someone's problems, and then getting shot down when I try and say anything. I'm tired of not getting a cute message saying that you're thinking of me. I'm tired of trying not to cry all the time. I'm tired of hoping you'll text me. I'm tired of these games. I'm tired of feeling dramatic. I'm tired of being a girl. I'm tired of having emotions. I'm tired of having nightmares.
I'm Tired of being Tired.

OH MY GOSH I'M HOME.

Technically

Here's a story::
Once upon a time I was on the phone with my best friend. Let's say his name is Josh. Cause, well, it is. So I was on the phone with Josh, but I felt sorta bad, cause I had woken him up!
-Pause in the story. Wouldn't it be cool if I could get paid to blog? Like, it was my job? That would be awesome. Anyway, back to the story!-
Josh had slept in till 11:34, and I was crazy jealous. But then, I told Josh I was coming home for the weekend. "I work until 1 in the morning though..." He said. I was stumped. But then, I had this great idea! "Why don't we hang out at 1 in the morn??" "What a fantastic idea my dear Sierra!" The end.
So I'm hoping that I get to see my best friend Josh today. or, technically speaking, tomorrow.
Hardy har har.

Sorry Kids

I turned off my phone.
And the lock button is broken.
So I can't turn it off until I plug it in.
But I'm not in my dorm room.
So I can't plug it in until I go back.
Which will be at 4.
Sorry kids.
Sometimes,
You just gotta turn off your phone.
And blog.

Rant

Some things are hard to do. Taking a test you didn't study for, waiting for your episode to buffer, having a loved one die. Struggles can range from hardly anything, like stubbing your toe or our laptop dying, to something huge, like having a sibling pass away or going through a heartbreak.

It sucks. Plain and simple. It sucks. So bad. But we can't really do anything about it now can we? Not really. We have to grin and bear it, fake it till we make it, try our hardest just to forget everything. Okay, that last one was just song lyrics.

But I mean, life isn't fair. Let me just rant on, but seriously, life sucks. We all know this. And we can't do anything but keep a positive attitude.

It's hard, but we can do it.

127

127 FREAKING BLOG VIEWS! HOLY CRAP THAT IS SO MANY! I WANNA CRY CAUSE I'M SO HAPPY!
127 bottles of beer on the wall.
127 minutes.
127 more days.
We're gonna party like it's 127 tonight.
I said I went to the year 127.
Song lyrics with the number of views I've had. Can you name them all?
Anyway.
Fun fact. Anyways isn't a word, it's anyway. Weird. I know.

One More for the Road

Got another bloody nose.

You know how sometimes, when you get a bloody nose, it's cause you we're secretly picking? Well, it's not like that for me for the past little while.

I swear I've gotten like 12 bloody noses in the past week. And not just bloody.. BLOODY. I mean, these bad boys are gushers.

TMI, I know.

But here I am. Sitting in the bathroom. Bored as crap as my nose bleeds on.

Why me?

Cue the dramatic music.

I'm in such a bad mood.
Someone bring me a flower, mac n cheese, and snuggle with me while we watch How I Met Your Mother.

Those People

You know those people? Who are all Ooh em gee, I hate drama soooo much. I mean, fur real, I never cause drama." But, really, they're the ones that cause all the drama?

Yeah, I really hope I'm not one of those people.

And you know those people, who say that they're ugly, but they're actually drop dead gorgeous? Or say they're fat and they're actually skinny? Or say that no one likes them, but, really, everyone thinks they're the cat's pajamas?

Yeah. Those people piss me off.

I'm always like "OH MY GOSH SHUT UP YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL" and shiz.

So, believe me when I compliment you.

You wanna know why I don't like texting so much?
Well, you don't text back, so I can't tell you.

Gr.

Some people just can't get a joke. And some people think that you're joking when you're not. And it hurts your feelings. And it sucks.
Let me tell you a story.
Once upon a time there was a girl named Sierra. She was in a bad mood, had to do laundry, and wanted to kill someone. The end.
Ps, she never killed anyone.

Attach Meaning

Attach meaning to your pain.

Add something to everything.

Everyone hurts. Everyone cries. Everyone screams inside and out, gasping for breath, only to end up crying hysterically.

I'm not here to have a pity party. I don't want that. I don't want you to think that I'm a tortured soul, that I have all of these problems, or that I think my problems are bigger than yours. Because none of that is true.

Everyone has cried themselves to sleep at least once. And if you haven't, you will soon enough. It's the sad truth about life. It's unfair and no one really likes it that much. But we're put down here whether we like it or not. And we gotta try and just enjoy it.

Even though life sucks sometimes, and all we wanna do is breakdown and tell everyone everything that's going on with our lives at that time, we still gotta try. And still gotta make it.

Attach meaning to your pain. Make your hurt mean something. Make it worth while. Don't get heart broken over a guy who cheated on you, you're too good for him. Don't cry over spilt milk, you can always clean it up. Don't be scared of the monster in your closet, it may be nice.

Don't spend your life sad, spend your life happy.

I never meant to start a war, I just wanted you to let me in, I guess I should have let you in.You sing it Miley.

This might be to you, but maybe you instead.

A dinosaur blanket.
So simple.
Letting me use a blanket, is such a little act of kindness, that went a long way. I use that blanket every night, and you may not realize this, but I've cried into that blanket. I've wrapped myself in that blanket. I've shivered in that blanket. I've screamed into that blanket. And you may never read this, but it just meant a lot. And I want you to know that.
A hug can go a long way. Still feeling your arms wrapped around my waist, so tight and firm. Saying you love the arch in my back made me feel skinny. Made me feel beautiful. Made me happy.
It's the little things you do, the smiles, the hand squeezes, the pecks.
I could see myself loving you some day.

I love Sunny D, Doctor Who, and memory foam. Seriously, I wanna cry cause I love them so much.

And you know what else? Chocolate chips and Cheerios. Yep, boom, I just blew your mind. Go, eat, smile, and have a good life. Because I just introduced you to the best thing on this planter earth.

Hashtag amazing.

Everybody Has Gotta be Somewhere

Everyone has a place. Somewhere you belong, somewhere you fit in, somewhere you feel loved. It might not be easy to find sometimes, but it's there. Somewhere.
It's that place you think of when you're sick. That special spot you wanna curl up in a ball and sleep in. The one place where you can pass gas, laugh like crazy, and say whatever pops into your head, and no matter what happens, you still feel like you belong.
Being in college, I am feeling a little lost. I know that place for me is my house. My home. Where my family is. But now that I don't live there, I feel the need to find a new somewhere. A somewhere I can be my total and absolute self in, a somewhere that I belong.
I will find this place. It will be somewhere inside of me.
And one day, when I find this somewhere, I will know who I am. Fully, and completely.
But for now, I'll just be me. I'll be the somewhere my friends need me to be, and the someone they need.

Tonight Tonight CC and Jess Jess

Santa Clause is Coming to Town

How many days you ask? 94!
94 DAYS TILL CHRISTMAS!!!
I'm sitting here in my dorm room, listening to Christmas music, and blogging. I seriously can't wait!
Christmas is my very favorite holiday. Family all together, delish food, presents, and everything good in this world! I've never met anyone ever who doesn't like Christmas. And you know why? Because Christmas makes people happy! Giving and receiving, laughing, loving, snuggling, just everything about it makes you happy!

Do you like the new look of my blog? I'm not sure I do.
Comments?

The Docta

I'm watching Doctor Who again. It took me a long time, but I finally got over Rose. Well, not over. Just able to cope.
I miss her. A lot.
WAAAAHAAAAAA.
I just wanna cry. People say if you're a true Doctor fan, you can keep watching. I believe that I am. I don't like Martha. She's all "I love you Doctaa!" and ish.
Whatevaa.
The Docta will marry me.

Laundry Day

It's laundry day.

And we're bored. And falling asleep.

So we're taking pictures!

And singing Miley Cyrus.

This is our friend Gary. We just met him.

He's a man.

1:30

I'm sick. And it won't go away.
I'm going to the doctors today.
But I don't want to pay.
But I feel horrible.. Okay?

NBD but I just made that up. I'm a poet and I didn't even know it! I can rhyme anytime!
But I really am sick. And it sucks super bad. I'm gonna go to the health and wellness center later today, my awesome boyfriend is gonna drive me (cause it's not the closest place in the world). But he can't take me till like after 1:30 cause he has a quiz he has to take. Stupid teachers. Don't they realize I'm sick?!
Well, anyway, here I am. Sitting in my room on my computer blogging and revising my english paper, texting old friends, and eating dry cereal. I feel like a piece of poop.

Thirsty Thursday

Thirsty Thursday, bring your own cup.

Today is Not a Good Day

I'm sick.
I wrecked on my longboard.
I have a huge zit.
I'm not with my boyfriend.
Today is not a good day.

I think I broke my pinky. I totally biffed it on my longboard today while I was on my way to class. It's a good thing I took sports med in high school, because I learned how to splint a finger while in it. So My finger is it a pretend make shift splint I made out of medical tape and a nail file. I don't have enough money to go to the doctors and get an X-Ray, so I'm just gonna tough it out for a couple of days and see how I feel.
But, seriously. Ouch.

I'm Sick

I did it!

I DID IT!!
I didn't do the reflexes, cause I didn't think I had time. But I was all "yeah, I'm gonna give Snowball a Zero on this one" and "oh snap, Snowball isn't doing very well on this APGAR test.."
Ell oh ell, I'm so funny.
 P.S. I'm blogging in class.

Snowball and I

This is the face of someone who is not prepared for a presentation.

Im just sorta freaking out.

What's that? You want to hear my presentation? Okay!

Before you were born, you got your oxygen from the umbilical cord. After you were born, you could have gotten anoxia, which is basically not enough oxygen to the lungs, and it can cause brain damage. Right when you were born you were put to a APGAR test, which you can got a range of 0-10 points on, 10 being the best. getting 7-10 means good health, around 5 means you might have developmental problems, and 0-3 means you will probably die. The APGAR tests your heart rate, respitory effort, reflex irritability, muscle tone, and skin color. After the APGAR you are taken and your reflexes are tested. The different tests they do is one where they stroke the bottom of your foot, and you're supposed to widen/spread out your toes and curl your foot in. Another is a loud sound or dropping sensation and you arch your back and pretty much just act surprised. The last two are very similar, you stroke the baby's cheek or touch it's mouth, and it automatically starts sucking.

That's it. And I didn't need to look at my notes at all to type that whole thing! But the thing is, I need to say that all under a minute, and make it interesting as well. So I brought a stuffed white bear to show how to do the reflex tests. I might not even do the reflex part of it because it wasn't in my reading section, but I thought it was important.

Wish me (and Snowball) luck!

I was almost late.

My teacher is late.
We had a student-teacher conference planned for 9:00 to 9:20, and she's still not here. Believe it or not, I was actually almost late. I basically ran here.
Not that I'm complaining, I need the excersize. And a spelling lesson. But that's beside the point. The moral of the story is that my teacher is late and it's a little bit annoying.
So here I am, sitting here, writing on my blog while just now it turned 9:20, and I can leave now. So that's what I'm going to do.
But don't worry.. I'll be bahck.

Did you not realize?

Okay, who got the quote from the caption/title/thing? Cause if you did, you can be my best friend.

Let's get down to business (to defeat the huns) (name that movie).

Did I tell you I have a boyfriend? Well, I will tell you.

Yesterday was our week-aversary. Presh. We met in Mountain View Basement (the boy dorm room building) and hung out until 4 that night. A few days later, we kissed. I hacked his Facebook and put his relationship status as "Married to Sierra Osmun" and he then got a text. The text was.. Rude. And he said "You know what, she's my girlfriend and you have no right to talk like that about her. I like her a lot and if you don't wanna accept that then blah blah blah blah blah." So he read that out loud to me and I was all (in my head) "girlfriend?" Then, he said "Oh yeah, you wanna be my girlfriend?" And I said "Oh sure!"

So there you go. His name is Jace Paul. I posted about him before too. I'll probably post about him again. Who knows these days!

Sometimes

Sometimes I wish I was funny.

But then.. Yeah. I always wish I was funny.

Now, I consider myself pretty.. Laughable. Things I say make some people laugh sometimes, other times it's the crickets chirping, and then there's the occasional burst of laughter that I didn't mean to happen.

That's the best. When you say something sorta witty, and you don't expect anyone to laugh. But then someone does, but it's not just haha but a BAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! And you just feel so great about yourself, because you made someone laugh. So you just keep going and they keep laughing hard core. But then you say one wrong thing and, poof, it's gone.

I hate that.

Time.

I have time. Enough time to take a break, but not enough time to go back home. I need to schedule my classes better next semester.

Some classes, I need more time in between, and others I need less. Like this one. I have 40 minutes to waste. And it's about 20 steps away from my last class. But it's about a 20 minute walk back to my room. It's a real problem.

So I sit here in hope of something big and exciting happen. But all that happens is the occasional loud conversation, the bored college students, the ones on their laptops, and me.

I put my hair up today. I actually did it. Weird, I know. I'll post a picture later, so don't forget to look. ELL OH ELL. No one really reads this, what am I saying.

But I do have over 2000 views in my history now! Go team!

This Is It

Okay, Okay. I know the it is backwards. Just bare with me.

Why did you lie to me?

         My parents lied to me. They lied to me for over eight years. Year after year, they stretched this one haunting lie to all of my siblings and I.  And do you know why? Because they were lied to as children too, with the same horrific lie. That lie, was that a fat man dressed in red from the polar ice cap would crawl down my chimney every year on the same day, December 25^th, and leave boxes wrapped in color under a tree that, for some reason, we brought into our house.

My parents never told me that Santa wasn’t real. I had for find out the sad truth about Christmas all on my own. I always found it a bit suspicious, a fat man going down a tiny little chimney. Which are usually made of bricks, and bricks usually aren’t very stretchy. And the other fact that we didn’t have a chimney for Santa to go down. But once the movie Santa Clause came out, I found that he was magic, and could stretch and build a chimney out of thin air. So, obviously, I figured he was magical and could make a chimney and fireplace out of my plain o’ boring wall with our stockings hung up with care.

Now, let’s talk about the cookies. I always found it odd that there, in the cookie jar, were almost all the cookies we had set out for Santa the night before. I didn’t think much of it, but something about it always irked me. And there was another thing: the carrots. We were no ordinary family. We didn’t just set out cookies for Santa, but we set out carrots for his reindeer. But here’s the catch: they were only nibbled on, not eaten. If Santa has twelve reindeer, how could there be any carrot left over? Maybe they just didn’t like carrots. But maybe, just maybe, there were no reindeer at all, and it was all a hoax.

Santa’s handwriting was a bit odd, funny actually. It looked exactly like my mom’s! One year, my parents got really creative and had the neighbor write our names on the tags, to throw me off their scent. But alas, I was too good, and knew by then that Santa was a fake. Realizing that every year, Santa had the handwriting of my mother was a dead give away.

I had known that the Easter Bunny was a fake, I knew the Tooth Fairy was full of it, and I always knew that there was no “Sandman” or anything. But Santa, Santa was a different story. I so desperately wanted to believe that he was real, so I let myself believe for a couple more years. I would go to sleep Christmas Eve after making my cookie tree, excited and nervous (I mean, a huge old guy was coming into my house, what do you expect?). Until the one day, when my parents came up to me. That dreaded, cold winter day.

They told me that they were Santa. That my mom was the one who made the pajamas that Mrs. Clause suposably made, that they were the ones who gave us the presents, and that they never really sent our letter. I acted heart broken. Asked them how they did it. But about a year later, I told them I had already known. They weren’t that surprised. But you could imagine how surprised I was to find out I wasn’t the great actor I thought I was.

Now, I help wrap the presents. On Christmas Eve, I sit in my parent’s room with a big box between the presents and I. My mom will hand me a box with a present inside, and I wrap the box in the right paper and hand it back to my mom. I do this every year without fail, and I do it for hours. It’s scaring, really.

Jace Evan Paul the First

Isn't he cute?

Jace Evan Paul

Here I am, writing my paper.

Aaaaahahaha I'm just kidding. I'm blogging! Duh.

So I made a friend. His name is Jace. Jace Evan Paul. He's blond. Like me.
He longboards, skis, likes Pokemon, wants to go to Australia, and he's pretty much my soul mate. We think alike and talk alike and everything else alike. It's kind of weird.
Oh, what's that? You want to see a picture of him?
Okay:)

Delish

I have a lot of homework to do. But am I doing it? Nope! I'm blogging. And what about? Nothing at all! Whoop!

Let's talk about pasta.

I looo-ooove pasta.
It's really a problem. I would eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if I could. My brother makes the best pasta. He went to Italy for his LDS mission, and came back with cooking skills of The Gods. But sorry ladies, he just got married.
Anywho. You know what else I love? Grilled Cheeses. And Jalapeno potato bites. I don't know what I'm going to do without them. They are just so satisfying. Even if I don't know how to spell them. But that's okay, and you know why? Because they are Delish!!

Our Convesation

Ask me anything.
Okay.
What is your favorite color? Blue.
You live in Salt Lake, I already know that.
Anything. I'm an open book.
What's something hard you've gone through? Something hard I've gone through...
I'm not gonna say who this is..
I mean, you can, I don't care. You gonna type everything I say?
Yep.

When my older brother graduated. He's my hero. I was still in that little brother phase. We had just started getting close. So when we did, he had to leave.
That sucks.
But we're totally best friends now.
Okay, it's your turn to ask me a question now. But it can't be the same one.
Well alright. What is your favorite past time?
Ummm.... I don't know. I like to watch Netflix. I longboard.
Can we watch Netflix together?
Yes every day!
Yeah I'm serious.

IMMA BE INSTRUCTOR

I need a job.

I'm currently trying to get a job as an Irish Dance Assistant. I think that would be great. GREAT. I would get to work out, teach, earn money, and have fun all at the same time! Man, I want this job so so bad. I emailed the Instructors and everything!

Meet Jalen

This is my new friend. I can never remember his name. But I know it now. It's Jaylo. No wait, I mean, Jalen. HE'S BLACK. He's just, like, amazing. And I'm in love with him.

And that's all you gotta know about Jalen.

I want something in the mail.

I need an iPod. My phone is completely full, because I have so much music on it. It's a problem. So if anyone wants to send me money, I will gladly take it. Or send me mail. Or anything. Seriously, I just want something in the mail.
Comment and I'll give you my address.

Let's just be awesome together.

Why can't I have a Dinosaur as a pet?
For crying out loud, that would be freaking awesome! I could ride him to class, have a best friend forever. He would scare away all the bad guys, and cuddle with me when I was sad.
I would name him Ceasar. Or maybe Zeal. Skeeder? Moglee? Maybe Joey. Who knows! It's a dinosaur! If you have a dinosaur, anything is possible! If you just believe!

I just don't understand. Anything. Ever.

Relationships.
You don't wanna know what I think.
But you're gonna read it anyway.
I have so many different feelings about relationships, it's cray cray.
Number one. Cheating. Why? Why don't you just break up with your girl/boyfriend? I mean seriously, that's better than cheating on them. Seriously, Let's talk about it. If you're off kissing other people, then what does that make the other person? AN IDIOT. For keeping you around.
Number two. Holding hands. Some couples it's adorable. Some couples it's disgusting. It all depends on how you looks. It's the sad but honest truth.
Number tres. Love. WHAT.