'Clicks'

Hm.

Last year, around second semester, I was adopted into a group of friends. (For those of you who don't know, Lone Peak is very.. 'Clicky'. And it's.. Gr). So it was all fun and games. Except I felt like I had no personality and no humor and no nothing after being around these people for a while. But I still liked being around them, most of the time, and it was nice to actually have a 'click'.

So I stayed.

But this new school year started.. Basically I am out of that 'click'. They avoid me and do things without me and everything!

It's great fun.. For them, i'm sure.

And you know, I have more friends.. Just none I really hang out with a ton or have a lot of classes with. People at Lone Peak stay with their 'click'. They aren't willing to let you in their 'click'. And if you aren't in their 'click', you don't hang around them.

So here I am. Only the second week of school.

And 'click'-less.

I can tell this is gonna be an awesome year..

Anyone wanna trade me schools?

Oh man.

I've had at least three people tell me that they can't see the pictures.

Okay.. Only two..

Yes. So let me try again? C'mon, gimme one last chance!

Yes?

Okay.

All better?

I fear I still suck at putting pictures up..

You can figure out which picture is which.. Right?

Drama.

That word. That retched, retched word. I try to avoid AT ALL COSTS. But somehow, IT ALWAYS FINDS ME.

That is why I am friends with almost all guys. But no. Girls use me, to get to guys. I think they're becoming my friends and then suddenly, poof. Gone.

More drama..

Drama drama drama.

Oh poop.

Why is there even drama in this world??!

It makes absolutely no sense to me whatsoever.

Oh, did I tell you? I also found out that some of the moms of m friends have been talking about me too! Because sense i'm always hanging out with different guys, I MUST be using their sons. And I MUST not know what I want. And.. I should stop before I burn my toast or pull my leg off or something.

Anyways.

School started.

Whoopdee doo.

Oh oh and guess what?? MORE DRAMA!

Which brings me back to burning my toast.

But, this is for another time..

Or at least another post with a different post title.

Be expecting int shortly.

Minutes, shortly.

P to the S. Drama should go die in a hole filled with spiders, pickles, and girls..

Oh heavens. I forgot. I have a Blog.
Why must I forget so very often?

Hm.. Pictures.. Have I ever put up pictures? No? I don't think so either. It's about time I attempt, yes? Yes. Let's try this out.

Attempting....
Attempting....
Attempting....



Me to Jerrica: Oh my gosh Jerrica... That juice is NAKED!





I fear this one is a bit.. Sideways. Making my arm look huge and me and my friend Annie look.. Sideways. Enjoy our gorgeous faces. And yes, that IS stage make-up.


This is a TAD bit fun.. I think I'll keep going. And if you, my friend, are not enjoying it as much as I, well.. You may push that little red X in the corner of your screen.



Oh yes, and we also went and did baptisms in the SALT LAKE CITY TEMPLE.
It was, may I say, AMAZING.


One More?
Si?
Okay, if you insist.




Does that NOT look like an airplane to you? Me and my friend Hunt were cloud watch and.. Well.. We saw that! And I took a picture. That's all.


I'm thinking I should stop with the pictures for now. But there will mayber perhaps possibly be more to come soon-ish! Maybe.
Who knows at this point.

A Choice

"Happiness is a Choice"

That's what my dad always says.

We have a lot of choices, don't we?

Yes, there's the everyday choices everyone has:

Should you wake up to your alarm, or push snooze fifteen times? Should you actually get ready for the day, or wear a hoodie and have your hair in a pony tail.. Again? Should you pay attention in class, sleep, or write on your blog?

But then, there are the bigger choices. Choices with bigger consequences, both good and bad:

Should you go to church, or sleep in? Should you answer the three am call from my suicidal friend? Should you hurt yourself again? Should you listen to them, or live your life for you?

Everyone has the choice. The choice to be happy, the choice to smile and sing and laugh. The choice to dream, and fulfill your dreams. The choice to live life to its fullest. No one should get in the way of your dreams. Of your happiness.

Everyone should have a choice, a chance, to choose.

Ouchy Wa Wa

Spring break is a Cruel, Cruel taste of the summer that is yet to come..

Including Sleeping in, Staying up way to late, being Stress Free, Hangin... Scratch that: Chillin with friends. And, Of Course, The Sunburn.

This beautiful word, I just happen to hate at the moment.

A LOT.

Let me express to you, my feelings: I HATE SUMBURNS!!! SO FREAKIN BAD (So bad... Buy all of the things I never had...) Musical moment, Name that Song.

Last night was pure Torture. And now when I say torture, I mean one of the worst nights of my life. No joke.

I usually stay up until eleven, twelve, give or take the night. But last night, I stayed up until three-thirty. Just a little later than I had planned on.

You see, I sunburned my back and sholders when I went to Vegas the last weekend of the glorious soring break. I was there for a Feis (Irish Dance Competition). And, of course, it was Outside. Being the blonde I am, I forgot sunscreen. And in between my competitions, I would take off my dress. Wearing only a tank top and bloomers. Not. Smart.

Stinging and itching. I was hyper-ventilating and breathing hard, causing me to get a bit dizzy. I couldn't stop shaking and twitching. Tensing up and arching my back. I couldn't handle it all, and I was even half screaming. Not being able to even move.

At exactly twelve- thirty- something, I went into my parents room crying. Yes I don't like admitting the tears, but there were a lot.

Asking for a blessing, I thankfully got one from my loving pops. And my mom got me a oatmeal bath. And no, it did not help. We tried so many different things. Neosporin, special cream, ice, cold water, you name it- we tried it.

Finally my dad went to Walmart and got a magical tropical spray that was supposed to help it. And by now, it was about two in the morning. Spraying it on made it sting, and it still does when I put in on. But It still helped, a bit.

Finally, at three-thirty last night, I fell asleep. With a dear, dear friend calming me down and helping me the whole time. Oh so grateful for him.

This morning I went to school, and then got checked out of second period to go home because it hurt so badly. Went back to fourth to take a test.

They say the third day of a sunburn is the worst, the hump.

I hope they're right.

WEEELLLLL
It's been a while, eh?
While I've been gone I have:

• Gone on a magic carpet ride
• Proposed to a Kangaroo
• Become a champion pogo-stick jumper
• And not done any of these things

Now I know you're wondering, Why In The World Is This Girl Writing All This Pumpkin Seed Jucie??
Well, I have this dear friend named Lama and he desided that we were going to play. Okay, well we both decided.
So he got here and he showed me his piano skills, we ate breakfast for lunch, he showed me an amazing magic trick, and NOW we are writing on our Bloggitys.
Ain't that just grand?
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