couple of ramblings of a childlike adult

A couple of things:
I am a rather big fan of that ukulele (yes, I know I'm holding it with the wrong hand, it works for me ok?) and that skirt and sweater and this picture in general so I don't even feel a little bad or embarrassed  about the fact that the main contents of this post is a huge picture of me. To paraphrase Henry David Thoreau, "I would not take so many pictures of myself if there were anyone I knew so well." Now. On to the very important point of this post. Ok, there isn't one. You caught me! I just haven't posted in a while so I thought I'd let you know I'm alive (mostly) and stuff! Lately I have been mostly watching large amounts of psych quite shamelessly, feeling conflicted about my place of business opening up after a two week break, breathlessly waiting for my best friend to come home in eight (!) days, and trying not to freak out about the fact that in two months from friday I will be moved out of the house I have lived in since long before my birth and going off to college. As you can tell, I've been kind of a mixture of absolutely terrified, and outrageously bored. I've also been drawing, not well, but what can you do? at least I'm trying. Just like blogging. I may not be doing it well, but hey, at least I'm trying. Maybe it will be better in 65 days when I start my personal essay class at BYU. (eep!)

I'm not as young as I was, I'm not as brave as I thought

Hello there blogosphere! Currently I am writing to you as a woman who has 1 more day (1!) of high school left forever. Isn't that crazy? Tomorrow is my last day of school! I guess life is getting on pretty fast! I'm not sure exactly what to write about finishing high school, so I will let you in on my moving on to bigger and better things playlist:

1. Be Gentle with me: The Boy Least Likely to
2. Tell the World: Eric Hutchinson
3. I will survive: Gloria Gaynor
4. Good to be Alive: Regan Rindlishbacher
5. Hello Goodbye: The Beatles
6. Afterlife: Ingrid Michealson
7. Borders: Feeder
8. The Brightest Lights: King Charles feat. Mumford and Sons
9. Movie Loves a screen: April Smith and the Great Picture Show
10. No Matter Where you are: Us the duo
11. Lifting the Sea: The Hunts
12. Light outside: Wakey!Wakey!
13. A Wink and a Smile: Harry Connick Jr.
14. You're only Human: Billy Joel
15. Bet on It: Zac Effron

I'm kinda a fan of it. If I had more space on my cd's I would probably add, like, all the other High School Musical songs, but I guess that kinda defeats the purpose of a playlist for the end of high school...

So I guess I should finish this up with some kind of narrative with a good moral that everyone can take into their lives (you can totally tell I've been watching too much girl meets world), so I wanted tell you the most important thing I learned in high school:

"The greatest thing, you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return"
ok, ok, so that's not from me, it's from Moulin Rouge! But it is my plan to write it somewhere in the high school to leave my mark (insert maniacal laugh here).

I guess the most important thing I learned in high school is to be kind, love others, and feast on the knowledge presented to you on a free public school platter. Love to learn, but more importantly, learn to love. Find a place in your heart for Christ-like-love for everyone around you. Don't compete, help each other, but don't stop taking care of yourself to make others happy. Forgive readily, and don't forget that being nice makes you cool. Don't fake who you are to please the people who are acting fake, and always carry emergency lady supplies.

Anyway, adios for now blog, I guess I will let you know how it is to step off into the unknown;

The pros and cons of Neverland, and the truth about leaving it

Ok, here's the scoop: I turn 18 in one month exactly. That's 31 days from now. One month is not very long, especially when it's your last month as a child. Truth is: I'm very, very nervous. It seems to me that being an adult is something I never was going to do! The other day my mom said, "it's ok, she's basically an adult, she can hang out with us." Basically and adult? Time is trying to kidnap me from neverland! I don't want to grow up! I wand to be 7 forever! And play pretend, and use the foot of my bed as a horse or a motorcycle or whatever I want. I want to steal the tablecloth and some paper clips and make myself a princess dress and crown! I want to give my barbies makeovers, and make blanket forts, an not worry about college, or living on my own, or making the wrong decisions and putting myself on completely the wrong course forever! Ok, drama time over. I've had enough of that today. I can't lie though, and say I'm not also a little excited about turning 18. Adults can do a lot of things I can't that I wish I could, the most wonderful one being going through the temple, something I would gladly drop everything and do right now if I could. I'm pretty excited about going on my mission, and going to college, and becoming a wife and mother and who I was put on earth to be. I guess the point of this post, and the reason I wrote 500 more words than I would normally even read on a blog, is to say this: I'm nervous, and excited, and anxious, and hopeful  about the future and what is to come. And that's really all I can say about it.

This is as good as it's going to get.

I'm having a hard time with the whole "writing a blog post" thing lately.
Also, a hard time with the whole "getting up and doing something" thing.
How about I promise you a good long post about my trip to St. George this weekend and we call it even.

I really should be doing my laundry and cleaning the cat box. 

Eh, instead I'll just watch Pride and Prejudice and let the cat poop in my brother's room instead. 

That sounds like more fun. 

When Dad is away the whole idea of dinner together sort of goes away too. 

My mom asks me if I'll be offended if she takes her grilled cheese sandwich in her room to watch Biggest Loser. 

I tell her I'm her daughter and I was just about to ask her the same question. 

I decided that if I ever write a book it will be a satire. 

One huge, beautiful satire.

I like the thought of writing about something totally ludicrous to scare people into action. 

I also like that it is compared to slapping someone in the face,

which is always entertaining.

Today felt like Friday but it is only Wednesday 

and at the end of first and third period I thought it was fourth. 

And on that happy note, my oven just beeped and now my options are to,

a) Eat an entire pizza like a fat slob 

b) Keep blogging. 

I think you know which one I will pick.