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;

I Don't Want to make it Stop.

Reasons I am actually six years old:
I eat all the girl scout cookies.

I go on bike rides.

I make paintings.

I watch Hannah Montanna.

I make homemade pretzels.

I Listen to The Teen Beach Movie soundtrack.

I read books about Captain Hook.

I paint faces.

Truth is I am a child. 

Officially not ashamed. 

The Lists

Listening: 

-Iron and Wine

-The White Stripes

-The Lighthouse and the Whaler

-Fitz and the Tantrums

-The Hunts

-The Head and the Heart

-Admiral Fallow

-The Oh Hello's

-Of Monsters and Men

-Beta Radio

Reading:

-The Ear the Eye and the Arm

-The Westing Game

-Flipped

-The Makeover of James Orville Wickenbee

-Austenland

-Capt. Hook

-The Great Gatsby

-Sense and Sensibility

-Life of Pi

-Ender's Game

Oh hey.

Hello friend, I'm back from St. George and I already want to go back.

On this trip I bought some lip gloss, 

played mermaids,

missed a great friends birthday party,

watched some pointless Mormon movies,

sang too much Little Women,

walked a 5K,

had a sleepover with the coolest 12 year olds,

ate trillions of cookies,

took some family pictures, 

got my makeup done, 

chilled in a bubble bath, 

creeped on some kids, 

just kept eating Neaders, 

watched the SAG awards, 

ignored all the social media for which I am totally not sorry. 

Lets pretend that never happened.

Sorry that I just kind of dropped off the planet. Lets pretened that never happened.

Now that I'm back, from outer space, lets get down to business.

I promise to try and be a better blogger, even when I think nobody is reading this. 

I promise to write dumb things that is of no importance because that is what real life is. 

I promise to post pictures as often as I can even if it's not a good picture.

Now please let me make good on my promises and start telling you dumb things that, in all honesty, are my life:

For your enjoyment here are some random insults that I take pride in coming up with while around people that drive me crazy:

"It's boys like you that make me understand why some girls choose to be nuns."

"I can think of 100 fictional characters that are more real than you."

"I'd rather kiss a dementor than you. Just so you know."

I like posts with no real purpose or structure so how about I catch you up on my life lately:

The week after Christmas: I realized that I'm an introvert because books and movies are more interesting than some of my friends. I also became addicted to a TV show called "Sherlock" and I am currently counting down the days until the new season comes out. 

The week after the week after Christmas: I went to the lamest New Years Eve dance ever, then I stayed up until 4:00 in the morning watching Here Comes the Boom and talking about chicken wings with the coolest people in the entire world. I ate a cupcake, saw The Book Theif, and took some pictures which was awesome. Here's one of them, the rest are here. 

The week after the week after the week after Christmas (last week):

My cat judged me hard for watching the bachelor with my brother and yelling things like "I love you Juan Paublo!" I made a playlist with songs about being in a good mood and am currently listening to it like a boss. I said "whatever" way too many times, and was far too weary of people to try to make a conversation. 

Well now, I guess that gets you all caught up with what I've been doing lately. Also, an award goes to whoever can name how many times I quoted song lyrics in this post. 

I'm feeling mighty fine, got good music on my radio

You're running out of reasons to avoid Christmas music haters.
As soon as you give in to the holiday spirit, I offer you this list of the best Christmas songs ever:

O Holy Night-Scotty McCreery
Santa Clause is back in town-Scotty McCreery
Santa Baby-Michael Buble'
Christmas (Baby Come Home) -Michael Buble'
   Cold December Night-Micheal Buble'
It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year -Johnny Mathis
Caroling Caroling-Johnny Mathis
Baby It's Cold Outside-Dean Martin & Martina McBride
Blue Christmas-Elvis Presley
Merry Christmas Baby-Elvis Presley & Gretchen Wilson
If I Get Home On Christmas Day-Elvis Presley
We Need A Little Christmas Now-Glee Cast
Little Drummer Boy-Glee Cast
Do You Hear What I Hear?-Glee Cast
Joy To The World-David Archuleta
The First Noel-David Archuleta
What Child Is This?-David Archuleta
Run Run Rudolph-Kelly Clarkson
Please Come Home For Christmas-Kelly Clarkson
Merry Christmas Darling-Carpenters
I'll Be Home For Christmas-Carpenters
Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas-Carpenters

Happy Listening Folks, and don't forget, it's never to early to celebrate Christ.

On having a broken heart

Remember when I used to do spiritual Sunday posts?

No?

Oh. Let me remind you:

"Broken chains set free

Broken swords bring peace

Broken walls make friends of you and me

To break the ranks of sin

To break the news of Him

To put on Christ until His name feels broken in

Broken souls that need His mending

Broken hearts for offering

I'm convinced that God loves broken things."

-Kenneth Cope

My thoughts today are on being broken. On a broken heart and a contrite spirit. I never understood that term before, I thought having a "broken heart" was a bad thing. That it meant sadness and despair. Then my mother gave me the analogy that to have a "broken heart" is more like being a "broken horse" you are obedient and humble. To offer up a "broken heart" is to be obedient to the Lord and what He wants from us. Just as a broken horse obeys his master and follows him, so must we obey out Master and follow Him. 

bro·ken  

/ˈbrōkən

a. Subdued totally; humbled: a broken heart.

This post is whatever.

I have many posts that remain drafts. Unseen and unread. I fear the poor things probably feel second-rate and useless so I thought I would share my favorites with you:

(July 21st) "My hair and clothes smell Heavenly. This must be what it feels like to be you."

(July 17th) "Do I have too much to say? Or nothing to say? Is it both? Or neither? Maybe I have too much desire to say and nothing to fill that desire."

(July 15th) "Those who do not read will live once and die. Those who read live 1,000 times and never truly die."

(July 9th) "How foolish I will believe myself now a year from this day when I look back at all that I thought and all I dreamed of. But you can't really live an interesting life without being a fool sometimes."

(July 5th) "Welcome to the fallout 
Welcome to resistance 
The tension is here
Tension is here
Between who you are and who you could be
Between how it is and how it should be"

(June 30) "Sometimes I wish I was a hipster but then I remember that life means more when you live it than when you take a picture of it to prove you've lived. If all you have to show for a life is a picture then really you haven't lived. A better proof of living is a life. Plus then I remember that hipster means a trend follower and I don't want to be that."

(May 31) "Bless your beautiful hide,
wherever you may be.
We haven't met yet
but I'm willing to bet,
You're the one for me."

There you go drafts. I hope you feel important. 

wake me up, when september ends

I don't like posts without pictures.

I have not been in the mood to take pictures lately.

Hence I have not posted in 140 years.

All I do is come home, eat cake, and do homework.

Dad brought European candy from work. 

My favorite was the rum flavored ones. 

Sue me, I like the flavor of rum.

They're gone now. 

I am an extra credit machine. 

I am actually proud of my grades this year,

because I actually had to work for them.

 Books rock, 

I read them like a man watches football;

all the time.

I like it when I go to World Geography

and my teacher is singing Bon Jovi.

It's October babies. 

It is my wake up call.