Just February.

Honesty: February stressed me out and I'm glad it's over. I often found myself trying to blog but only having one small thing to say, so I decided to write the things down as I thought them and so here they are. None connect with each other, but here's an idea what it's like to know what I'm thinking:

Working out my nose just in case, by chance,  I ever get turned into a bunny rabbit.

I'm just so sick of all these nice guys. I want a guy who really knows how to hate. "That's ridiculous" you say? Let me ask you this: If a man doesn't know how to hate, can he fully know how to love?

I don't want to clean my room because I might clean up the memories of you.

My friend called his mom while he was driving to Wendy's the other day. This is what he said; "Mom, I just got mad at the windshield wipers and I hit them and I broke the windshield." My friends is the Hulk.

Taylor Swift was asked to follow Michael Jackson on my radio today. It was a sad day for Taylor Swift.

For English we have to present a topic of our choice. My friend, to start his presentation on the American-Canadian relationship, ripped off his pants revealing the American flag shorts underneath.

I think Harry Potter metaphors are the best. Like if you are facing something you fear, you can always just defeat it by finding it funny.

Well there you have it. An idea of what it's like in my head. I hope you enjoyed this post and I hope your February doesn't ruin your March. 

Trying to be a good blogger.

Pointless picture: check.

Posting twice in a week: check.

Writing pointless stuff that nobody cares about: check

Sometimes I refuse to watch things online before they're out just because I need something to look forward to. 

Sometimes I make my mom buy me beauty products because I secretly feel like life can be better with lipgloss. 

Sometimes I get mad and hurt and chose not to have important conversations over blogger because that's ridiculous. 

Sometimes I draw people with sombreros in kaiaks for assignments in classes.

Sometimes I play My Country Tis Of Thee even though it's January and Independence day is 6 months away.

Sometimes I listen to long musicals so I know the story even when I've never seen the play. 

Sometimes I get really, really excited because Gilligan's Island and Hogan's Heroes are on and I have an addiction to black and white TV.

Sometimes I think that people get too worked up over things in highschool. Friendships shouldn't be hard. 

Whatever. Blogging is a struggle these days, just like reading is. I don't know why but things that once were easy to me are hard now. Oh well, I think that if you look too deeply into things eventually you'll drown. Cheers. 

Nothing

Well now, a friend of mine informed me that I needed to post, so I guess here you go. 

I think that some people have a hard time getting up in the morning because the devil really doesn't want to deal with them that day. Just remember that when you accidentally sleep in until 12.

Sometimes when I pray about having a good day the Lord answers it by giving me food in every class period. I guess He knows me well.

One of my teachers started talking about how girls and boys think about different things. I guess I got a little distracted because all I was thinking about was pizza.

Who else thinks it should be Christmas right now? I get random Christmas feelings all the time. I'll be walking down the hall and then all the sudden I'm like "Is it Christmas?" People try to talk to me and all I hear is "Christmas, Christmas, Christmas."

Hope you liked this random and sporadic post, it's whatever. Posts are kinda like hiccups, nobody can make them start or stop. Anyways hope you have a Christmas day. What?

It's still rock and roll to me.

My goal this weekend is to not wear pants. 

I hope that lets you know what kind of a weekend this is. 

I've got a date with Billy Joel and dinner with Mr. Totino. 

There may be a little Rogers and Hammerstein thrown in there for good measure. 

"Good morning."

The greatest oxymoron ever created.

Sometimes I pray for an extra long time just so I can hide under my blankets for a while longer.

Then there are the days when my morning prayers look like this;

"Dear Lord, make me not be dead today. Amen" 

Staying up until 2:30 in the morning is what happens when you are a reader.
If you aren't a reader I feel sad for you.
Michael Vey. Pretty good. Obviously I had to finish it in one day.
Reading, not a hobby, a way of life.

Speaking of hobbies:
Blogstalking,
Here are the current favorites:
Jessie
Meagan
Calea
Hailey

Blackmail pictures make things interesting

Lets play catch up. 

February is moving by too fast to stop and take time to blog.

My apologies. 

To make up for my crappy blogging lately, 

here's a catch up post:

That picture? Blackmail is ok by me. 

Don't worry I have more. 

This is what goes on when my mom has parent teacher conference. 

The bachelor two night event. 

They went to Canada. Seriously? 

"Gee Shaun, where do you think is the best place to fall in love?" 

"Oh, Canada."

"Canada eh?"

Of course someone gets hypothermia.

My Dad just so happens to be in Florida. 

My mother informed me that he is going to Universal Studios. 

excuse me while I curl up in a ball and cry.

How do you study for biology tests? 

I make cookies. 

Everything relates to biology.

I call myself nerd. It's fine.

January was not fun. 

I decided I had two options; 

A: Punish myself for sucking that month

B: reward myself for getting all the way through the month without it ending in death. 

I decided rewards are more fun. 

120 crayons? Yes please! 

Sometimes I forget to put on mascara. 

woops. 

by the end of winter I care more about sleeping in a little longer

than doing unimportant things like breakfast and putting on pants. 

My brother and I have brother-sister bonder time

we watch the bachelor together.

I'm ok with that. 

Emily is staying over at my house. 

She has very quite footsteps

I might have been frightened more than once. 

"Ah, unagi." 

Did you enjoy this monster of a post?

Sorry (not sorry) 

Have a great February. 

Buy yourself some crayons.

sassy people are my favorite people

I think sassy is one of the best thing you can be. 

Second in line is with family. 

That is the beauty of the holidays

You can be both. 

Here in my house we play Nancy Drew and procrastinate our Christmas shopping.

We make paper snowflakes and fight over the computer. 

Breakfast is always an adventure. 

Amberly gets married in two days. 

That's a weird thought. 

The world ends in one day.

That's not really a weird thought. 

How do we feel about twitter? 

Also, I am currently hiring out as a creeper. 

Here for all your creeping needs 

contact me at 

1-800-creep

Have a great break kids. 

If you should live past tomorrow. 

More awkwardness and some screen shots

Lets just say there have been a lot of these things lately:

I still don't know if I am going to pass this test. 

Also, for your enjoyment, and because I am sick of looking up states and capitals tests online,

Here are some awkward happenings of late:

I've become a marriage counselor. It's fine.

My parents know more about my life than I do. 

A kid stole a note out of my pocket and he may or may not have been in it.
Now I know why ladies used to wear nothing but skirts and dresses.
Can you say Awkward?

I wear an unusual amount of polka-dots to YW in excellence.
Basically my reasoning is this;
I want to wear this skirt.
I also want to wear these tights.
They don't match.
Wear them anyways.

I got myself some "swag" in the assembly today from the star of the show
American Ride.
Buffs that say BYUtv on them are pretty cool.

People look at you funny when you hide in the Relief Society room
drawing a map of the United States on the bored.
I do whatever I can to study.
Speaking of which;
I have found the best way for me to study.
I quiz someone else who knows nothing about the subject
then while they try and figure out the answer I scream it at them.
It's quite effective.

Well here's to awkwardness kids.
I have a new definition of Awkwardness are you ready?
JR. HIGH

the definition of awkward.

Prepare yourself kids. There are no pictures in this post. 

Here's a challange; Define Awkward in 2 words.

My definition: this weekend.

Lets just say there was a lot of ping pong

and snowball fights

and sean the sheep.

and apples to apples.

with just a little bit of power puff girls thrown in there. 

Also, today my goal was to be out of bed at 8:00 am

lets just say I didn't quite reach it. 

9:30 is cool too.

No shave November is my best friend.

So are tights

(I'm going to let you put those two together)

My mom may or may not have been a little disappointed 

when our "special state conference" wasn't because Elder Bednar was coming.

The North Field stake got him. 

Brother Keech is pretty cool though. 

Apparently I have inherited my fathers phobia of dirty, slimy water.

Pretty much slimy things give me the creeps. 

I have to wash things off in the sink with a spatula. 

It's fine. 

I'm torn between having a social life and wanting to stay at home in sweat pants all day. 

Lucky me, with my friends, I can do both.

But it is still a little weird to leave your friend on the couch with your laptop 

while you are in the shower.

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. 

don't carry the world upon your shoulders

I'm sorry I have been making these kinds of posts lately.

But not sorry enough to change.

I just realized that when I finally go see The Avengers again,

My sister won't be there.

The rain is fantastic. 

The thunder and lightning are even better. 

In case you are wondering, I'm not being sarcastic. 

I seriously love rain. 

We went to park city today and the killers were playing.

In downeast. I hadn't heard the song before. 

But I would like to hear it again. 

If you have read Brooklyn's post about that one book she loves

Then you will get that she had me read it when she was done.

I read it until 1:30 last night. 

I loved it. 

In Park City the world turned into fall.

I can no longer restrain myself from boots and sweaters.

Or uncontrollable excitement. 

I have changed the title 3 times because I'm listening to the beatles.

And it's just hard not to. 

This is as good as it's gunna get.

On her weekends off, my mom goes and runs half marathons. 

I can barely ride my bike to the library. 

Its fine.

In Biology Mr. Whitaker plays the beatles while we draw. 

Shame there were none of my favorites. 

I guess beggars can't be choosers. 

My days go like this, 

school, homework, dinner, shower, scriptures, bed

then it repeats. 

I decided that they should replace all math with deductive reasoning

and all school with seminary. 

That would be ideal. 

My letters take a long time to get to Cammie.

And then the mail people send them back because I didn't put enough stamps.

They also broke my time turner. 

Rude. 

9:00 church, babies.

My sunday school class had better prepare for low tolerance 

and a grumpy girl.

And by my sunday school class I mean Jaron. 

I guess this is a good enough to pass as a post 

and I won't feel guilty about my writers block for at least another 3 days.

Cheers children.