The Truth

The truth is I have no idea how to explain my life right now.

At times I run from growing up

I got to tell you the truth.
I am possessive over photos.
Green is probably my favorite color.
I am going to wear heels forever now.
I sometimes really want to paint.
I enjoy watching Iron Chef America.
I skip to the ones with Micheal Symon.
My teachers from last year changed my life.
I am a huge nerd.
I forget about buying birthday presents.
I hide Cadbury Eggs from the rest of my family.
I enjoy red nail polish.
I sometimes prefer my sisters to my friends.
In my soul I am a hippie.
I hate missing Seminary.
On Easter I stuff my face with candy.
I hoard the rolls my grandma gives me.
I find posts like this fun to write.
It's easier to explain things in lists.
I didn't really like The Fault In Our Stars.
I sort of hate social media.
Sometimes I am rather narcissistic.
I really like big words.
At times I run from growing up.
I got to tell you the truth.

Just another pointless post.

Whatever. We like twirling ok? 

Today during family night I discovered that I have the same personality as William Shakespeare. I am honestly intensely proud of this moment.

Mermaid class starts in 11 days. Fancy that.

I'm sorry the whole blogging thing hasn't been happening lately.

I've taken to drawing pickles with crayons. Stake Conference does weird things to me.

Last night I finished the Westing Game. I seriously recommend it to anyone who likes puzzle mysteries.

Today I drove by myself a little which is honestly the most freeing feeling in the world.

It's only taken me a week to write this post so I hope you enjoyed it.

Whatever and the end.

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. 

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. 

Who says we have to let it go?

A few secrets I think should be made know:

The first day of high school, you're going to step into the school and think to yourself, "This is nothing like High School Musical."

High School does not last for your entire life. It may seem that way, but don't worry, it's actually only three years. What?

If you do your hair in the morning, I promise you're day will be better. I don't know why it works, it doesn't even need to look good, it will just make it better. 

Sometimes, the books that you need to read for school are actually really good books with interesting morals, so don't let the analyzing ruin your perspective. 

The teacher that work at the school aren't actually prison wardens or devil worshipers, they're nice people who want you to learn if you just give them a chance. 

Even if you feel a little overwhelmed by high school and all that it implies, there should always, always be time in your life for breakfast. Just saying. 

Sleep is priceless and I promise you it's ok to choose sleeping over a social activity. Your friends will understand, and if they don't, then their priorities are completely screwed up and you probably don't mean that much to them anyway.

Classical music is not actually a sin and if you stopped to give it a chance by listening to it while you do your homework, you might find it's actually very nice. 

It's not worth it to settle for a grade. No teacher is going to beat you for expecting more out of yourself. I promise that if you ask, you might just find a way to make things better. 

If important things in your life like school, or religious beliefs are falling by the wayside in your schedule then maybe something you're doing is really not that important and should be dropped out of your life. 

You don't have to be anyone but yourself. You don't have to follow any rules about who you are. You don't have to be your mother, or your father, or your sister. You don't have to be a certain type of person. It's never to late to change who you are if you're not who you want to be. 

Anyway, I hope you didn't mind that this post didn't have any pictures and also is very rambled and really has no meaning. I was told to "write while the fire was in me" and apparently watching High School Musical lights a fire. 

Swag makes me gag

I decided that "swag" is a drug, that everyone is secretly taking. I am not interested in drugs, I keep the word of wisdom. Back off swaggies. The word "swag" actually has three informal definitions:

A) Money or goods taken by a thief or burglar.

B) Products given away for free, typically for promotional purposes.

C) Marijuana. Typically of a low grade. 

 Did you know that in the United States, 97 people die a year from "swag"? Ok, so I just made that up, but at least 97 swaggies are probably murdered a year by the folks who find them obnoxious. Swag is deadly. I just want to let everyone in on a little secret now, "swag" is not a synonym with "cool". It is a synonym with "cheap marijuana". In case you are suffering a bad case of "swagvocabitis" I have a few suggestions for you on some new words to describe yourself that are actual synonyms with "cool":

-Lover of family

-Subject of a black and white photo

-Owner of a nice camera

-Online shopper

-Watcher of "My Cat From Hell"

-Late sleeper

-Kind to others

-Close to the spirit

-Player of Nancy Drew

-Reader of good books

-Open minded

-Hard worker

-Lover of the light

-Shakespearean enthusiast 

-Kindred spirit

Well, now that your vocabulary consists of more words than "swag" and "yolo", I hope you will start to change the world, one synonym at a time. Now go out, take chances, make mistakes and (most importantly) be cool and not swaggy. 

Hipsterween

I guess it was a holiday or something because Hannah and I dressed up as missionaries. For the win.

Basically Nancy Drew has taken over my entire life. I have no time for anything else except maybe candy. Halloween was too good to me.

My favorite thing about fall is that the stars come out at about 6:30 and so after dinner I can just sit around craning my neck getting lost in the stars.

Sick as a dog is how I live each day. Just sitting around, feeling awful nasty, but those who don't complain are never pitied. It's a shame I all too often complain.

My artistic tendencies have dried up completely. Two weeks ago I was all for drawing and painting but now all I want to do is curl up in bed and watch Pride and Prejudice.

Food is my best friend. Food understands. Food doesn't make me do homework. Food doesn't flirt with boys instead of talking to me. Food has my back. I love you, Food.

They say "It's going to snow soon." In my language that means "Yeah basically, it's Christmas right now, you should probably pull out the nativities."

Some people call me lazy but they don't know that every day I work very hard to improve my most pronounced skill. It takes hard work and effort to be this good at procrastinating.

That's it for now folks, I've got to move on now to something else that can distract me from what I should actually be doing. 

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?

Happy as can be

You know that primary song you had to sing every Father's day? The one that goes like this:

"I'm so glad when daddy comes home, happy as can be. Clap my hands and shout for joy then climb up on his knee." Well that song is currently stuck in my head, and you know why? Because my dad's coming home tomorrow. That's all. 

I've turned myself into a zombie by reading a ridiculous amount each day. It all started when I was reading Pride and Prejudice and they used the word "fortnight" a lot. (a fortnight is about two weeks, by the way) Then the next few days after I finished reading Pride and Prejudice I kept reading a lot and I decided I wanted to keep reading a lot every day for a fortnight. Just so I could use the word fortnight. 

Every now and then I try and imagine what people's inner animals might be. Once someone told me that my inner animal was a lion and I kinda stuck to that. So far I have given out the inner animals, a fox, a gazelle, a flamingo, and the cat that Esma turns into in The Emperor's New Groove. I've decided sometimes inner animals can be changed depending on someone's mood. Lately my inner animals have been Crookshanks (Hermione's cat), something dead that still has to get up and walk around, and Elvis. I'm just sayin', he's an animal. 

Goodbye readers or whatever. I imagine I'll write again in about a fortnight. 

The End

Ramble away the day

Ramblings of late:

I have this awkward habit of ripping out my eyebrows. I don't know what it means, hopefully I don't create awful bald spots in the near future.

Usually, at the start of a new season I like to post about what I'm excited about and what I'm dreading but I'm afraid I can't do that this season. The reason is, there simply are no cons to fall. Thats all. I can't think of anything wrong with it at all. 

I have a stalker. It's fine. Actually a few stalkers who are really obvious but think I don't know. Word to the wise, if you plan on stalking someone, don't do it in packs. Just saying. 

My math teacher seems to believe that PG kids are a little on the slow side. Well at least he did until all the best scores on his most recent test were PG kids. That's right KP, chew on that.

I was recently asked if I would rather swallow a fly or a caterpillar. I chose a caterpillar because I read somewhere that if you swallow a fly you have to go on to swallow a spider to catch the fly and that spider wriggles and jiggles and wriggles inside you. Plus then you have to go on to swallow a bird and a cat and a dog and it just seems like a lot of work. Perhaps I'd die!

In case you're some reader who actually cares when I don't post things I usually post, I promise I had a spiritual sunday planed, it just got delayed. Very very delayed so I'll have it for you tomorrow deal?

Anyways, happy fall kids, watch out for flies...

Basically

We got a new toilet. 

I was the first to go in it.

I am very proud of that fact.

My lawn and I are very similar.
We both love it when it rains.

I'm a Sophomore. 

(a poem)

Big bad new school.

All the kids think they're the chedder,

But I know better,

They're not so cool. 

If books were cake I would be fat.

And happy. 

But books aren't cake,

So I'm not fat.

Just happy.

I hid a dream catcher in my closet.

I want you all to know now that I am petty. 

And I am very very concerned about shoes.

Go home highschool. 

You're drunk.

Making history

This blog is starving, but I'm listening to High School Musical and my clothes smell like my dryer sheets so it's all alright. I've found that I hate blogs that write too many words and say nothing but I've also found that I don't care so suck it up and read, it will get you ready for school to start again. 

Once upon a time I creeped in the middle of the night (aka 10:30) with two good friends to a boys house and threw rocks at his window. As luck would have it, he wasn't home. I think I said YOLO a lot that night. I hate myself for that just so you know. 

Stake dances, I've become an expert. Let me teach you the trick to slow dances. A) Mentally will yourself not to sweat on your hands. I believe in the power of the mind. B) Develop the ability to make slow dance small talk i.e. "Where do you want to go on your mission?" "Who would play you in the movie of your life?" "if your phone had a voice, whose would you want it to sound like?" C) Never ever, ever ask what color their toothbrush is. It's just getting old. 

If you haven't ever read Ella Enchanted then you are missing in a piece of literary magic. I swear that book will never get old. The ending always brings me to tears and I don't cry easily. Well except lately, lately I cry over everything and then people have to put up with me crying to them over the phone or opening all the cupboards. 

My cousin and his wife have two little boys, they are huge, curly haired, polynesian boys and they're adorable. They know my name but like to call me "girl" or sometimes "blue girl". Maybe I should stop wearing blue around them. They like to pick unripe grapes off the vine and pucker up their faces when they realize they're super sour. They are coming to live at my house for two days and I can't wait. I had better take lots of naps until then, they are very exhausting. 

I'm yours and that's it. Whatever.

I have blogging constipation.
I'm determined to make a post.
Lately I watch Master Chef.
I make myself dinner midnight snacks.
That's all I can squeeze out for now.