Sunday, January 9, 2011
Photo Booth is too fun.
I keep replaying Justin Bieber's "Baby" song. As in over, and over, and over again.
I cried at church today. Dang that Sophia Osmond, she is the best girl ever.
McKann and I are going to see "The Foreigner" on Thursday. One of my fondest memories of my father is when he was in that play. Probably the happiest I have ever been with him.
Speaking of my father, I went to his old house yesterday with Christian and Sarah. It was weird to see it. I remembered dreading going there, weekend after weekend, being separated from my mom and dad. I hated leaving them to see father and Merily. I remembered going there one weekend and seeing that he married her in the photos. I remembered being invited to my own fathers wedding. I remembered playing with the neighborhood girls. I remembered I never got to say goodbye to them. All I have wanted to do is say goodbye to them.
I always thought my grandpa was buried in Provo. Yesterday, I found out he was buried in Springville.
I am in love with Ingrid Michaelson Pandora.
I just got a text from KC that said "Mayson the Rabbi" . . . What the heck?
I love running. LOVE IT.
It is Christian Paiva's birthday. Sarah and I were there with him, the moment he turned 17, right at midnight, we are cool like that.
Today at church, Shannon and I couldn't stop laughing at the funniest things.
I got rid of 3/4ths of my clothes. I cleaned my room. I am ready to go get new clothes now.
I ate a slushie yesterday. Reminded me of Juno.
I have this fear of teachers. I feel like I talk to them about my grade. They say not to worry. I worry anyway. I don't feel like they pull through unless you bother the heck out of them.
I have an irrational fear about not getting into college. I don't know why. I have good, good grades. I do extra curricular activities. It's the ACT I am worried about. I have only taken the practice and that was not very good, but I also didn't try to hard.
I only get to be in my seminary class two more days. I may cry. I have the best class in the whole world. Brother Olivas is the best man I have met in my whole life.
I love Mormon Messages. A lot. A lot.
Stookey on my skate ramp. Best thing ever.