til i find somebody new

And so it is just like you said it would be. . .

Most of the time.

when you're too in love to let it go

Some days aren't your best. . .

And all you wish is that a boy would sing this to you 

...and maybe a chocolate cupcake with vanilla frosting.

(keep dreaming)

this city is my city and i love it

Mascot: Mr. Potes

Photobooth on the bus, wonderful

troublemakers in the back

don't mess

"oh my stars"--Ali Harrison

We've got a potato

IDAHO

Took this for Lauren

Boise Idaho-- the only place Fred Meyer still exists

Mr. Potes

love my girls

phase'n it

we are winners and we win this awesome trophy

Bob Firman himself

Favorite part of the trip?

Jaimie giving a motivational lecture type thing the night before the race. She compares the story of Moses to our hard work. Moses didn't give up, he worked hard, lalalam you know the story, it's Moses. Here's the dialog. . . 

"So Moses, didn't just get what he wanted when he wanted it. After he parted the red sea he was still in the wilderness for, what? 40 years!"

"Moses never even made it to the promised land!"

"Right"

Then we all just burst out laughing because it was hilarious. I mean, he didn't even get the overall goal and Jaimie totally agreed without realizing it. Oh I love Mormon humor.

One other funny part, we had to stop somewhere on the way home and about 5 minutes driving on the freeway after our stop we realized we were driving the wrong way. (We had to take a car and a bus, so I went home in the car because I was sick) The next stop was like 5 minutes from that. It was classic.

currents will pull us

You know when you take a nap after school then someone calls you? Then you panic and freak out thinking you slept in, and convince yourself that it's Saturday and you didn't really sleep in? Then the lady on the phone asks you if you are busy tomorrow on Tuesday and you freak out thinking you totally missed school? And somehow this all happens in a split second and then you remember that you took a nap and it's Monday?

And you still don't have your Harris Teeter sandwich and the closest one is still 1,000 miles away.

That's my afternoon.

Ps. I am in looove with Ethan Baird. Just saying.

if i had a million dollars

Pinterest is my favorite thing ever. But sometimes, it depresses me.

$292

On a blog, cannot find online

$278

No place to buy it

$1395

If I had more money, dress shopping would be simple.

when you try your best

In the scriptures it reads, "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heavens" 

So maybe it's not my cross country season. Last year, I gained so much from my season. I learned a lot about myself, and my abilities. Last season, each week I would get consecutively better, I would PR, I would feel great.  Maybe it was my time for that last year.

But here's the thing: I coudn't train this summer like I did last summer, I lost two valuable months. Instead it was my season to go to Maryland, where I also learned about myself and my abilities. I'm busy with student government and yearbook. I will be starting play practice on Tuesday, I have missed XC for some reasons or another.

The point is: it's my season for other things. It's time to grow in other places. I never intended to be the best runner on the team, I only intended to become better. However, comparing times from last year, seeing how much I haven't improved, it only get's me down. I'm becoming someone better by the other things I have been and will continue to do.

Sometimes we're our biggest fear because we don't know ourselves as well as we think. That's where faith and trust in the Lord comes in. We can only learn so much about ourselves in a small amount of time. Believe in his timing.

sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows

Today is probably the best day I have had in a long time. Everything went my way today. Here I go boasting about my great day!

No first, that's always great, but when your best friend Sarah Thayne comes over to do homework and eat breakfast and then skip third. 3 hours, then a class, then lunch with your best friend (so being with her from 7:30-12:45) automatically makes it a good day.

Musical Theater- oh my goodness, that was so great. Brower and Larson were working on the cast list for the play, so we played games and hosted our own class. My musical theater class is absolutely wonderful.

So they put the cast list up for the school play, 93 people made it in the show. I still didn't know if I was to make it! BUT I did. And so 30 people have speaking lines and by some miracle I got one. Okay, so maybe I will say one line, (who knows) but still, I have never done anything like this. I am SO excited. I know it's not a big deal, but it is for me.

XC- we only ran like 2 and a half miles. Hooray!

After that I took the kids to a soccer game, then I ditched them at home. Eric came and got me and we went to the volleyball game. "We" won a shirt. (really Eric "stole" it from me, but we decided to take turns with it), then went to the band thing. I got to shadow Maren, oh my that was such a wonderful experience. I had so much fun.


Then I came home, blogged, and  I need to eat dinner. All I have had is half of Eric's sandwich because he is a gentleman and shares his jackets and sandwiches. As much as I want to kill him, we have a good student body president.

i'm just stuck in a moment with you

Here's my day so far: school, xc, shower, dinner, act class and now it is time for psych homework and cleaning the kitchen.

I live a time fulfilling, busy, hectic life. And mostly,


I love it that way. 






But sometimes I miss the good old days when I had time to talk on that bench, or stand around for hours.

Just saying. 

even heroes have the right to bleed

I think it was the only day I ever spent at my dad's house on a school night. I remember that morning. Everyone was in a rush, school was going to start and we were still in Springville. As kids, we didn't understand it wasn't like every morning at home with our mom. We thought we could still watch our usual 15 minutes of Arthur before we had to leave. We quickly turned the tv on. My dad spattered in the room, turning the tv off telling us it was time to go. We got in the car and drove to school. 

I don't remember the exact moment I found out. But I remember seeing those videos. My almost 8 year old self didn't understand the tragedy, but I realized that this was something huge. Two buildings crumbled to the ground.  There are few moments I remember distinctively from elementary school. Three to be exact-- the Twin Towers falling, Elizabeth Smart being kidnapped, and the day she was found. How come our brain remembers tragedy?

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 . . . . . . . . . .

Ten years later, 9/11 is much more to me. It's representing something bigger than it really is. It represents hope, unity and courage.  Documentary after documentary, and we still don't know what it felt like to be one of them. We are the generation of 9/11. We must remember it, and remember it always, "Freedom isn't free". It comes with a price. Thousands of men and women died in those buildings. Firefighters, policemen, and every day people were killed in innocence. Millions have been killed because of the war this started.

On the news it talked about people who want to stop teaching the kids the Pledge of Allegiance because it says "God" in it. However, no matter how many people try to argue, or pretend like God isn't watching over us, they don't comprehend the whole point. God was there that day, and he has been ever since then.


In as much of a catastrophe as that was, too many miracles took place that day for us to feel that God forgot us.

confess your love as well as your folley

When clouds are gray and skies are dark, the rain falls.




I wonder.









Do you ever regret giving everything in your life up?





Or tell me, are you happy now?

i can tell that we are gonna be friends

I have a best friend.  He doesn't have a name because I don't name inanimate objects.
Here he is. . . Be jealous. I know Eric and Iszy are. 

yes, the waterbottle

On a side note, we went to the girls volleyball game tonight at Provo. It was honestly SO much fun! I even made up a cheer that we actually used. If you aren't coming to volleyball games, change that! They are honestly the greatest. Go and I promise you will have a good time!

One day I'll fly away, leave all this to yesterday.

(all i do is ask myself if i will ever be good enough)

it feels a little worse

Let's just say. . .

I've had better days.

but that's the way it goes

You know when you want something, but you don't, but you do? I hate that feeling.

Exhibit A: BYU is a great school full of great people. If I were able to go there, that would be great. But then football season starts, and all of the sudden I have no desire to go there anymore. "Go cougs!" "Rise and Shout!" "BYU!!!" Freak EVERYONE, it's COLLEGE FOOTBALL. I hate when BYU status' clog up my news feed on Facebook. All of these people who believe it is BYU or nothing bug the heck out of me.  One moment, BYU sounds like the best idea in the world to me, and the next the thought of going there makes me want to puke. I don't want to have to decide where to go to college. I don't want to have to think about the factors that go into it. (Money, education, future husband. . . ) College is creeping up way too soon for me. Too many decisions to make, way too fast.

Exhibit B: Did you know in precisely two months (a little less than that now) I turn 18? What the freak? I am not old enough to be an actual adult. Turning 18 does me jack-diddly until I graduate. I still have to live at my house and follow rules. So really, I guess moving out is the thing I cannot wait for. Except that means all of the sudden I am responsible for paying for myself. I don't know if I am ready for that. I want to move out, but somehow have my life paid for at the same time.

 Exhibit C: Sometimes having a boy sounds so desirable. Oh goodness, doesn't it? Someone to talk to, text, cuddle, care about you, to kiss in the rain (okay and not in the rain) Oh but having a boy makes me want to punch a wall. Okay not really, I just don't want a boy. But I do. Okay, let's be real, I DON'T. But sometimes I am human too and I want someone to care.

Life is coming at me fast. I don't know what to do with it. It's scary, I'm nervous and I just want to sleep through all of it.

i hope you dance

I can feel it. . . the homecoming hype is coming.

That sucks.  I am stressed enough as it is already.

This boy took me last year and now we are lovers. Shhh.. don't tell anyone.

 





could i for once be one of the girls who doesn't have to wait for all of my friends to get asked and then getting asked "by chance" (when they convince someone to ask me) a weekend or so after them? that would be a lovely change.