there was a boy, a very strange enchanted boy...

Moulin Rouge anyone? Great music.

Ok but really, there is a boy.

He is such a great kid. I love him dearly. He makes me very happy. Find me a boy who can quote my favorite movies with me. Find me a boy who can sing all my favorite songs by heart. Find me a boy who can talk to me about whatever. Find me a boy who is so dang cute. Oh wait, I found that. Now I challenge you to find me someone better. You won't. Not anytime soon at least. I am so glad me and this boy are friends. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world even knowing him.

The End.

Ugly Sweater Stag

Um... let me just say, that was the best night I have had in a LONG time.

Thanks to great friends, Lydia Nielsen, Chrystalyn Finch, and Emily Curtis.

Boys. (need I say more?!?!)

Dancing.

A plastic plant. (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. HA.)

And 2 whole points.

I love nights like this. :)

Forgiveness: My Burden Was Made Light

"I'm grateful that God allows tragedies and trials to occur in our lives. Not because they are easy, or because they're desired, but because they help us to love"

If this man can forgive, so can I.

Sometimes we have to deal with things that don't seem fair. Sometimes we have a hard time forgiving people of things they did- days, weeks, months, years ago. Sometimes we just can't let go. But the moments where we show true love, true Christlike attitudes, are when we forgive anyway. Despite the fact that they don't come out and apologize, despite the fact that they don't care about the way we hurt, despite the fact that they should be there, should have been there and won't be there, we should forgive. We are all human. We all mess up. But if we want a little forgiveness (or even a lot of forgiveness), we must forgive everyone. It's not always easy, but it is always worth it.

Something I Shouldn't Have EVER Learned

Logical Fallacies make it almost impossible to get along with my parents.

Wasn't it hard enough as it was before I learned about these?

I like to argue. If you know me, you know that. I get that FROM my parents. But if I argue, that's wrong to them. Sit there and take it. Sit there and let me yell at you but if you yell back, you are grounded forever. Well, I learned that from someone obviously.

AHHIHFJKLAHFKJAHFLKJSDHFLKSHDFLKJSHFLKJSHDF!!!!! They are so annoying.

EVERY argument we get in, their reasons are ALL logical fallacies. Yeah, I'm a teenager so sometimes we are BOTH wrong. But the thing is, they are ALWAYS wrong.

I wish I could call them out on it. But first of all, they would have NO idea what I am talking about. Second, if I explained it, they would be mad I would ever say that to them.

They drive me crazy.

I love them, they do a lot for me, but they just need to figure out how to make me want to do stuff besides "because I said so" and "because I'M THE PARENT". To me, it's pointless. Those arguments just make me more mad.

I'm a Jerk

Today, I realized it. Why didn't anyone tell me?

Well it started in English when we were talking about public humiliation, we went on and on about how it's wrong.

But then I thought, aren't blogs basically publicly humiliating people if you post stuff about them on it?

I am overly guilty of this crime. I'm a jerk.

I just always justify with "No one reads my blog" or "Well, it's the truth" or "I want to express myself"

But the fact is, I have done just what we were talking about in class.

What if he had a post about all the things I did? What would we say?

He'd probably call me heartless- - because I was to him.

He'd probably say I flirt with everyone.

He'd say I argue about everything.

He'd say that I am the queen of saying hurtful things. (which, sadly I have said the worst things to him, things I should never had said)

He'd probably talk about how crazy I am.

I wonder if he would say anything nice. Probably not.

I could say nice things about him. I am sure I do sometimes.

My nice list....

He is easy to talk to.

He is decent looking.

He can answer my questions about the church.

Sadly, thats about all I can think of.

Like I said, I am a jerk.

Then as I thought about it, someone told me about his lead in the school play. Of course I couldn't just be nice and happy for him-- I was mad. I am required to go to the dumb thing for drama. I hate how everything in the school year is scheduled the same year after year. I don't need to relive everything.

So yeah, I am a jerk.

I am sorry for being a jerk. I will work harder to be nicer. I know that I can be nicer if I tried harder.

My Favorite Place in the Whole Wide World

I love Washington DC.

I do.

And guess what? I am going there.

You know it.

I can't wait til March.

:)

This Guilt Consumes Me

I never knew loving him hurt someone so bad.

This is the "You Belong With Me" type of hurt that I hate hate hate, double hate, loathe entirely, feeling. This is the type of hurt, no girl deserves to feel. Boys shouldn't lead on 5 million girls at once. Even if they are just being your friend, it hurts. Boys shouldn't say someone is important to them if they just say the same thing to another girl, 5 minutes after the other girl is gone. Boys are dumb. Especially him.

The thing is, I understand how it hurts to watch him love someone else. The crap he feeds her is unfair. I know it's crap, because he said the exact same things to me.

What's worse? Never hearing the lie for yourself, or hearing it everyday for 6 months and believing it? I honestly cannot pick.

It's true, almost all my favorite songs remind me of him. It's true, I never could wear heels around him. It's true, he does only care about the stupid girl of his life. It's true, you are stuck up. Everything she said was true.

But the fact is, we were both victims of his sick love game.