I know I'm far from perfect,
But what I say it true,
That my whole life I've been striving,
To follow the example left by you.
You gave me peace and comfort,
When my soul could find no rest,
You were my joy when all was gone,
And for that I am so blessed.
Please stay with me forever,
Please take away my pride,
I know that when I need your help,
You will always lead and guide.
The blood you bled for my sins,
I will forever be in debt,
So I will do everything I can,
To keep the promises that I've kept.
I know I'll make mistakes,
I am human after all, but
Through your sacrifice I know,
That you will catch me when I fall.
Lord, let me love like you do,
Give me strength when I am weak,
Hold me in your embrace forever,
My soul is yours to keep.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Darkness
My soul has lost its way,
Think fog and darkness all around,
Darkness, even at the break of day,
Suffering cause of what I haven't found.
When my eyes are closed the world is black,
And I thought it would be hard,
To Turn around and walk all the way back,
And lay down some brand new cards.
I never realized how easy it would be,
To simply open up my eyes,
The light could fill me up and strengthen me,
And to my sins bid final goodbyes.
If only we could realize,
That however far we run,
He will always be there when we turn around,
God's only begotten son.
Think fog and darkness all around,
Darkness, even at the break of day,
Suffering cause of what I haven't found.
When my eyes are closed the world is black,
And I thought it would be hard,
To Turn around and walk all the way back,
And lay down some brand new cards.
I never realized how easy it would be,
To simply open up my eyes,
The light could fill me up and strengthen me,
And to my sins bid final goodbyes.
If only we could realize,
That however far we run,
He will always be there when we turn around,
God's only begotten son.
Lord of Trance
His arms are flailing about,
In an organized way,
He unleashes his dance moves,
In the bright light of day.
Illuminating the dim,
The crowd gathers around,
Exciting each body,
Moving to pure sound.
Each person takes off,
To each his own,
A brilliant tapestry,
Of dancing is sewn.
The music stops,
They again become sane,
Each goes their separate ways,
Returning to the mundane.
In an organized way,
He unleashes his dance moves,
In the bright light of day.
Illuminating the dim,
The crowd gathers around,
Exciting each body,
Moving to pure sound.
Each person takes off,
To each his own,
A brilliant tapestry,
Of dancing is sewn.
The music stops,
They again become sane,
Each goes their separate ways,
Returning to the mundane.
Haiku and Cinquain Poems
Snow
Resting on my car
Unwelcome, soggy snowflakes
Screw Mother Nature
Sin City
Desert city lights
We will show you a good time
Vegas is the shiz
Stairs
Tall, tiring
Climb, step, elevate
A journey in itself
Stairs
Resting on my car
Unwelcome, soggy snowflakes
Screw Mother Nature
Sin City
Desert city lights
We will show you a good time
Vegas is the shiz
Stairs
Tall, tiring
Climb, step, elevate
A journey in itself
Stairs
Simple Pleasures
Sinking into a warm bubble bath,
Realizing I have leftovers from my favorite restaurant,
Watching your friend laugh after telling a joke.
These I have loved.
The first bite of a rice crispy treat,
Early mornings and cuddling with my puppy,
The satisfying burn of working muscles,
These I have loved.
Cutting the shopping tags off brand new clothes,
Reading letters from missionaries,
Dancing in the club with music pumping,
These I have loved.
Finding a five dollar bill on the ground,
Listening to Techno music,
Running warm water over my hands,
These I have loved.
Being with the ones I care for,
Watching sunrises and sunsets,
Daydreams of my future,
These I have loved.
Realizing I have leftovers from my favorite restaurant,
Watching your friend laugh after telling a joke.
These I have loved.
The first bite of a rice crispy treat,
Early mornings and cuddling with my puppy,
The satisfying burn of working muscles,
These I have loved.
Cutting the shopping tags off brand new clothes,
Reading letters from missionaries,
Dancing in the club with music pumping,
These I have loved.
Finding a five dollar bill on the ground,
Listening to Techno music,
Running warm water over my hands,
These I have loved.
Being with the ones I care for,
Watching sunrises and sunsets,
Daydreams of my future,
These I have loved.
Fictional Story - GREENER
They were evacuating the hospital. I escorted the maternity ward out onto the dusty street. Fearful that any one of them could go into labor at any moment, I hurried them along to the building they would be staying in.
Sandals slapped against the dull brick road, white hospital dresses fluttered in the breeze, and big, round tummies slowly bounced with each footstep. I imagine how strange this might look to someone watching. Ten impregnated women taking an afternoon walk. This wasn’t a leisurely walk, however. In a war torn country, we often had to flee from our homes to hide in the sparse bomb shelters around the neighborhood. I was sure the same thing was on every mother-to-be’s mind – ‘How will I raise a child in this environment?’
Not far from the hospital, Frances and Eduardo are sending their dear son a letter. His name is Pablo, and he is in America, going to college. Frances signs a check for his last semester of tuition. It is all they have left in their bank account. Eduardo kisses his wife’s shoulder. They love their son very much, willing to sacrifice everything, even down to their last nickel, for Pablo to get a quality, American education.
The setting sun glitters on the dirty, cheap buildings. Having no idea what they will have to eat the following morning, they pull out their chairs and turn to the post office to send off the precious letter and check. When they get in line, there are about nine people waiting in line. However, one group of aristocratic men stick out like a sore thumb among the people dressed in dull, dirty clothes. One even holds some brandy in a glass while he waits in like, carrying a magazine and a large stack of official-looking envelopes and what appears to be bodyguards on his right and left.
“What is a man like that doing in the post office?” Eduardo murmurs to his wife.
The man overhears him say this and turns to Eduardo and says, “I am Jacobo Esteves, son of the dictator of this country. I am fleeing from this country, because I do not agree with my father’s beliefs. He will kill me unless I leave. But before I leave, I must send some of my father’s secret plans to the United States.”
Lisle peeks out of her ‘rock house’ that she plays in when her family visits their beach house. She looks up into the sky and watches the plane that Jacobo Esteves is traveling on. She wonders who the people are on the plane, and where they are going. She jumps out of her playhouse and spreads her arms as wide as they can. Imitating the sounds of an airplane, her feet soar across the grass, then sand, finally hitting the salty sea waves. She wishes she could fly away just like that plane – to freedom. Away from two parents addicted to money and their jobs. She knows on the outside, her family looks successful, even perfect. But everything is not as what it seems. Her hand glides over her bruised, scratched arm that her daddy left her when he got too drunk and angry. If I was on my plane, Lisle thinks, I would fly across the ocean to a pretty little village and make friends with the children that lived there.
“Lisle!” her mother’s voice sounds over the waves, “Come inside!”
Her daydreaming would have to wait until tomorrow.
Sandals slapped against the dull brick road, white hospital dresses fluttered in the breeze, and big, round tummies slowly bounced with each footstep. I imagine how strange this might look to someone watching. Ten impregnated women taking an afternoon walk. This wasn’t a leisurely walk, however. In a war torn country, we often had to flee from our homes to hide in the sparse bomb shelters around the neighborhood. I was sure the same thing was on every mother-to-be’s mind – ‘How will I raise a child in this environment?’
Not far from the hospital, Frances and Eduardo are sending their dear son a letter. His name is Pablo, and he is in America, going to college. Frances signs a check for his last semester of tuition. It is all they have left in their bank account. Eduardo kisses his wife’s shoulder. They love their son very much, willing to sacrifice everything, even down to their last nickel, for Pablo to get a quality, American education.
The setting sun glitters on the dirty, cheap buildings. Having no idea what they will have to eat the following morning, they pull out their chairs and turn to the post office to send off the precious letter and check. When they get in line, there are about nine people waiting in line. However, one group of aristocratic men stick out like a sore thumb among the people dressed in dull, dirty clothes. One even holds some brandy in a glass while he waits in like, carrying a magazine and a large stack of official-looking envelopes and what appears to be bodyguards on his right and left.
“What is a man like that doing in the post office?” Eduardo murmurs to his wife.
The man overhears him say this and turns to Eduardo and says, “I am Jacobo Esteves, son of the dictator of this country. I am fleeing from this country, because I do not agree with my father’s beliefs. He will kill me unless I leave. But before I leave, I must send some of my father’s secret plans to the United States.”
Lisle peeks out of her ‘rock house’ that she plays in when her family visits their beach house. She looks up into the sky and watches the plane that Jacobo Esteves is traveling on. She wonders who the people are on the plane, and where they are going. She jumps out of her playhouse and spreads her arms as wide as they can. Imitating the sounds of an airplane, her feet soar across the grass, then sand, finally hitting the salty sea waves. She wishes she could fly away just like that plane – to freedom. Away from two parents addicted to money and their jobs. She knows on the outside, her family looks successful, even perfect. But everything is not as what it seems. Her hand glides over her bruised, scratched arm that her daddy left her when he got too drunk and angry. If I was on my plane, Lisle thinks, I would fly across the ocean to a pretty little village and make friends with the children that lived there.
“Lisle!” her mother’s voice sounds over the waves, “Come inside!”
Her daydreaming would have to wait until tomorrow.
2010 Men's Convention
10:00am
Room #10……………………………………………………………………………..Basic Communication
Room #12……………………………………………………...When To Give Chocolate and Flowers
Room #13...…………………………………………………………….………...Life Isnt Just About Xbox
11:00am
Room #14……………………………..…Experimenting with Your Hairstyle is Not Attractive
Room #16…………………………………………….........Conservative Facial Hair, You Can Do It!
Room #10……………………………………………….………………….………..Diamonds and Jewelry
~12:00~
~Lunch~
1:00pm
Room #19……………………………..…………………………………………How To Make Her Happy
Room #18……………………………….…Your Car Can’t Fix You Dinner, Your Girlfriend Can
Room #12……………………………………………………….……..Understanding ‘Girl’s Night Out’
2:00pm
Room #14……………………………………………………………………………………….Patience Is Key
Room #12…………………………………………………………..………..Evaluating the Relationship
Room #16………………………………………………………………………....………..How To Say Sorry
Room #10……………………………………………………………………………..Basic Communication
Room #12……………………………………………………...When To Give Chocolate and Flowers
Room #13...…………………………………………………………….………...Life Isnt Just About Xbox
11:00am
Room #14……………………………..…Experimenting with Your Hairstyle is Not Attractive
Room #16…………………………………………….........Conservative Facial Hair, You Can Do It!
Room #10……………………………………………….………………….………..Diamonds and Jewelry
~12:00~
~Lunch~
1:00pm
Room #19……………………………..…………………………………………How To Make Her Happy
Room #18……………………………….…Your Car Can’t Fix You Dinner, Your Girlfriend Can
Room #12……………………………………………………….……..Understanding ‘Girl’s Night Out’
2:00pm
Room #14……………………………………………………………………………………….Patience Is Key
Room #12…………………………………………………………..………..Evaluating the Relationship
Room #16………………………………………………………………………....………..How To Say Sorry
Falling Short
Your handsome face,
A nice brown tan,
Thick, rippling, confident
Muscle man.
You stare at me,
From across the pool,
I laugh because
I see you drool.
Your man candy,
It’s plain to see,
Your abs and pecs flex,
As your eyes dote on me.
You stand up
To get a drink,
And as you stand,
My heart does sink.
You were perfect,
Until I could see,
You only reached
About four foot three.
Disappointed and sad,
I let out a sigh.
Things just cannot work out,
Between you and I.
If we ever
Were to date, I think
You would find yourself
An unworthy mate.
What would happen
On a Friday night,
While on the dance floor,
You holding me tight.
If I did wish to
Rest my head on your shoulder,
I would need to bend
Completely over,
And what happens when,
You want to kiss me goodbye?
And you stand on your tiptoes,
But you just can’t reach high?
Our relationship would crumble,
Like a castle or fort,
Because you fall,
Just a little too short.
I’m sure your amazing,
I’m sure your nice,
I’m sure your lovin’
Has lots of spice.
But dear muscle man,
It’s plain to see
That you and I
Can never be.
A nice brown tan,
Thick, rippling, confident
Muscle man.
You stare at me,
From across the pool,
I laugh because
I see you drool.
Your man candy,
It’s plain to see,
Your abs and pecs flex,
As your eyes dote on me.
You stand up
To get a drink,
And as you stand,
My heart does sink.
You were perfect,
Until I could see,
You only reached
About four foot three.
Disappointed and sad,
I let out a sigh.
Things just cannot work out,
Between you and I.
If we ever
Were to date, I think
You would find yourself
An unworthy mate.
What would happen
On a Friday night,
While on the dance floor,
You holding me tight.
If I did wish to
Rest my head on your shoulder,
I would need to bend
Completely over,
And what happens when,
You want to kiss me goodbye?
And you stand on your tiptoes,
But you just can’t reach high?
Our relationship would crumble,
Like a castle or fort,
Because you fall,
Just a little too short.
I’m sure your amazing,
I’m sure your nice,
I’m sure your lovin’
Has lots of spice.
But dear muscle man,
It’s plain to see
That you and I
Can never be.
A Pen
Writes a word,
Writes a thought,
Expresses love,
Expresses hate,
It can sew you together,
Or rip you apart,
These words don’t erase,
They stay on your heart.
Writes a thought,
Expresses love,
Expresses hate,
It can sew you together,
Or rip you apart,
These words don’t erase,
They stay on your heart.
A Letter
Send it far,
With faith it will arrive,
Hold it close,
Cherish the words written,
Send and receive,
Receive and send,
A prolonged conversation,
Mail your thoughts and feelings,
Seal it with a kiss,
To someone you love,
And someone you miss.
With faith it will arrive,
Hold it close,
Cherish the words written,
Send and receive,
Receive and send,
A prolonged conversation,
Mail your thoughts and feelings,
Seal it with a kiss,
To someone you love,
And someone you miss.
Superstar - Personal Fiction
The room was dark, and only a solitary stream of white, island light shone through the curtains. My head pounds with relentlessness, and each pulse of pain brings back another memory of the previous crazy night. It had been my opening concert in Jamaica. Yes. I Emily Knorr, am a superstar.
I never thought I would ever become what I am when I was only five years old, going to voice and guitar lessons (complaining the whole time) and doing small performances in my hometown. My parents had cruelly ignored my pleas to quit my exhausting schedule of practices and concerts, but now I realize that they had a bigger picture in mind. Of course, all I wanted to do when I was a kid was be like everyone else. But here I am, in an expansive, fancy hotel room. I sit up and stretch out my skinny arms, moaning as my muscles protest. I roll over and shake my boyfriend, James, awake. Kissing him on the forehead.
“Mmmm…” he groans. We both had a little too much Tequila last night.
“Good morning babe. How did you sleep?”
“I was out the second my head hit the pillow.” He throws the covers off and walks to the window, his tan and muscular body a little clumsy from the hangover, finally pulling the curtains open to reveal the absolutely gorgeous scene that fills the window. The sun illuminates the whole room. My eyes scrunch as they adjust, my headache pounding, but all I can concentrate on is the pure beauty of the outdoors.
James is back on the bed, cupping my face in his hands. “Honey, you did so well last night. I’m so happy I could share this adventure with you.” His beautiful eyes stare into my soul. I just can’t get enough of just looking at him. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
James and I were always meant to be. I met him when I was only seventeen, working as a waitress at Winger’s. He had been with his closest sister, Michelle, and we had exchanged numbers. At seventeen, I already had a record deal, and working on an album. But I kept the job to keep my life as normal as possible. My parents had insisted I keep my schedule clear for concerts and recording sessions, but I really wanted the experience of keeping a job. Mine and James’ relationship had lasted four years so far. He was planning on going on an LDS mission when we met, but he decided to stay in Utah and help me with my career instead.
Sometimes I wonder what my life would have been like if I had never skyrocketed into fame. I would probably just be living an ordinary, peaceful life. I wonder if I ever would have met James. I would probably going to school, and maybe be married to someone in the temple.
But I like my life as a superstar. Ignorance is bliss, afterall.
I never thought I would ever become what I am when I was only five years old, going to voice and guitar lessons (complaining the whole time) and doing small performances in my hometown. My parents had cruelly ignored my pleas to quit my exhausting schedule of practices and concerts, but now I realize that they had a bigger picture in mind. Of course, all I wanted to do when I was a kid was be like everyone else. But here I am, in an expansive, fancy hotel room. I sit up and stretch out my skinny arms, moaning as my muscles protest. I roll over and shake my boyfriend, James, awake. Kissing him on the forehead.
“Mmmm…” he groans. We both had a little too much Tequila last night.
“Good morning babe. How did you sleep?”
“I was out the second my head hit the pillow.” He throws the covers off and walks to the window, his tan and muscular body a little clumsy from the hangover, finally pulling the curtains open to reveal the absolutely gorgeous scene that fills the window. The sun illuminates the whole room. My eyes scrunch as they adjust, my headache pounding, but all I can concentrate on is the pure beauty of the outdoors.
James is back on the bed, cupping my face in his hands. “Honey, you did so well last night. I’m so happy I could share this adventure with you.” His beautiful eyes stare into my soul. I just can’t get enough of just looking at him. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
James and I were always meant to be. I met him when I was only seventeen, working as a waitress at Winger’s. He had been with his closest sister, Michelle, and we had exchanged numbers. At seventeen, I already had a record deal, and working on an album. But I kept the job to keep my life as normal as possible. My parents had insisted I keep my schedule clear for concerts and recording sessions, but I really wanted the experience of keeping a job. Mine and James’ relationship had lasted four years so far. He was planning on going on an LDS mission when we met, but he decided to stay in Utah and help me with my career instead.
Sometimes I wonder what my life would have been like if I had never skyrocketed into fame. I would probably just be living an ordinary, peaceful life. I wonder if I ever would have met James. I would probably going to school, and maybe be married to someone in the temple.
But I like my life as a superstar. Ignorance is bliss, afterall.
Top Ten Signs You May Be Addicted To FACEBOOK
10. The first thing you do when you get home from school is bolt to the computer.
9. You have captioned and commented on every single picture you have uploaded.
8. You are a level 70 on Mafia Wars and send all of your friends daily ‘Energy Packs’.
7. Your statuses are updated hourly and consist of everything from “I am eating a turkey sandwich for lunch” to “I am bored.”
6. Your friends have tagged you in over 1,000 different pictures.
5. You accept friend requests from people you don’t know, including a member of the Tongan Cripps.
4. Over half of your friends are either relatives, or live in your ward.
3. People are aware that they are more likely to get a hold of you over Facebook than your cell phone.
2. You are ‘friends’ with your best friend on Facebook, as well as their grandparents and other extended family.
1. Through Facebook quizzes you have discovered; which Greek God you are, what your biggest fear is, and what your Harry Potter patronus is.
9. You have captioned and commented on every single picture you have uploaded.
8. You are a level 70 on Mafia Wars and send all of your friends daily ‘Energy Packs’.
7. Your statuses are updated hourly and consist of everything from “I am eating a turkey sandwich for lunch” to “I am bored.”
6. Your friends have tagged you in over 1,000 different pictures.
5. You accept friend requests from people you don’t know, including a member of the Tongan Cripps.
4. Over half of your friends are either relatives, or live in your ward.
3. People are aware that they are more likely to get a hold of you over Facebook than your cell phone.
2. You are ‘friends’ with your best friend on Facebook, as well as their grandparents and other extended family.
1. Through Facebook quizzes you have discovered; which Greek God you are, what your biggest fear is, and what your Harry Potter patronus is.
Graffiti
Trapped in a jail,
Of bodies and faces,
Lost in a maze,
Of familiar places.
Shadowy specter,
Over a pond smooth as glass,
Interfere the calm water,
Peace never lasts.
Disregard being liberal,
Forget being yourself,
The only way you can make it,
Is to be like everyone else.
Life is so short,
A journey to embark,
A cement wall with graffiti,
Just be sure to make your mark.
Of bodies and faces,
Lost in a maze,
Of familiar places.
Shadowy specter,
Over a pond smooth as glass,
Interfere the calm water,
Peace never lasts.
Disregard being liberal,
Forget being yourself,
The only way you can make it,
Is to be like everyone else.
Life is so short,
A journey to embark,
A cement wall with graffiti,
Just be sure to make your mark.
The Ultimate Blasphemy
This is a poem I wrote about the "Happy Valley" state of mind.
Mindless Pride,
They stand on their Castle tower,
And hang from their Steeples,
Yelling a Prayer to their Lord,
For all to see and hear,
But they do not feel.
Backstabbing the God they worship,
Taking no Pity,
Having no Mercy,
Knowing they do wrong yet,
Feeling no Guilt or Regret.
The ultimate Blasphemy.
Their Hearts are hardened,
Calloused to the Ecstasy of True Religion,
Immune to the Tender Freedom that it offers,
An open Guide to the Cure,
For all the Diseases of Life,
And all you must do is Turn the Pages.
Yes, find comfort while you still can,
Worship Popularly,
While you can harness your Sultry satisfaction,
From the Handicap that is your own Arrogance,
He loves all, BUT,
His Hands don’t insure those that deny him,
His Blood won’t advocate a Hypocrite.
Mindless Pride,
They stand on their Castle tower,
And hang from their Steeples,
Yelling a Prayer to their Lord,
For all to see and hear,
But they do not feel.
Backstabbing the God they worship,
Taking no Pity,
Having no Mercy,
Knowing they do wrong yet,
Feeling no Guilt or Regret.
The ultimate Blasphemy.
Their Hearts are hardened,
Calloused to the Ecstasy of True Religion,
Immune to the Tender Freedom that it offers,
An open Guide to the Cure,
For all the Diseases of Life,
And all you must do is Turn the Pages.
Yes, find comfort while you still can,
Worship Popularly,
While you can harness your Sultry satisfaction,
From the Handicap that is your own Arrogance,
He loves all, BUT,
His Hands don’t insure those that deny him,
His Blood won’t advocate a Hypocrite.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
What Goes Around
Today before lunch started my friend Whitney and I drove to Wendy's and picked up a lunch for Stanford. We dropped it off at the Main Office at school and the secretary called him down to get it. When I saw him next he was super happy and smiley. Doing things for other people makes me so happy! I think that is the key to happiness is simply forgetting about yourself and going out of your way to serve others.
If you do good things for people the favor will eventually be returned to you, wether its through that person, through something completely different or just feeling good about it. Thats called Karma.
If you do good things for people the favor will eventually be returned to you, wether its through that person, through something completely different or just feeling good about it. Thats called Karma.
Plans
School is ending, so it is time to make plans for summer and fall! So far what I have planned - I am hopefully getting a morning job at Zumiez in the mall, where I can work until the afternoon and then start working at Wingers around four. So basically I will be working my butt off, in order to save up a sufficient amount of money to pay for living expenses while I am away from home. In late July, Whitney and I are moving to St. George to go to school. This will be scary living away from home, but at the same time it is a life-experience that I need to have. Eventually we all need to grow up, and I think this will be a good thing.
There is something plaguing my life right now, and it is the issue of BOYS. I recently 'dear johned' my missionary (in a sense). I just told him that I don't think it's fair that a 17 year old can't date around and have fun. And he didn't take it well. I wish I knew what he was thinking and how he was doing. There is no easy way to be away from the guy you love, but those two years are for growing, and its hard to grow if you are being held down. When he gets back, it things go like I hope, everything will workout between him and I and we can hopefully get married. But it's not just one boy that is worrying my head. My ex-boyfriend recently send me an email on Facebook, asking me how I was doing and telling me that I was on his mind a lot and that he missed me and wished we could hang out more often. Its hard. I miss Jacob, but we have gone separate ways. You may think now that I am desperately trying to push every single half decent guy away from my emotions, but thats not true. I am dating a guy named Stanford, and he is AMAZING!!! I was up really late last night finishing a project for Creative Writing, and guess who was with me the whole evening, organizing papers? Yeah, Stanford. He is amazing! He is smart, organized, cool, talented, dedicated and romantic. We've been good friends for about six years, and just started dating. Hopefully this summer with him will be a good one :)
So I guess even though a million things can be wrong in your life, there is always that one thing you can find that makes it worth all the heartache. :)
There is something plaguing my life right now, and it is the issue of BOYS. I recently 'dear johned' my missionary (in a sense). I just told him that I don't think it's fair that a 17 year old can't date around and have fun. And he didn't take it well. I wish I knew what he was thinking and how he was doing. There is no easy way to be away from the guy you love, but those two years are for growing, and its hard to grow if you are being held down. When he gets back, it things go like I hope, everything will workout between him and I and we can hopefully get married. But it's not just one boy that is worrying my head. My ex-boyfriend recently send me an email on Facebook, asking me how I was doing and telling me that I was on his mind a lot and that he missed me and wished we could hang out more often. Its hard. I miss Jacob, but we have gone separate ways. You may think now that I am desperately trying to push every single half decent guy away from my emotions, but thats not true. I am dating a guy named Stanford, and he is AMAZING!!! I was up really late last night finishing a project for Creative Writing, and guess who was with me the whole evening, organizing papers? Yeah, Stanford. He is amazing! He is smart, organized, cool, talented, dedicated and romantic. We've been good friends for about six years, and just started dating. Hopefully this summer with him will be a good one :)
So I guess even though a million things can be wrong in your life, there is always that one thing you can find that makes it worth all the heartache. :)
The Last Mile
I can't believe its actually happening. There is only a week and a half of school left, which means I will be graduating next Friday. And due to some last minute drama, I have an F in Journalism and some ARCs (attendance restoration) and hopefully I can pull things together at the last second.
I'm so done with high school. I'm done with 'concerned parents' I'm done with scary teachers, I'm done with boy drama. I am ready to move on to bigger and better things like COLLEGE!!! and LIVING AWAY FROM HOME!!! These new developments will be a good thing for me - I know it. I desperately NEED some freedom, it will be healthy for me.
It is time to take off the letterman jacket, and don the graduation robes.
I'm so done with high school. I'm done with 'concerned parents' I'm done with scary teachers, I'm done with boy drama. I am ready to move on to bigger and better things like COLLEGE!!! and LIVING AWAY FROM HOME!!! These new developments will be a good thing for me - I know it. I desperately NEED some freedom, it will be healthy for me.
It is time to take off the letterman jacket, and don the graduation robes.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
What Defines A True Fan
Last night, my friend Whitney and I watched the Lakers and Jazz game at Whitney's house with her family. We were by far the most energetic and enthusiastic fans in the room (and ironically the only Lakers fans). We screamed and cheered when the Lakers blocked a shot, caught a rebound or made a three-pointer. We booed, used degrading words and substitute-swearwords when the Jazz made a point or fowled on the Lakers. Then it came time to go home during halftime, and I left Whitney's house wishing the best for the Lakers. I had bought a Lakers jersey to celebrate the inevitable win that was to follow. However, when I walked into class I immediately got grief from a few of the sore-loser students that had obviously rooted for the Jazz. After I sat down and was trying to start doing my work, one of the Jazz supporters called my name and gave me the oral "Laker-fan Quiz": name five Laker players excluding Kobe Bryant. I have always liked the Lakers. And when life allowed, I would watch a game with friends and root for the Lakers, however I could not name five players. The Jazz fan got a satisfied smirk on her face and turned back to her work. Since when did knowing the names of players make you a fan? Maybe a hardcore, statistic-following fan, but I don't believe that not knowing the names of the players makes you a poser.
Sooo.. if being a fan isn't knowing all the facts and details of an NBA team, what is it then? I believe that the answer lies in enthusiasm. If you like a certain team, even just a little bit, you have the right to call yourself a fan. And nobody else can tell you that you are not. Nobody can call you a poser, nobody can call you fake. Every fan is different. Some follow statistics, some worship Kobe Bryant, some are hopelessly dedicated, and others (myself included) don't let basketball rule their life and watch a game when they can and may not know the names of all the players, who may have to leave halfway through a game; Nonetheless, each and every one of those personality types can be a fan if they want to be.
In my case, I am a Lakers fan who likes to watch games, who likes to wear a jersey to school, who knows a few names of players, but who doesn't like getting crap about being a poser.
Sooo.. if being a fan isn't knowing all the facts and details of an NBA team, what is it then? I believe that the answer lies in enthusiasm. If you like a certain team, even just a little bit, you have the right to call yourself a fan. And nobody else can tell you that you are not. Nobody can call you a poser, nobody can call you fake. Every fan is different. Some follow statistics, some worship Kobe Bryant, some are hopelessly dedicated, and others (myself included) don't let basketball rule their life and watch a game when they can and may not know the names of all the players, who may have to leave halfway through a game; Nonetheless, each and every one of those personality types can be a fan if they want to be.
In my case, I am a Lakers fan who likes to watch games, who likes to wear a jersey to school, who knows a few names of players, but who doesn't like getting crap about being a poser.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
A Long Line of Lasts
As the school year begins to wind down, I find myself noticing things I will be doing for the last time. I didn't realize it until the final song, but Prom was a major "Last" in my life. The "lasts" will keep on coming as graduation becomes closer and closer, ultimately marking the end of my high school career. Its scary, its exciting.
Signs of summer are all around! Rumor says it will get around 80 degrees today! Unfortunately, later this week there will be snow. :( I hate bi-polar Utah weather.
Anyways... I have nothing else to write about really... Goodbye!
Signs of summer are all around! Rumor says it will get around 80 degrees today! Unfortunately, later this week there will be snow. :( I hate bi-polar Utah weather.
Anyways... I have nothing else to write about really... Goodbye!
Friday, April 23, 2010
(what will hopefully be) The Best Weekend Ever!
It is starting! So basically the plan for Prom is. 11:00 we are getting picked up and driving up to Boondocks (kind of like a mini theme park), and then they are dropping us off to get ready for the dance. Then, at about 5:00 they will pick us up in a STRETCH HUMMER, we will get pictures at the River Bottoms, then to Outback Steakhouse for dinner, then to the DANCE!!! It will probably be the funnest time of my life (hopefully) :) :)
James Nixon has been out for a little more than three months now! When I think about it, the time really has flown by. I just need to concentrate on keeping myself busy and the time will go by even faster.
Well... other than Prom, and being in love and struggling through Midterms, I have nothing else on my mind! Goodbye.
James Nixon has been out for a little more than three months now! When I think about it, the time really has flown by. I just need to concentrate on keeping myself busy and the time will go by even faster.
Well... other than Prom, and being in love and struggling through Midterms, I have nothing else on my mind! Goodbye.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Stress of the Dress
About a month before the completely overrated event that is Prom, my mother and I decided we were going to make my dress. We went out, bought the fabric, and for the next couple weeks, the fabric literally sat in my mother's office, waiting to be sewn into a beautiful dress. Nothing happened to it until last weekend, where mom and I nearly went insane trying to make a prom dress. On Monday, we finally decided it would be in the best interest of our mental health to just go out and find a dress. And luck was on our side when we found the PERFECT dress in Dillard's. Now I don't have to worry about creating a dress, and just focus on the many other aspects of getting ready for Senior Prom such as....tanning and not getting too sun-burnt while doing it, finding enough money for all of the expenses of looking good, nail appointments, hair appointments, accessories, and trying to cut calories to somehow I can look thinner in my dress.
I wonder when Prom became such a big deal? I know that my parents and many other adults reminisce about their high school glory days, in which Prom is associated. Maybe all the effort and money put into one's prom is an investment or some kind of assurance that they will have no regrets when they become a reminiscing adult, and they will have only sweet, blissful memories of Prom.
Maybe making Prom a big deal is a government conspiracy! They put the glamour of high school dances into the media, so when Prom rolls around people are willing to spend X amount of dollars, and ultimately stimulate the struggling economy!
In any case, why am I putting so much effort into my Prom? Honestly...I have no idea.
I wonder when Prom became such a big deal? I know that my parents and many other adults reminisce about their high school glory days, in which Prom is associated. Maybe all the effort and money put into one's prom is an investment or some kind of assurance that they will have no regrets when they become a reminiscing adult, and they will have only sweet, blissful memories of Prom.
Maybe making Prom a big deal is a government conspiracy! They put the glamour of high school dances into the media, so when Prom rolls around people are willing to spend X amount of dollars, and ultimately stimulate the struggling economy!
In any case, why am I putting so much effort into my Prom? Honestly...I have no idea.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Spring Break in a Nutshell
Basically, I am EXHAUSTED. During my stay in Las Vegas, I got to bed around 3am every morning, and woke up around 1pm and then made plans for that evening. I am the definition of fatigued. I am fine around 10pm-2am, but waking up for school and church is absolute torture. It was worth it though. Definitely the best spring break I have ever had!!!
Other than Spring Break, I have finalized my decision to move to St. George in the fall and attend Dixie State. I really am so excited. The puzzle pieces that I have been struggling to put together, are FINALLY coming together. :)
There are only about seven weeks until graduation. I am getting the senior blues. There are so many things I wish I had done or done more. Life moves on though, and college is just right over the horizon!!!!
Other than Spring Break, I have finalized my decision to move to St. George in the fall and attend Dixie State. I really am so excited. The puzzle pieces that I have been struggling to put together, are FINALLY coming together. :)
There are only about seven weeks until graduation. I am getting the senior blues. There are so many things I wish I had done or done more. Life moves on though, and college is just right over the horizon!!!!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
In Five Years
I'm taking this entry to write not about newsy stuff, but something that is actually fun. I am going to tell you what I see myself doing five years from now. And maybe in five years when I am reading this blog I can compare my life then to what I wrote today.
In five years, I will have a couple years of college under my belt, and I will be twenty-two years old. I'll be living away from home, and possibly married to my returned missionary, James Nixon. When I am nineteen, after he gets back 20th of January, we will have dated for about three months and then after getting engaged, we will have a two or three month engagement and have a June wedding. We will either take our honeymoon in Europe, or just take a cruise in the Mediterranean. By the time I am twenty-two, James and I probably won't have children. We will be working, he will probably be doing school to become a nuclear engineer. We will be living in a little, comfortable house in either Utah or somewhere close by. That is all I have so far!
Monday, March 29, 2010
One More Week
So my Spring Break plans have finally cemented into place. My family is going to Arizona for Spring Break, but on their way down there, they are dropping me off in Vegas with my super good friend Caroline! I will be spending the week partying it up with her and her family, and then I will catch a plane back to Salt Lake City! Not only will this be my first time spending time completely away from my family, but it will be my first time flying on a plane all by myself! I'm nervous! But everything will work out.
I have been asked to Prom, by the one and only Stanford!!! Thanks to the organization and ideas of my friend Alora, he managed to ask me in a really creative way. Starting at third period, my teacher sent me on a ridiculous scavenger hunt that required me to sing in front of the school secretary and all of the office TAs, and then going back to my class to realize that my car keys are missing, then finding my car in the parking lot COVERED in Oreos, car paint, and silly string. Alora came with me to laugh as I screamed profanities because I honestly had just cleaned my car two days before that, and then as I opened the car door (the car was filled with balloons and confetti) Stanford jumped out from behind a car and NAILED me with a whole can of silly string. It was funny. I laughed, and after nailing him with a few Oreos off of my car, we headed back to class.
I am excited for Prom but more nervous because my mother and I are making my dress. I posted a picture of it. It is the dress Emily Blunt wore to the 2010 Golden Globes. We will put sleeves on it and maybe some flowers made of the same fabric!
Well, thats all for now!
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Spring Fever
Third term has ended, and somehow I've managed to snag a 3.5. I am so relieved. It really wasn't easy to pull off a good grade. Fourth term will be very easy, I think. But I guess I shouldn't speak too soon.
Signs of spring are all around, from the yellow, purple and white flowers blooming in my front yard to immodest shorty-shorts in the hallway at school. I am anticipating my Spring Break vacation with an excited smile. :) So far the plan is to head down to Vegas with my family, see a show, stay at a hotel overnight. And after that... my family is leaving to see the Grand Canyon, and enjoy the beauty of nature (ha ha ha) and they are setting me loose on the city with my Vegas-resident bestest friend, Caroline. I am so stoked! This will be my first experience on an on-my-own vacation!!! I will surely have a good time.
I have started my internship with my dental office. It is very fun, but there is a lot to learn. They gave me a THOUSAND page book with pretty much all I need to know. Too bad I'm not a fan of reading through textbooks. Basically for the next few weeks my duties will be x-raying people's mouths, cleaning and sanitizing :/. Oh well, we all have to start somewhere, right? I have always wanted to be working in a dental office, and here I am. I'm so blessed for this opportunity.
Well, thats all for now.
Signs of spring are all around, from the yellow, purple and white flowers blooming in my front yard to immodest shorty-shorts in the hallway at school. I am anticipating my Spring Break vacation with an excited smile. :) So far the plan is to head down to Vegas with my family, see a show, stay at a hotel overnight. And after that... my family is leaving to see the Grand Canyon, and enjoy the beauty of nature (ha ha ha) and they are setting me loose on the city with my Vegas-resident bestest friend, Caroline. I am so stoked! This will be my first experience on an on-my-own vacation!!! I will surely have a good time.
I have started my internship with my dental office. It is very fun, but there is a lot to learn. They gave me a THOUSAND page book with pretty much all I need to know. Too bad I'm not a fan of reading through textbooks. Basically for the next few weeks my duties will be x-raying people's mouths, cleaning and sanitizing :/. Oh well, we all have to start somewhere, right? I have always wanted to be working in a dental office, and here I am. I'm so blessed for this opportunity.
Well, thats all for now.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Found
Empty glass bottles litter the floor
Bloodshot eyes and a dry, dry mouth
One ray of sunshine, lighting my blurry surroundings
My compass wasn’t pointing north
From blue eyes drop so many tears
I’m always right, even when I’m wrong
Emotional and so upset
Plaster a fake smile on my face
Another stressful day at work
Do not criticize my lifestyle
I sort of like that boy, but he falls short
I don’t care what anybody thinks
Jumbled, unbridled, straightforward and likely to offend
Trapped in a jail of bodies and faces
Lost in a maze of familiar places
I found you, or you found me (or maybe fate found us)
It was a strange series of fateful events
A growing epidemic of butterflies
Quiet smirks and giggles
Life moves on and so must we
With age comes responsibility
He has a bigger picture in mind
On a canvas I’m willing to paint with him
A genuine smile on my face
Talking and texting
Slowly changing and rearranging my life
Much more than I anticipated
A brilliant tapestry is sewn
And I see vibrant colors for the first time
Evaluating the relationship
Listening to the struggle of a teenager’s life
Wisdom, comfort and guidance
Single-handedly puts out the fire of doubt and fear
He truly wants the best for me
He is protective because he cares
We don’t have enough time
Senior year, we both found our soul mates
His beautiful eyes stare into my soul
I must be the luckiest girl in the world
Struggle to pull back the fragments
Memories are who I was and who I have become
Love is my new drug and all we can do is
Keep it close, and share our lives with it
Take every hit we can
I don’t have regrets
I don’t look back, but I learn from my mistakes
I am stronger and wiser than ever
Because of the promises I’ve made
A last kiss on my doorstep
Just like how so many other nights ended
Except much different this time.
This is not a goodbye
Bloodshot eyes and a dry, dry mouth
One ray of sunshine, lighting my blurry surroundings
My compass wasn’t pointing north
From blue eyes drop so many tears
I’m always right, even when I’m wrong
Emotional and so upset
Plaster a fake smile on my face
Another stressful day at work
Do not criticize my lifestyle
I sort of like that boy, but he falls short
I don’t care what anybody thinks
Jumbled, unbridled, straightforward and likely to offend
Trapped in a jail of bodies and faces
Lost in a maze of familiar places
I found you, or you found me (or maybe fate found us)
It was a strange series of fateful events
A growing epidemic of butterflies
Quiet smirks and giggles
Life moves on and so must we
With age comes responsibility
He has a bigger picture in mind
On a canvas I’m willing to paint with him
A genuine smile on my face
Talking and texting
Slowly changing and rearranging my life
Much more than I anticipated
A brilliant tapestry is sewn
And I see vibrant colors for the first time
Evaluating the relationship
Listening to the struggle of a teenager’s life
Wisdom, comfort and guidance
Single-handedly puts out the fire of doubt and fear
He truly wants the best for me
He is protective because he cares
We don’t have enough time
Senior year, we both found our soul mates
His beautiful eyes stare into my soul
I must be the luckiest girl in the world
Struggle to pull back the fragments
Memories are who I was and who I have become
Love is my new drug and all we can do is
Keep it close, and share our lives with it
Take every hit we can
I don’t have regrets
I don’t look back, but I learn from my mistakes
I am stronger and wiser than ever
Because of the promises I’ve made
A last kiss on my doorstep
Just like how so many other nights ended
Except much different this time.
This is not a goodbye
Cookie - poem by Emily
I peer tentatively over the counter,
As my mother lays,
A decadent batch of cookies,
Arranged neatly on some trays.
My mommy turns around,
Her delicate voice does warn,
“Do not eat the cookies, dear”
She leaves, and the cookies look forlorn.
The last thing I would desire,
Is my mother’s rule offend,
The mighty wrath that follows,
Would not be worth it in the end.
I do not leave the kitchen,
In fact, I pull a chair up to the edge,
Of the counter that holds those cookies,
Putting off my solemn pledge.
The aroma fills my breath,
Golden brown and chocolate tempt my eye,
The steam whispers to me gently,
And I yearn for just one bite.
I snatch a forbidden morsel,
And pop it on my tongue,
The flavor does not equal,
The song my mind had sung.
I feel a hand grab my shoulder,
And hear my mother’s loud and angry voice,
“You ate a cookie, so you are grounded.”
We all are given a choice.
As my mother lays,
A decadent batch of cookies,
Arranged neatly on some trays.
My mommy turns around,
Her delicate voice does warn,
“Do not eat the cookies, dear”
She leaves, and the cookies look forlorn.
The last thing I would desire,
Is my mother’s rule offend,
The mighty wrath that follows,
Would not be worth it in the end.
I do not leave the kitchen,
In fact, I pull a chair up to the edge,
Of the counter that holds those cookies,
Putting off my solemn pledge.
The aroma fills my breath,
Golden brown and chocolate tempt my eye,
The steam whispers to me gently,
And I yearn for just one bite.
I snatch a forbidden morsel,
And pop it on my tongue,
The flavor does not equal,
The song my mind had sung.
I feel a hand grab my shoulder,
And hear my mother’s loud and angry voice,
“You ate a cookie, so you are grounded.”
We all are given a choice.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Pride
A mental sickness plaguing the majority of the rich and the privileged. Maybe they aren't even wealthy, maybe they just have a false sense of superiority over others. People like this are arrogant, blind to reason and logic and will do anything to prove that they are right. They will do anything to build and protect their ego.
People like this are extremely common, you walk past them in the hallway, you work with them, you live with them. The trick is to figure out how to cope and co-exist with them. That doesn't mean you have to love them, or even get along. But so far, I haven't found a cure. So far my solution is having as little contact with them as possible, but that is a little difficult when one of those people is a parent.
Other than that... Term three is ending next week! That means I am that much closer to graduation!!! Term four always goes by so quickly too. The weather is warm, spring break, testing, graduation practice... I am so excited.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Bronchitis
Despite my recently diagnosed case of bronchitis :/ I have decided that this weekend I will not just sit at home and wallow in self pity. Right after school, I am going snowboarding and later that night, my friend Stephanie and I are going to a MiMs concert on Friday! I hope we have fun! I believe that we will.
I am trying to picture in my head what living on my own will be like... without parents telling you what to do all the time, no authority at all (except for the police.. hehe). I think I will be able to do it. I am responsible enough. And if I'm not quite ready yet, I'll get plenty of practice before fall when I'm moving down to St. George to go to school. At least during the summer I will live 15 minutes away from home if I need anything. St. George is like a 3 hour drive... haha. AKA a looong ways. I really think its the experience I need though, to really become an independent adult. Basically its about time.
Friendship
I just realized that these last two months are the last I'll be able to spend with my best friend, Ami. So for a class I had to write a poem about friends. Here it is.
Never thought we’d be friends,
But it is plain to see,
That once the two of us got talking,
Our friendship was really meant to be.
Staying up till 3 am,
Until our muscles are so sore,
Giggling about stupid things,
Yet laughing more and more.
We toy with boys’ emotions,
Loving the power we hold,
Life’s a free ride when he’s infatuated,
And it is never going to get old.
Tour was so great,
Red Bull, hot tub, dancing all day,
And mocking our clueless coach,
Not running out of things to say.
Spring and Summer were so fun,
Countless hours in the pool,
Dripping wet in fourth period,
Towel on my head and looking like a fool.
Then came our senior year,
And we both found our soul mates,
It’s hard to keep in contact,
When we go on so many dates.
You are moving to Salt Lake,
St. George is where I’ll be,
But our friendship is forever,
The rest of our lives: you and me.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
So Sick of Being Tired, So Tired of Being Sick
It has been about 4 weeks, and I still have the worst cough ever. I don't understand why I haven't gotten better yet. I'm getting enough sleep, and eating healthy food. Maybe its karma? I have no idea.
My grades have taken a little drop, and because of that (among some other reasons) my dad has decided that it is absolutely necessary to drive and drop me off at school every day, pick me up for lunch, drop me back off at school and then pick me up at the end of the day. He has also found it necessary to take my phone away, when I literally depend on my phone for work calls, and school. And then he complains that I don't have enough money to pay him back for stuff, because I don't work enough. Ironic that the reason none of my co-workers can get a hold of me is because my phone is hiding somewhere in my dad's office. Very, very ironic.
I have learned a lot from being raised by my parents. And I can tell you now that I will do a lot differently than my parents have. You may say "Just wait till you realize how much you love your children, and want them to make right choices." I'm sure I will love my children more than anything. In fact, I will love them enough to let them make their own mistakes, and learn from the natural consequences that follow.
My grades have taken a little drop, and because of that (among some other reasons) my dad has decided that it is absolutely necessary to drive and drop me off at school every day, pick me up for lunch, drop me back off at school and then pick me up at the end of the day. He has also found it necessary to take my phone away, when I literally depend on my phone for work calls, and school. And then he complains that I don't have enough money to pay him back for stuff, because I don't work enough. Ironic that the reason none of my co-workers can get a hold of me is because my phone is hiding somewhere in my dad's office. Very, very ironic.
I have learned a lot from being raised by my parents. And I can tell you now that I will do a lot differently than my parents have. You may say "Just wait till you realize how much you love your children, and want them to make right choices." I'm sure I will love my children more than anything. In fact, I will love them enough to let them make their own mistakes, and learn from the natural consequences that follow.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Poems
Here are two poems that I had to write for a class - but I really like them so I'm going to post them. :)
Lord of Trance Dance
His arms are flailing about,
In an organized way,
He unleashes his dance moves,
In the bright light of day.
Illuminating the dim,
The crowd gathers around,
Exciting each body,
Moving to pure sound.
Each person takes off,
To each his own,
A brilliant tapestry,
Of dancing is sewn.
The music stops,
They again become sane,
Each goes their separate ways,
Returning to the mundane.
Graffitti
Trapped in a jail,
Of bodies and faces,
Lost in a maze,
Of familiar places.
Shadowy specter,
Over a pond smooth as glass,
Interfere the calm water,
Peace never lasts.
Disregard being liberal,
Forget being yourself,
The only way you can make it,
Is to be like everyone else.
Life is so short,
A journey to embark,
A cement wall with graffiti,
Just be sure to make your mark.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Senioritis
I have developed a serious condition that many high schoolers get when they are close to graduating - SENIORITIS. Within a week, I have gained extreme apathy for everything that has to do with school. On sunny days, when I am stuck in class, my eyes wander to the window, and I slip into fantastic, lovely daydreams about when I will no longer be bound by the thick, heavy chains that are homework, and waking up at 7:00 every weekday to go do busy work at a building with dirty bathrooms and unhealthy food in the vending machines; all of this strife, just so I can get a fancy piece of paper with my name on it. But, as much as I despise it, that paper will be worth a lot once I finally graduate, so I'm going to hang on until May.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Livin For the Weekends
Last weekend was one of the best ever! On Friday night I had a sleepover at my friend Alora's and after staying up till 3:30, we woke up around 10:00, and then started getting ready for the day. Saturday was Preference, so around 2:00, we all went to Wendy's for lunch, and then the whole group went laser tagging. My date was Stanford. After laser tagging, and the girls beating the boys (because we cheated), we took everyone back home to get into their formals. Then we got our pictures done, and then waited at Olive Garden for about 45 minutes just to get a table. After eating, we went to the last thirty minutes of the dance, and after the dance, we went back to Alora's boyfriends house and watched The Stepfather.
After all that partying I have come down with the cold straight from hell. But it was worth it.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
My preference
Warning to all readers - this is a rant.
I understand that we are all living in the 21st century, and with time has come much more freedoms for women. I am extremely grateful to be living in this time. However, I believe that part of being a woman is being able to rely somewhat on men to ask us out on dates, and pay for those dates. So in high school, there are girl's choice dances. They are fun and everything, however my views are somewhat old fashioned. I believe that when you are young, especially during high school, you are preparing to enter the 'real world' and part of being in the real world is hopefully, eventually getting married. Many people have different opinions on this matter, however mine is that the husband should bring home the bacon, and the mother should be educated and prepared to enter the work field if necessary, but her primary focus should be on taking care of what is at home.
I've spent my teenage years in a home where my mom goes to work at 7:00 every morning and comes home every night, exhausted and occasionally grumpy. Somehow, this doesn't seem right to me. Although my dad does work, although it be at home, I still miss out on valuable face time with the woman who should be my role model.
The reason for this rant - basically I don't like feeling pressure to ask one of my guy friends to a dance, and then be pressured again to spend nearly $200 on the day date, dinner, tickets and pictures. Although it's expensive, I'm sure I will have a great time.
Funny how such a dumb thing like money can get you thinking.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Thankful
I recently got an email from my friend, James who is serving an LDS mission in Zimbabwe, Africa. Reading his letter helped me realize how lucky (or blessed) we are to be living in the USA, a country where there is air conditioning, where we don't need to worry about what we will be eating for dinner, and where we are going to wash our clothes. I am so grateful for the opportunities that I have been given because I am an American. I am able to get a good education, and pursue my dreams. Many people don't have the opportunities that Americans do, yet we are one of the laziest countries. We struggle with obesity because we eat too much food, and don't exercise enough, when other countries don't have enough food, and are too weak and frail to run on a treadmill (that is, if they had one). I think we really take for granted all of the blessings we have received and we don't nearly enough appreciate them as much as we should.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
High School Blues
School and homework keeps me as busy as I can, but between a job that I work maybe once a week (if I'm lucky) and some time hanging out with friends, there is a vast void of free time. I have recently found a way to fill that empty space. And that is joining the High school girl's lacrosse team! I have always liked the sport, and my friends that have taught me told me I have natural ability to play it. So I got home from school yesterday, was super friendly to my parents, and did my homework. Before I went to bed, I talked to my mom about it and she wasn't sure about it. I really really really want to do lacrosse. Yes, I decided I wanted to on a whim, but it really feels like the right thing to do, plus I feel like I haven't been involved enough with my high school and I am graduating in sixteen weeks!!!
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Until We Meet Again
Time passes quickly, and it hasn't ever passed as it did the last month and a half. Within this short window of time, I met my best friend, fell in love, changed my whole perspective on everything and had the best time of my life. James left on his mission on Tuesday. He will be back in January 2012, and I will be here waiting his return.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Back To Normal
After 12 days of Christmas Break, school is back in and life is officially back to normal. And after partying till 2 am nearly every night of break, waking up at 6 am was incredibly difficult. Snowboarding was amazing, and I learned how to go off jumps and actually land some of them. New Year's was fun, except for getting several room numbers from the drunk college guys at the dance. It was a little scary, so Olivia and I left thirty minutes after the clock struck twelve. I've decided this year to not write any of my new year's resolutions down on paper, because every year I have written them down, I've failed at following through with them. So on family night this past monday, my mom told each of us to take a piece of paper and write down our resolutions. Instead of writing them down, I drew pictures of my goals. Ha ha. I think that counts.
One of my best friends James Nixon is leaving on his mission in eleven days! I'm so excited for him. The weekend has come incredibly fast, and I am excited to have some fun.
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