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!

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!

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.