Big, big, big day!!!!!

Tomorrow's a big day.

But more on that when it's actually done.

If you're a nerd like me,

You have a sense of what's coming up next.

Click on this link.

Go ahead. Click.

If you're like a certain triple-threat I know,

You'll scream like a little girl.

I know I did.

:)

tada!

Guess what?

I survived.

But now I'm super sore.

Owww.

I've got some questions for specific readers:

Miss Emilee-

How is NC?

Are the boys there cuter than in Utah?

How many girls are in your Mia Maid class?

Miss Micaela-

When are you going to start your blog?

Oh, and when are we going to get strong together?

Miss Cait-

When are we going to hang out again?

JELLYFOOSH!!!!

Yay. More questions next week.

who can say?

Will I survive?

Doubt it.


Wish me luck, boys.
I'm gonna die.

where oceans bleed into the sky.

I'm kind of excited for high school.
Yeah, I'll admit it.
Why not?

I'm finally out of the junior high,
And I'm hoping that the transition will make everyone grow up.
Just a little. Please?

I'm sick of grudges. And prejudice. And everything else.
Yes, I know it'll probably get worse,
But can't we at least try?

I've got this one friend.
She's a good friend.
When she's not burdening us with her problems.

She has at least 5 people she wants to ship to Africa,
A boyfriend that keeps getting his phone taking away,
And a jealousy streak a mile wide and 2 miles long.

Please, grow up guys.
I don't want you all to turn out like this friend.
And friend, I hope things work out for you.

I really do.

i stole this from brit, part II

(This is the part where I answer your questions and show you the awesome songs people picked)

So, apparently no one likes commenting on my blog,

but these three were kind enough to oblige.

Thanks, guys!

(see this post)

From Carrie:

Her song:

Her question:

What was it like living in a different country?

Well, somewhat different, but since we were living near an American air base, not as much. The cultural immersion was pretty cool, though. Since Portugal is mostly Catholic, they have a bunch of festivals and stuff to worship their patron saints. Every couple of weeks or so you would wake up to hear fireworks outside your window.

The island that we lived on was volcanic. You can find volcanic formations everywhere. It's still considered dormant- it hasn't been long enough, but you can still go hiking/spelunking in the volcanic cones. It's pretty cool.

The houses are typically made of concrete, but (nearly) everything else is made out of volcanic rock. They dig large rocks while they till the earth for farming, and they stack it into walls, about waist high.

The last thing I enjoyed was the ocean. We lived just a 5 minute walk from where our house was, and I typically went to sleep with the rising/falling of the tide. It was very different from the mountains here- you could see for miles.

Well, that's as much as I think I can type without you falling asleep. So, onward!

From Brit:

Her song:

Her question:

What do you think would be the perfect date?

Hmm... that's a hard one. But, it definitely would include lunch/dinner at JCW's, a walk in the park, and a cute guy (but one that I know). :)

From Cait:

Her song:

Her question:

Where are all the places you've lived?

Just because I've lived in totally obscure places, I'm going to include links to Wikipedia articles about the correlating places. Age is in the parentheses ()

Provo, Utah (0-14 months)

Manila, Utah (14 months- 11 years)

Terceira Island, Azores, Portugal (11 years- 12 years)

Pleasant Grove, Utah (12 years-present)

Well, that's pretty much it. You know a little bit more about me, and I know a little more about you.

Bahahaha. ;)

*Edit: from Micaela
Her song:

Her question:
If you could turn into a noodle or a piece of broccoli, which would you choose?

Hmm... I have to say I'd prefer to be broccoli. Just 'cause people will be less likely to eat me :)

so, i'll admit it.

Yeah.
I'm a nerd.

I'm really sorry for forcing the whole "read-the-story-excerpt" thing on you.
I tend to get over-excited about it.
Yeah...

Anyways, guess what I did today?
I registered for the high school.
I am now an official student at PGHS.
Woot!

Well, since that's it,
Farewell

Leaving question:
What's something you've been dying to know about me?
Comment at let me answer your questions!

all the right moves.

This is an excerpt from the short story I am writing. It is a retelling of the legend of Atalanta. Please give me feedback!! I really want it. The whole thing isn't finished yet, but if I work hard, it should be in a couple of weeks.

The Golden Apples (by Rebekah Walker)

The year is 3018. After most of society was wiped out in the Great War nearly a century earlier, the remainder of Earth’s great leaders collaborated to rebuild civilization. They called themselves the Council of the Elders, and organized the survivors into a civilization to last. They decided in re-establishing the feudal system, under the name of the Samontai. They established people in their classes, selected a king, and banned the used of any modern technology. Some of the old folk still remember life before the war, and they spend most of their time trying to bring back some of the old technology. It is not easy, however. Resources are limited, and the Council is watching....
As Milo strolled down the path, he took one last glance at the tiny shack. Thin columns of smoke puffed from the chimney and he knew that Gran would be sitting in her old rocker, knitting or reading, or even just thinking. She never needed to sleep- it was she, after all, who had discovered, (or rediscovered, as she claimed,) how to make Kafeen, the drug that gave an energy boost. The effects of the newer drug were only temporary, but she had tested early drugs on herself, making the effects permanent. She was also the wisest person Milo knew. Wasn’t it her, after all that persuaded him to pursue this crazy adventure? It isn’t every day, she conceded, that you get to compete for the hand of a princess.
Now, as he passed the entrance to the hidden meadow, the scent of the powering pine trees intermingled with the mildly sweet aromas of wildflowers. In his mind, Milo could see the footraces through the long grass, and he could hear the chatters of the young village girls, gossiping and weaving small wildflower crowns. He imagined Rosalee laughing among them, braiding daisies into her shiny black hair. Her blue eyes sparkled when she laughed, and Milo remembered how her favorite dress would dance in the breeze. Though these thoughts made Milo smile, they quickly dissipated as he reached the main road.
The road, usually busy with the hustle and bustle of wagons, was quiet and still. Milo spotted a cart coming down the road. The driver was a burly, middle-aged man, and Milo flagged him down. “Can I get a ride?” he asked.
“Sure,” the driver shifted in his seat. “Doesn’t matter anyway. Might as well be operating a ferry;” he said as Milo scrambled in.

Milo saw what he meant as the cart lurched forward. 3 people- 2 boys about his age and a younger girl were already crowded in among the empty milk cans. One of the boys had bright red hair and a hailstorm of freckles across his cheeks. The other boy and the girl both had olive-colored skin and dark brown hair. They must have been brother and sister, because the girl was crying on the boy’s shoulder while he stroked the long hair that reached past her waist.

“So,” the ginger drawled. “Where are you going? I’m going to New Caledonia, for the princess’s foot race;” he left no room for Milo to respond. This sort of one-sided conversation continued for several hours, before the driver threatened to personally toss the ginger out of the cart if he didn’t shut his mouth. The ginger’s face matched his hair for the remainder of the journey.

i stole this from brit.

let's get to know each other a little better shall we?

it's simple really. just a few questions, and we can all be a little happier.

one: your current favorite song. not the mainstream songs, something new.

two: a random fact about yourself. a weird habit that makes you unique.

three: lastly, a question for me. anything will do. from boys to preferred color of crayon. answers are guaranteed to follow.

please? if i promise to leave you some love in comment form on your blog?
or just cause you're feeling super friendly and nice today. (:

~originally by brit. we love her here.

take over.

My blog has had a makeover.
Do you like it?
I like the little dinosaur up at the top.
He's cute.

:)

stories to tell.

Band Camp is over.
Every part of me that I can think of is sore.
It's pretty awesome.

Why?

Most people think that spending 5-6 hours a day outside,
in 90 degree weather,
while running and re-running drill,
would bloodily murder your desire to ever do whatever it is you may be doing.

But let me tell you something.

When you walk out into that stadium,
and you hear the crowd screaming with excitement,
your excitement levels rocket skyward.

Your conviction comes back ten-fold and you are determined to do everything absolutely perfectly.
Your pride for who you are and what you do is very much confirmed.

You want more.

This is why us "crazy band people" spend every ounce of energy doing what we hate,
Just so we can get what we love.

Yeah, we're cool like that.

swinging from mars.

Over the past few weeks, I've been reading so many posts about how
"My best friend is moving!"
"I'm so sad! I'll miss you, BFF!"
...and et cetera.

Dearest Emilee-
Let me say, you aren't one of my best friends.
I would like you to be, but we haven't had time to know get to know each other better.
Yes, putting painful, skin-removing tape on your skin made us closer,
but apparently not close enough.
:) You'll always be my blogger/birthday buddy.
I still would love to get to know you better.
Have fun in North Carolina.

~Rebekah

bahaha.

Today was the 2nd day of band camp.

I am exhausted, to say the least.

*Yawn*....

I'm going to bed now.

Goodnight.

nothing to lose

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From the producers that brought you

and the directors of
Proudly present their newest production:
Playing only next week, Monday-Friday 8am-4pm!!!
Be there, be there, BE THERE!!!!!
(Unless, of course, you're not in Marching Band)

waltzing through summer.

Instead of compiling a playlist for the summer at the beginning of June,

I decided to let it wait and pick the songs that matched my summer the best.

So, I present to you, my blog readers,

My Summer 2011 Playlist