Silent Night

Looking for an inspirational film for your holiday season?

Silent Night, directed by Christian Vuissa.

Very moving, and has the most beautiful version of the song "Silent Night" that I've ever heard.

(It's the story of how the carol came into being)

Teach the Children

"The children of today seem to have somehow missed out on the true spirit of Christmas. It's not their fault. It's just that the adults, many of them not having been taught themselves, have forgotten to teach the children," said Santa, tears in his eyes.

"Teach them what?" I asked.

Santa's kind old face became soft, more gentle. His eyes began to shine with something more than tears. He spoke softly. "Teach the children the true meaning of Christmas. Teach them that the part of Christmas we can see, hear, and touch is much more than meets the eye. Teach them the symbolism behind the customs and traditions of Christmas which we now observe. Teach them what it is they truly represent."

Santa reached into his bag and pulled out a tiny Christmas tree and set it on my mantle. "Teach them about the Christmas tree. Green is the second color of Christmas. The stately evergreen, with its unchanging color, represents the hope of eternal life in Jesus. Its needles point heavenward as a reminder that mankind's thoughts should turn heavenward as well."

Santa reached into his bag again and pulled out a shiny star and placed it at the top of the small tree. "The star was the heavenly sign of promise. God promised a Savior for the world and the star was the sign of the fulfillment of that promise on the night that Jesus Christ was born. Teach the children that God always fulfills His promises, and that wise men still seek Him."

"Red," said Santa, "is the first color of Christmas." He pulled forth a red ornament for the tiny tree. "Red is deep, intense, vivid. It is the color of the life-giving blood that flows through our veins. It is the symbol of God's greatest gift. Teach the children that Christ gave His life and shed His blood for them that they might have eternal life. When they see the color red, it should remind them of that most wonderful Gift."

Santa found a silver bell in his pack and placed it on the tree. "Just as lost sheep are guided to safety by the sound of the bell, it continues to ring today for all to be guided to the fold. Teach the children to follow the true Shepherd, who gave His life for the sheep."

Santa placed a candle on the mantle and lit it. The soft glow from its one tiny flame brightened the room. "The glow of the candle represents how people can show their thanks for the gift of God's Son that Christmas Eve long ago. Teach the children to follow in Christ's foot steps... to go about doing good. Teach them to let their light so shine before people that all may see it and glorify God. This is what is symbolized when the twinkling lights shine on the tree like hundreds of bright, shining candles, each of them representing one of God's precious children, their light shining for all to see."

Again Santa reached into his bag and this time he brought forth a tiny red and white striped cane. As he hung it on the tree he spoke softly. "The candy cane is a stick of hard white candy: white to symbolize the virgin birth and sinless nature of Jesus, and hard to symbolize the Solid Rock the foundation of the church, and the firmness of God's promises. The candy cane is in the form of a 'J' to represent the precious name of Jesus, who came to earth. It also represents the Good Shepherd's crook, which He uses to reach down into the ditches of the world to lift out the fallen lambs who, like all sheep, have gone astray. The original candy cane had three small red stripes, which are the stripes of the scourging Jesus received by which we are healed, and a large red stripe that represents the shed blood of Jesus, so that we can have the promise of eternal life.

"Teach these things to the children."

Santa brought out a beautiful wreath made of fresh, fragrant greenery tied with a bright red bow. "The bow reminds us of the bond of perfection, which is love. The wreath embodies all the good things about Christmas for those with eyes to see and hearts to understand. It contains the colors of red and green and the heaven-turned needles of the evergreen. The bow tells the story of good will towards all and its color reminds us of Christ's sacrifice. Even its very shape is symbolic, representing eternity and the eternal nature of Christ's love. It is a circle, without beginning and without end. These are the things you must teach the children."

I asked, "But where does that leave you, Santa?"

The tears gone now from his eyes, a smile broke over Santa's face. "Why bless you, my dear," he laughed, "I'm only a symbol myself. I represent the spirit of family fun and the joy of giving and receiving. If the children are taught these other things, there is no danger that I'll ever be forgotten."

"I think I'm beginning to understand."
"That's why I came," said Santa. "You're an adult. If you don't teach the children these things, then who will?"

(Author Unknown)

Let us remember the true meaning of Christmas this year.

Merry Christmas/ Feliz Navidad/ Buone Natalie/ Joyeux Noel!

(Feel free to copy the images and use them to teach your own children/blog readers/Facebook followers)

Updates... Again.

Sometimes I suck at blogging.
Other times I just really really need to share stuff.
Like this:

And the fact that I love you all.
I'll try to post more, I promise
(But I can't promise that will actually happen)

Search, Ponder, and Pray

I've been neglecting my blog. Poor dear.

I recently had a discussion with one of my friends. I expressed my excitement in order to go on a mission when I turn 19, and she, though trying to respect my decision, stated that she had decided not to go. When I inquired why, she said it was because her patriarchal blessing had focused a lot on her life as a wife and mother. I said I understood and said no more of it, but I couldn't help pondering her lack of enthusiasm.

You see, everybody else I've talked to is SUPER excited to go on a mission, myself included. It was strange in the least to find someone who considers herself so strong in the Church not excited. Not. One. Freaking. Whit.

It kept irking me until a couple days later, when I was in Seminary. Brother Larsen (Best male Seminary teacher I've ever had. Plus, he looks strangely like my dad o.O) talked about how awesome his mission was. He pointed out that we have to get ready for our missions even earlier now, preparing while we're in high school. He got so riled up that he started shouting, telling us that we should be EXCITED for our missions!

But the best part about the entire discussion is that he pointed out, girls, that if you leave when you're 19, you'll get back when you're 20-21. Most people don't even get married until they're 21 or 22, leaving you with plenty of time.And guess what? It will leave you a better person.

It proved to me that my friend was, at least, partially wrong. A mission will be a wonderful experience for you, and will help you raise your children in the gospel.

Girls, I don't know about you, but I'm going on a mission. And if you feel like you shouldn't, pray again, because whether or not the prophet commands it, a mission is for every young man and woman.

(In the name of Jesus Christ, amen)

P.S.:

"A desire to serve (a mission) is a natural outcome of one’s conversion, worthiness, and preparation." -Russell M. Nelson

What does that say about you?

MISSION

Okay, I'll admit I haven't updated in forever.
What can I say? I'm a busy girl.
But this most recent conference is definetly worth posting about.

2 1/2 years, suckers! WHOOP!

Trek!

Trek was an amazing experience.

Those who have been know that I'm not kidding.

Heck, there aren't words to describe it!

I had an amazing family:

And guess what?

We were at Martin's Cove/ Sixth Crossing/ Rocky Ridge/ Rock Creek Hollow...

OVER PIONEER DAY.

Freaking spiritual experience, let me tell you.

I also had the opportunity to trek for several people over the last few days:

Heber Robert McBride, 13: Heber came across the plains with his family in the Martin Handcart Company. His mother took sick and his father died (after the last crossing of the Platte River) so he and his older sister Janette carried their younger brothers and sister all the way to the Valley

Hannah Hawkey, 34: Hannah also came across in the Martin Company. She married a widower, Foster Hawkey and adopted his son, James, both of who died somewhere along the way. She carried her two daughters in the handcart most of the way, and they survived to reach the valley.

Ane Olsen, 46: Ane and her son Lorenzo (12) were from Denmark. Ane was known as a remarkably charitable person, giving money to people who needed it. She died after the treacherous ascent of Rocky Ridge, leaving Lorenzo an orphan. She was one of the 13 buried at Rocky Ridge (see the movie 17 Miracles)

Rebecca Cula Langman, 21: Rebecca, a single woman from England, was the only member of her family. She became a member at age 16. At age 20, she met Moses Cluff, a missionary. They became friends and talked of going to America. She traveled in the Willie Handcart Company, and Moses traveled with the Martin Handcart Company. 6 weeks after she arrived in the valley, she and Moses were married (terribly romantic, isn't it?)

I love all these people with all my soul.

I hope you do, too.

Team Cyrano

Cyrano de Bergerac is the best love story in the world.

Why?

One reason, mostly.

Cyrano's love for Roxane is completely selfless.

He helps Christian woo Roxane, knowing all the while that she will never love him. When Roxane and Christian were married, Cyrano distracts De Guiche, though it costs him much pain to witness his love marry another. Even after Christian dies, Cyrano lets Roxane live in her unrequited love, when he could be making his move. 

I've also decided that I'm "Team Cyrano", if we're going to separate into teams.

Cyrano has known Roxane his entire life, so he knows what a sweet soul she is.

Christian's love for Roxane is based entirely off of infatuation (and vice versa).

And I kind of think Roxane is not the best candidate for Cyrano.

Though she is kind-hearted and well meaning, she has a shallow idea about love.

Love shouldn't be about good looks and smooth talking- it should be about the love.

Hence the term.

Yup.

What's your favorite love story?

Prestige

I feel so prestigious.

Thanks to the liebling Emilee, I have been nominated (!!) for the Liebster award!

"The Liebster Blog Award is given to upcoming bloggers who have less than 200 followers. The Meaning; Liebster is German and means sweetest, kindest, nicest, dearest, beloved, lovely, kind, pleasant, valued, cute, endearing and welcome."

 Awww.. I feel so special.

THE RULES.

1. one must write eleven facts about themselves.

2. answer the questions the 'tagger' has set for you. 

3. provide eleven new questions for the people you tag.

4. choose up to elven people and link them in your post.

5. inform the 'tagged' of this prestigious award.

THE FACTS

1. Audiobooks are amazing. They make even books I hate tolerable. Twilight? I can stand it when I'm listening to it through ear-buds.
2.  I kind of ran into a fence today. No big deal (so say my parents)
3.  I'm kind of obsessed with accents. My current favorite is Scottish, though most days it's English.
4. I'm sleepy....
5. I have the cutest little sister in the world. Jus'sayin.
6. Honey toast is the best. Yumm.
7. The best love story in the world is Cyrano de Bergerac. I'll post my reasons later.
8. The Phantom of the Opera 25th Anniversary Edition at Royal Albert Hall. Win.
9. I'm watching my brother play Wii Tennis. It's kind of boring.
10. Young love is fickle
11. I'm singing the Veggie Tales "Pizza Angel" song in my head. I don't know why. It's just so catchy.

THE ANSWERS

What is your father's best quality?

Hmm..... Either his patience, or his sense of humor. Pops makes me giggle.

 
Best thing you ever ate?

 Ooh...... Lion House rolls. Best. Rolls. Ever.

 
What is your favorite scent?

Wildflowers. They remind me of home.

 
Favorite summertime memory?

 Ack... too many to count.... but I really liked that one time I went to Oregon.

 
Tell me about the scariest thing you ever encountered.

My friends when they're angry. Especially Arianna's loud voice. Don't make her use her loud voice.

 
What is the best book you've ever read?

 Ooh..... my two current favorites are The Host by Stephenie Meyer and The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater. I could give you a list, though.

 
What is the best compliment you've ever received?

 Talia told me I'm beautiful. It warmed my heart.

 
Favorite color of socks?

 Lime green. It's a weird color, but I like them.

 
What do you want to be when you grow up//dream profession?

 Ooh... that's a hard one.... I'd really like to do something. I don't know what exactly yet. (Underwater Basket Weaving)

 
Best class you've ever had. Why?

 English 10 Honors with Gallagher. She's an amazing teacher. And she tells funny stories.

 
If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?

Right now, I kind of want to back to Terceria. I want to see a touradas à corda again.

THE QUESTIONS

Where was your favorite vacation?

What do you enjoy about your life right now?

What is the color of your toothbrush?

What's your favorite part of the Oreo? Cookie or Cream?

Would you rather learn to speak Farsi or Creole?

Favorite Beatles song?

THE PEOPLE
Jolyn
Kassie
Ashli

Employment

Look who got a job!

Come visit me. I'll sell you pizza.

Morp.

Superheroes. We went and saw Avengers for part of the date. Can you guess who we're supposed to be?

Camp

So... maybe we're crazy.

Just a bit.

Okay, maybe a lot.

 Maybe we see pregnant deer, and maybe watch them walk through with their baby a few days later....

 

 

Maybe we write crazy and *slightly* inappropriate remakes of One Direction songs....

And maybe we paint the Bishop's and Bro. Melick's nails...

Maybe we eat plates of fruit while posing for the camera...

And maybe I let Chloe take pictures of me with my cherubic face and my greasy hair...

 

And maybe we take long hikes...

 

 And maybe we go on death-defying high-wire trips just to go zip-lining. 

And maybe we go canoeing in leech infested waters....

Maybe this is Girls Camp...

Advice Bits.

Ladies, (and gentlemen), I am about to tell you something nobody ever bothered to explain to me.

If you are asking somebody on a date,

CALL THEM.

Don't text them.

(Let explain the problem with this to you: People always told me "Follow the Golden Rule. Treat others the way to want to be treated". So, since I actually prefer people to text me rather than to call me, I thought that this was all right. It wasn't.)

Poem 4 U

The Bagpipe Who Didn't Say No by Shel Silverstein

It was nine o'clock at midnight at a quarter after three
When a turtle met a bagpipe on the shore-side by the sea,
And the turtle said "My dearie,
May I sit with you? I'm weary."
And the bagpipe didn't say no.

Said the turtle to the bagpipe, "I have walked this lonely shore,
I have talked to waves and pebbles- but I've never loved before.
Will you marry me today, dear?
Is it 'No' you're going to say, dear?"
And the bagpipe didn't say no.

Said the turtle to his darling, "Please excuse me if I stare,
But you have the plaidest skin, dear,
And you have the strangest hair.
If I begged you pretty please, love,
Could I give you just one squeeze, love?"
And the bagpipe didn't say no.

Said the turtle to the bagpipe,
"Ah, you love me. Then confess!
Let me whisper in your dainty ear and hold you to my chest."
And he cuddled her and teased her
And so lovingly her squeezed her.
And the bagpipe said "Aaooga."

Said the turtle to the bagpipe,
"Did you honk or bray or neigh?
For 'Aaooga' when you're kissed is such a heartless thing to say.
Is it that I have offended?
Is it that our love is ended?"
And the bagpipe didn't say no.

Said the turtle to the bagpipe, "Shall I leave you, darling wife?
Shall I waddle off to Woedom? Shall I crawl out of your life?
Shall I move, depart, and go, dear?
Oh, I beg you tell me 'No', dear!"
And the bagpipe didn't say no.

So the turtle crept off crying and he ne'er came back no more.
And he left the bagpipe lying on that smooth and sandy shore.
And some night when tide is low there,
Just walk up and say "Hello, there,"
And politely ask the bagpipe if this story's really so.
I assure you, darling children, that the bagpipe won't say "No".

Updates

Miss Carly had surgery today.
Guess what? She not going to die!

*Yay!*

....

Morp was fun.

Pictures to come soon.

(Miss Emilee, all will be revealed in due time, due time)

And, I have my first non-dance date a week from Friday.

A wonderful boy named Russell is going to accompany me while we accompany Miss Eman on her first date.

Yeah.

I'll admit... It's been a while.

I promise you, all will be revealed. In due time.

I suppose I should start with birthday. It was amazing, to say the least. Because guess what??

I now have tickets for this:

Here:

Yeah. My Fall Break is going be pretty epic.
That was Thursday.

Friday, I was feeling crummy.
So I went home during lunch.
After I was home for a while, I was feeling better.
I decided to eat an entire pint of Ben n' Jerry's.
1200 calories of pure chocolate heaven, bebe.

Saturday, went to a BYU Open Lab.
It was more fun than normal chemistry, let me tell you that.
That afternoon, PARTY!!!
We ate pie. And drew with chalk. And got soaked.
Oh yeah.
That night, ballroom concert.
Featuring my wonderful friends Sarah and Spencer.
They're incredible dancers.

Sunday, Mother's Day.

I love my mom

*Hi, Mom!*

Monday morning, 2 am.

I threw up.

Twice.

*Audience* Ewww!!!

Yeah.

I sat up till 5 am because I couldn't get to sleep.

Finally got back to sleep.

Slept in till 8.

Felt crummy all day, but I went shopping with Carly, Arianna, and Madison.

MORP!!!!!

Tuesday, back to school with me.

Wednesday, teched for Scholars Night.
*Zzzzzz*

My friends went to Drama Banquet.

Beauty and the Beast, Peter Pan, Hamlet.

SOO excited.

Today is Thursday.

There's a band concert tonight.

5:30 for percussion.

7:30 for band.

:D

6 Days...

I haven't blogged a lot.

I haven't had a whole lot of time.

I really want to see Avengers.

And Wicked.

Guess what's in 6 days?

....

No, guess.

Carly's been sick.

She's better(ish) now.

DON'T DIE, CARLY!

;)

That's about it.

My life is boring.

I have a story to tell you.

Guess what?
I'm going to Morp.
Want to hear the story about the guy I asked?
Even if you don't, I'll tell it anyways.
Just don't read the rest of the post.

So, I'm on the computer, right? I'm trying to finish my English paper when date's sister starts chatting with me.
I'm like "Okay, cool, I can ask her if she thinks he'd like to go".
I ask her. She's like "Oh yeah, totally. Should I get him on so you can ask him?"
I say OK, but inside I'm having a panic attack. AUGH!!!
She gets him. He's like, "What's up? I was told it was important."
To which I replied "I wouldn't call it 'important,' but..." and I asked him.
He says he'll check his calendar, which makes me palm my face, but guess what?
He said yes.

There you go. Exciting, huh?

Kentucky Cycle

Kentucky Cycle.

Be there!

Be there!

Be there!

No seriously, come.

In loving memory

"The Lord takes many away even in infancy, that they may escape the envy of man, and the sorrows and evils of this present world; they were too pure, too lovely, to live on earth; therefore, if rightly considered, instead of mourning we have reason to rejoice as they are delivered from evil, and we shall soon have them again. . . ."

~Joseph Smith

Lucy Lindahl was only 3 years old when she drowned in her grandparent's pool.

The Lindahls live in my ward, and we were invited to the memorial serivce.

She was so loved by everyone who met her.

 Never did a day go by when her parents didn't get to tell her how beautiful she was.

I want to have that kind of relationship with my future children.

I hope that when they are reunited with their little girl,

It will be as joyous as her birth.

In Loving Memory of Lucy Mae Lindahl.

March 21st, 2009 - April 17th, 2012

That awkward moment...

...when you'd rather be freezing in the middle of spring break than sweating right before school.
I miss Moab.

Playlist of the Day

I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For -U2

Kyrie- Mr. Mister

Never Gonna Be Alone- Nickelback

Mandolin Rain- Bruce Hornsby

You're the Inspiration- Chicago

Telegraph Road- Dire Straits

 I Wish it Would Rain Down- Phil Collins

Wind of Change- Scorpions

Paradise- Coldplay

Every Teardrop is a  Waterfall- Also by Coldplay

Go listen. This music will make you feel wonderful. :D

I'm Listening to the Beatles.

I was totally happy not conforming to the current blogging hype.

But then this wonderful person tagged me.

(Miss Ruth, that was not sarcastic. Guess what? I voted for Nicole)

For those of you who don't understand, here's an important rule of this blog-o-sphere:

If you're tagged in a post, you can't back out.

(Sometimes) sad, but (always) true.

So:

1. share the rules.

2. post a photo & 11 random facts about yourself.

3. answer the questions asked of you.

4. ask more questions for those you tag.

5. tag others.

*I'm listening to the Beatles.
*I have a spoon!
*I ate sugar, so I'm all super chipper today.
*I voted for Brit for sophomore class officer. You should, too.
*I'm zoning out... what?
*Just because I'm feeling hyper, here's an invisible peanut *om nom om nom*
*My mother just announced she is making onion rolls. I thought she meant rolls stuffed with onions.
*Colin Farrel is attractive. Just so y'know.
*AVENGERS
*I want to one day have a photo shoot in Chernobyl. Wouldn't that be so cool?
*Yes, I was serious about that last fact. DYSTOPIA.
 

How would you describe beauty?
As any one thing that can be appreciated.

What is the most awkward thing you've ever witnessed?
Marching Band.

What is your favorite sound? Why?
 Rain on my window.

What's your biggest regret from childhood?
 My loud mouth.

How would you fix it/what would you differently?
 Go back in time (Where's Doc?) and tell me to shut up.

Morning or Night person?
 Well, if I wake up early, morning, but if I sleep in, night.

What is the weirdest dream you've ever had? What happened?
 Well, a few nights ago I had a dream that Henry Spencer showed up at my vacation in Lake Tahoe and told me that my father was plotting to murder me. WEIRD.

If you could smell only one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be/why?
 Wildflowers

What is something you've always wanted to tell someone? (Don't say their name)
 I've always wanted to tell someone "Shut up, I hate you." Then sock 'em across the jaw.

Peanut butter & jelly or ham sammich?
Right now, peanut butter. 


QUESTIONS
What's your favorite smell?
If you had to choose, would you rather punch somebody or hire the Dementors to suck out their soul?
Chocolate or red velvet?

I tag ANYBODY who hasn't gone yet.
:D

Umm...

Well, umm, this is awkward.

Do you guys mind if I have a little moment of fan-girl squee?

Thanks.

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Okay, I'm done.

But in exactly 2 hours,

 I will be watching THE HUNGER GAMES come to life!

From what I've heard, it's good.

Who am I to contradict my fellow obessors?

:D

Sheh-juley.

A1- AP History: Newman
A2- Comp. Prog: Moses/ Film Lit: Deans
A3- Fin. Lit: Durfee/ Fitness: Dahl
A4- AP Bio: Van Dijk
B1- French 3: Burnah
B2- Adv. Wind Symphony: Burgoyne
B3- English 11 H: Shelton
B4- Seminary.

I quite enjoy this schedule.
What about you guys?

family gatherings.

Did my grandfather just say "sucks"?
...Oh dear.
Who are you, and what have you done with my grandfather?

Simple Joys.

Knowing you've got your paper done.
Red lipstick.
Gummy vitamins.
Netflix.
Late-night texting.
Obsession with fictional characters.
Audrey Hepburn movies.
Attractive pale guys.
Blogging.
Prom dresses.
Forever 21.
Candy carts.
Coldplay and Lady Antebellum albums for 25 cents on Amazon.
Aviators.

blog post: birthday party.

If you were invited to a birthday party with a bunch of people you didn't know, what would you want to do with them?

>.<

Planning a birthday party is painful.
I need your advice.
What would you want to do?

That awkward moment....

...when you're doing your Chemistry homework, and you reach for your notes, and you realize you wrote them all on your homework.

adventures in mouth surgery, part 3

....also known as: The Movie List.
I got home from the dentist's office at approximately 5:00 pm.
I lay down on the couch, almost unable to talk for lack of feeling in my lips.
My mother, dear that she is, handed me her Kindle Fire.

I watched an episode of Cake Boss.
Then I watched Iron Man 2 and True Grit.
By then it was 10, and I went to bed.

When I woke up, I watched all 3 Lord of the Rings movies,
while eating the equivalent to a quart of ice cream.

Life is good.

adventures in mouth surgery, part 2

Well, it turns out that I am extremely vain.
I absolutely refuse to let my mother take a picture of me.
I look like a chipmunk.

Miss Talia has been having adventures in asking people on dates.
Check out her blog if you want to know what.

Dearest Bloggers-
Are you going with anybody to the Hunger Games yet?
Are you even planning on going?
Cause if you are, but you're not going with anybody yet, I have some available positions.
In my 2-person group.

:)

Bye, for now.

COMING SOON: Adventures in Mouth Surgery, Part 3

adventures in mouth surgery, part 1

I'm getting my wisdom teeth out this afternoon.

Though I admit I'm not excited to have my mouth cut open,

There are some benefits.

Like I rented the Lord Of The Rings DVDs from the library.

And I get to eat ice cream.

Staying home from school is always enjoyable.

(That is, of course, until I come back and realize just how much I missed)

Eh.

In other news:

I'm buying my Hunger Games tickets on Saturday.

Would some certain bloggers *koff koff Carrie* like to come with me, so we can get seats together?

I've only got one person going with me so far.

And he's a boy.

...

...

Come on, please?

 The showing is 4:55 pm on premiere day (Friday, March 23)

Come buy your tickets with me.

Farewell. Until I feel better enough to blog again.

well....

My Fair Lady is done.
Finally.
I'm not sure whether to be sad or relieved.

Yeah, I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while.
It's been hectic.
Now that I have more time, I'll be sure to blog more
(HAHAHAHAHA yeah right)

:)

Be your own Valentine.
Happy Singles Awareness Day!

Now playing at the Walker house...

Oh, yes.

Out of promos....

Without a functional camera,
I have no more promos.
*Sniff, sniff*.
Oh well.
COME.

"Wait, is this is sugar bowl?"
"No, it's the cocaine."

MFL Promo, Day 3

COME!!!!!!

MFL Promo, Day 2

MFL Promo, Day 1

MY FAIR LADY

FEB. 13-18

7:00 PM

$7 ADULT, $6 STUDENTS, $5 CHILDREN

COME.

improvements.

I've made some decoration changes to my room. Check it out:

Collage desk.

Close up of collage desk. I like it. :)

Scrapbook paper banner and mounted Seussical sign. Win.

 

 

As you can tell, I'm a real nerd

There you are. Decoration ideas for your own room.
You like?

aye, bee, see, dee.....

I quite enjoy the phonetic alphabet.

Guess what?
I'm scared of Eman's team now.
A girl from our team tripped while playing them,
and dislocated her elbow.

Ouch.

That's all
Goodbye.

questions, one and all!!!

I've got questions for every person who's in that little "followers" box to the left.
If you're not following, I don't know if you're reading.

Anyhow...

Kassie: Who is this knight in shining armor? I'm curious...

Shaylee: What's your favorite part about high school so far?

Jolyn: How does it feel to finally be getting those baptisms done?

Austyn: How many girls does it take to lift a moving desk? (hahaha)

Shiloh: How's things down at the Jr. High? Is Mr. Mott still crazy?

Sequoia: Do you bite your thumb at me, sir?

Sarah: How's things at American Heritage? Do you miss your PG friends?

Alashandra: When are you going to post again? I miss your inspiring words.

Carrie: Your photo shoots look like fun. Think I could do one?

Micaela: So... how's cello? Keep up with MFL?

Caitlin: So... back with old boyfriend? *Tell me more, tell me more...* :)

Nicole: Learner's permit, huh? You like driving so far?

Olivia: Tell me more about this guy who asked you Preference. He sounds nice.


Emilee: How's things in the NC? And when are you coming to visit us?

Andrew: When do you turn 16? I can set you up, if you like. (haha, just kidding. But seriously- when are you 16?)

Brittney: What's with this boy? Your not-so-subtle hints are actually pretty subtle. ;)

There you are! Go wild!

jobs and blogger kudos.

I'm job hunting tomorrow.
I'm pretty excited.
I will be applying for jobs such as a dog washer, a shoe salesman, and a fast food cashier.
Then I'll be going to a party for my friend Kailean.
He's turning sixteen. Wish him luck.

Talia and I have a bet.
I think she's going to get asked to Sweethearts.
She says she's not.
Either way, we get frozen confections and a chance to serve.
What say you?

Congratulations to Olivia, who is going to be the Nauvoo Paegeant.
How cool is that?

Carrie is now a fellow Hunger Games fan.
She's my new favorite.

Kudos to Kassie.
She's being a trooper.

Jolyn is sixteen.
She needs a date to Sweethearts.
Good luck, girl!

Sequoia emails me almost everyday.
He's pretty awesome.
Kudos to him, even though he goes to a smart kid school.

Farewell for now!

Job hunt.

Hey yo, blog readers.
So, umm, Mr. Burnah has managed to talk me into the $4000+ trip to Paris.
Summer of 2013.
I (need/want, who can say?) $4000+ dollars.

First item of business-
I need a job.
Badly.
Where do you's all work?
Would you mind getting me an application?

Thanks, I love you. :)

Second item of business-
Would you get mad if I monetized my blog a little bit?
Just a little bit- for some extra cash?
Rate it on the following scale:

(Thanks to Allie for letting me use her pain scale)
So? What are you waiting for?COMMENT!!!
I really need feedback.
Thanks. You're a doll. :)

Are you a fan of delicious flavor?

Why yes, yes I am. Thanks, Shawn. :)
(For those of you too lazy to read the post title, look up)

So, sometimes I see pictures of cutesy weddings.
Then I get all weird.
So, when I get weird, I shop Etsy.
And find things I'd buy if I had a credit/debit card.
Would you like to see?
Of course you _______ (would, would not).

If you said would not, too bad.
You get to see them anyway.

Sometimes I really love lace.

Throwback.

Junior High, anybody?

Depressing Poetry Post, Part 2

I suppose most of you are wondering about that super-depressing poem-ish thing I posted the other day.
Here's my half-baked explanation.

I suppose I have a sort of prophetic tendency.
I was feeling all depressed (for no reason whatsoever; the confusion made me even more depressed), and I just needed to get it out on paper.
The next day, while reading about you fellow bloggers more depressing lives, I figured that I should share it.
So everybody felt loved.

.... Maybe I really am prophetic.
The next morning, my uncle (the one who loves baseball and the Yankees) died.
He was only 65.

We go to his funeral tomorrow afternoon.

Whatever you've been going through,
Whether it be boy troubles or losing your best friend,
Take a gander at these little bits....

dear bloggers...

This is for all of those (non)bloggers who may be going through a hard time right now.

What do you do when you're as lonely as the wind?
Yes, the wind is lonely. Very much so.
Think of it- it blows, always shifting, always changing.
Always there but never noticed.
Barely there, but always a constant.

So, when you're as lonely as the wind,
You are always there, but no one notices.
You could slip away unnoticed, and nobody would care.

So, what do you do?
Do you make a fool of yourself,
Doing stupid things that get you noticed,
But also gets you a bad reputation?

Do you withdraw completely,
Causing almost no changes and breaking your heart?

Or do you simply stay there,
Never quite content with the situation,
Until you just can't take it anymore?

Tears will fall while you try to find the answer.
Sleepless nights will me spent pacing the floor of your room,
Which will become as cold and unforgiving as a dungeon cell.

Nothing will be familiar.
Everything is alien.
Your tortured soul will plead for an escape,
While your face protects your dignity with a mask of steel,
Immovable and unyielding.

Eventually, your heart will fall prey to the same fate.
Cold as stone, you will lock all those who have and have not hurt you out
You will become cool and distant.
Your once warm relationships a cold, calculating operation,
Where you will try to gauge how much a person can give you,
And how much they will hurt you.

Your heart and your mind will engage in a fiery war,
Where your common sense and your wounded spirit will try to determine what you will become-
That is , a heartless creature, with no meaningful relationship, and who is governed by  anger,
Perhaps a person completely governed by their logic and has no feelings whatsoever.

What do you do?

You are confused.

And alone.

There is no one there to catch you.


To be continued......

umm....

NOOOO!!!!
School's coming back.

Tomorrow morning:
I will wake up at 5 am, read my scriptures, doze off for half an hour, drag my slowly atrophying body into the shower, get out, dry my hair, try to warm myself under my ceiling vent (I live in the basement), get dressed, do hair and make-up, go upstairs, eat, read more scriptures, pick up my carpool buddy, and go to school.
I will then participate in Band (Yay!), French 2 (Yay!), Algebra 2 (Bleh.), and Honors English (Yay!)
I will then go to Pit Orchestra (Yay!). After that, my mother will pick me up. After that, I will arrive at my house approximately 15 minutes after rehearsal has ended. I will proceed to finish my homework for Wednesday, and after that I will watch Perry, Merlin, and Shawn Spencer on Netflix.

Even though school is back in session....
Life is good.