Merp derp

It's been a long week. And I was getting ready for bed half an hour ago and realized I hadn't taken a picture for you. So. This is what you get.

Now I'll go finish my homework so I can go to bed.



Note: I thought I published this last night, but I guess I didn't...my bad.

Expecto Patronum!

Hi all.

Holy crap, it's been a long day. I took a MUCH needed nap this morning. And I learned almost nothing in class today(don't tell Mr. Rees...) because I was so exhausted. This afternoon was somewhat more productive tho...thank goodness.

And then I took pictures. And I love taking pictures, in case NONE of you had gathered that in the past year and half that we've been acquainted(or longer. That's just how long this baby's been up).I did couple pictures for one of my close friends and her boyfriend. And they are A-Dor-A-Ble. I do not say this lightly. As I was going through the pictures when I got home, I just kept giggling. They're so cute.

Anyway, right before we left, we got this picture. He is holding an actual wand, not a stick, okay? It was getting real dark and we weren't planning on taking these pictures, but I saw my wand in my purse and I insisted, mostly because this tree looks like the Whomping Willow(if you don't know what that is, go die). They were so enthusiastic. I love this one. So, enjoy.

In the next few days, I'll have the rest of their pictures up on my photography blog. You should check them out. Cuz they're freaking adorable.

Now. As you're aware, it's THURSDAY. Allow me to go get my awkward notes from the past few days.

I have returned.

Awkward:

So, I have this app on my iPod that alters your voice to make it sound funny. And we sometimes like to plug it into my stereo, say obnoxious things, and blast it. Yesterday, Autumn had made farting noises into it, and it was on a deep voice setting. We pull up to the gate JUST as it starts playing. LOUDLY. And the guy in the lane next to us had his window down. And he gave us a really funny look. As it sounds like we're farting our butts off.

I made these wands(As you can see from the picture). And I was driving around in my car, and i was pretending to pick my nose with one(don't ask), and I went over a bump and almost jabbed it up my nose. My siblings couldn't stop laughing.

For mutual, we took sobriety tests for fun. And I failed.

Awkward quotes:

*at a church dance*
Guy: I'm just gonna tell you something now.
Me: Okay...
Guy: I hate it when girls stop texting me for no reason at all.
Me: Okay...*thinking "what the crap?!"*
Guy: That girl over there *points* she did that. And I hate her.

Awesome:

I MADE WANDS. WHAT NOW, PUNKS?!?

I put at least 5 people under the Impurius curse. What now.

I took a nap. That's pretty awesome.

I skyped with Beka, Helen, and Diego. At the same time. And we exchanged dreams. And it made my day.

Awesome quotes:

Seminary teacher: Aurora, if you were on a game show, who would you have introduce you?
Me: *instantly* Josh Hutcherson. Bam.
seminary teacher: Okay, Adam, who would you choose?
Adam: I'd choose God.
Me: ...now I feel great...
Jodie: They're sorta the same.
(I realize that is somewhat sacrilegious. So, sue me. It was funny.)

Jodi: *points wand at me* Crucio!
Me: *points wand at her* Stupefy!
Christian: *hits Jodi over the head with a hymn book* Cuncussion-o!

Me: *points wand* Stupefy!
Jodi: That doesn't really work...I can't get much stupider.



Okay. I'm exhausted, and I'm going to bed now.

And it stank of vinegar and applesauce

 Happy Wednesday night. Don't you love my enthusiasm?

Today was long, to say the least. My mom dragged me away from my homework(how dare her) to go apple picking. Although I protested initially, I'm glad I went. Even though it smelled real bad, and I got squashed apples(applesauce?) on my shoes. I love washing shoes...not.

And yes. The second I got home, I went to work for 2 1/2 hours, until my mom begged me to come home, and then spent 2 hours on homework until, you guessed it, my mom begged me to go to bed. That was 5 minutes ago. Which means I need to get this booty to bed. Pronto.

Anywho. These are two pictures from the orchard today. I was gonna combine them into one, but Photoshop was being real slow this morning and I'm supposed to be in bed, so you get two. Lucky you!

A lot of awkward/awesome things happened today, but I won't tell you about them because tomorrow is Thursday. Woot.

This picture was highly exposed. I'm sorry. I couldn't fix it. Sue me.

And with that, I'll go throw myself onto my bed and pass out.

Wash that car. Like a boss.

Er'rybody. It's a Tuesday. That means that tomorrow is Wednesday. Which means soon, the week will be over. If you don't follow my logic, I'm sorry. It makes sense to me, so I'm sorry you can't read my mind.

Ignore the obnoxious face. I accidentally uploaded the wrong picture, but I'm too lazy to reupload the right one. But it looks like this, except I'm laughing.

And yes. I'm washing my window. I went to get gas(hardly any of it...I'm a poor broke soul) and I washed my windows cuz the last time I did that was...never. And mah seester took pictures. And most of them look like I'm special.

In order to avoid making multiple posts tonight(I'm tired, kay?), I will tell you a few highlights of my day.

1) I made Harry Potter wands. 4 of them, but 2 of them sucked and I'm trashing them.

2) I pointed my wand at people and yelled spells, mostly the Impurius curse, as I drove past them. Multiple people turned around. It was awesome.

3) I took a drunk driver test(courtesy of my YW leaders husband) and was told that, if it was real, I wouldn't have passed the test. I guess I just have really bad balance...and I'm ditzy....

4) Something else hilarious happened today, but it has slipped my mind. As many things do. Sorry. It's still sorta the beginning of the week, so this is aloud.

I hope you enjoyed looking at my face and crappy hair. Best part of this picture: My sunglasses. I really love those things.

Kaythanksbye. Sleep well people. Unless you read this tomorrow.

A picture a day keeps the boredom away

Before I start, I'd like to say, no, I'm not often bored. Not lately, anyway. If I say I'm bored, I'm actually just avoiding the mountain of work I have looming over my head. However, since the beginning of last week, I've been über stressed. And I haven't been giving myself creative outlets. So. I'm going to ATTEMPT to post a picture a day here on my blog. Cuz hey. It's Monday. And people usually start things on Mondays. Like diets(that was a funny joke. ;) ).  And it'll be whatever the heck I want it to be of. I know my friend Helen did this once and only got about 51 days into it. However,this is for me to do and not really be held accountable. For example, I probably won't post on Sundays. And if I miss a day, I probably won't compensate the next day. Unless I took a super awesome picture and just never got around to posting it. So. Without further ado, here is day 1.

Le tired. 

I hate Mondays.

Savior of the frogs

My parents, sister and I went on a day trip on Thursday. We went to this little town called Placitas. And it is BEAUTIFUL. We just drove around, looked at property. Cuz why not? Anyway, we were driving down this dirt road when we decided it was time to head home. We pull into someones driveway, and turn around. We're driving back down this dirt road, and my dad suddenly says, "Wow. Would you look at that! There's a ton of tadpoles over here!" So, of course, my mom makes him stop. And she jumps out of the car. And then comes back, and gets a SOLO cup(we had a ton in the car...I have no idea why). Autumn and I joined her. This is a picture I took BEFORE we touched ANY of the tadpoles.

Sorry, it was taken with my iPod...it sorta sucks. Also, keep in mind, this is about HALF of the puddle.

That is a whole heck of a lot of tad poles.


My mom, sister and I gathered up SO MANY of these tad poles. Cuz, being the saints that we are, we wanted to save them. All of them. But we couldn't. There were so many still there when we left. We had 4 solo cups and a water bottle full of tadpoles.

Another crappy iPod picture. My bad.

Anyway. We urged my dad to drive really fast, and I had my sister prepare some tupperware tubs for us, and we dumped 'em in as soon as we were home.

So, yeah. We saved like, 250 tadpoles. They were PACKED. We had two families come and take some, cuz what the poo are we gonna do with 250 frogs? Some of them died on the trip, and some have died since then. Actually, they like eating each other...a lot...

We have a few frogs. I have a NON-iPod picture for you. Get ready. You should be excited.

Sorry, the exposure is way high, I just didn't feel like fixing it. That's Stephen and I, each holding a toad, over the basin of tadpoles.

Basically, this made my Friday a bit exciting and I felt like you guys should see it. ;)

This counts as my "Awesome Thursday" for last week. ;)

MasterChef.....jk

I mentioned last week that I was possibly going to do some baking/cooking. And that I'd probably post about it. True to my word, I'm posting. Congrats.

So, I'd like to say that I suddenly decided that baking was my calling or something. However, that's not the case. I'm pretty sure it's this blog I found. It's super awesome. And it's gluten free. So, I modified my flour recipe and started baking. You know what I've made in the past week?

I made pretzel rolls(I over cooked them tho...oh well).
I made homemade salsa. Thrice.
I made cupcakes. Holy crap were they good. I was told they tasted like a glorified brownie. I was also told that they tasted like oreos...
I made double chocolate cookies(I over cooked these too...what the crap).
And I just finished making pop tarts. They're cooling downstairs so I can frost them. But. They look flippin delicious.

I'm not MasterChef, but hey, I'm not bad. I definitely don't suck. At least, not all the way...

Speaking of MasterChef...I super love that show...that has nothing to do with anything tho.


I mention, quite often, that I get weird looks because of my choice to wear a helmet on the way home from seminary. Well, we haven't worn helmets at all this week. Just cuz my dad took them inside the house and I keep missing my alarm and forgetting to grab them. SO. To compensate, we've been making super obnoxious faces at people, and they're still yelling "YUMMY YUMMY" at random passersby.

I think we've gotten more funny looks today than we ever did with helmets. I don't want to analyze this, cuz I'm lazy. You can think about it tho.

Now, if you'll excuse me. I have to go frost my poptarts.

Cops and helmets

I mentioned in my post yesterday something about wearing helmets. Often. In the car. And now I have the most fabulous story in the whole world to tell you. And it goes like this.

So. I get out of seminary this morning. And I walk to my car. And I wrap myself in a blanket(it's getting cold, okay?) and then my sister, and the two kids I drive to seminary get in my car. Usually, I drive just one of those two kids home, cuz the other goes to public school. Weird. ;) Anyway. Since it was cold, she asked us to drive her to school. No biggie, we do it sometimes. Anyway. I make them all put their helmets on, and we drive over to the other side of the street. Buuut they were closing the gate and so I had to park on the side of the road. Right next to the cross walk. Now, this girl took FOREVER to get out of the car. So, as she's taking forever, a cop pulls up next to me. And I'm attempting to fix my helmet, cuz it's sliding all over the place. And Autumn next to me says, "Uhm...Aurora....there's a cop." So I look up all scared and see the cop. He's giving me this half amused, half pissed face, and then motions for me to drive down the road to a different area cuz apparently, you're not aloud to drop people off there. So, I drove down the road and dropped her off.

I'm not doing that again.

However, the awkward-funniness doesn't stop there.

So, the three of us drive home. And we drive through Nickolas' neighborhood(the kid I drive home), duh. Right before we enter his street, we see a man walking. It's Friday, so we're all hyper and hyped up on sugar. So Nickolas yells out the window, "YUMMY YUMMY!" and the man turns around. His face was priceless. Pissed, then surprised, then amused/confused. We kept driving, and down the block, there's a man with a dog. He yells, "NICE DOG!" We're all laughing at this point. Yes, we're obnoxious. It's okay. Anyway, so I said(laughing), "the next guy I see, I'm going to yell 'YUMMY YUMMY!'". The next guy we see is across the street from Nickolas' house, and he's smoking(not hot. A cigarette). Well, I used my better judgement and decided not to yell at him. However, my sophomore sister, did not use her better judgement. And she yelled, LOUDLY, "YUMMY YUMMY!!" Nickolas crouched over as he walked into his house, cuz he didn't want his neighbor seeing him with the crazy people wearing helmets.

On the way home, Autumn decided to treat me to breakfast, cuz she wanted to see the reaction of the people at Twisters(the bestest fast food mexican restaurant EVER). The lady at the window definitely did a double take would she saw us. When she handed us our food, I said, "Thankth." Yes, I used a lisp. Yes, she started out the window at us as we drove off.

It basically goes without saying that every day of my life is highly awkward. Also, I wouldn't have remembered all of this for Awkward Thursday next week, so it needed it's own post.

Awkward and Awesome Thursdays

So, about a year ago, my friend Layne told me to start doing Awkward and Awesome Thursdays. And I did them. For a week. And then I did a few sporadically throughout the past year. And now, I am going to do another.

For anyone that hasn't read any of my previous 'Thursday' posts, I basically post all the awkward and awesome things that have happened today/this week. OR you could go here. And yes, after looking through my old posts, I guess I only did one...awks. I thought I'd done multiple. Oh well. Maybe there are more, hidden like ninjas on my page. I bet that's what happened. Please wear a helmet to prevent a head slicing. I am not liable to any deaths because of this blog. Speaking of helmets, I'll get started on my 'Awkward's...

Awkward:
On the way home from Seminary, me and my sister and the freshman boy I drive, we all wear helmets. In the car. Cuz YOLO. ;) Just kidding, it's cuz we're cool. And we get so many funny looks, it's hilarious. And awkward.

There're these two kids who are walking to school as we drive home. And I think they like each other. And we've gotten into a habit of staring at them as we pass. They haven't been walking to school for the past 3 ish days...I don't know how to feel about this...we think some of this has to do with the helmet wearing as well....awkward...

I was at dinner with my sister at Pei Wei, and I was shoving a bunch of chopsticks into my purse(hey. It's free merchandise), and one of the workers glances over at me, and then does a double take.

Another time, as I was stuffing chopsticks in my bag, a guy I knew walked past and called my name and came over for a hug. I haven't seen him since this spring. It was weird. Mostly cuz I was shoving chopsticks in my purse.

I gave someone a ride home from mutual and they climbed into my car, and flipped POO cuz I have a bunch of heads in my back seat. Mannequin heads. Still, heads.

I had one such head pressed up against the rear window, that just so happens to look like Michael Jackson, in my opinion. And I was taking the trash out and I saw it as I was running back to my house. I screamed. I thought it was Michael Jackson, coming to rape me.

Someone asked me if I was expecting. MAJORLY AWKWARD. It was a fat day. Plus I was wearing my question mark shirt. It looks like I'm pregnant, but don't know what I'm having. As in gender, not species. I'm not having a parrot-human crossbreed. I'm not having anything, for that matter. I wonder if you can have a parrot-human....

I was taking pictures of my sister on the sidewalk yesterday. It is common for photographers to have awkward poses while taking pictures, just to get the right angle. I had my butt sticking out as I was taking pictures. Aaand a car full of guys drove past. Three times. I didn't realize til my sister got freaked out cuz they kept passing. We relocated. I don't like guys staring at mah butt.

I was talking to the lovely Anela in class today. Or, I said "hello" (in a much more creative way) and immediately got a message from one of the class mods "keep the chat on topic".  We then had a text conversation. It has been decided that this was his first class and he was power hungry.

My mom came in the house after using my car and asked, "Why are there heads in your car?"

I found out that SWAG stands for "Secretly We Are Gay". Yuppp...

I was babysitting last night, and I fell asleep. Which WOULD be fine. BUT she forgot her keys. So, she was ringing the doorbell, trying to wake me up. She had to call me.

I slept through my alarm, and Nicholas(The freshman I drive to seminary) was ringing my doorbell and knocking for forever til I woke up. His face when I answered the door was priceless. I looked great. Bedhead and all.


Awesome:

I went out to dinner tonight. I like food. Therefore, this is awesome.

Someone told me they wanted my bangs. Furthermore, they wanted to pull them off my head. It made me feel special. ;) (I give you permission to do one of those awkward cough laughs with a weird face. It's one of those moments. I understand.)

I had a hilariously funny conversation with my friend, who happens to be a boy, about what kissing someone with a beard feels like. His opinion about mustaches was insightful. And he is straight, yes.

I passed an assessment in Science with 21 out of 28! Woot....

I wore tie dyed pants today. That's just awesome.

I was told that I'm a cute bum.

I made cupcakes. And they taste....pretty okay. Sorta. I think I'll make other people eat them! Yay for sharing...

I shot a bunch of people. In a non-lazer lazer tag thing. It was thebomb.com. <<That's a link. I think. Don't click it...mink. (THAT ALL RHYMED :D)

My sister came home for the weekend. Stoked.

The teachers(like 14-15 year old boys) in my ward are no longer afraid of me. It's pretty cool.

When telling people at my church about wearing helmets in our car, one of the girls asked, "Oh, so do you wear them cuz your seatbelts are broken?" Made. My. Day. Cuz if my seatbelts were broken, I'd just wear a helmet. Same thing. ;)



Maybe I'll stay on top of things and post an awkward/awesome post next Thursday. Don't count on it tho. :) Good night, random citizens.

I take lots of pictures

I made a couple posts on my photography blog. Go look at them. Now. Cuz I said so. And cuz you love me.



http://sweetsmiles-photography.blogspot.com/

That's just the main link. There are two recent ones. While you're over there, follow my blog. Then tell your friends to follow it. Then tell your friends to follow this one. Cuz you know you want to. :)

Hi, my name is: Confident

There are many a misconception in this world. Here are a few that bug me.

If you think you're ugly you're trying to draw attention and compliments.
If you think you're beautiful you're conceited.

MAKE UP YOUR MINDS, PEOPLE!!

Yup. That's about where the "holy poo this pisses me off" line is drawn. There are others, but they aren't pertinent to this post.

Allow me to give you a couple of scenarios where these assumptions are and aren't accurate.

Situation 1:
*girl posts picture of herself on facebook* Ohmygawsh. I look so uglly. Liiike if you disagree!

^^That also pisses me off. She just wants attention. Feel free to think what you want.

Situation 2:
*girl talking to...anyone*
"I just don't look good today."

Okay. This last situation is harder to explain than just stating that, so I'll elaborate.

Everyone has off days. Sometimes a pretty girl looks in the mirror and realizes she's having an off day. Maybe she's on second day hair. Or she slept on her hair funny. Or she's breaking out. There could be any number of reasons for this "off" day, but these are the most common ones(or at least the ones that apply to me). If she says that she doesn't look good TODAY, or "I look like crap/shapoopy/poo", this DOESN'T mean she thinks she's ugly. She's having an off day. She's not UGLY, she just looks like crap TODAY.

Now, the beauty thing.

See, I know I'm a pretty good looking person. I just know I am. I don't need people to tell me, I don't seek out compliments. I LOVE compliments, but I don't ASK for them, ya know? And I know a lot of other pretty girls who feel like this. You know you're pretty, but if you even ACKNOWLEDGE you're good looking, people jump all over you. "Wow, conceited much?" "Need a piece of humble pie?" etc.

If I say I look pretty, I'm not conceited. It would be conceited if I went on and on and on about it, but if I casually mention "I look real good today" or something(in context...) I'm not being conceited. I'm confident. And being confident is good. It is.

I get called conceited/prideful a lot. And yes, I may be somewhat conceited, but I almost never act it, unless you're one of my best friends. Then I can be highly conceited.


Don't mix it up. Guess what guys? I look good today. Deal with it. ;)

Message in a bottle

 My love language is gifts. Pretty sure I've mentioned this before. But maybe I haven't. That's okay. Now you know. When Christmas comes around(and birthdays, for that matter), I go BIG on presents. If you don't believe me, ask anyone I send presents to. Especially Helen.

Last week, I was looking at blogs. I do that a lot. And then, after looking long enough, I get inspired to do something. Usually it doesn't last long. BUT the blog I was looking at has this long list of things you can MAIL without packages. From sponges and dodgeballs to stuff stuck inside old spice jars. I was highly intrigued. After looking up a tad bit of information, I ran to my room and started hunting for random crap. And I say that literally.

First things first. A water bottle. Terder. 

Then I had to dry it out. And it kinda sucked, so it actually wasn't totally dry when I sent it off....Oops.

Letter writing tiiimmmeee. (the friend mentioned is, indeed, Helen. Duh.)

And then I had to shove the letter in there. I had to fold it three different ways before I got it right.

This is the random crap part. Heh. Heh. Heh. I put a lot of stupid stuff in there, and it really doesn't matter WHAT I put in, cuz you're not Helen. Merher. Yes, those are sprinkles. Yes, they were a freaking pain in the BUTT to get in. 

And then I dropped it off in the big blue box. After I'd put postage and some addresses on it. I couldn't figure out how much my bottle weighed, so I just stuck a bunch of stamps on and hoped for the best. Turns out, I was 20 cents short. Oops. The story of Helen picking up the bottle is pretty humorous. Ask her about it, if you feel like it.

I felt super accomplished. It was highly fun. I totally didn't rush out of class to do it.

I'm in another highly strange mood, and chances are, you're going to get a post on a baking adventure that I am about to embark on. Chances are, it'll look like craaap.

Dare not to generalize me

I don't think that title ^^^ even works, grammatically. But, I don't want to bother changing it, so it stays.

So, I was sitting in seminary today. Like I do every week day. (I'm about to digress) I looked like a hobo that had rolled around in mud and then done something else disgusting. My brain isn't working today, and the reason why is because I woke up with a killer migraine yesterday. It sucked. However, it's mostly gone, and I am here to tell you about a thought I had.

I'll get back on topic now.

I'm sitting in seminary. And we are talking about weaknesses, the armor of God, blah blah. It was a good lesson, just one we're all forced to hear at least 2345456456782345 times a year, whether it be sunday school, YW/YM, Seminary, FHE, etc. You hear it a lot. And wouldn't you know it? We've all seen the orange analogy. ;) So, normally, this kind of lesson wouldn't be note worthy enough for me to BLOG about it.

It gets better, so keep your pants on and wait.

My teacher has a vase of water. And then pulls out an orange. Or, as I called it, a Green. It was a green orange, which is contradictory, so it's a green. Call it a green. A green. SO, she plops this orange in the water. 5 points to whoever can tell me what'll happen. If you guessed "IT'LL FLOAT!", then ding ding ding. You get a mythical prize. Enjoy that. If, for some stupid reason, you guessed "It'll sink. Derp." Then please go throw some greens in a bathtub and take as many science classes you can. Now, while you perform your science experiment, I will continue with my rant, or whatever you could call this.

When the teacher asks what will happen, we all answer "it's gonna float." in tired monotonous voices. Wouldn't ya know it, it floats. Then, she peels the green. And asks us what will happen when she puts it back in. We all say, "It's gonna sink." And then I add, because I am oh so sarcastic and always in a good mood in the morning, "Just watch. It's gonna float."

It floated.

I laughed.

My teacher than kneaded it with her hands until it was a poor, abused green, and it kinda floated near the bottom. Everyone started making jokes about how it was a "special" orange and all of that, and then one of my teachers says, "It was a homeschooled orange."

I really laughed then. NOW, before you other homeschoolers say "HEY WE AREN'T STUPID/SPECIAL!" and all you non-homeschoolers say "HAHAHAHAHA I WAS ALWAYS RIGHT!" give me a second to say a few things.

I am one of 2 homeschooled kids in my class. I don't really care. This particular teacher, she homeschooled her kids. I appreciate a funny homeschooled joke. In fact, I make them. If I do something stupid I just say, "Ya know what? I was homeschooled." And if you know me, you know that I'm being sarcastic and it's hilarious. *note* Don't make a homeschool joke around a proud homeschooler. Proud in the "I will punch you" type of way. Especially if they're ripped. Just saying.

Anyway, after all the laughing subsided, and everyone made a few homeschool comments and it was oh so funny(not exactly), and we were all ready to pay attention to the lesson, one girl(she's....special), makes a comment that all homeschoolers have good standards and therefore, they are set apart and are a higher "species" or whatever.

I call bullcrap.

In fact, as soon as she states this, my friend who sits next to me, turns to me and says, "Yeah right. I can think of plenty with bad standards." And we list a few that we both know. And then he says, "The only goody two shoes homeschoolers I know are you and Josh(the other one in my class)." For everyone that knows me better than he does, I give you permission to laugh.

Goody-two-shoes, I am not.

That's not my point tho. My point is that I am a member of three "groups" that receive a lot of generalization: I'm a mormon, homeschooled, and belong to a large family. People would think I'm the worlds biggest geek/most sheltered child. In fact, on more than one occasion, I've had people say, "YOU'RE HOMESCHOOLED?!? NO WAY! You're way too cool!"I know. I'm just super awesome that way.

APPARENTLY, If you're a Mormon, you eat jello and funeral potatoes all day, everyday. You wear turtle necks and bootleg highwater jeans, or a jumper with a long sleeved frilly shirt under it. And socks and sandals. And socks that are all frilly at the top. You get my point. We are also, apparently, little law abiders.(I'm not saying that we don't, but I'm saying that we're not high-and-mighty).

If you're homeschooled: You wear your pj's all day(only sometimes, gosh), you watch tv all day(no, that's not having an education), and do school on your bed(okay, that one is spot on...). Apparently, you also have FRICKIN HIGH STANDARDS. And you've never been on a roller coaster. And you worship Hitler(I've actually had someone ask me that once). The assumptions are ridiculous.

If you belong in a large family: You all share underwear(bull), you shop at thrift stores(which is cool), you drive a short bus(...), you're loud, your house is a WRECK, and your parents are lunatics that can't handle you or remember your name.

I have a piece of mind to share with you. I quite enjoy jello and funeral potatoes, because I'm human. However, I have had neither today. AM I NO LONGER A MORMON!?! ;) And the clothes...I don't even OWN a turtle neck, and it goes the same for the rest of the "mormon" clothing. (my dad wears socks and sandals, but he's classy. ;) ) I am law abiding. However, I speed. I've broken a few minor laws, of which I will not go into at this moment. That's need-to-know.

I have not worn my pajamas all day in eons, with the exception of when I'm sick and bed ridden. I never watch tv. And I only do school on my bed 25% of the time. I also have high standards, but not to the point where I refuse to kiss boys or wear a swim suit. There is moderation in all things. I have not only been on *A* roller coaster, but multiple, and I quite enjoy them. And Hitler....do I really have to clarify that? (no, I'm not a Nazi.)

I have MY OWN UNDERWEAR. I've never shared, and never will. Thrift stores are the frickin bomb. I've gotten some of the best stuff ever at those places. One mans trash is another mans treasure. If you're too high and mighty to shop at a thrift store...you have problems. GO SAVE MONEY. A "short bus" is the only thing  big enough to fit my whole family. Deal with it. Our house is NOT a wreck. Cheaper by the dozen makes big families look bad(I love that movie, don't get me wrong). My parents are wonderful and not only PARENT wonderfully, but they LOVE us. Sometimes people forget names. Heck, I do it all the time. To my FRIENDS. It happens. Yes, I've been called the dogs name. No, I don't care.

So, this became much more of a rant than I originally planned. So sue me.

Generalize me, I'll generalize you. As a butt head.

Way to be, bro.

Sometimes, the best way to express yourself is through music. I make playlists. Who doesn't? I usually do when I get into a relationship, among other things.

Stuff has happened. And I don't feel like writing about it, for multiple reasons. So, this will have to compensate.

Here is my latest playlist. I am highly unoriginal.

We are never ever getting back together ~ Taylor Swift

Ignorance ~ Paramore

The Story of Us ~ Taylor Swift

Gives you Hell ~ All-American Rejects

50 Ways to say Goodbye ~ Train

Whiplash ~ Selena Gomez

Gonna Get Over You ~ Sara Bareilles

Single Ladies ~ Beyonce

Forget You ~ Cee Lo Green

My Happy Ending ~ Avril Lavigne

According to You ~ Orianthi

Picture to Burn ~ Taylor Swift

That's What You Get ~ Paramore

Last Kiss ~ Taylor Swift

Decoy ~ Paramore

Long Live ~ Taylor Swift

All We Know ~ Paramore

No Hope ~ Kylar Gardner

White Horse ~ Taylor Swift

The light at the end of the tunnel looks kinda like a train...

Stress is everywhere. It can't be avoided. It piles up outside your front door, applying constant pressure, waiting for a slight crack to appear, do it can force its way into your life. Stress comes with about 470348 different things. And it's kind of hard to not always feel stressed.

Allow me to elaborate.

I'm a senior in high school. That in itself is kind of stressful. I'm making decisions about college, education, friends, etc. things that really make an impact on me and my life.

I am taking 9 classes. Or, I was until yesterday. Classes started on Wednesday. So I'd has 3 days of classes, and I was already struggling somewhat. I'd made this schedule for myself, which was sort of like a written death sentence, that I'd been following religiously. So, my parents pulled me aside yesterday and expressed their concern. With all of my classes, I have no time to work. If I don't work, I don't go to college, which makes the 9 classes sort of pointless. My family is full of problem solvers. When I say that, I mean my parents. We discussed finances and figured out a good way to get some income. We decided to drop two classes and then take them next summer. I'll still graduate, it'll just be a little bit later down the path. Which is okay with me, as long as it spares some tears.

College. Allow me to shove my face in a pillow and scream for a few minutes. To say I'm stressed about this decision would be an understatement. I keep changing the schools I'm applying to. I keep adding or taking away different schools. In July, Helen and I made a list of 7 schools we were both going to apply to.
Western Washington University
University of Oregon
California State- Chico
California State- Sacramento
Central Washington University
Washington State University
Humboldt university

These are all great schools. And they all had a combination of the majors we both wanted.

Then I applied for the ACT. And I was sending the scores to the schools, I decided I needed to narrow it down. I did some thinking, analyzing, and decided on the following list.
University of Oregon
BYU
Cornish college for the arts
Weber state
WWU.

I was content with it. I filled out applications for most of those. Everything was going okay. Helen and I were still applying for 3 of the same schools.

Then I spoke with my mom. And we decided 3 colleges was enough. It gave me enough options.
Weber
BYU
WWU.

Allow me to scream into my pillow again.

I suck at making decisions. I'm persuaded easily. I can never make up my mind. I can have a thousand people's opinions in my head and the only thing I can do about them is cry. Cry and wish they'd go away. I know I'm not the only senior to feel like this, but it doesn't make it any less hard for me. Maybe I'm just a big complainer and I should shut up now.

Life is stressful. The sooner you realize it, the happier/unhappier you'll be. You choose.