*singing* Wheeeennn I'm discouurraaaaged... ;)

I like blog challenges. So shoot me. It's not my fault. They're interesting. AND it gives me a reason to post when I don't have any mind changing epiphanies. ;)

So. My picture thing has SOMEWHAT failed. No, I'm not gonna stop. Cuz I still post about once a week! Woohoo! I always post a song lyric at the end of it. So, I'm going to add an actual song challenge. I stole this one from Beka. She basically TOLD me to do it. Not really. But whatevs. So. Everyday, you'll get the song with the reasons and all of that. Why I chose it, basically. Maybe some lyrics. And you'll get the pictures still. Like, when you actually get it. SO. Here's the challenge:

Day 1 - A song that’s stuck in your head right now

Day 2 - A song that always makes you happy

Day 3 - A song that makes you want to cry

Day 4 - A song you listen to when you’re pissed

Day 5 - A song that would not be appropriate at church

Day 6 - Your favorite Disney song

Day 7- A song you wish was never made and want to DESTROY!!

Day 8 - A song that isn’t well known, but should be known by the world

Day 9 - A song your parents play that always gets on your nerves

Day 10 - A song with an amazing music video

Day 11 - The song that relates the most to your life right now

Day 12 - A song you would like to learn how to play on instruments

Day 13 - Your favorite TV theme song

Day 14 - The song with the worst lyrics

Day 15 - The song with the best lyrics

Day 16 - A song you would like to dedicate to someone you HATE ;)

Day 17 - A song that never gets old

Day 18 - A song that makes you laugh

Day 19 - The most beautiful song

Day 20 - A song with TERRIBLE singing

Day 21 - The best love song

Day 22 - DOUBLE DAY! Pick two songs that showcase your variety in music. Pick one song that shows the lightest music you like, and the heaviest.

Day 23 - A song that you would want a guy or girl to play/sing for you

Day 24 - A song in another language

Day 25 - A song that brings back memories

Day 26 - The cheesiest song EVER.

Day 27 - A song by the artist you think is the most talented

Day 28 - Your guilty pleasure song

Day 29 - A song by an artist you think is hot.

Day 30 - Last day! FREE CHOICE. Pick a favorite song! :D



Okay! Yay! Day one! Here we go.

Day 1 -  A song stuck in my head.

Nephi's Courage.

It's a primary song...and it's stuck in my head cuz it's the last song I heard, so I've kinda been singing it for a while. Yeah....woohoo..


Okay. The end. I'll post tomorrow. 

Oh, and happy Halloween.

Silly Willy ;)

This is something I've been meaning to talk about for basically forever. And by that, I mean for about two weeks.

Nicknames.

I love nicknames. I give most people I meet a nickname. It's what I do. And some people are baffled by it, or confused, and so I shall now share my thoughts with you.

Nicknames are a sign of affection(unless you call some a poop face regularly because you hate them. That's a different story tho). When someone calls you a pet name, it's because they care about you. It's true.

I was recently dubbed "Ella" by a friend. Get those confused looks off your faces. "Ella" is short for "Nutella". It makes sense, and it's cute. Every time he calls me Ella, I feel happy and fuzzy because I know he cares.

My sister is named Rachel. I call her Rachey. Same thing. These nicknames are signs of affection. I love nicknames. A whole lot. 

Everyone in my phone(most everyone) has a nickname. Even tho I don't actually call them that, "Oh hey there, Platonic boom blast"(I just made that up...no one in my phone is named that...), it's because I care and because they're pretty great people and stuff. Here are some examples: (These are all taken straight from my phone book)

Alfredo Sauce

Appealing Attire

Boss

Brad Pitt Effect

Dill Pickle

Double D

Dream Disturber

Flipping Poop Woman

Future Roomie <3

Husband

Isssss Mario!!

Lizard

Major Homo

Monkey

Mop Head

Mrs. Captain America

Mucho Sexy Singer

My Spicy Friend

Sandwich Maker

Sariahhomeskilletwicekwispietweet

Sexy Banana Female Companion

She Works Out

Soulmate :)

Sparta

Tattoo Arms

Thejerkfacechocolatemonkeybutt

The Redneck

All of the above people are people that I care about. Like, for reals. And if I don't CARE about them, I definitely don't hate them. I could probably tell you who they all were. In fact, I will.

Out of order. None of these people actually correspond with the person in that order up there. ^^

Casey    

Helen      

Dallin   

Tori    

Julia      

Austin     

Dan       

Dillon      

Alex       

Alyssa    

Ashley    

Diego     

Abi    

Rebekah     

Brooke 

Levi      

Sariah   

Georgi    

Lizzie     

Allister     

Jess       

Jacob     

Layne     

Nainoa   

Kylar      

Anela      

Ian      

See? I care, or have cared, about all these people.

Nicknames. They are a wonderful part of life. I love them. I love calling people shortened versions of their names(except Helen. Hell isn't a good nickname), or a cute nickname that just the two of us know. It makes them special. It makes our relationship special.

I love nicknames. So next time I call you Mental Terrorist, or Fat Lard, or Pregnant Woman (I dunno. I'm just throwin ideas out), don't be offended. Smile a little and call me something equally unique/strange. And I promise our friendship will be better. ;)

BONUS:

In the comments, if I named you, try guessing what your nickname is. And even if you know what your nickname is...guess anyway. Comments make me feel happy.

AND if you're feeling truly daring, guess other people. 

I should stop falling asleep on the floor...

It's Thursday. And I'm posting. So, you all know what that means.

Expect a superb post tomorrow. Just fyi.

Okay. These moments are from the past month...ish. All the ones I can remember...yeah...let's see how this goes. But first, today/yesterday.

Yesterday: Sucked. Just kidding, yesterday was fabulous. I skyped with Ian, babysat my siblings, did a butt ton of homework ,and then Georgi came over and did my nails while we watched Monk. I know none of that is incredibly exciting or anything, but it was a really good day.

Today:...today...well....let's say it's not as good as yesterday. Yet. I dunno. I came home from seminary, and fell asleep on the floor while my sisters gave me a "back rub" which ended up in a butt rub, head rub, and leg rub. And I slept through the whole thing. I sleep through a lot of stuff...and then I've been glued to the screen, doing homework, all morning. I took a step away 10 minutes ago to check on the kids(Autumn and I are babysitting the kids for the duration of the week. She's on day duty, I get nights.) and guess what? It's a mess. Surprise surprise. I got just a intsy bit mad. Whatevs, I ran upstairs before I yelled too much. ;)

Okay. Here we go.

Awkward:

About a month ago, my family visited a small ward about 3 hours away from our home, just for the heck of it. After the meeting we went and looked at scenery and all that crap. ANYWAY. The church is tiny, with 20 members TOPS. Including us. Needless to say, it was tiny. If a baby were to cry, EVERYONE would know whose it was(there were no babies there). I was sitting between Madie and Autumn. During the sacrament prayer, Autumn shifted in her chair. And it sounded a whole heck of a lot like a fart. Come on guys. A fart at quiet times is one of the funniest things on the planet. We all made those weird sputtering breathing laughing noises. And then I'd be calm and Autumn would start laughing again. I was composed by the time the prayer was over, so maybe they thought Autumn was the only one who laughed? *crosses fingers* Either way, I felt HORRIBLE. I mean, that's sacred, and we totally messed it up. But it was funny...

Just a few weeks ago, I was in Young Women In Excellence. I was sitting between Jodi and Georgi. And in the middle of a talk, I think it was from the Bishop, Jodi gets a text message. Unlike most teenagers with non-iPhones that I know, Jodi does NOT have her phone on vibrate. Ever. And her text ringtone is a VERY LOUD recording of some guy(I think he's from 1 Direction...which would be why I don't know him) saying "NO! Jimmy protested.". So, in the middle of a tender moment, her phone EXPLODES with the sound of a british dude. We were trying sooo hard not to laugh. Which failed. Again, I felt horrible.

On the way home from seminary, sometime in the past few weeks, we were making faces at people (as usual) and we had someone almost hit the curb cuz they were looking at us. I think I'm a danger. Which leads me to the next awkward thing..

On my way home from the UPS store last week, I passed a man who was holding a sign. I think it was the fact that I was wearing Aviators (they're the proven to be the sexiest sunglasses ;) ), but he completely turned around as I passed, so he could keep looking at me. Which a stricken look on his face. And then he almost fell into the street. I didn't know whether this should fall under awkward or awesome...so it goes here. When in doubt, claim things are awkward! Yeah!

At a dance recently (that was very empty), Georgi and I were some of the only girls who weren't dancing. So, like freshmen, we started dancing. Like idiots. Like the whole spinning around in circles, and then pressing our cheeks against each other and stalking across the room (please tell me you know what I'm referring to...). Whilst doing this, I saw a guy (who was dressed as a ghostbuster...) come up to ask Georgi to dance. Like, to cut in. But, we were spinning. So we spun away quickly, and she had no idea. I felt kinda bad afterwards, but it was just...it was just awkward.

At aforementioned dance, my friend Georgi and I decided to show our bishop our screen savers. There will be a picture at the end of the post. It's basically of me catching a kiss she blew at me. And he gave us a strange look, and just as we were like, "Uh....nevermind", he started laughing. I have the best bishop.

I was babysitting over the weekend, and Georgi would come spend the night with me. On the first night, we stayed up until about 2 am talking and crap. And we also decided to chew a bunch of gum. And video tape it. And that video is the funniest thing ever. The link will be on this blog. Eventually.

Last week, Autumn and I attempted to do Yoga. Just as we were trying to do one that involved having our butts in the air, our father walked in. Talk about awkward...

I almost pants-ed (how the crap do you spell that??) someone. JUST KIDDING. Sort of.

I accidentally told multiple people that Obama came from the devils butt hole. (I texted this to Beka on purpose...but I accidentally spoke it out loud to everyone at my house at the time. And not everyone was related to me...)

My young womens leader had a meeting with the bishop, and I jokingly told her that she was going to be released. At church on Sunday, she was released...

I went to Mickey D's with Georgi. And I was in the process of trying to fit as many fries into my mouth at once, when I noticed a man outside the window, looking at me. I tried smiling. And then started laughing, and spit some out on accident.

On the same night, a creepy man sat behind us and kept laughing at things we did...it was creepy...

A few days later, the kids I was babysitting insisted I take them to McDonalds. And I had no idea how to order a Happy Meal...which I am oddly proud of. Yup.

Ian is really awkward. ;)



I know there were more awkward things, but I can't think of any at the moment.


Awesome:

I got a freaking 100/100 on my History Midterm last week. Allow me to scream and run around.

I went on one of the funnest dates ever, that ended up in a huge paint fight. It was so awesome.

I got some frickin awesome mugs and stuff from Layne.

I went to lunch with Abi. Woooohooo!

I mom surprised me with a trip to Sushi King a few weeks ago! It like, made my week.

I dyed a pair of pants. Like, they were dark denim, and now they are yellow. YELLOW, MY FRIENDS. I am the bomb.

I also watermarked a t shirt.

Rachel finally got the scarf I made her. And she said it was the most beautiful scarf she's ever worn, and it made my day.

Georgi has the freakin awesomest car in existence. I'm just sayin.


Yeah, I can't really think of anything else that's happened that's awesome...mostly my life is just awkward...


Hopefully I'll remember more stuff for next week. Maybe I'll write it down. ;)

 See? Our phones are awesome. Except mine is tiny and a piece of crap. But whatevs.

 This is what happens when I fall asleep on the floor...thanks to Autumn. Sorry bout the super awkward picture...and awkward angle...and just, yeah...

Today, I didn't feel like taking a picture of myself. So, instead, you get a picture of my sweatshirt. Which I love. 

Applicable song lyric: "I don't even know if we're still friends. It's so confusing, understanding you."

See ya tomorrow, peeps.

And that's how it's done

Holy shoot.

I haven't posted in over a week. And I apologize. On top of that, I only have one picture for you. But hey, it sums up my last week pretty well. So it works. So, here's my week/excuse.

Wednesday: The picture at the bottom of the post is from Wednesday. I actually loaded it onto the computer and was going to write a post but I was exhausted from midterms, so I decided to put it off and wait til Thursday.

Thursday: Ha. Our computer was at the repair shop. My mom wanted to expand our hard drive. So I delivered it to the store at 9, and then we didn't see it until yesterday. To fill in my school-less day, I slept. For like, 4 extra hours. And then I watched a stupid movie on my iPod. And then I got crafty. I started making a shirt. Which, although it didn't turn out like the picture, wasn't as bad as I'd expected. I will show you sometime. Maybe.

Friday: I was in the process of bleaching a pair of pants, when I got a phone call from a sister in my ward, asking me to babysit over the weekend. Turns out, she and her hubby were in Texas, and their babysitter got super sick. And they couldn't get tickets home early. So, I packed up and headed over there. I spent all day chasing 4 children. That night, after the kids were in bed, Georgi came over to spend the night with me. We stayed up until 2 am ish. It was so much fun.

Saturday: I spent all day watching the kids, again. Around 6, I took all of the kids to MY house to celebrate two of my siblings birthdays. And then I left them with my little sister while I went to a dance. Which was one of the funnest dances I've been to in forever. Hallelujah, I needed a break. Georgi came over after the dance, again. We watched a horror movie called "The Last Exorcism". Or, about half of it. We kept falling asleep, so we turned it off and went to bed. And neither of us would get out of bed to turn the fan on, cuz demons would get us. It was pretty warm, until we fell asleep.

Sunday: HA! I had to get the children ready and TO church. I was pretty proud of myself, being a single parent over the weekend and all. And then I got paid. Woooot! I came home and passed out on the floor. When I did so, Autumn decided to spell things on my legs using Bananagram pieces. And she took pictures. I'll see if I can find those...anyway. I woke up in time to change for a meeting I had to go to.

Monday: I was so lazy and tired, it wasn't even funny. Monday is actually kinda a blur. I went to seminary, flirted with a cute boy, came home, did a little bit of school, at least, as much as I could without my computer. And then I don't remember much else, except I went on a run. asdfksmdf.

Tuesday: When I came home from seminary, I slept for 2 and a half hours. I don't usually do that. Usually 30 minutes works. I was exhausted. And then I spent ALL. DAY. working on a study guide. At about 3, my headache was so bad, I decided to take a "nap". At which point, my mother decided I was sick(I was), and sent Autumn to film for me(for my dad). And then I slept for 3 hours. At which point I was starving, but didn't want dinner. So I left the house and got sushi with Georgi. And then I laid on the couch as my headache and nausea got worse(no, I didn't throw up. No, it wasn't the sushi). I stayed up til 10, dreaming up futures with Jacob. And then I texted Rachel until about 11, while she told me she came into my room and watched me sleep and smelled me. Goodness, I miss that girl. Then, my mother came in and cleaned my room. Partially. But, it WAS her fault my room was a mess. She decided to sell my desk(which I never use) at the garage sale on Saturday. So, she took all of my crap and basically piled it around my room. So, she piled everything in different places, like on my shelf, so I could find it when I was feeling better so I could clean up a little. And then I passed out.


There are two things I've wanted to write about since last week. I will write about the second thing, because it falls under something I mentioned earlier.

The family I was babysitting had twins. Now, I've seen twins before. I'm not trying to make this seem like a major phenomenon. My best friends when I was 8 were twins. So, it's not that novel. But, these twins were 2. So it was before that whole "I hate you" going through puberty crap. It was a brother and sister, and they were the most adorable thing ever. And it made me think of a couple things.

First, it made me miss my sister. Rachel is one of my best friends, and since she's moved, it's been a little hard. And then it made me miss other friends of mine, mainly Helen.

Second, it made me wish I had a twin. A real, legitimate, blood twin.

Here's why: The companionship that these two had, it was amazing. They were always looking out for each other, they wanted to sit next to each other every meal, they couldn't go to bed unless they were both there, I mean...it was amazing. I mean, wouldn't that be awesome? To always have someone to stand up for you? Someone to always be there, always have a friend? I think that would be absolutely amazing.

In my head, this portion of the post was a lot longer. So I apologize.

Anyway. Picture!

This was right after I finished midterms on Wednesday,

The end.

Applicable Song Lyric: "It cannot wait. I'm yours."

PS, I will be posting tomorrow. I promise. Get ready for a gajillion awkward/awesome things. If I can remember them all...

Avoidation isn't a word

But it certainly is an action. Because that's what I'm doing right now. Avoiding. My midterms. Or rather, one of them. I only have one left. And it's an essay. Which is USUALLY my favorite kind. Yeah, no. Not this kind. I am struggling to think of a thesis statement for this book. I am so lost. It is frustrating me so much. I have, however, managed to: watch a video on how to correctly write my essay, take notes on said video, take notes on the rubric so I don't mess up, stare at the blank screen, and make a new playlist.

See...when I study, I listen to the same playlist. Usually. Unless I'm really mad. If so, then I listen to my "I will bite you" playlist. (Don't you love the names I come up for these? ;) ) Or sometimes my "Way to be, bro" playlist. Anyway. The one I usually listen to is called "Swaggie". No, I'm not a big fan of the beibs...just deal with the name, people! I digress. So, I made a new playlist, because a lot of the songs on "Swaggie" are slower and I can't fall asleep right now. So...these ones are all ones that get me studying. And I'm sharing it with you. Cuz I can.

This one is called "Hit them Books". Why not?

Boyfriend ~ Justin Bieber (Don't judge...)
Armies of your Heart ~ Elizaveta (Favorite song. Go listen to this. Now)
We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together ~ Taylor Swift
Fine By Me ~ Andy Grammar
Whiplash ~ Selena Gomez
Gives you He!! ~ All American Rejects
Pumpkin Soup ~ Kate Nash
Last Friday Night ~ Katy Perry
Rolling in the Deep ~ Adele
Should've Said No ~ Taylor Swift
Drive By ~ Train
50 Ways to Say Goodbye ~ Train
What the He!! ~ Avril Lavigne
Single Ladies ~ Beyonce
Playing God ~ Paramore
The Story of Us ~ Taylor Swift
Gonna Get Over You ~ Sara Bareilles
Banana Pancakes ~ Jack Johnson
Stop And Stare ~ One Republic

I am on my third cup of chamomile lavender tea. And I'm being thrown into productivity. So, bye now. I'm off to throw thesis ideas around with another Burger.

Oink oink

Hallo, friends. I'm posting yesterdays picture and todays picture. I realized something amazing yesterday. See, my computer sometimes hates me(we've all experienced this). A few years ago, it would let me plug my SD card into my computer and upload the pictures straight from that. However, it stole that privilege from me, and since then I've had to plug my actual camera into the computer. You can now understand how obnoxious uploading a picture everyday can be. Here's the exciting news: I walked up to my sister, who was on the computer, yesterday. So I could kick her off. I needed the computer! Anyway, I discovered that she was uploading her pictures. VIA SD CARD. I totally flipped out, and grabbed my VERY full SD cards. And tried it. And realized that it was working.. And I felt like my life was suddenly a thousand times better. So maybe this will affect the daily posting. Maybe it won't. Whatever. It was exciting.

K, so, yesterday sucked. So badly. I am not a big fan of the kids I sit next to in Seminary, mostly because they make fun of homeschoolers in the way that makes me want to punch them in the esophagus. The teasing and jokes were especially bad that morning. And I came home and got frustrated with my midterms. I wanted to do basically EVERYTHING but that midterm(which I am still preparing). And my mom changed my presets in the car. And threw away my favorite fortune(I save fortunes from cookies and stick them on the clock in my car). I know all that doesn't seem like a lot, but it was also a Monday. And MIDTERMS. I was kinda miffed. So, I went to Walmart and splurged. I won't tell you all the things I bought. We'll just say it's a lot. And I kinda yelled to no one while I was driving. And then I came home and hugged my mom and cried. And then studied while eating some of the crap I bought. The prospects of the day were NOT bright.

And THEN. I got a package.

It was a late birthday present. From Layne. We really suck at sending packages/presents on time. We just do. My present came around her birthday. Her present will arrive around my birthday. Part of that's cuz we're busy, the other half is because we're really into DIY. ANYWAY. This present was superb. The box was covered in slips of paper with Psych quotes on them. Our very favorite ones. Inside was even BETTER. It was two mugs, which she'd decorated herself. An apron that she embroidered, and probably sewed(I haven't checked that yet...), and 29 sporks from Taco Bell. Or some other place that has sporks. It was wonderful. Now, the sporks don't make any sense to you. And they don't have to, because they make sense to us and that's what matters. Anyway, I cried a few tears of joy at the arrival of the present. It totally turned my completely crappy day around. When I went to work later, I brought one of my mugs with me. I know you don't usually do that, but I don't conform.

Today has been better in the fact that I haven't thrown anything, cried, or yelled. But I've eaten way too much, cussed a little under my breath(sorry), and banged my head against the keyboard. Multiple times. Now, I have to go finish writing the essays for my history midterm. So, enjoy the pictures.

Yesterday. I love this mug so much. 

aaaaand today. This is me at the desk, working my butt off. See my mug of tea? It was fabulous, especially cuz of the mug it was in. 

Yes, I'm wearing the same shirt...when I came home from work, I fell asleep immediately. And then I woke up and went to seminary in it. No one else will see me all day, and it doesn't smell. So don't judge too harshly. We all do it. Sometimes. During test times...

Song of the day: "I don't wanna be someone who walks away so easily."

The new norm

I anticipate this happening often/all the time. You'll probably get the "photo a day" photos all at once. Once a week. But hey, at least I can keep up with at least once a week. I can hopefully do more often. I have a lot on my plate at the moment...meaning midterms. Which I should be studying for. I'm permitted a 5 minute break tho, no?

You should be so incredibly proud of how often I'm taking pictures for you though. I mean, really. It's impressive. I manage to get a good(ish) picture EVERY. DAY. You should feel so so special.

That being said. Here we go. On a magical journey, through last week...

 Tuesday: This would be me trying to unwrap a starburst in my mouth. (Sorry, guys. I suck at this.) It dropped. And was so funny, I had to include it. 

 Autumn is sitting on the bed next to me. See her feetsies? She said something ridiculous. It made me laugh. Terder. Also, excuse the blurriness. 

 I got real bored in Seminary, so I drew Avatar arrows on my arms, and then added one of my forehead when I got home. 

 I went on a date on Friday. And this is what it looked like at the end. And it was so so SO much fun. 

I went to a dance on Saturday. And it wasn't all that fun...oh well. These are the lovely ladies I went with. And we're going to pretend it's just that angle that makes my legs look super fat. Thanks.

I didn't take one yesterday. Cuz it was Sunday. And I haven't taken todays yet, but I will. And I'll upload it...next time. ;)

I'm sorry I didn't give you summaries of my days. I'm much too tired. I'll give you an explanation.

Midterms.

Bye, ya'll. I gotta get my patooty to work. 

PS, I have a thousand(that's a lie) things to post on Thursday. If I can remember them all. I usually write them down(that's also a lie) but the ones that I don't, are fully committed to memory(opposite of truth).

PPS, fun fact. I have been unable to spell "opposite" correctly on the first try all day. I've had to type it a lot, yes. 

Applicable Song lyric of the day: "I'm running out of lies, and ways to say you died."

I'll let you spend forever waiting on...these posts ;)

 I have an excuse. I promise. I haven't posted my photo a day since last Tuesday. Which is kinda long ago, even tho it doesn't seem that way to me...But anyway. Let's go on a journey.

Wednesday. I took the picture. Yay. I was going to upload it when I got home from dance at 9 pm, but my brother in law was on my computer. So, I went to bed after stretching, because I didn't really want to stay up any later. I was exhausted. Can you blame me?

Thursday: I took the picture at 11 pm. I was so tired, you wouldn't believe. I spent forever contributing to the dinner we made for guests, then went straight to work, then straight to a YW meeting, and didn't get back til almost 11. So, I basically hopped into bed. After taking the picture, to post the next day...

Friday: I took a picture first thing(it's not the one I ended up using, but I was prepared) and planned on uploading it during class. But, I felt compelled to pay lots of attention during class. Mostly cuz we had a trivia game on greek mythology, which I was boss at. And then went to work. And then straight to another YW meeting. It was actually a craft night for our upcoming YWIE..which is where my picture from that day comes.

Saturday: The word "exhaustion" does not begin to cover Saturday. I woke up at 4 am, people, to go to the balloon fiesta with the Young Women. And they didn't even launch the balloons. Cuz it was "too windy". Come on, people. How long have you lived in this state?? You should be used to this by now!! After the first session of General Conference, I was way too shaken up to upload any pictures, so I sorta just compromised by crying for a while. After the second session, I went to work. Shock. Er. And then watched Avengers with my family. For the first time. and I am so tempted to buy every Marvel shirt I can find and make a life long quest to be an extra in one of the Avengers movies(Anela, that's how we'll meet them!!). I then watched the Notebook in my room, cuz I was stupid about sleep and I needed a chick flick. Don't judge.

Sunday: Conference. I didn't want to mess with my blog on Sunday. Sorry peeps.

Today: Congrats. I picked my pictures, and I posted them here for your viewing pleasure. I went on a run with my sister this morning. It was a sad little run. My lung problem acted up, resulting in a run even shorter than the short run that was planned. And Autumn wanted to walk the majority of the time. Which was obnoxious. And she fought me the whole time. I think I'll run by myself tomorrow...Also. It's freezing cold. I am wearing my fuzziest socks, and a huge hoodie. And I am cold. Someone come warm up my hands, pretty please. PLUS, I think I like a hopeless romantic. Who lives nowhere near me. Why do they always live 2345823452304958 miles away? Beats me. God has a sense of humor.

Aves went grocery shopping with me. And we jammed out to music. And it was awesome.

So. Freaking. Tired. 

I'm a T-rex. And this would be why neither of us have boyfriends...

This is at the failure balloon fiesta. Everyone, say hi to the top of Jodi's face. And the bottom of mine. 

I taught my brother how to knit during conference, because he was bored. He kept knitting, even after it was over. It made my day.

This would be us after our morning run. Our EASY morning run, I should add, since I don't usually bring Autumn with me. Therefore, we went at a snails pace. And didn't even run a mile. It was sad. Hence the reason we don't look totally dead. 

Hasta la Pasta, people. Until next time...which may or may not be tomorrow...

Applicable song lyric of the day: "You throw your head back laughing like a little kid. I think it's strange that you think I'm funny cause he never did." 

I have something very serious to talk to-OHMYGOSHIHAVEPANTSONMYHEAD!!

Today, you get a two in one post! Woohoo! In addition to the picture for today, and you're gonna love it, I'm making a post on a topic that has been on my mind for a while.

I have done a very bad job explaining this in the past, and many people have different opinions/views on this matter, with no fault to themselves. With that being said, I will continue.

I am sorta like Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde. No, I don't have an evil side. BUT I have two polar opposite sides. Many of you are probably nodding your head right now, because you see where I'm going. Sometimes, I am sweet and empathetic and serious and civilized. And then I'll be hyper and random and bouncing off the walls. And *I* feel that they are BOTH equally me.

Most people know me for the hyper individual, but a select few prefer my calm side.

One of the ways I've explained it in the past is that I was forced to come out of my shell and individualize myself when I was 12, and I went a little far, and now people expect me to be crazy. While this is TRUE, I have to just say, I *enjoy* being crazy. I enjoy walking around on my knees, chasing my siblings and singing to them in creepy voices.I enjoy eating obscene amounts of sugar and then drawing on my stomach. I enjoy pointing my magic wand out the window at people. If you can't handle that, then I'm sorry.

So, I guess this post is less to explain HOW I act, but more to explain WHY I act that way.

As aforementioned, I was forced to come out of my shell when I was 12. Up to that point, I was highly shy, and almost introverted. ALMOST. I had lots of friends, but I was socially awkward(still am heh heh), and I wasn't interesting. I was REALLY boring. And that's okay with me. Despite all of this, I had a best friend. We'll call her...Clarissa, cuz I don't know a single soul with that name, so no one will get offended. Clarissa and I were bestestestest friends. But things started getting weird. And by that, I mean that she made up excuses when I wanted to hang out and such. However, being ELEVEN, I didn't pick up any hints and I kept bugging her and treating her the same. One day, after blowing me off, then showing up on my street with another friend, then blowing me off again, I called her. And asked if she wanted to hang out the following day, since she'd been busy today(I still didn't catch on...). And she very bluntly said, "Aurora, I don't want to be friends with you anymore. Are you cool with that?" She didn't give me any reason. She didn't tell me WHY she suddenly hated me. I said "sure" and hung up. And then promptly called back to tell her very angrily that I was NOT cool with that, but if she didn't want to be my friend then I wouldn't be hers. And then I proceeded to rip up all of the mall photo booth pictures of us, stupid notes we'd written, and I bawled. And it killed me to relay all of this to my mother.

Now, I had other friends besides Clarissa. BUT they were all connected to her. And I realized about two days later that I was only friends with them because of my connection to Clarissa, and they no longer wanted anything to do with me.

Camp that year was living Hell, if you were wondering.

I spent a good year in a constant friendless state, constantly being bullied by these 3-4 girls I had considered my friends. This was before I realized I could be friends with my older sister. Eventually, I had to get out of my shell. It took a whole YEAR to do so. And then I finally did, and I met my best friend. Within 5 minutes, I knew that we were gonna be close for forever(forever ended last year...but that's not pertinent). But it was weird. It was like, all of the social deprivation I'd felt in the last year came to bite me in those 2 hours. I mean this in the way that I acted in a way that I'd NEVER acted before. I acted crazy. I was obnoxious. I was laughing over everything and being silly. And it steadily got worse. I was giddy from a friendship. That sounds weird, but it's how it was. This girl sorta saved my life. The year preceding our meeting, I had considered suicide multiple times. I don't want you all freaking out. Suicide is not a taboo word, though we all treat it like one. ANYWAY. I got steadily worse. But just around her. Most of you are thinking, "Oh, that's how everyone is with their best friend". Yes, that's true. But, it started leaking out into my EVERYDAY life. I would be at home and I would be acting random and my mom noticed. All the time. I morphed into this other being with a new personality. At this point, at around age 13-14, I was struggling to individualize myself. I look a lot like some of my sisters, and I didn't want to be associated with them. So, subconsciously, I spiraled out of random control. I act nothing like my sisters. My older sister is flirtatious and sweet and funny. My sister just younger than me is somewhat awkward in social situations(not her fault). I am as out there and random and strange as you can get(Fun fact: I've noticed my 13 year old sister trying to morph herself into who I am...).

At around age 15-16, I realized that there is a balance. So, I balanced myself. I learned to be serious and calm and sweet and empathetic. I can still be that random girl tho. I am both. I am Mictor Hyckyll(combine Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde, if you didn't get that..).

I can act like two entirely different people sometimes. Yes, this bugs me. I know that I feel obligated to act a certain way because of a reputation I have to be hilarious(let's face it...I am. ;)). And sometimes I struggle with this. Sometimes I hate myself for who I am. But, that's part of life. I don't regret any of the struggles that I've gone through, and I don't regret the way I act(for the most part) and I love myself. Not in a conceited way, but I don't hate myself.

So. I just felt like I needed to explain this, because of conversations I've had with some people over the summer and it's been bugging me.

Before I get on to my picture, I will just add...this is one of my bigger insecurities. So please, respect what I've said. I know I kinda blew it off in the last little bit, but it's still a big deal to me. It's really hard to explain what I mean, and if I say anything else concerning the matter I will confuse everyone in the US plus Canada.



Now. My day yesterday, after I posted. Well, I took the cinnamon challenge. Heh heh heh. I'll probably post a link to the youtube video tomorrow, since I have yet to upload it. And after that, I was so so so busy. I didn't go to bed til 12:30, and not because I wanted to stay up. I had a butt load of homework once I got home from work, and then I had to eat cuz I skipped dinner, and then I was on dishes. I am so exhausted. I came home from seminary today and took an hour long nap. And had weird dreams(I always have weird dreams). Speaking of which, this 14 year old boy in my ward keeps making random appearances in my dreams. Like, he'll be in it long enough for me to notice, and then disappear. And I made the mistake of telling the girl I drive to Seminary, because she felt the need to tell him. It will be so awkward to see him tonight...

Anyway. The story behind todays picture.

I wear pants on my head because I refuse to conform. That's basically the story.

You know that song that goes, "looking like a fool with yo pants on the ground"? Yeah, that doesn't apply to me. ;)

One last thing. I've decided to add an applicable song lyric to all of my photo of the day posts. So, it'll be a lyric that describes how I've felt that day/since the last time I posted. Make sense?

Applicable song lyric: "And it was enchanting to meet you. All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you."

I am Unicorn

I didn't post yesterday or Saturday. My bad. Whatevs. Nothing exciting happened, no pictures were taken, hence, no blog posts were made. It makes logical sense.

Today is Monday. Ew. I am not a fan, as I have mentioned previously. However, today hasn't been bad. After my two classes this morning, I came down stairs to talk to my mom. I sat next to her on the couch and we talked for a bit, until she started looking at NPR on her handy lil smart phone. I wasn't even aware of it, but I passed out. For an hour. On my moms shoulder. And she sat there, looking at news and such until I woke up, cuz she didn't want to move me. It was amazing, and it reminded me how amazing my mother is. I love her so much. <3

And THEN some family friends from Las Cruces came to visit! Yay! I haven't seen them since May, so that was really good. And I took their family pictures. We didn't get a ton of shots, cuz they were in a time crunch, but the ones I got were priceless. SO. I'll post a link here tomorrow probably, with the pictures from that. And you will go look at them. Cuz I said so.

Anyway. There is a story behind the picture below. And it goes like this:

My family likes Asian food a lot. And by that, I mean that a few of my siblings LOVE it, and so they cook it whenever it's their turn to cook. So. We had orange chicken and stir fry for lunch. Yes. The panda express orange chicken, but homemade. AND JUST AS YUMMY. I will allow you to drool for a moment. Now. I was eating my stir fry, and I came across this baby corn that looked like a horn! So, I decided that I was a unicorn, and I took pictures with it as soon as I was done eating. However...the stupid corn didn't want to be taped onto my forehead. I think it was cuz it was wet...and WOULDN'T. DRY. OUT. I tried BLOW DRYING it, people!! And it wouldn't dry. So, I held it to my forehead like a weirdy.

I took some pictures making horse faces, but I don't think anyone should see those.

"I am Unicorn."