Yearbook Signing Day

Want to know my definition of yearbook signing day? For me it's where I realize my handwriting is worse than 50% of the boys at my school. At least 50% of the boys that sign my yearbook.

In a lot of the books I signed (especially the guys) I put "sorry my handwriting looks so terrible and that everything is spelled wrong". Because, that was a fact. My hand hurt from writing and I was shaking because I needed food, I was trying to hurry and if you mix all that with my already bad handwriting and not so great spelling....it's not good. It's a bit embarrassing in fact.

Oh well, I'm over it. It's just the only thing others will have to remember me for the rest of their lives, because they of course will want to remember me always. Well, that and my picture with my braces. This was just a bad senior yearbook for me. As my friend Jake would say, Better luck next year. Even though there won't be a next year. THANK GOODNESS FOR THAT.

Then there's a part of signing where it's near the end and you absolutely do not want to sign anyone else's book but you want them to sign yours, but they don't want to sign yours but want you to sign theirs and it comes to short pointless notes in the corner of the page. I love that part. It's makes a great attitude for a hungry, tired, sore handed personel.

But. I do somewhat enjoy the day. I like reading what others have to say, it can help make me a little more perky and happy :)





Today I walked out of the school for the last time as a Bruin - an actual member of the student body. The next time I go I will be a graduate of the school (I'm doing a little happy dance in my chair right now. Too bad you missed out in seeing that).




Tomorrow is graduation. Then a super awesome pizza dinner with family. Then a little dance. Then the senior all nighter at which I plan on staying awake until about 11:30 and overeating on Chik-fil-a, Maglby's, and lots of other good food while doing....something. I don't exactly know what there will be to do. I will let you know

Bitter-Sweet

Yesterday was a day. Oh what a day.


It started off normal. Wake up, go to school, forget money for lagoon day, have someone bring it, forget to pay it before heading up to soccer game, etc etc. I went up to the semi-finals for high school soccer to watch my school (and my brother) play against their opponent. It was reeeallly hot there. And I was wearing a black jersey which put me in extra I'm going to die mode. Unfortunately, after some terrible reffing (I know, everyone says that, but this time I am telling the truth with all my heart) we lost 1-0. We did score a goal, but the ref called it off sides. The rest of the game I was wondering how in the heck that could be since there was a huge cluster of soccer players down right by the darn goal in a little mosh pit when the goal was scored. WHAT????? How is that off sides?!?! (<---- what you are wondering right now) That's exactly what I (and everyone else) was thinking too. It was ridiculous. On the bright side, I did see a boy from another team that I had seen a couple months back that I thought was cute. And he cut his hair which makes him a lot more so.


So, I was hot, sweaty and felt and looked super great. Then we (me, mom, sister) went shopping and I didn't really find anything. It didn't help that I looked amazing and the florescent light just made everything look amazing (I have a post just on florescent lighting coming soon).  But this little section of the post doesn't really have anything to do with the day. Time to move on!


My very last choir concert was then later that night (meaning last night). I have been very ready to be done with choir for a while, it is just surprisingly really exhausting. So I was ready to be done with this concert. One of the songs we sang was Come Thou Fount and that is just an amazing song. I love it. When the piano started to play it my mouth started to quiver right along with in. What is happening? Then my eyes started to tear up a tiny bit. What. The. Heck. Then the girls were supposed to start to sing. Let me tell you, it was the hardest thing for me to open my mouth. I just could not do it. It was open about a centimeter so that it looked like I was attempting to sing but I couldn't get those long, correct vowels to come out. the Girls then stop singing and there is a little piano part. I was able to calm myself down and be somewhat normal. Then those darn men came in and started to sing. Boom. There I went. I started to quiver my lip and water my eyes all over again. It's the men's voices. They just do that to you sometimes. By the end of the song I was crying and sniffling and feeling stupid. Then my choir director started to speak to the crowd and starting crying also. why the heck are you crying?!?!?!? You are making me cry even more! She then announced the last song, Go Ye Now in Peace and I continued to cry even more through out that song. Then, then, (this is the really embarrassing part) we finished and I just broke down and was having this little freak out. I do not know what came over me. I was crying like none other and trying to laugh about it which made me heave and sob and look like and idiot even more. After giving hugs to a number of people I finally started to calm down and the tears where gone. Then I looked over at my friend, Ethan. He was crying pretty hard and I thought that was the cutest thing ever (because I didn't expect him to cry) and so it made me explode in tears yet again.


After all the crying was done and I decided that I had no more tears left me and my friends Jess and Sarah went to yogurt land to kind of drown our sorrows in frozen yogurt. (before we went we stopped by my house and my parents had gotten me a bouquet of flowers! They are really pretty, thank you mom and dad!). We pull up to yogurtland and as we go find a place to park we pass this black kid and I was like hey...I know you...  So after we park I quickly turn around and on the curb I see Matt Carlino and the black kid was Anson Winder. Haha! The last time I saw them was at yogurtland too and I was frozen in my chair. This time I was thinking... I'm almost in college. Going to BYU in fact. I need to get used to seeing people I consider famous just because they are on the football or basketball team.  I don't need to freak out. Just get out of the car, walk past them, into yogurtland and pray that they see you. Well, I know that Winder saw me but I don't know about Carlino. Hopefully :)


And there is my bitter-sweet day. I think I'm over it now.


The frozen yogurt was delicious.

MORP 2012

How I asked:

My picture had the exclamation mark. That's how he figured out it was me. Honestly I think it was too easy for him to figure it out (when I gave him the picture my dad had me color the "!" a blue green color. Easy).

How he answered:

I love Almond Joys.  

The Theme:

The group:

The date:

It was a fun last dance and I had a blast! I'm very thankful for my date who said yes and put up with my awkwardness :) He's a stud

dance photographs taken by my friend's (Chloe) dad - Curtis Isaak. Thank you! 

Let's count the days

Friday : School
Saturday: No school
Sunday: No school - home ward
Monday: School
Tuesday: School
Wednesday: Lagoon
Thursday: School - early out
Friday: School - early out
Saturday: No school
Sunday: No school - home ward
Monday: No school
Tuesday: Senior send off assembly - very very short day
Wednesday: Graduation.
Thursday: hang over from "senior all nighter" (no worries, no alcohol involved. Just NO SLEEP)
Friday: Rest
Saturday: starting the realization process
Sunday: No school - singles ward
Monday: Suddenly an adult. 

See how many of those are in bold? Those are the school days that actually count. There's only 5 of them. And there's two more sundays left in my home ward.

Would you like to know what's going through my head right now?

yes?

Too bad. I can't put it into writing typing. Just know that it's confusing :)



You know you're starting to realize that you are becoming an adult when you look at $2,000 and think oh my goodness. I need more money. How in the heck am I going to pay for anything??? When  you used to think holy cow! I'm rich! Does that much money even exist in the world?!


Anyway, moving on from graduation (it's just been completely taking over my life and attempting to take over my thoughts. Actually, it has taken over my thoughts. It's pretty much all I think about). Recently I was able to put a wig to use. Was it a long, blonde wig? Short bright red haired wig? Ha, that's for me to know and you to find out. Maybe I will tell the reason one day. Maybe.


Summer. I welcome you.

For Allysha

1D

From left to right: Liam, Louis, Zayn, Niall, and Harry

Liam looks a million times better with short, curly hair

 I like Niall.  WMYB= What Makes You Beautiful. In case you couldn't figure that one out. 

Harry likes cats. This relationship could go very well. I don't know if the family would approve though At least I know someone in my family who would like him just for that reason.

Louis

I'm reading the Hunger Games series right now for the first time (this experience will be for another post), but. Want to know what I imagine Peeta looking like??? Yep, Niall. Maybe a little more manly version of Niall...but still Niall. Not that he isn't manly... but you know what I mean, right? Everything just seems to fit. As far as Peeta's personality and Niall's looks go. I'm scared to go see the movie and find that the Peeta they picked will completely ruin how my imagination has him already. Dumb movies.

 :D

A Ball? I Long for a Ball!

If there is one thing I could choose to do before I die I would choose to have a Ball.
(well, maybe not the one thing. On a list of 13 things to do before I do though....)

The kind where the girls dress up in fancy old style dresses with hair up in curls and maybe a feather in the hair also (I would pick pearl pins to be in my hair though), and the guys wear long white socks with pants that come below the knee and a scarf type thing for a tie all done in a knot around that high collar.


Everyone would know the dances to every song and there would be at least one couple who comes away from the Ball feeling confused about each other and then realize they love one another. Or at least are interested.

There would be dancing in one room ( of course), a room to drink your punch, a room to eat little pastries, a room where the men could go talk and not smoke, and then a room with card games (not gambling card games, just good fun ones), and also Bunco would be played as well (again, not the gambling version).


It would be a a big house that could easily be decorated for the perfect ball. With winding stairs and fun patterns in the floor and maybe some weird paintings on the ceiling of one of the rooms. The grounds would be amazing too.

Of course, you can't have a Ball without music! We would definitely have a live little orchestra playing at the front of the dancing hall.


The atmosphere needs to be the atmosphere of a real ball. Not a fake one that's put on just for fun. I know the movies aren't exact, but kind of like the movies. The feel of it. it's not fake. It's real. I have no idea if that makes sense, but I hope it does. This kind of goes along with the fact that it needs to be in a real house/mansion, not a cultural hall at the church or a building at a school.


Everyone would be learning all the different dances for about two weeks before the ball. If they don't show up for a class, then they can't dance that dance. But if this was my ball, everyone would show up and learn how to dance every dance.


You wouldn't just get your friends in on it, but a whole bunch of people. Like a ton of people. People other people don't even know. People I, if I was putting the ball on, don't even know.

It would be a major success and would become something we did every 2 or 3 years.


If I wanted to go all the way, this ball would be done somewhere in the UK. Possibly in London.


Let's have a ball!

i C a dancer

My niece C is so photogenic. It kills me how great her pictures turn out. She is such a kick to photograph! She will pose this way, then that way, do a little spanish dance for you and all on her own with out much encouragement! Today she showed up at the house wearing a cute little ballerina outfit and I had my sisters camera and thought heck...lets have a fun photo shoot in the backyard. So, we did. 

Now with these pictures I decided to edit them each in a different way just to experiment and what not. There are definitely doubles there (and triples...)  in color, B&W, and mixtures of a bunch of different things. 

She's a dancer

Ballerina...

Haha, hip hop dancer...

my favorite

These next ones aren't edited because I didn't have time to do them but I love them anyway! This girl is hilarious.

Modern dancing (I think)...

Spanish dancing...