good start for the week?

probably not.
worst. monday. ever.

to my fellow nudists:

if it were socially acceptable, i'd run around in my underwear and a hoodie.

i got a sample of it today when i was coming home from the af pool.

it goes like this:

i didn't want to get my clothes wet, so i threw my hoodie on after i was done swimming.

no, i didn't put pants on.

so here i am in my hoodie and swim bottoms which happen to be white.

i pull up to my house and gather my things to go inside.

[i live on 200 south - the high school road. busy most of the day, right?]

problem: it never occurred to me that my white bottoms possibly looked like underwear.

i stepped out of my car.

crap.

cars are driving by, no pants on.

i should have felt embarrassed.

but i didn't.

everyone looked at me like i was a freak.

i hate clothes, sue me.

surprise - we're not actually cousins.

long story, not so short:

in kindergarten, i had the biggest crush on this boy named Jacob Gibb. 

such a cutie. brown hair, brown eyes. loved him.

that is, until third grade came around, and i saw him at a funeral for someone's great grandma. i don't know who it was. i told my mom that i thought he was cute, here comes the shocker. "oh, sweetheart, Jake is your cousin,"

okay, see ya jake. i was devastated.

fifth grade rolled around, he was still cute. but then he up and moved to vegas over night. and then i never heard from him again.

lie.

in january, i remembered about my little creepy cousin crush i had in kindergarten.

i told my mom that i had forgotten him. she and i proceeded to facebook stalk.

he was no where to be found.

i began to worry he fell off the face of the planet.

we never had a real goodbye.

that was that.

about a week after our little stalking fiasco, guess who adds me on facebook?

jake gibb.

shut up.

so cousin, you're handsome. you still live in vegas. 

we caught up, and i told him he needed to come visit. he told me he'd be here during his spring break which happened to be the week following ours. he said we'd hang out for sure.

definitely didn't think it would happen.

but hey, guess who is in pg?

jake gibb.

guess who i've spent the last two days with?

jake gibb.

guess who's not actually my cousin?

jake gibb.

what?

yeah, turns out my mom meant we were kind of cousins. 

but not by blood or law. so, not cousins at all.

we just knew his family really well, and his great grandma.

good news.

want to meet him?

i stole these off facebook.

did i mention he plays guitar?

oh, and he rides bulls.

he also volunteers at an animal shelter on weekends.

no, you can't date him.

that would be weird.

hey jake, stay in pg as long as you'd like.

playing with fire.

i think i'm a thug when chamillionaire sings good morning to me.

did i mention i'll be in st. g. this week? hello, warm weather. i've missed you.

i got a slurpee last night at midnight with my new friend. it's fine.

we played a duet. me at the piano, him with his guitar.

i hate clothes. you should have figured that out by now.

my phone's battery dies so quickly that i have to have a back up battery ready.

uvu registration this week. crap.

also, i've been living off pop tarts for the last four days. it's whatever.

happy spring break.

recipe for the craziest of nights:

one cultural hall in your local stake center.

two miniature soccer goals.

10+ people

ihome & clean music.

and

socks.

the game of sock soccer is simple. everyone plays in socks.

two teams. who ever scores the most, wins. no rules, except not using your hands.

slipping, sliding, and falling on your fanny multiple times is typical.

warning: you may walk away with burns, bruises, and soccer ball welts.

it's fine. you'll love it.

have the happiest.

we can all let out that sigh of relief - spring break is finally here.

enjoy & see you in nine days.

then what?

i had the strangest thoughts come into my head just barely.

i'm sitting, just thinking.
in one month i will be seventeen.
in six months i will be a senior.
in one year i will be graduating.
in two years my friends will leave for missions.
in three years i could be teaching kindergarten.
in four years i could be getting married.
in five years i could have a family.

then what?

so much time is spent looking to the future,
what happens when we catch up with our dreams?

you get to have new dreams - d. james

gc.

general conference was incredible, yes. President Monson's talk on the temples was my favorite. i loved how he directed it straight to the youth and said, "always have the temple in sight, don't do anything that would keep you from getting there," [not word for word] he talked about how our goal should be reaching the temple and we need to be living life according. he really got me rearranging my priorities, and my lifestyle. there's a lot of changes i want to make. hopefully early morning baptisms is among them.

temple tuesdays.
[inspired by jamo]
all in favor, say i.

you be killin 'em.

lacrosse #18.

braden.

so sick. check him out.

you might need to pee like crazy.

today, i had to get an ultrasound.

which sounds weird enough as it is, but the doctor wanted to check and see

if i have a parasite or a bacteria living in my stomach. but, they ask you not

to eat anything before the ultrasound. they insist you have a full bladder though,

so i woke up at seven today and started chugging water. my appointment was at

eight:thirty. for simplicity's sake - i really had to pee. when my ultrasonographer

(i think that's what she called herself) started pushing  that goop and the camera

thingy on my pelvis, i was about to wet the bed. my mom was laughing her head off.

i might have cried, but i didn't. for the next 25 minutes of goop-rubbing and weird

black & white ultrasound picture taking, all i could think of was not peeing my pants.

i took bathroom breaks on ten minute intervals after that.

and this post, because i thought you might want to know

how often you'll have to pee if you get an ultrasound.