at least another dance, across the floor.

picture frenzy, crap.

happy memorial day. can i just say,

friendly home evening was the greatest idea ever.

i think i finally know what to do and where i belong.

definitely a tradition i hope to be keeping in the future.

this girl makes heavenly cupcakes. really, they're wonderful.

since she's graduating, my going-away gift to her is

a coupon to make me some of her cupcakes. 

she can use it whenever her heart desires, but mostly

when i am sad and i need some cheering up. i love them.

any who.

soccer banquet tomorrow night?

stoked. i love my boys.

they are like family.

like 40 obnoxious brothers.

and i love every one of them.

goodbye to my 11 seniors.

miss you.

also, on another side note.

He is We concert.

lets go see them.

yes. lets - all of us.

june 24th, 15 bucks.

correct me if i'm wrong.

prepare for the unnecessary.

i'm probably going to start posting things that are completely unnecessary and random.this is my blog, and i feel like even on my blog, where i'm allowed to write how i feel, i hold back. so, three cheers for letting everything out, starting now.

forgive me, i don't often take pictures of myself. especially when getting ready for bed. but tonight, i did. in case you were curious, kyle beckerman did design this hoodie.

in case you don't know who kyle beckerman is,

this is him. he plays for Real Salt Lake.

i might be in love with him, just because he has dreads.

also, take an oath right now, that you won't ever let your bed room 

get as messy as mine. really, it's a disaster. i've been walking on and sleeping

in my laundry for the last three weeks. unacceptable.

but. sometimes, i update my playlist.

go ahead. check it out.

the storm.

i went to the yearbook preview thingy. it was fun.

i wanted to cry a couple times. just cause my friends are all graduating.

thursday, the tears will come. no worries.

but, boy. do i have stories.

first story.

- the one where i almost kissed jesse de st jeor.

what?

story time, kids.

we were signing yearbooks next to each other.

i might have a crush on him, so it's fine.

he turned, facing me, to give someone their yearbook back.

i turned, facing him, to give someone's year book back.

our faces were probably two inches apart.

looking back, i should have just kissed him.

heck, he's graduating anyways, it's not like i'll see him anytime soon.

dang.

second story.

- the one where i wanted to beat that kid up.

you know which one.

i gave my year book to dallin to sign. cool, i'm signing his.

but a certain kid, took my book from dallin and signed it,

without me knowing.

this is what he writes.

"kirsten - we had a good first half of the year

and i hope things get better! your cool"

reason 1 for wanting to beat him up:

after 5 or 6 months together, you have like, two sentences to say to me.

reason 2 for wanting to beat him up:

"your cool." really? that's it?

reason 3 for wanting to beat him up:

not using the proper your/you're. (see quote above)

 if you're going to make me mad, make sure you're grammatically correct.

let's be clear.
i don't really want to beat him up.
i'm just a little disappointed.

for some reason, i don't think i'll miss my junior year.

are you watching closely?

hello William Holman.

he's on the bachelorette.

he's 30, and a cell phone salesman.

you know what's weird?

he looks just like this guy.

Josh Lucas aka Sam from Life As We Know It.

great movie.

go watch it.

plus, we all agree that Josh Duhamel,

is extremely attractive.

it's fine.

correction - he's fine.

bird of the summer

dear summer of 2011,

thanks for coming, stay as long as you please.

bring with you carefree, reckless days.

countless hours barefoot under the sun.

change.

bring lots of change.

i want something extraordinary.

i want something different.

i want a fearless summer. 

no worries.

but mostly, give me one more chance to define who i am.

senior year, and i don't know the girl that possesses this body.

let me discover me under the summer sun.

love, kirsten.

anyways.

now that i got that out of my system.
three cheers for a six hour nap after school.
can you even call that a nap any more?

grey skies, sing to me.

its time to stop lying to myself.
we are what we swore we'd never become & it breaks my heart.

i thought i hated the arguing, the frustration, the constant tension that was between us for the last five months. but, it's almost like i miss it. all we are now, is typical. we don't look at each other. we don't talk. it's almost like our presence in each other's life is non-existent. losing a best friend with no explanation was difficult the last time. but watching something fade away and having no control over is, for lack of a better description, ten times worse.

deafened by the silence & blinded by the tears, i can only wish the best for you. thanks for everything.

rap, boys & bleach.

costa vida for dinner. [mango chicken salad, please] the guy was hitting on me the whole time. i'm 17 dude.

been listening to eminem, wiz, chiddy bang, and a little willow smith cause sometimes i need to whip my hair.

matt rider came over after school. i bleached his rat tail. lookin' fresh. really though, i did real good.

after i bleached his hair, i found this. definitely a follower. you should follow, too. she's crafty & i enjoy it.

my hands are raw from all this bleach, and my nose is burning from the smell.

craving warm weather & shorts. hello summer, where are you?

i've been living in my soccer clothes. state cup, baby. CS, take it.

socks & sandals have become my new obsession. you know you love it, too.

things are lookin' up. cross your fingers.

closet poet:

i write poetry - specifically gospel oriented poetry.
here's my latest.

AtOneMoment:
demands of justice are satisfied,
unconditional love encompasses all,
perfect mercy, continuously supplied,
the grace of God, because we fall.
repentance that we may be cleansed of sin,
hope in His great plan of happiness.
the way prepared to be with Him again,
his selfless suffering for our eternal bliss.

so, i guess it was my birthday or something.

i'm seventeen, as of 11:47 yesterday night. 

i established a few things about myself in the last 24 hours.

1. i love needles and blood.

now that i am 17, i can officially donate. 

sign me up, coach.

2. i'm a deeper sleeper than sleeping beauty herself.

also, for a fair warning, i sleep talk like crazy.

3. i've already facebook stalked you.

yes, you. at least 19 times. it's fine.

4. i dream about my husband looking like Paul Wesley. 

so fine.

monotonous & repetitive.

5:13 wake up to go running.

6:07 wake up, because i decided not to go running.

6:09 shower.

6:21 blow dry hair & put on mascara.

6:43 curl hair.

6:58 get dressed.

7:13 eat a breakfast & brush teeth.

7:24 go to school.

first period: blah.

second period: blah.

third period: blah.

lunch: a little less blah.

fourth period: blah.

2:21 go home.

2:45 go to boys soccer practice.

4:20 go to AF pool for my WSI class.

9:30 go home.

10:18 think about showering and going to bed.

12:17 read scrips. go to bed.

[repeat for all weekdays.]

tired of the routine? me too. i can't tell the difference in days any more. monday, tuesday, wednesday, it doesn't matter, they all feel the same. in fact, the five hours of sleep i get are starting to feel like cat naps between the mind-numbing blah of everyday stuff. so, this morning, i mixed things up. i woke up to my first alarm and ate breakfast. i went back to bed & woke up to shower and get ready. i proceeded to walk to school. during lunch i walked home & picked up my car. i parked in a different stall than normal. i napped on the turf field during the boys practice, and left early to eat some costa vida. i ordered different food than my regular mango chicken salad. i drove a different route to the pool & parked in the farthest stall from the doors. i walked barefoot. when i left my wsi class, i drove home in my swimming suit blasting Bohemian Rhapsody because it was different. tonight, i'm sleeping with my head on the other end of the bed, just to psyche myself out.

who needs routine?

prom: it's a facebook holiday.

but, i wanted to celebrate here, too.

this is probably what i looked like 24 hours ago:

and, this is me and my date.

we match real good. ha.

prom. love it.

samuel, lookin sharp.

prom was incredible.

the prom hangover i'm experiencing - not so pleasant.

i've taken at least four naps today and slept in until ten.

crazy night. loved every second of it.