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.

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.