Sunday, October 28, 2012


Ever since I started High School, I've been uber tired and just plain lazy. I've just been dead to the world. I go to school, do homework and eat. That's all my day consists of. I don't even blog after school anymore. I draft it at school, during computer tech. And my mom has been getting on my case about doing nothing. She's been telling me to find something that I want to do, and she'll put me in lessons. But I don't want to do anything. And I'm not particularly good at anything. I'm just kind of average all around.

I can ski on blue hills, I can sing fairly simple songs and I can talk to people with no problems. But I need something that I'm exceptional at. So I've come up with a list of my many talents. Here we go.

1. I can eat two boxes of Tostinos Pizza rolls in one sitting.

2. I can pee faster than anyone that I know.

3. I am an excellent procrastinator.

4. I've mastered the art of being able to fall asleep anywhere. 

5. I can put my hair in a messy bun in 10 seconds.


Friday, October 26, 2012

Bountiful Dictionary.

Today, I'm going to teach you an important lesson, one that you must know if you are not from my town and are reading my blog. I have a dictionary full of words (and how to pronounce them) for you to understand what I'm always talking about. I've gotten some emails asking what the heck am I saying, and I am here to help you!

Before we start with this dictionary, you have to know that you can't say your T's. For example: Mountain. If you're from Utah, you must pronounce it Mounain. No t. This applies to almost every word you can think of.

VL, noun: (Short for Virgin Lips) When a teenager in Bountiful has not kissed anyone besides a family member. When you kiss someone, you "lose" your VL (there's even a club. with T shirts).

Shoot, verb: A replacement for the popular cuss word. You can also use Shiz if you want to walk on the wild side, or the most commonly used, Crap.

Baller, adj: When something is awesome. Ex: Those shoes are baller! Seminary is baller!

RM, adjective: Returned Missionary, a spouse/boyfriend preferred by most Mormon Girls.

The Vard, noun: Bountiful Boulevard, a place where teenagers park their cars, blast music, and party on summer/warm nights. Partying can also occur during the fall.

The B, noun: A giant letter on our Mountain that symbolizes Bountiful High. A great view if you drive up there, and also a makeout spot.

Friday Night Lights, noun: Football games, reference to a popular TV show.

Keva, noun: A smoothie place located near BHS, where the drinks are delicious and you can get a slice of bread next door for 50 cents.

Rite Aide, noun: A store which every teen in Bountiful has been kicked out of.

Snow Days, noun: Don't exist. You go to school if there is five feet of snow on the ground. Case closed.

Skiing, noun: Almost everyone in Bountiful is an expert at it. We can teach you how to ski backwards.

The Holy War, noun: The annual football game between BYU and UofU. Utah is divided, with the occasional Utah State straggler.

The Spiral, noun: A spiral staircase at Bountiful High, where you make out.

True Brave, noun: You can achieve this status by either: a, running around the track naked, or b, kissing on the spiral. If you do both, then you are a Chief.

 WX vs BHS: a football game that everyone looks forward to, because BHS has beat WX for over 20 years straight. (if we lose tonight, just know that this was written before the game)

Seminary: an hour and a half nap.

Snowpants: an article of clothing that everyone has in their closets.

AN IMPORTANT PRONUNCIATION ANNOUNCEMENT: You must pronounce your B's like P's. Example: Jacop.

I hope I have helped you understand my life and my Bountiful slang.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

a few of my favorite things.

Here is a post dedicated to sharing my favorite youtube videos that I've found these past few weeks. So here you go.

This is just possibly the sweetest thing I've ever seen.

The first time I saw this (last night) I fell off of my chair laughing.

I don't think you can watch this without smiling or laughing.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

I am a butterfly.

I am a butterfly. I am free. I am beautiful. I fly. I come and go, just as shadows and stars do. You can't tie me down. I am like the wind. I am innocent and pure.

Let's start at the beginning of this journey, shall we?

When I started seventh grade, my self esteem and self worth were at rock bottom. I was awkward. I was sad. I felt so alone. I was friendless, because I was shy. And when I did talk to people, my negativity drove them away. I think that I was so depressed because my main goal was to be "popular." I thought that the life of expensive clothes, cell phones, boyfriends and Jr. High parties seemed amazing. I was so jealous of that one girl that all the guys liked. The one that wore all the new Anthropologie items, while I was shopping at TJ Maxx and Ross. I pushed my quirks aside and tried to shove myself into this "popular girl" mold, which my body didn't fit. But, when I started hanging out with the "popular" kids, I thought I was happy. But now looking back, I see an uphappy little girl trying so hard to please people that didn't even really like her, or want to be her friend. 

This is how I ended seventh grade. "Popular." And it didn't feel as good as I thought it would feel. I found myself in uncomfortable situations. Kids watching rated R movies, talking about inappropriate things, not acting like seventh graders. And I wasn't even ready to give up sleeping with my baby blanket, let alone talk about sex and other things. (and I still sleep with my baby blanket. it's okay Harley does too.)

The summer before eighth grade I was miserable. Calling my dad to come pick me up when my friends were watching R rated movies, crying to my mom about how I couldn't stay out until 1:00 in the morning, doing things that I don't even want to do now.

(Quick side note: I'm not saying I was completely depressed and miserable for all of my Jr. High experience. I was actually quite happy. But now that I've felt the love of real friends, and real love for myself, I just wish that I could've felt that earlier)

So, walking into eighth grade, I was miserable. I was confused about who I was, and what my values were. I started to compare myself to others. I never felt pretty enough, talented enough or smart enough. Things got worse as my "friends" started to ignore me. Did things without telling me. Left me out. The weight of the world was piling high on my little 13-year old shoulders, and I was about to collapse. And no one knew about my heavy load because I never told anyone anything. I kept all my concerns to myself.

I have to admit, I was a pretty good actress.

I think I hit rock bottom near the end of eighth grade. I was watching a movie at someone's house, and everyone had paired off. There I was, sitting in the corner of that L-shaped couch, feeling sick to my stomach. No one would sit by me, or talk to me. I finally went outside and sat on the swings, tears flowing freely. I usually don't cry. Especially in public. I hated (and still hate) showing signs of weakness. But there I was, sobbing on the swings. I called my mom and asked her to come pick me up. I decided I was done with these people. I was done feeling so inferior, and I was done feeling bad about myself.

I think the thing that mostly pushed me over the edge was when I called one of my friends that wasn't there. He talked to me and listened to me, and none of those kids inside would ever do that. They wouldn't listen to me cry and let it out. They would tell me to shut up and grow up. I realized that friends are supposed to make you feel uplifted, not dragging you down. So I was done. I didn't hate those kids. I still don't. I get along with some of them today, some of us are friends. But then, us being friends was like swimming in toxic waste. Drowning it it. So I cut myself off of the "popular" kids. No, I didn't stand on the stage at school dance and announce it. It was done quietly. I just slipped out of their lives.

I'll admit, it was lonely. But that pressure was off of my chest, and I felt so much lighter. I wasn't the girl that went out every Saturday night. I spent a few solitary nights in my PJs watching Pixar. And you know what? That's perfectly okay. The more I spent time alone, I got to know myself a little better.

I'm not saying that I looked in the mirror and had a full on conversation. But being alone for a little while gave me time to realize what I wanted, what kind of person I wanted to be, and what I felt comfortable with. I didn't need compliments or boys trying to get my attention to feel good about myself. I didn't need those new clothes, hair highlights, that high end makeup. I was perfectly happy with my TJ Maxx sweater and my Covergirl mascara. Still am.

As eighth grade ended, I looked back and realized that I had made so many new friends, and had so many experiences. Experiences that I couldn't have had if I were tying myself down. I felt great about myself, and about others.

Entering ninth grade, I was probably as confident as a person could be. I finally let my crazy personality come out, and I think I shocked a lot of people. But I was happy as a clam. I wore my Harry Potter robes to school, talked as loud as I wanted, and just had a grand time at school. I loved ninth grade, because I was finally ME. With no masks. I would proudly tell my friends I bought my shirt at Plato's closet. I would proudly proclaim my love for Lord of the Rings. Ninth grade was filled with so many new and amazing experiences and friends.

Then the best summer ever happened to me.

This last summer was the best summer ever. In the history of mankind. I've already blogged and blogged about it, but I'll tell you again. The Jazz Band Trip, Trek, Girl's Camp, making new friend, it was just plain perfect.

This summer I realized that friends are fun, and nice, and non-backstabbing, and everything good in this world. Those kids changed my whole perspective on friendship, and love for my friends. And I love them so much for that. I would go on and on about how much I love them, but I won't. Because then they'll think I'm creepy. And because I've already exclaimed how much I love them.

And now we're here at the present. Me, loving life, being a little quieter than last year. A little more humble. But now I'm the happiest I've ever been. Change is good. Change is very good.

Monday, October 8, 2012

the challenge is over!!!

so.. i've kind of been slacking off. and it's my last day of the blog challenge!!! yay! So I have three for you today.

Day 27, what is your favorite feature (on yourself)?

I really like my hands... is that weird? I have really, really abnormally tiny hands and I just like them. I also like my nose and freckles. I've been told I have a cute nose from time to time. I'll take it.

Day 28, what is your least favorite feature (on yourself)?

I have two. I hate my arms. I have way long arms, and in pictures I look deformed. There's those girls with the cute little arms, and then me, my fingers touching my toes. I also really don't like my teeth. They're straight from my braces, but they're not as white as I want them to be. And I hate whitening them, because it hurts so bad.

Day 29, what do you think people misunderstand about you?

I know a lot of people that think I'm really self-centered. And they're absolutely right. I'm a teenage girl, I have an excuse. When I feel uncomfortable, or I don't know what to say, I start to talk about myself. I've been working on it though.

Day 30, list three things you hope to be remembered for.

1. My awesome taste in music.
2. How I laugh at everything, everywhere, anytime.
3. My zest for life.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

I know it. I live it. I love it.

Well. That time of year is here again. GENERAL CONFERENCE TIME! 

For all you non-LDS members out there, General Conference is when you spend two day listening to church leaders, and laying around in your PJs.

Most teenagers don't like conference. They can't hang out with friends, they have to spend all day at home, blah blah blah. But I love it. LOVE IT. I look forward to it every year. It's almost better than Christmas. I love to be able to not get dressed, eat all day, and listen to amazing talks.

And today was probably one of the best conference sessions ever. They've changed the minimal age to go on an LDS mission. Girls can now go at age 19, and boys can go at age 18 (before it was 21 for women and 19 for boys), and this has completely changed my life.

I've always, always, always wanted to go on a mission. I've read my old journals and I write "8 more years until I can go on my mission!" "7 years!"

And now I can go in about four years. FOUR YEARS. I'm dying. I'm so excited. When it was first announced, I couldn't talk I was so excited.

Everyone else is excited too. Texts are flying my way, my facebook news feed is filled with it. And I love it. I love being surrounded by people that are so willing to go serve. I'm one of the luckiest people alive.

So now, tonight in my journal, I will write, "FOUR MORE YEARS!" I really can't believe this happened. Wow. Wow. Wow.

Also, another good quote from our amazing friend Ann Dibb who gave an amazing talk:

"I am a Mormon. I know it. I live it. I love it."- quoted by Ann M. Dibb #ldsconf #lds #mormons #generalconference

Thursday, October 4, 2012

i hate school.

here I am, sitting in computer tech. it's only second period and I've had probably the worst day ever. EVER. I'm not excited for what's to come. the only good thing is that I figured out how to get on youtube, which means whole imagine dragons album is being listened to because i'm too cheap to buy it.

since we have free time, blog challenge (that I'm almost done with!)

Day 26 was a dumb question, so I'm telling you what's in my backpack.

three sets of headphones
a pink sharpie
burts bees lip gloss
my phone
hair ties
bobby pins
random food
my binders
my schedule
my planner
a dollar
my lunch
a calculator.

Don't worry, it's super organized. Because I'm OCD.

So, I'm actually planning some BIG posts to come. I've already drafted one, and in my opinion, it's amazing. I love it. So BIG things are coming! Be excited with me!

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

I'm a slacker.

I haven't been keeping up on this blog challenge thing. Life just kinda got in the way. So I guess I get to do four today. Joy.

Day 22. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

In five years, I'll be twenty. I do not see myself getting married like most Utah girls. I'll probably be in college, working my tail off. Maybe having an RM boyfriend (Returned Missionary for all of those who don't speak Utahn). Probably sleep deprived. Probably wearing sweats. Living away from home. Probably carrying the iPhone 7, listening to Taylor Swift's 10th album. It sounds like a pretty good life.

Day 23: list your top five hobbies and why you love them.

1. Blogging. I love to write and express myself. I love to just spew out my thoughts and feelings. I also love how if I write something I don't like, I can change it. I wish words were like that.

2. Ribsticking. However you spell it. It's like a skateboard, but way harder/cooler. It took me five days straight to learn how to not fall. I spent my whole summer perfecting it, and I am now the master. I can ribstick, rub my tummy, and pat my head at the same time.

3. Shopping. Yes, I consider this a hobby. I'm really good at finding deals and putting outfits together when I'm not being lazy. I'd say dressing myself on a budget is an important skill.

4. Uke/piano/singing. I love making music. I love it. My whole family does. You can always hear a song in our home. Either from our mouths, instruments or radio. We love music.

5. Picking good music. I LABOR over my songs. I'm so picky about what I listen to. So I consider this a hobby.

Day 24. This one was dumb, so I'm just listing another 10 facts about myself.

1. I LOVE to eat.
2. I love my phone.
3. I have the personality of a teenage boy.
4. I love hearing people sing.
5. I talk about myself A LOT.
6. I'm very considerate toward other people.
7. I love to sing.
8. I have big dreams. One of those dreams is swimming in a pool of Jel-O.
9. I sometimes wonder who would come to my funeral if I died.
10. I love people.

Day 25. If you could hang out with anyone in history, who would it be?

It's a tie between John Lennon and Audrey Hepburn. Do you know how AWESOME that'd be? ahh. I'd die.


this is better than the original. just watch it.