That's right, I've created a new blog.
here it is
do you mind re-subscribing to it?
I'd love you forever!
And tips for making a cool blog would be appreciated!
xoxo thanks for reading!
Monday, May 17, 2010
Goodbye faithful blog!
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Monday
ya know, just jumping into the 2 second timer on the camera, no biggie. 
Swedish fish always make the day better.
the ribbon from my bridesmaid bouquet
What I've been doing after school M, T, Th. By the way, her name is Helga and I do not throw in pretty clothes.
some flip book magic
kinda how I was feeling that day, a mixture of lonely, stressed, and missing my mommy.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
super frog!
Today my incredible s-i-l Moka swam/biked/ran the SuperFrog triathalon in Corando!
She has been training for months and IT PAID OFF FOR SURE!
She rocked it.
I'm so proud of you!
It reminds me of Mike's triathalon he did a little while back, let's take a walk down memory lane shall we?
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Patience- A Musical Number
(I wrote this a few weeks ago as well. italics is the chorus, if things don't make sense, they probably never will. ENJOY!)
Wendy: Patience, patience, patience, my trial. (channels inner Elizabeth Bennett)
Sometimes feel like a wise older person trapped in a teenager's body.
I wanna be done with all dis teenager laughing out louding, like whatev, just kidding.
Sure, sure I know I have to be an teenager in order to be an adult. It's elementary, my dear watson.
Peter Pan's got nothing on me! (cue music)
I wanna grow up (pouts)
I wanna be in school at college please
and that'd be cool
stop yo talkin like a fool!
I wanna grow up! (I wanna grow up)
I wanna do what I like (wanna do what I like)
Grow out of the worries about myself
(places hand on forehead and gasps dramamatically)
grow out of the the worries about yourself!
Like what to wear to a dance rehearsal or school or church or gym or swimming or to Disneyland
(where it doesn't matter if you look like a model out of teen vogue as much as you wanted too!)
(pause)
W: or to have my wardrobe look like the new roxy cataloge that graced my mailbox with its presence yesterday! yesterday! (harmonized)
(switches to guys and dolls big show)
W: I wanna grow up!
I wanna grow up {chorus use glitter fingers and snaps}
Be done with all these tragidies! Not the boys!
Like my lack of sleep
over anxiety
and the overthinking! Say what?
I'm plagued with grief!
She's plagued with grief!
Over her hair and eyes
teenagers are deterierized
What's this product and why?
will it make her cry?
If growing up is better-er, than all the better that there ever were.
I wanna grow up
wanna grow up
Wanna grow up!
Parents: Like me
All inspirational people in history: Like I
Siblings: Like me!
Wendy: Like (beat, s.s merrilee swoosh) you!
(chorus jigs backwards while snapping) arrrrrrrrrAHrmmmm fffaaaaaan
(Final stroke of strings, dun-dah)
(Rachel, I mean Wendy, wipes tears as she flamboastily curtsies the crowd, accepting bouquets)
WR: Thank you! It's all too much!
burn
i think i'm going to get carpel tunnel from this
But it's so fun.
I started playing it this weekend after 3ish years of a Sims strike.
It was all I could think about at school yesterday,
"I can't wait to get home so I can play."
My whole right arm is hurting now.
Wow, tomorrow is friday for me. We have yet another long weekend coming up, and next Thursday I'm going to
CALIFORNIAAAAA AND UTAHHH
for spring break!
The holidays up here are ridiculus.
But who's complaining?
I've had a coldish/sinus infection these past few days.
I woke up at 5:30 this morning, which doesn't help, from a scary scary dream. The ones where one frightening image jolts you awake and you lay almost paralyzed for a few minutes, catching your breath. AGGGHH! The first part was normal. I was dreaming that I was supposed to go over to the Korella's, for a fireside or something. I was supposed to be giving the introduction similar to what I did at Young Women's in Excellence. I couldn't decide on what to wear. My room was a disaster. It was starting at 5:00, and it was already past that and I wasn't ready. (But I came up with a pretty good outfit actually, I might have to recreate it.) I was just about to leave my room and I looked out the window and my garage was on fire! It's one of my worst fears. I'm so sentimental the thought of having everything lost is so tragic to me.
As I layed in bed I planned out what I would do, and what my parents would do too:
Grab my journals in my closet, my blankie, and Jack who was probably on my bed.
My mom would've grabbed the hardrive on our computer and a box of photos next to our computer. SOMETHING!
Oh, I don't like the thought of it at all.
And then,
I got on my iPod after I woke up to get my mind off of it, and it was like a tv show when they are watching TV and every channel has the same theme they were dreading. (anyone remember that Arthur episode?)
A facebook status talked about a smoke alarm, for one.
(this was supposed to be posted awhile ago, but I though tit was still funny.)
Monday, March 22, 2010
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