Thanksgiving Week

This past week has been pretty spiffy.

So unless you're under a rock, you might have noticed that this past week was Thanksgiving. I was certainly thankful because there were only two days of school.

On Wednesday, I just cleaned most of the day and hung around the house. My dear mother informed me that if I didn't hang out with friends then I would be in trouble. Most teenagers get in trouble for being with their friends too much, I'm in trouble for not hanging out enough. Not a lot of people usually want to hang out with me unless they're in my ward. I also don't like hanging out with people too much, I always feel awkward and nervous and I don't know what to do. I'm still trying to figure out why I'm like this. I would rather stay home than hang out and if I do hang out I freak out and think the person I'm hanging out with won't like me. Which does sadly happen a lot. There have been people who I hung out with once and never hung out with again because they never wanted to. I can't blame them, I'm broken. That night kids from my ward did come and ask me to do night games. We went around and got some people to hang out with, and then we decided to go back to my house. I pulled out Guitar Hero 2 and Apples to Apples and some popcorn and told them to have fun. I just played the game and then got on Guitar Hero for a couple of minutes after everyone left. There you go Mom, I was a normal teenager that night. Well close enough. I then stayed up until 2 am to watch "Up". It was delightful.

On Thursday, I kinda slept in. Apparently Mom sent my little sister, Emma, to wake me up and I told her to wait a minute. I don't remember that at all and didn't wake up for another hour. Mom, Ashley, and I cooked dinner while Dad cleaned a bit, Emma wandered around doing who know what, and Hannah was at Marjorie's from a sleepover. Marjorie's family including Stephaie and Chris came over and then we ate and hung out. We went around and said what we're thankful for. Mom and Dad said each other (awww), Hannah said her silly, crazy cat, Sylvester (if you would like to be his friend on facebook, let me know), Amanda said something which I forgot, probably her family or music or something. Chelsie said her devilish dog, Porthos (whom I've sady fallen in love with, stupid dog), Marjorie said Chris (her new son-in-law), John said his pond outside, and I'm pretty sure Stephanie and Chris said eachother. I said my cat, Charlie. A couple people did a little sniff-laugh when I said that, but I'm serious. I love my cat. She is so cuddly and cute and my little bundle of joy. She was all I wanted for my birthday last year. I told Mom I wanted a white female kitty (Sorry I'm not sexist or racist) and I was going to name her Charlie. Charlie was exactly what I wanted and is very beautiful. She's going to be my kitty forever, even after we both die.

Afterwards, we watched "Up" while Amanda, Chelsie, Hannah, and I made our Christmas wish lists and the adults looked at ads in the newspaper for Black Friday. John Stevens and Emily (4 years old) and Matthew (2 years old whom we call Mattie) came over to hang out. It was a good Thanksgiving.

The next day none of us in my family went to the Black Friday sales. We all got up at about noon (we are all very late sleepers which is why sleepovers annoy me because my friends always want to wake up at a ridiculous time like 9 or 10) and got ready to go to Marjorie's house. We got to her house and then soon left to go see New Moon. I made fun of it the whole time with Amanda, Ashley, and Jordan like yelling out "Sharkboy!" when I saw Jacob. I then spilled all of my gobstoppers during a serious part in the movie and yelled out "Shoot! Really!?" and then everyone started laughing. Oh well, I don't really like gobstoppers anyway.

After the movie, Mom, my sisters, and I went to the mall and took pictures of everything we wanted for Christmas which is fun and might become a tradition. Emma took pictures of about everything she saw like everything that said princess on it. Hannah just kinda wandered and pretended not to care too much like the preteen she is, and Ashley was all over the clothing stores. We went back to Marjorie's afterwards. We were going to just leave, but then I saw that fun people like William and Wendy's family, and Jim and Cheryl (whom I haven't seen since they were married last year) were there so we stayed and hung out and ate Marjorie's food.

Saturday we set up the tree. On Sunday before church Mom took pictures of everyone in the backyard which was just fun.... I felt like I was in America's Next Top Model and I didn't know what to do. She kept saying "Pretend this boy is behind you... now pretend there's something cool in a tree... look boy! Ooh look a boy is behind me.... how would you look if you saw this boy right now." I think she got some good pictures. I might post a couple. After church, we decorated the Christmas tree while Mom took pictures. Ashley and I then pointed out that there are barely any pictures of Mom and Dad, so we had them sit in front of the fire and kiss and cuddle while we took pictures. It was kinda weird, I've never seen my parents actually like make out. A couple times I would hear them, but then I would go out of the room or turn away. Not that it was gross, I just didn't think they would want me to stare. We got some awesome pictures of them.

That night, I could not sleep for hours even though I went to bed early and I was having really weird dreams and was really confused by my alarm. My alarm confuses me every day and it takes me forever to realize that I'm supposed to actually wake up. I can't explain it, but I have a different random strange motive to turn off the alarm every day that has nothing to do with not wanting to get up.

That's it. Peace out.

I Confess

I figured I should post since I haven't in a while and my parents aren't home to get mad at me for not doing my chores or homework which I should've learned from 9 years of school isn't a good idea.

I'll worry about that later, anyway so now I'm going to attempt to remember my week. I find it so frustrating I think of a bunch of good things to post, and then when I actually get to it I totally forget about it. Well first I'll say that on Thursday and Friday last week, I slept a lot and it felt really good.

Okay so last Saturday I had to wake up early and be at my school by 8:15 AM to get on a school bus that would take me to Layton High School (in Layton [: ) I was freaking out a bit because some idiots decided to drive slow and I was running late for the bus and I really didn't want to miss it because then my parents wouldn't be too happy and would probably refuse to take me there. Or maybe they would if they loved me enough but I never know because some days they love me so much that they're really nice and fun to be around, and then other days I feel like telling them to stop getting mad at me because it wasn't my fault I was born. I love my parents. Anyway so we finally got there and I told my dad to drive through the one-way exit from the school so the bus would see that I'm there and we could block its path if it tried to leave. I arrived at Layton High and started singing some delightful songs. I think I might've talked about this in my last post... Anyway we sang and practiced singing and then sang some more. The bus brought me back to my school at around 12:30 pm.

I had a lacrosse meeting at the South Davis rec center so Mom came with because she was supposed to. We waited around and then went into the second floor meeting room. Addie Acord's dad started the Viewmont High School girls lacrosse team this year because they didn't have one and they thought that it was a shame. We were talking about how much work and money it's going to be since it's new this year and we have to get the team set up and new equipment and uniforms and all that good stuff. Mom volunteered to be the team's treasurer. We both figured that would be good since she's a certified master at counting. This is her divine calling. I'm super excited because I can't wait to get a lacrosse stick and start practicing even though we'll only be junior varsity this year. I now realized that it's a really good thing that I got a job at Lagoon, even though it was torture and the worst experience of my life (I'm not sure if I'm exaggerating or not....) because if I didn't then I probably wouldn't be able to do the team because it's going to be so expensive. My 250 hours of pain will turn into 1 million hours of fun (I was going to say 1 billion but that's impossible, you're in your mid-30's before you turn 1 billion seconds old. Therefore, it's impossible to live one second for everyone in the world's lives because by the time you're done, you'll be around 140 years old and will only be dust.).

That night, I went to see "2010" with Sammy Facer and a little cute sevvy whose name escapes me. She's Broc Dover's little sister. It was really good. I got a medium popcorn for all of us to share but we never finished it because we were too into the movie. It was awesome! It was so cool to watch and funny and the graphics were awesome. It was sweet other than certain main characters in the movie seemed to be escaping the explosions and earthquakes and volcanoes by three seconds. They were pretty lucky and had some seriously good karma.

Monday I missed the bus for the hundredth time and so missed first period.

On Tuesday I got to miss part of school to go to Layton High for the choir thing Amanda and me are in. That night we had the concert for it and it was fun and we sounded really good. Mom poured makeup on my face and it was very delightful.

On Wednesday, I arrived at school and went into my math class 2nd period and discovered I had a math test. Shoot. I'm pretty sure I failed it. I'm sorry Grandma Joan, I failed you.... :( I just could barely remember how to do it and I didn't answer some. I didn't work very long on it. I'm not one of those people who will work forever on a school assignment until I get it right. Either I get it or I don't, I don't spend forever trying to figure it out. I will spend forever on a drawing or piano piece but not school unless I'm in a good mood. It was also my last day to finish an art project where we had to make a pot thing with coils and cool designey techniques, but mine kept on falling apart. In desperation, I rolled up some balls and stuck them on top but my teacher wouldn't let me do that so I took it all apart and just had a very small thing. If I'm lucky, I'll get a C-.

When I got home I had to go to piano lessons. Mom let me drive the whole way which I wasn't very happy about. It's only my fifth time driving and she had me go on the highway which scared me. I felt very good and accomplished.

Today, we had a substitute in choir and I wasn't a good girl. I'm so sick of choir and I hate being a soprano and I really didn't want to do sectionals where we divide by section and work on our three songs. I'm bored of the songs already because they're easy Christmas ones and I'm a soprano so it's not like I've been singing these songs since I was 4. I really wish I could be in madrigals so I could sing more songs and have harder songs or be in a smaller choir with guys who actually care about singing. It's just not fair. I'm in choir because I want to sing, not to waste time and goof around but that's what the guys do. I wanted to be in madrigals really really bad but some people who didn't even care or expect to be in madrigals made it. They get to sing a lot of songs and they're Ms. Swallow's favorite choir. I'm also frustrated because I asked Ms. Swallow to be an alto and she said she would but she might still need me to be a soprano. I guess I should be happy that Swallow thought I was important enough to be a soprano but I hate it. It's the melody and I'm sick of breaking my throat singing high notes and the easy melody, I want more excitement to singing. At the moment, I hate choir. I hate singing. If I hadn't paid for the choir dress, I might just quit I'm so upset and frustrated. I want to sing more songs. I want to be an alto. I want the guys who goof around and don't care in choir to be kicked out, I want to be a madrigal, and I want to be a better singer. Ms. Swallow didn't think I was good enough to be in madrigals. I like going to Cumorah's hill better even if it's just for church because everyone actually sings and tries hard, I'm an alto, and my friends are in it. My good friends are in madrigals, and they don't let me forget it because they mention it every day and talk about how fun it is.

I'm sorry I don't usually say too much about how I feel on here, I just say what's up and basic emotions, but I'm just frustrated with everything that's been going on lately and I want to just lay in bed and sleep until everything's all over when school will be done so there won't be any more madrigals, Mom will have a job, Emma's grown up and cleans up her own mess (I was vacuuming when I was 5, she's 6 and should have to do more), and I'm in high school and all happy and dandy.

Tonight, I'm supposed to go to a Cumorah's Hill dress rehearsal and then have the performance tomorrow. Yippee.

Ashley got her driver's license and took me to Wal-Mart last night. It was weird to have the girl I played barbies and took baths with be driving with just me to Wal-Mart. I wish I could go back to those good days when we shared that big bedroom in sugar house and played barbies, hide and go seek jail, and collected leaves for the ants so the grasshoppers wouldn't get mad at them (A Bug's Life).

I'm going to go downstairs and block out everything with a nice book on my iPod.

School's Lacrosse Bacon (Yummy!)

On Tuesday I ran out of pencils at school so I had to go buy some at Dick's market. While paying for them, I jokingly asked Mom if I could drive home. When we got to the car, I freaked out because my mom had gotten in the passenger seat. I was doubly freaked out because Sariah had come with us too and I didn't want to kill her. She said she thought it was funny because whenever I saw another car in my lane or a car turning in my lane I'd freak out and slow to 20 mph. And I'd just like to say, no I did not. I only slowed to 30 mph.

I sang "Battle Hymn of the Republic" for the Veteran's Day assembly today with the madrigals and concert choir. We souded good and I got to sing a high B flat at the end. We went to sit on the bleachers but they ran out of room so me and about 15 others had to sit on the floor. I was mad. In 7th grade they had around 25 Veterans (and I don't think I'm exaggerating but I might be) and I had to sit on the floor and when I stood up I wanted to die. Thank goodness there were only about ten and two of them didn't even say anything. It irks me how the 7th graders get to sit on chairs instead of the floor this year during assemblies, back in my 7th days we had to sit on the floor and that KILLED. They all complain that they wish they could sit on the bleachers like the 9th graders and some of the 8th graders. The chairs are more comfy because you actually have a backrest and the bleachers still kill but it's better than the floor. Everyone wants to punch the 7th graders when they complain. They have it good.

Tomorrow I have to go to the Davis School District Select Choir at 9 am. Amanda's in it too. At 1 pm I have my first lacrosse meeting and workout. I'm really excited and can't wait to get started. Lacrosse is going to rock. I did say that about track and Lagoon though and how did those work out? I guess you guys will just have to stay tuned...

I feel so silly right now. Ashley showed me the website mylifeisaverage.com so I've been on it for about an hour. People just post random silly things that happened in their life today. I feel like such an idiot because my parents and Hannah and Ashley are all gone and Emma is watching a movie in my parents' room, and I'm here in the kitchen laughing my head off while reading the posts on there. It's a good thing they're gone or they'd probably be wondering what the heck is wrong with me when they see me rolling on the floor laughing and on the screen it says:

The other day I learned that if you say 'beer can' with an English accent, you're saying 'bacon' with a Jamaican accent. Mind blown.

I have serious problems because now whenever I read that and say it outloud I can't stop laughing! Anyway you guys should check out that website because it's made my day and it's really funny.

My back has been itching really bad all day and it was torture during the assembly because I couldn't just sit there and scratch it in front of everyone. Now I'm alone and it's driving me crazy. I don't know why I just told you that. Anyway, bye.

Halloween Tie Dye Questions with Guys

This week I hung out with Broc, Scott, Dillon, and Sammy on Halloween which was fun even though I don't know them that well except for Sammy but now I think Broc is cool. Apparently Scott likes me...I don't really care because I don't like boys at the moment, which is the first time I can remember saying that since I was 2 years old. I've liked a guy every year of school:

• Preschool: Alan
• Preschool: Niconie
• Kindergarten: Brendon
• First Grade: Troy
• Second Grade: Colten
• Third Grade: Devin
• Fourth Grade: Jeremy
• Fifth Grade: Jeremy
• Sixth Grade: Jeremy, Corbin, Taylor, Ethan, and Ryan
• Seventh Grade: Ryan and Parker
• Eighth Grade: Anthony, Kevin, Cole, Isaac, and some other random guys who caught my attention
• Ninth Grade: No one, I'm sick of guys

It's nice not turning red when that certain someone talks to you and I can just act normal and not like guys for once and think they're stupid and annoying instead of funny and cute.

On Sunday I went to church.

On Monday I did something of importance that I can't remember.

On Tuesday I think I did something else of importance.

On Wednesday I went to piano lessons and then to a boutique and then I drove home from Lagoon. I was scared to drive on a faster and busier street. I turned a corner and almost hit an angry van. This big truck was behind me and was freaking me out. When mom told me to change lanes, I slowed down and then switched lanes without looking. The truck that was behind us stayed back like a block after that. I got us home in one piece. Daddy made some awesome hamburgers and red potato things that gave me the hiccups. For Young Womens we tie dyed shirts and played the question game. You write a random question and then the answer to it (not yes or no) then put the Q's and A's in separate piles then randomly take one of each and read the question and answer. It's really fun, except when I did it, it turned out dirty. I didn't mean to, but it isn't a good idea to mix guys with how to clean the bathrooms or how to eat certain fruits or candy. Some of them were good and funny like: What would you do if you knew you would die tomorrow? Roll around and snort. Haha that was funny. Ya it's a good game, I just won't mention the slightest thing about guys next time because pretty much every answer with that is perverted and that just isn't right.

My tie dye shirt is sexy and I wore it today. I like it very much.

I want to try out for the Viewmont high school lacrosse team but I don't want to tell anyone because I don't want people to think I'm a loser when I don't make the team like everything else I try out for.

I'm listening to piano songs on a CD from my new piano book, but all of them are boring and most are from dead people. I don't like that book. Ok the one I'm listening to right now is actually sounding a bit cool... Piano is only delightful when I can play cool songs, otherwise it just irks me.

Goodbye now.