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.

Playing the Piano While Driving at School in Choir with Primary Kids

I've got quite a bit to talk about, but I'll try to make it quick so you guys don't get bored. Hmmm where to start...okay I know I have a lot of things to talk about but now I can't think or remember when to start... Let's just start on Monday then, I think something cool happened that day. Oh yeah! I got my driving permit. I seriously just sat here thinking for a couple minutes before I remembered that minor detail.

So, I went to the driving place and took the test. I was nervous and was studying like crazy in the car. The test had fifty questions and some of them were kinda stupid and easy like "does marijuana affect your driving?" Nope. I got 84% so I got my permit which made me happy. On the way home, my mom pulled over and had me start driving which totally freaked me out. We circled the neighborhood twice and the whole time I was hyperventilating. At one point I barely got to the speed limit before freaking out and slowing down. It was weird because I would barely touch the gas and it would zoom forward. Mom and I both certainly enjoyed that experience.

Last Wednesday, I had my choir concert. Mom was trying to quickly hem my dress that day before the concert. While ironing it, the iron kinda burned and melted part of my dress so now I've got a nice cool mark on it. Mom wanted me to tell my choir teacher that she didn't like her. We got to the concert a half hour after I was supposed to be there (which was still a half hour before the show) and I was upset about being late. I was going to try to get a solo in scatting in a song called "Shoo Fly Pie and Apple Pan Dowdy". I really didn't care that I didn't get it. Because I missed the time that my choir was going to practice, I didn't get a chance to sing it. My friends wanted me to do so I was just kinda going with it but it wasn't that big of deal. I calmed down when I got there and my friends, Joye and Megan, came to see us sing so I had them sit with my choir while some of us were talking about how when I'm a famous singer, the burn mark on my dress will be my symbol. The sound system wasn't working so all of the mics didn't work so Ms. Swallow had to yell to be heard and the singers weren't as loud. The sevvies sang first and sounded good for sevvies. Boys choir went next and sounded dandy as well. The girls choir went next and I thought they sounded really good, I was impressed. They messed up on one part in their song though. Ms. Swallow started to bring them but then they got confused and stopped singing. Ms. Swallow didn't want them to feel bad so she just blamed it on herself and apologized to the audience and then had them keep going. The madrigals went next. When they got on, Ms. Swallow started rambling on about district and solo & ensemble stuff for about 7 minutes which was really annoying because we could barely hear her and everyone was getting bored. I felt bad for the madrigals who had to stand up there while she blabbered on and on. Finally she stopped and the madrigals sang. They were really quiet and I thought their songs were boring. I noticed this last year too; the madrigals always sound quiet and sing boring songs. I guess it's a good thing I'm in concert choir. Next we concert choirigans went up and joined the mads and sang our four songs with them: Shoo Fly Pie and Apple Pan Dowdy, Hushabye Mountain (from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang), Saints Bound for Heaven, and Imagine. It all went really well. In Shoo Fly Pie, when the person says "yes, that's me, uh-huh", we had a guy do that in a really girly and high voice and dress up as a woman. It was funny and it was hard to keep a straight face during choir practice. Overall we did a good job.

When I got home I quickly did a persuasive essay on abortion for extra credit in geography but our printer wasn't working so I just emailed it to myself and I was going to print it off in the library the next day. Well, of course the next day the library was closed. I had it first period and I was mad because I was so close to an A- instead of a B+. During lunch, I snuck into the computer lab and quickly printed it out. There were some boys from another class in there so I just pretended to be part of the class. I was able to turn it in and I now have an A-. I took a test in Algebra 2. The first part I think I did really well in, but I think I bombed the second part. I had no idea what I was doing and I really hope I did well because I'm clinging on to a B- right now and I really don't want a C. In choir, we just sat around doing nothing while Ms. Swallow did stuff. Of course the boys had to act stupid so they found water balloons from somewhere and threw them up at the ceiling where they popped and sprayed everyone. I swear the boys in my 4th grade class were better behaved and less stupid, and that's saying something. Seminary was a joy as usual with my "wonderful" "great" boring seminary teacher. He's a good teacher and all, but he's really boring and he says wonderful and great too much. In art me and the other people at my table started singing songs from movies and making all the sevvies stare at us. Because the term ended that day, I don't have school today.

That night I had a piano recital. I played a song called "Concerning Hobbits" from Lord of the Rings which I really love playing. I was nervous, a ton more nervous than I was last time. I was third to last, and when I got up I couldn't stop shaking. My stupid leg wouldn't stop shaking and it was vibrating on the pedal. The whole time I was playing, I could hear the younger kids in the background whispering "look at her leg...look at her foot on the pedal". Yes thank you, I was fully aware of my stupid leg and I was pressing it down really hard on the pedal in the effort to make it stop shaking, but to no avail. I messed up in a couple places on my song and I thought it sounded terrible. I was so upset with myself and I was trying not to roll my eyes and scowl. When I was done, I quickly went to my seat without bowing. I didn't think I gave a good performance, therefore the audience didn't deserve a bow. Amanda went up last and played her song perfectly and smoothly and beautifully. Afterwards, I went to Marjorie's house and had pizza and watched the recordings of us playing the piano. Hannah was scowling at the piano the whole time like she wanted to kill it, Chelsie had a pleasant expression on her face and was smiling during part of it, and Amanda and I looked normal (at least I think I did, my hair was hiding my face). Hannah wore her Egyptian costume and Chelsie was dressed up as an old lady for it. After listening to myself play, I concluded that I didn't sound as bad as I thought and I bowed for Mom and Marjorie. Everyone sounded really good. I have a video down below of me playing the song, sorry the piano is out of tune. I also have the video of the guy who played it on youtube and whom I emailed to get the sheet music (did you notice that I said "whom" instead of "who"? I hope that's right, and I'm proud of myself for attempting good grammar). And yes, some of those pauses are on purpose. I just didn't make them long so that Emma wouldn't turn off the camera. It's not as good as the youtube video but I think it's pretty good still.

Today, I went with Mom to the primary Halloween activity up at the church for Emma. They got to dress up and they had the cutest costumes there. There was a fireman, Woody, Tinkerbell, and Emma was super girl. I was a teenager apparently. I was still in my pajamas, listening to my iPod, and wearing Ashley's flip flop slippers. I haven't worn flip flops out in public for a couple years now. During it, Mom and I left so I could drive around the neighborhood. We went in circles, having me practice right and left turns. She had me do figure eights around the neighborhood to get used to turning. I was getting pretty good and a couple of times accidentally went a little bit over the speed limit!! What would Grandma Carol say? She then had me drive back up to the church which scared me so I kinda floored it when I turned into the church parking lot and made Mom mad. Aw well, we got back in one piece.

Anyway, that's all I have. See ya!

15th Birfday

Hey everyone I'm in art class right now. We're learning about Pablo Picasso right now but I got a bit bored so I decided to read some blogs, go on facebook, look at pictures, and other things I desire. The teacher's just sitting at her computer, thinking that we're all following her. Which almost everyone is doing, since I'm in a class full of seventh graders who are afraid to do anything to upset the teachers. I love sevvies. If this was a ninth grade class, then I would have at least ten of my friends on facebook online right now.

Anyway, while waiting for the bell to ring which won't be for another twenty minutes, I guess I'll fill you guys in about my birthday. My birthday was last Sunday, the 18th of October. I decided to get the day before off of work so that I could spend the day having fun instead of annoying and ripping off people. So on the 17th, my mom and I went shopping. I woke up late and hugn around the house waiting for my mom to wake up. And sadly, by the time we were on our way, I was starting to feel really sick which was just annoying, because I refused to go home. My mom took me to a music store and got me some Jon Schmidt music, yay! We got a lot of pictures developed and then went to a scrapbooking store to get paper. I can now say that I understand why mom took twelve hours finding paper when we were little and why we therefore hate craft and scrapbooking stores. It took forever to find the right paper for each set of pictures. The worst was when the Stevens' family went to San Francisco to see Alcatraz and the Exploratory Museum back in 2006. That took a good hour right there. We got to the scrapbooking store when it was light, and then left when it was dark. The good thing is that I stopped feeling sick while there, which was a relief. We got some Panda Express food, where a Chinese woman was making fun of me while I was trying to practice Chinese for my test on Monday (which I ended up doing today instead and I got 29 out of 30 on). I guess it would sound funny if you were Chinese and heard someone saying "raise your hand, please don't speak, cafeteria, happy birthday to you, etc." in Chinese randomly. We also got some food for the next day. We went to Target next and bought me some awesome socks, and then got a shading stick and scrapbooking tape at Robert's.

We got home, ate some Panda Express, and then started to scrapbook while watching "Imagine That" (the one about the magic blanket with Eddie Murphey) and "The Proposal" which were really good. We started to watch "Ghost of Girlfriends' Past" but we really didn't like that one. I was starting to feel sick again and was having a hard time getting my Christmas page done, and soon I couldn't move without feeling like I was going to die. I lay down on the sofa around 2 AM, after vaguely realizing that I was now 15. The next thing I knew, it was 5 in the morning, the lights were still on, and Mom had gone to bed. I rushed down stairs and fell asleep quickly.

The next day I woke up around 1 PM, and it felt good. The only thing was that my headache was coming back, so I took some medicine. I went upstairs and felt weird because it was my birthday, yet I didn't feel any different. I didn't feel the thrill that I usually get, that day seemed like any other day except now my family has to be nice to me and I can now get my permit. I went and showered in my parent's bathroom, which annoyed Ashley because she was trying to do her hair. She said "fine, I guess it doesn't matter if I get ready" then she stomped out and then purposefully bumped me. She then probably remembered that she had to be nice to me so she quickly said sorry. I thought it was funny for some reason. Anyway, an hour later my family and I drove to the University Health Care center to visit Dad. We had cantaloupe, root beer, chicken salad sandwiches, and cheese cake for my birthday. Dad got me an iTunes card and Hannah bought me a bunch of awesome nail polish. We then ate candy and played apples to apples and talked to Dad and some people he met there. The other people there with Dad were really nice and funny.

Afterwards we went home where Mom and I started scrapbooking and watching movies. I don't remember what else we did, so we might've just scrapbooked the whole night and then I had leftover Chinese for dinner. It was a nice birthday.

I'm now 15 and can drive once I get my liscence, and I'm scared. My friend, Ryan Davis, turned 15 today and already got his permit so I need to get mine too before it snows.

Oh, by the way, I got 29 out of 30 on my Chinese test, and I convinced my seminary class not to sing to me and none of my other teachers at school found out it was my birthday so they didn't sing to me :] I hate being sung to, I feel awkward and I don't know how to act. I do wish that my locker would've been decorated, but I went to school and was greeted as usual with the nice big f word scratched on the front of my locker. Oh well.

Mormon Restaurants

Announced plan to open Mormon-themed restaurants!



There is an idea floating around Utah, Arizona, Idaho and California for a chain of non-pretentious Mormon-themed restaurants called “The Steak Center” (Where There's Never a Dry, Boring Meating!).

Each Steak Center will have one enormous dining area with basketball hoops at either end and folding metal chairs and long tables covered in plastic tablecloths.



The Steak Centers will not have hostesses, but greeters -- men in their seventies will meet you at the door and talk like they have known you all your life.

The main menu items for lunch and dinner will be:

Porterhouse Rockwell Steak

Primary Rib

Poor Wayfaring Pan of Beef

Parsley P. Pratt Funeral Potatoes

Eliza R. Snow crab (in season)

And It Came to Pasta

Kraft MacaMoroni and Cheese.

Breakfast items will include

Pearls of Great Rice

Frosted Minivans

Adam-ondi-Omelettes

Also available

In Our Lovely Desserts

Fast Sundaes

Gadianton Cobbler

Laman Meringue Pie (just sinful!)


The waiters will be 12- and 13-year-old boys wearing white shirts and their fathers' ties..

At the end of the night the customers will be asked to help fold up the chairs and tables and vacuum the floor.

Franchises are selling faster than Sunbeams on Skittles! Get yours while they last!