My Sweet Answer to Morp!

My friends and I got together and decided that we want to go to our high school's dance, morp (the opposite of prom, that's why it's spelled backwards... :0). I decided to ask this nice chap in my ward named Aksel Albertson. He moved here a year and a half ago, has a twin brother, and is a junior and is very nice. I wasn't sure how to ask him and I was putting it off. So, my good friend Sammy came over one day after school with a giant stuffed animal monkey coming out of a banana. I printed out a piece of paper that said "I would go BANANAS if you'd go to morp with me." I then cut out a tiny piece of green paper, wrote my name on it, folded it up, and stuck it up the monkey's nose. It was rather gross yet super cute. We ran to his house, put it on the front porch, rang his doorbell, and ran away. The term generally used is doorbell ditching. So I've been waiting for his answer to come, and tonight it came.

I was driving home from a nice visit with my cousin when my phone rang. I saw it was my sister Ashley, so I ignored it (I'm a very good driver and would never do such a thing as answering my phone while driving) since I was about forty-seven seconds away from home. When I entered the house, Ashley acted secretively obvious that something significant had just happened.

I went into the kitchen, and there was a box of chocolates with a note:

My family opened up the box of chocolates and I looked all over the box and didn't see anything. We decided that it must actually be in the chocolate so we started cutting them open:

After cutting a lot open, I became confused and was wondering what else he could have possibly meant and how on earth did he hide an answer in there. All the chocolates looked happily in place. I invited people to just start eating them. My mom picked up one to eat and looked on the bottom. It looked a bit smeared on the bottom, so she cut it open.

There was a little ball of aluminum foil. I took a look at that and just started laughing. I took it out and starting unrolling the little thing of aluminum foil. The whole time I'm looking like an idiot because I have a mouth full of chocolate so I'm trying to keep my mouth closed while I'm laughing.

Inside of the aluminum was a tiny note:

How cute!!!!! Wow that was the cutest idea I have ever seen, I was so thrilled!! So I now have an official date to morp this Saturday!!! Feel free to steal this idea, it wasn't mine.

My Church Hobby

I have found a hobby to do during church when the talks aren't quite enough to entertain me. I got a mini composition book some years back, and I used to write notes in it but no longer do. One Sunday, I got bored and so I decided to draw the shoe I was wearing. The following Sunday, I was wearing a different shoe, and so I drew that too. I didn't do this every Sunday, but whenever I remembered and whenever someone happened to be wearing a new shoe, I would draw it to pass the time. It has also been proven that people who doodle or draw while listening to someone talk can remember more of what they said, so this is actually helping me with my church education and is improving my drawing skills. They aren't amazing, but they are pretty fun to look at and I'll hope that no one compares my drawing skills to anyone (especially amazingly talented artist girl cousins...) So here are my shoe drawings, from my first ever drawn shoe to the one that I drew last Sunday. In the upper left corner of the paper, I wrote the first name of the person whose shoe I drew. Enjoy! P.S. I have issues with scanners and have yet to learn their ways, so I did just take pictures of these pictures with my camera.


First one that I ever drew. It's simple, but I'm very fond of it. This shoe was the start of it all... This is actually my older sister's shoe, but I was wearing it at the time and I wear it more than her so I considered it mine.

This one and the next one are the same shoes, just from different angles.

This was a very old, battered shoe.

This one was tricky for me at the time, and you can tell. I doubt it would be now though because I'm just so amazing now. Not one of my favorites, I don't like sandals and I refuse to wear them.

I love this one, I was very proud of myself and this is one of my favorite shoes.




I really like this shoe, and it's actually a really nice red color.


My dad drew this.


This is a pretty poor representation of the actual shoe. The shoe is not that fat and has a higher heel and is very black and shiny. I bought it for a school dance. I wasn't having a very good drawing time.


This shoe makes me happy.


As does this one.





My dad wanted me to draw his shoe during church one day.



And this one I did last Sunday.

Well that's it, those are my amateur shoe drawings. I draw shoes as people in my family wear new ones to church, so I'll post more if my sisters get more shoes to wear and for me to draw. Goodbye.

Felix the Fish!

Last Saturday, Sammy and I came up with a brilliant plan. And this plan was that we were going to drive to Petco and buy a fish. So that's what we did. We got a beautiful purple beta fish and we named him Felix. So say hello to Felix! He's very cute and we love having staring contests. He likes to stare at things, so I put a little figuring of Mulan right next to his tank and he spent forever staring at her. He's also very interested in my finger, whenever I put it up to the glass he likes to investigate it and flare his gills.

Charlie Loves Me

I went into my room after school today and started having a conversation with my cat, Charlie. I asked her how her day was and then tell her about my day and she sat there attentively and whenever I said anything, she would meow back. She then started attempting to open the door to get out of my bedroom so I said "what, you don't love me anymore?" She turned around and looked at me, and then walked back over to me and started to purr. Good girl, I love you too.

The Piano

The piano frustrates me. I feel like I never get better no matter how much I practice. I've always loved playing the piano and when I didn't have a piano teacher I would teach myself because I wanted to get better. I have had four piano teachers since I moved here. The first two were idiots and the third one was good but I really like the one I have now. However, I have a hard time practicing as much as I would like to because trying to play in a house with thirteen people is very annoying and loud. I listen to people in choir play the piano and they are amazing and then I feel like I can't even compare to them. I love playing the piano, I do it as much as possible and it's my favorite thing to do. So how come I'm not as good as those other people when I think I practice just as hard and love it just as much if not more. I swear I'm like that for everything: school, sports, piano. I will just never be as good as other people no matter how hard I try or how much I want it. Is it just in my genes to suck? I'm sick of feeling like I'm not good at anything. Especially the piano, my most favorite thing in the world. And anyone who tells me to stop comparing myself to other people can just shut up. I want to be as good as others so I can actually feel good about myself. I'm not trying to compete, I just want to be as good as everyone else. I want to feel like all my hours of practicing aren't being wasted. Honestly I'm really starting to hate the piano.

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High School and the Idiots Who Go There

I haven't posted in two months because I never have time and no one in my family really does it anymore and that was the whole reason I started my blog over two years ago. But I thought I'd throw in another post for the heck of it since I woke up at 8:30 this morning because I couldn't sleep. I never do that. And I don't have work for another two hours and I have nothing better to do.

So I started high school two weeks ago. And boy is it just magical. It's nice to be the youngest again, I was sick of being the oldest with a bunch of what seemed like little kids running through the halls and screaming and having enchiladas stuck in their braces and gasping and giving people dirty looks if they dare to say the "d-word," heaven forbid. So it is nice to finally have older people. But, they are still just as annoying.

All of them say that sophomores are annoying and stupid, yet have they taken a look at themselves? In a way, most of them are still just as stupid and annoying as the junior high kids, except they've learned how to dress, they can drive, they do drugs, they swear, and they make out in the middle of the hall. I think they boys are show-offs who do the stupidest stuff just to get a couple of laughs or a look from the cute girl. Girls always try to play around with the boys, squealing and stealing their backpack and then run away, laughing hysterically, hoping that all of the boys think that they are so cute and will ask them to homecoming. Really, it's kind of ridiculous. And then in the parking lot, they all drive like maniacs trying to impress their friends as they speed right past you as you're trying to back out and cut people off and drive 50 miles over the speed bumps because they're too cool for them or not ruining their tire's allignment. I am so impressed, I bow down to you oh so amazing daring drivers. I know my place now.

In my first period class, I have auto tech. There are 8 girls and 30 guys, and most of them think that they are so cool because they already know how to change a tire or change their oil. How can I possibly compete with them? And then the stupid boys in the back feel they need to have attention so they constantly throw out witty remarks in the hopes that we will all fall down laughing, while we all just roll our eyes as the teacher says something to totally diss them which makes us laugh. And then they asked the teacher if he ever did any drugs. He said yes, when he was young and stupid he did marijuana. Then all of the boys in the back said, "you're so lame! you only did marijuana!" No wonder they're so stupid, they're losing all of their brain cells trying to be cool by doing stupid, pointless drugs that will mess them up just so that they can be cool. Apparently marijuana isn't enough to be cool, but perhaps if you did a bit of meth and heroin, then you can possibly meet their "cool" standard. I'll be sure to take notes for if I ever want to go so low in the hopes of having stoners for friends (I do have a couple stoner friends, and they are indeed nice people. Some of them. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying they're bad people.).

The dress code at Viewmont isn't very strict, even though they tell you it is, so a lot of the girls have to dress like what I call "Lagoon girls" - girls who dress like sluts pretty much in the hopes of catching a couple of guy's eyes. Because that's all a guy wants isn't it, a girl who will dress slutty for them and then they've got the prize girl.

People also feel that others won't like them unless they use three different swear words in each sentence. It's probably because they've lost all of their brain cells from so many drugs that they can't think of any other possible words. I'll admit I sometimes swear, usually just under my breath though or when I'm super duper ultra angry. Everyone does it. But I don't feel the need to throw it into conversation for the heck of it or so that I'll impress the people I'm talking to because I actually said the word. I can just see my coolness meter going way up from that.

Another thing, is that people feel they need to display their love to the world, to prove that they are cool because they've got a hot person playing tonsel-hockey with them in the middle of the hall when you're trying to get to class. Seriously, get a room. No one wants to see that. Or when people just stand there and hug for a century. Let's move on people, I swear you'll see eachother after next class, can you handle a whole hour and twenty minutes apart? It's almost impossible to live that long without seeing each other, how do they sleep?? They have tough lives. I could care less when people give each other a quick hug or peck, that's cool I don't care. At least they make it brief yet they can still let each other know how much they love each other without overdoing it.

I think a lot of girls are ridiculous and liars when it comes to popularity. If you ask a girl to write or tell about herself, she'll say that she loves her best friends and would do anything for them. They love to have fun and goof around and hang all the time. They like to be super crazy and not care what other people think of them because they're just having fun, and that she's just your ordinarly girl trying to have fun in life because, hey it's short. She likes to just do her thing and not care about other people because she's herself no matter what. If all of those girls were stranded in a desert and were offered a bottle of water or instant popularity, at least half would turn down the water. They just say they don't care what other people think in the hopes that other people won't care, or will respect her, or will think she's cool. I can only name a couple people who actually don't care about other people. And those are some of the coolest people I know. And I'm not saying I'm some perfect girl who doesn't think that way. I do care what other people think, and sometimes I am a little inclined to show off. But I don't do it for popularity, I do it for friends. I don't care if I'm in the popular crowd at school or not. A lot of the people in that group are so sure of their own popularity and coolness that they are so annoying and exhausting to be around. I just want a lot of friends that I can have fun with and do crazy stuff with, I don't want to be part of that crowd. So when I'm offered the bottled water or popularity, I would probably take the water. But no promises, I'll have to see when I'm faced with that situation. If it was bottled water or a big, fun group of friends, I would happily turn down the water. Because I don't necessarily care about how popular I am and how many people know me, it's about how many fun friends I can have and that we like to be around each other, which I guess, is it's own kind of popularity.

Last thing I have an issue with, and I'll be brief, are girls shoes. I'd just like to say that the "Jesus shoes" and the shoes that are boots on the top but flip-flops on the bottom, are so ugly and hideous that I wonder why any girl in her right mind would wear them. The "Jesus shoes" aren't as bad as the "boot-flops" though. And the funny thing is, all of the popular girls wear them. Yuck.

Anyway, that's high school for you.

Moroni's Quest

This post is a little late, I went to youth conference last week and our youth conference this year was called "Moroni's Quest". It was a realy great experience and I'm glad my stake did it.

On Wednesday, July 23, at 8 in the morning, my sister Ashley, my cousin Skyler, and I went to the Stake center. We had to go in our costumes, which were like togas. Some of them were pretty cute and I actually thought it was pretty cool wearing them, other than they made us more hot (not in the good way). We checked in, got our bags, and then watched the first reenactments. All I knew about Moroni's Quest was that they did tons of reenactments from the Book of Mormon. So we started at the beginning with Nephi's family and Lehi (played by my friend, Ethan Drake). I was on stage for about twenty seconds wandering around because I was a Jerusalem woman. It was exciting.

After all that was over and they decided to go to the Promised Land, we all left and drove to our "Promised Land." It was about an hour drive, and when we got there we were put into tribes. There were 10 people in each tribe, and the only people I knew in mine were Parker Taggart and Ethan Drake. Ethan and I were laughing about the odds of us being put together in the same tribe. We then got a flag and had to come up with a name and decorate it. We had a red and black flag. We wanted to be called the Celestial-ites at first, and I, naturally, thought that that was a great idea. But since our flag was black and red, we thought that it wouldn't look too good. We decided to call ourselves the "Ites", and then they had me write "ni hao" which is Chinese for hello, and then this other word "yi" than means righteous. After that, we all had to hike to our campsite place which was really long and hot. I had forgotten to fill my waterbottle so I didn't have much fun. The place we stayed at was a huge field. There were two big sections cut off for the boys' and girls' tents which were already set up for us.

Througout the day, we had reenactments and then got together in our tribes to discuss them. The reenactments were pretty cool. The voices were pre recorded so we didn't have any problems with not being able to see people, not going along with the music, or people forgetting their lines. They had really cool background music and noise to go along with it. We also learned to fight and built a tower. We got styrofoam swords and card board shields and we had our first war. It was so much fun, we got to run at eachother and attack eachother and we were dead after a certain number of hits. I didn't help with the tower, I just gave morale support. At night we got to hang with our wards. After hanging with our wards for a while the first night, we got back together with our tribes and had to hold hands and walk, single file, up the mountain to get to the "Tree of Life". I held hands with Parker Taggart and Ethan. It was kinda weird holding hands with Parker since we've barely even talked before. We happen to have the same birthday though, we were born on the exact same day. We had fun though, Parker, Ethan, and this guy named Dillon, and I all talked the whole time and had a fabulous time. The "Tree of Life" was a big pine tree with big white Christmas lights all over it. It looked pretty cool from a distance.

The next day was the same with more reenactments and discussions and we did some fun activites. We also had a flour war. We were separated into two teams, and we stood at either side of the field. When the drums started beating, we all ran forward to grab the flour bombs (flour wrapped in nylon), and we started throwing them at each other. It was so much fun, other than it kinda hurt when they threw them too hard. Everyone got so dirty and it was gross breathing it in, but it was so much fun. Everyone looked wonderful after we were done. That night, we played games as a ward. While I was sleeping that night, I couldn't breathe so I spent about a half hour in the middle of the night searching for allergy medicine. I couldn't find any and I got really frustrated and was seriously going to refuse to go back to sleep because I wouldn't be able to breathe if I did. Thankfully, my friend Joye Fulks woke up and gave me some allergy medicine.

On Friday, we had more reenactments and tons more wars since we were in the war chapters part in our reenactments. For one of the wars, it was when the people had promised to not take up arms anymore and not fight in battle. They had all the leaders and the oldest person from each tribe go and be on that side. So, when we ran to them to kill them, they just laid on the ground and died. Apparently they were hoping we would feel bad and have compassion once we realized what they were doing, but we didn't. We ran up to all the people laying "dead" on the ground and kept on hitting the ones that would move. One guy in my ward ran up to them and started hitting them really hard and yelled "How do you like your covenants now?!" It was realy funny. During one of the reenactments, someone was on a tower preaching, and so my tribe and a couple others got to be part of it. A little bit before the reenactment started, we got to go backstage (I felt so cool being back there with all of the actors and costumes and shade. I felt very priviledged). We were each given some styrofoam painted rocks. So, when the guy got on top of the tower we made and started preaching, we got to stand up and start yelling at him and we started throwing rocks at him. It was fun. Also during another one of the reenactments, we were divided into poor and rich tribes. The rich tribes got to sit in the shade and got tons of oreos while us poor tribes had to sit in the sun and beg for an oreo. I was poor, so I stole an oreo from my rich friend, Kailey Madsen, and then I offered one of the people giving out oreos a tick tack, so he gave me one. It was really hot the whole time at Moroni's Quest, everyone the first day we drank 150 gallons of water altogether before lunch. We hated the sun, yet it was freezing at night. It was annoying. That night, we went on a faith walk with our tribes. After that, we did some other stuff that I'm not gonna talk about on here, but it was very cool. That night, me and Kailey Madsen were planning on sneaking out of our tents at 3:30 am to see the eclipse. So, I stole my sisters ipod from her while she was sleeping which was very scary and set the alarm. However, when it went off. I told Kailey it went off and she said "okay let's go" and then I said "okay" and then we both fell back asleep. I heard the eclipse wasn't that cool anyway.

On the last day, we had our last reenactment and battle. It was the one where all the Nephites died. I was a Lamanite, and we were give 50 (basically unlimited) hits while all the Nephites were given 2. My sister was a Nephite, and everyone in her tribe were standing back to back to protect themselves, so I ran up to her tribe and killed them all. It was great. After the last reenactment, we all got into cars and went home. I was kind of sad to go, but at the same time happy. I hadn't showered in 4 days as there were no showers there. I had my hair in a ponytail the whole time, I was burned, I had barely any make up on, I hadn't brushed my hair at all the whole time since it's just curly, and I was sick of using porta-potties. They were gross. It felt so good to get home and shower and do my hair. It was great. Also, the air conditioning was wonderful. I was so tired though, and didn't really get to make up for it.

I'm so glad I went on Moroni's Quest, I'd give more details but I didn't want to make it too long. It was really fun though, even if my post doesn't make it seem like it. There was so much hard work that went into it. They had people come the day before us to set up tents and the stage. People were planning this for over a year. They had to find a spot and set everything up. They spent $14000 on the whole thing, and $10000 of it was for food. They had people come to cook for us and feed 250 teenagers. They had a medical tents and people to go and constanty fill up water tanks which took an hour to fill up each one so that we would have water. A lady in my ward was in charge of making all of the costumes for the reenactments. They had to build the stage, props, set up rehearsals for people with parts, record voices, add music, have sound effects and make everything go smoothly. They had to plan out all the activities, buy snacks, set up generators so we would have electricity for the reenactments, arrange transportation, choose what stories to reenact, choose people to be tribal leaders and assign the youth to their tribes, keep the youth happy and entertained, take tons of pictures and record it, and just plan and prepare for so many things. It was amazing. They do this every 4 years and I'm sad I can't go next time, but I'm happy my little sister, Hannah, will be able to go. It was a great experience and it made the people in the Book of Mormon seem more like people. I've actually enjoyed reading it more, especially since I read 100 pages in two days to finish it by the end of the school year for seminary. I read it for a couple hours straight to finish, and it was really cool and I felt like I was actually reading a story instead of just zoning off as usual. It was a great experience, and I hope more stakes do it.