Viewmont Girls Lacrosse 2011

The Lacrosse season started and I've had two games so far. I started conditioning for it in January (not fun) and we started using our sticks in February. Last year was our first season, and we had about 18 girls on the team. Two of them only showed up to get their pictures taken and to get their uniforms so that they could tell everyone that they played lacrosse (losers). This year, there are about 36 girls on the team. Instead of being an only JV team, we had to have a varsity team and we got just barely enough girls to have a junior varsity team too. We didn't have try outs, they just put us where they thought we would do best. And I wasn't very happy with their decision that they made at first.

Everyone from last year's team was put on varsity.... except me. That's a downer. I was so mad, I didn't want to do lacrosse anymore. They put two freshman and two people who've never played before on varsity, but not me. I was on their first ever team, and if it wasn't for me then there wouldn't have been a team because I got Sammy to do it too and if neither of us had done it then there wouldn't have been enough girls to play. I paid for it too, I paid for all my gear and registration with my money from Lagoon and my mom was the treasurer. And they decided to put me back with all of the beginners who don't know how to play lacrosse. Thanks, I feel good about myself. I had a rough couple of weeks: it was hard to see all of my teammates from last year playing without me and doing scrimmages and learning new skills while I was left with all the new girls and got to learn how to throw and catch all over again as if I hadn't been doing it for over a year.

However, now that I've played at JV play day and have played two games with them, I've discovered that I LOVE being on JV. All of the girls are so nice and really fun to be around and have picked it up really quickly. I didn't really like some of the girls from last year's team and a lot of them are really cocky. Also, I didn't get to play very much last year. I was lucky if I got to play ten minutes in a game. Now, I play most of the game. The past two games, I played the entire first half and then sat out for only about three minutes in the second half. I also get play new positions. I used to just play offense, but now I play A-wing which is pretty much mid-field, and they had me play D-wing a couple of times too. Also, the girls on the team actually pass to me. Last year, they rarely passed to me in a game even if there wasn't a defender within twenty feet of me and they had five on them. During my first game, I played two new positions and made my first ever legal check during a game and I switched to my left hand a lot which is pretty tricky to do. It's going to be a great season.

Since there are now two teams to coach, we got a third coach,Brandon Supinger. He is our new JV coach, and he just graduated last year I think. I really didn't like him at first, but I'm starting to like him more and more every week and he's getting better at coaching. He used to just stare at us while we practiced, but now he actually gives us feedback. He's also in my ward. We got our ward boundaries changed and he was added in. It was a bit weird when I found that out.

Anyway, here are some pictures from my first two games. I will post more as the season progresses. I'm # 13. Enjoy :)

Look at me go!

Almost had it

Mike Fifer is holding up a sign with my name on it :)

I look so buff, I love it

Oh man I just love my face.

WE ARE VIKINGS HERE US ROW!

Yeah... we won :)


We like to promote eating healthy as a team.

Going to battle

And this is our team picture:

This one's me close up. I'm not sure how I feel about this picture, but I sure look angry and ready to play.

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.