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Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Camera screws

So this is what I would call messing around with the camera when mom and dad are away. I took most of these pictures because I felt like it, but as you will see in my next blog, I dont just take random pictures of things, my family is usually the focal point of my pictures.




So enjoy. But I have to warn you- there isnt that many pictures because I am saving all of my explaining and most pictures for the next blog









This is one that my sister actually took and it was cool because it had my favorite quote on it that invloves our Redemeer and Savior Jesus Christ.



I wanted to act like a professional photographer and took this picture. It was a dried rose that my mom originally got for her birthday I think. But I thought that it looked cool with the clor behind it and everything.

I really like this picture because it looks so realistic and the baby look so at peace with the world and with anything for that matter.

Boy Trouble

Okay, so I know that I havemt blogged in forver, but you have to forgive me.


First things first.







I GOT A PHONE!!!!!!!!!



I can not tell you how I was able to manage finishing the Book of Mormon and do all of the homework that a teen gets! So anyway, I sped read (hey that ryhmes) and then got my phone. A touchscreen with some other fancy stuff that I'm not allowed to say there.




So I went to school and showed off my phone to all of my friends.







Because who wouldnt right?






Any way then I get 30 extra peoples numbers and then I started to feel POPULAR. Then homecoming votes came and one of my good friends nominated me as Homecoming Cort. (That is for the younger people, the queen is for older ones) And i had a pretty special feeling day.





So my friends added all their numbers, right? So this one guy that I barely know gives me his number and tells me to txt him. so I do and he ends up the one who asks me to homecoming. But i dont like him that way.



One: Because he is a good friend and I wouldnt want to date then ruin that friendship.


Two: He has a LOT. No, a TON of friends that are girls.



can you see the problem there?




Three: He asked me over the PHONE! Then gave me a rose a couple days later.



Note to all guys between the ages of 12-42 (i dont know why I choose forty two, i just did): NEVER ask a girl over the phone if u want to go out with them. Ask them in person. You want to know why? Because a.it makes you look like a coward if you do
b. you cant really tell if that person means it enough when they ask over
the phone AND
c. if you dont: it shows that you care enough about the person and have
the guts to do it in person. it means a lot to a girl



any way, I only like him as a friend but he gave me a rose! help! the last time he told me that he waited for a girl he ended up with his heartbroken. but I just dont like him because I cant imagine him to be a romantic person. i just see a guy who plays around and you cant really tell when he is joking and when he's not. SUGGESTIONS PLEASE!!!!!

Monday, August 24, 2009

Remember this dude?

I feel like an older person when I tell this story, because usually I have a fantastic memory. So, I might loose my reputation for remembering a lot, but here it goes.



Well, I was texting one of my friends on my mom's phone.



I would consider myself very close to this person.


We were in the same elementary school, and in the same class. When my sister came home one day from one of her various summer activities, she asks me if I remember this guy. I was thinking, okay I should remember this guy. Think think think think think think. (I sound like Pooh bear, huh?) (for safety reasons, I will not use any names here, so hang on with me until the end, and then ask questions if you don't get it.) To be honest, the name did ring a bell, but I had to make sure that I knew who I was thinking about was the same guy that my sister asked me about. So, I freaked out over the next couple of days, trying to find the yearbook that we bought. I found him, and I was right- he was in that same class that I remember his name from, and I had finally matched a person's name with their face. (now, give me a break- I hadn't even heard this guy's name for over four years, so I was giving myself a pat on the back for even remembering his name, let alone what he looked like.) So anyway, I tell her yes, and she tells me how he asked her if I was her sister.




So, fast forward a couple of days. I see him when I pick up my schedule, and see one of my other long lost friends that I used to talk to a lot.





Turns out- they're boy friend and girlfriend.



Hmmm, didn't see that one coming!



See, they never held hands, or anything to show that they were going out.




Anyways, back to first story. And I told him that I got a blog. He signed on as one of my followers. He texted me and said " Lol, I am your stalker now." Because it said followers. It is one of my inside jokes, i think, with him now.



He has one friend that I met when we got our schedules. Turns out, he's really mean, but also retarded in a funny way. He talks about Popsicles a lot. He is definitely not your normal guy.

That is the end of day one for me, so signing out!

Hear the angels sing!!

Hallelujah! I finally have a blog! Do you know how long I have been waiting to get a blog?



No, of course you don't.



But that's okay. I'll show you by how much I blog!



I don't really know why I wanted a blog so badly, but I told one of my friends, "I want a blog because I want someone to read what I blog and laugh or cry or whatever I am feeling about. I want them to understand what I go through every single day of my busy and packed school and home life. I want to publish what life is like with so many siblings. I want people to enjoy what I type. I want to spread magic and most of all-I want to be like a popular blogger."


So, that's my goal. A pretty high one, I admit, but hey- I achieve and crash. That's l-i-f-e. I am a regular girl who doesn't go through all that exaggerated crap on t.v. And it won't be a secret (hence my blog title) life of a tenn teen anymore.