Senior Sam.

Senior Sam.
Holy moly.
This is the day.
Well.... actually tomorrow is the day.
Tomorrow I start school.
And I will "enjoy" all my classes.
Wanna hear my classes? ( In no particular order)

AP Psychology
Prostart ( Advanced foods) 
AP English Language
AP Art History
Lifetime Activities
Debate (including team)
AP Calculus

And to top off with 

(Please remember I only have eight classes a semester. So thus some of these classes are only one semester long)

I know I know! 
Sam?! What are you doing to yourself?! How can you go on? 
Trust me, I'm sitting here in despair wondering why also.
But all of these classes are interesting to me. 
Except for AP Calc. That is stupid to me.
But what's not so stupid is if I pass I don't have to take any math in college. 

Poor Bryce will never see me again.
I will be buried in my books until the moon rises on the 12th blue sun.  (Totally channeling my inner Native American for that sentence.)

As I did last year I'm going to use my blog to procrastinate and write mindless things that somehow attracts people to read it. 
If you are reading this, you have fallen into my trap.
But it's almost ten, and I have to wake up at five for...
(So trying to fake a happy attitude right now...) 
w. :(
Pray for me. And my senior year.
I'll have an update tomorrow! 
Until then, look at this picture of my father being a bunny whisper.

Oh yeah.
I got a bunny!
Yippity Hippity!

See you tomorrow.
Dun Dun Dun.
-Senior Sam.


Welcome back.

So glad I'm back,
And I hope you are also.

There are so many things that you and I need to discuss and I have all the time in the world to discuss it. Becauseee Bryce is out of town for a good week. So you and I will be getting to know each other a little better. 

Remember that young man that you and I found around October?
I then started to hang with him and eventually we went to a fancy dance and wore fancy clothes in January?
Well that boy and I still enjoy each other more than other human beings that live on this earth.
In this short amount of time that you have been gone. Or. I have been gone. A lot has happened. 

We took multiple pictures
with my phone.
With his dear twin.
Didn't know he had a twin did ya?

We went on a hike.
In the gully behind his brand new house.
I bought him this shirt.
In Moab.
Scroll down.

We went to the greatest little/not so little
town called 


We had a blast.
My family are prestigious jeepers. 
And we thought we would let my dear boyfriend come with us down to Moab.
Before you judge me..
It wasn't scandalous in anyway possible.
He slept on a couch.
I slept in my room.
If you are thinking this is way weird please just stop.
It was my whole family that went down.
It wasn't anything crazy.
We were jeeping, getting dirty. I wasn't hot in anyway possible.
It was like camping. But not.
So don't judge us.
Anyways. It was so fun!
His family came down for the last day and whipped out their dirt bikes.
It was just grand.
I love jeeping.
And that green trucker hat that I'm sporting: totally made that. I know I know.
It's hot.

We went to a Jazz game.
Lower bowl.
All because we did my favorite thing in the world.
Bought clothes.

So we went to Fanzz.
Or whatever that dear sports store is.
And they gave us free tickets for being good lookin'
Kidding about that good looking part.
But not about the free tickets part.

I put his hair up cute like.
PS. My little sister Gracie in
the background makes this picture amazing.

I have officially changed my name to life size pillow.
This was after Bryce got his poor wisdom teeth removed.
Why would you want to get rid of wisdom? Especially in teeth.
Silly dentist. 
Speaking of wisdom teeth removal...

Trust me. Watch both of them.
It's so worth it.

Told you it was worth it.
You love me now don't you?
Bye Baby!


I'm Not Dead. Yet.

Oh heavens.
Hello, my name is Sam. And I do not know if you remember me.
There is a slight possibility that you don't. And if that is the case,
Then throw me into the river and call me Donald. 
I am so sorry that I have been gone.
I had to do something for myself though. Not that this blog isn't for me. But I had to focus on my school work. I am so overly stressed that I feel as if I need to use the correct punctuation marks on my blog post. When, as you know, is never the circumstance. School has gotten to me. And I want to cry. Today is May 23rd. Only two more days til freedom and Summer. Yet, I feel like it is coming way to fast, and my days of fixing my grades are dwindling right in front of my "not so perfect without contacts" vision. I'm a junior in high school. Next year is it. That it. Senior year. Then they throw me into the real world and don't give me a second chance.
If you know any second grader that is willing to trade me lives please contact me at: 1800-helpsam. 

I seriously am so scared for the future.

Here are some things that you may have missed in my recent and long absence.

School. Well. You didn't really miss out on anything.

and honestly. That's about it.

I'm living a pretty busy life right now. But at the same time. I'm not really doing anything.

Right now. I have finals to study my head organ out on. ps. that's the brain.
So I just wrote this to tell you that I am alive.

I have many things to ramble on about. Waking up at 5 o'clock every morning. My new look. Bryce - yes dear bloggers, still going strong. My junior year. Summer jobs. Weight. And much more.

I PROMISE. I'll be back. I will.
In T-minus never really understood what that means. Do you? two days. I will be typing up a good o'e "I'm a teenage girl sarcastically talking about how usually great my life sometimes is" post.

In the mean time look at this picture of me and pray. Because dearies. I will not be this pretty for the next couple days of finals. My outer beauty is slowly dwindling as my eyes rest upon a new test. 

Oh. And on Saturday, I'll show you what I've been really looking like this week. Sheesh. Don't cry.

Mrs. Jean


Lovely Dancing #2


She won't stop saying that she isn't apart of my blog enough so. I added her into this one.

So about twoish. Maybe three. I have an extremely bad sense of time. Wait. 2012?.... kidding. Week ago I wrote Lovely Dancing #1. <----- Click it! But then come back and read this... So. I put all my pictures up from Preference, and now you want the whole story. Alright.

Friday. Approximately 5:30 pm.
We went to our high school's rivalry game. Woot woot we won. Whooped a freakin' do. I knew we were going to win so it wasn't a shock. Sure it was fun. Don't get me wrong I like school sport games. But when you are sitting next to somebody that has very stinky
[] arpits [] feet [] breath [x] all of the above mixed together

it just...
8:00 pm.
After the most amazing game ever sarcasm we went to the best place in the entire world. ENTIRE world. Nickle city. or. The nickle arcade. YES. I've probably discussed my obsession with this place. But I'm obsessed. 
It's this ghetto arcade with about a million nickle arcade games. I only play the ones where you have a one in a trillion chance in wining the jackpot by getting a ridiculously large ball into a a monster's mouth the size of a fingernail. It just never happens. But I am addicted. And I have gotten Bryce hooked on them also. Let's just get this clear. I am SO grateful my religion doesn't gamble. Or else I would be in the deepest doo doo ever. 

But this addiction got as 3,792 tickets.
I'm so proud of us.

Here's how it worked.
I won jackpots.
So did Bryce.
Jackpots + Jackpots = A lot of Jackpots.
A lot of Jackpots = A lot of tickets.
A lot of tickets = 3,792 tickets.
3,732 tickets = :)

I totally realized that was last time we went.
NOT for Preference. 
I was totally leading you astray.

That picture was from Preference though...
Wow. I feel bad...
So we did that.
And it was the best day date ever.
Day dates.
I don't understand them. 
I'm going to a nice formal dance with you. I don't want to spend my whole day/weekend with you!
Except for you Bryce. I spend most of my time with you. So our day date was fantastic. Don't get your panties in a wad! I hope you don't wear panties...
But really. 
I personally think they are a waste. If you are just going to the dance as friends or whatever. Why spend more money on your date. And don't make them sick of you! You can only tell them about your dead grandma's evil cat so many times! Just stop the madness.

But. This was the best day date. Because we did the best thing. And Bryce had the best date ever... Kidding. I'm not that full of it.

Saturday. 5:30 pm. 
Oh Goodness. 
I never knew a sister could take so many pictures.
I went to pick up Bryce at his house. *Remember this was a girls choice.*
And this was a family affair. Everyone was there. 
Well hello family!
I'm Sam. And I'm in this little tight black dress with red high heels and I'm going to take your son on a date...
I know his family so it was all good. 
But Bryce and I stood still for a good ten minutes. And his sister must have taken well over two hundred pictures of us. 90 % of them probably look identical to the one before it and after it. But it was all good, UNTIL.
I totally almost slipped. 
Twenty minutes with my heels on and I slip?!
So my heels had no grip on the bottom and they were like six inches high. So we were done with pictures, and we were walking towards the door. I stepped on the tile. BAM. All of the sudden I'm on one foot, and slowly falling to my death until my quick thinking and ninja like skills save me and I grab the table closest to me. I looked over. And most of the family, myself included had a stunned look on their face with their mouths wide open. Time froze. Whew. Dodged a bullet there.

So. That was that moment. 
We drove to dinner. In a freaking blizzard! 
Here I am. 
With perfectly straitened hair. 
A short dress.
Super high heels.
Kill me.
Kill me.
Kill me.
Really? Mother nature! I'll get back at you. I'll go litter or cut down a tree or something that will potentially harm you and all the baby animals that reside in your dirt and trees! 
I love how Utah had little to zero amounts of snow. And then... well little white pieces of heck rain down. ARGH.

6:15 pm.
We went to PF Changs. SOOO good.
Soo good. 
I love food. Who doesn't I mean honestly? It's so amazing. 
Two girls were stood up.

These boys didn't know were they live.

Bryce R. is the bestest in the whole world (Hack by Bryce)
Thanks for that Bryce...

Okay well so they didn't know where they lived.
So they were telling each other what street to turn on.

They finally met us at PF Changs. They weren't even worth all the trouble.
Poor girls.

I ordered all the food. Pretty much I should be a food critic or sometime amazingly delicious. MMM.
Oh. I almost forgot. Bryce and myself were the first ones to get there. You know how I nearly face planted it over at Bryce's house? well. I walked in to PF and the floors were tile. And there were people in every square inch of this place. All of them staring at me. A thousand beady eyes looking at my shoes to my face to my dress to my shoes again.

  I was slipping left and right. 
Round and round.
This is what I looked like.

I finally scooted myself over to the desk. Where I ran into it. 

You know when you are rollerblading/skating and you can't stop so you run into the poll as an attempt to slow yourself down?
Well I do.
That's how this went down at PF but I wasn't wearing 80's getup, I was wearing a dress. 
How awkward is that?
It was awesome!

Pretty much we ate a ton.
And that was it.
Other than the whole sliding around like a islander on ice.  

The dance.
El Danco. Is that realo spanisho? Who knowso. Si, Io do believar ifo youo putar an o or ar on the endar of a wordo theno it's spanisho.

It was amazing.
I love dancing. because all I really do is jump around and sing at the top of my lungs.
And well who doesn't love that?
I love slow dancing.
Because I make Bryce twirl me around and prance. I just feel like a five year old princess. 

A princess being twirled 
by dearly cute prince.
Lovely love.
A fancy dress.
Glimmering lights.
And the atmosphere just dense
with love and butterflies.

Oh goodness.
Sometimes I just crack myself up.

So the dance in general was fun.
Until the very last song.

The second to last son was a slow song. So after that we left.
Little did I know the ground was wet.
And little did my body hit the ground softly.
RIGHT in front of the door, RIGHT in front of people, RIGHT in the only light in the whole stinking room.
I sat there. Wondering how in the heck I managed to only "slide" by not falling on my face. get it..? And yet at the very end of the night I fell. 

Oh well. 

So that was that. 
And people laughed.
And so did I. Because well. Hey. A tall blonde girl falling is funny. Right?

I just love dances. 
And I had the best date.

So that is it.
-Girl on my butt.



My family has taken a new step.
A "skip" has been added to our step you may say. 
It will change our lives forever.

I, Samantha Jean, am moving my 
messy self, along with my messy personality,
and my messy clothes/make-up/papers/bed/life; 
downstairs into the newly finished basement.
To corrupt the currently clean basement 
into a hole of disastrous Samminess. 

My mother would 
rip off my face and verbally assault me if I did such actions expressed in the previous paragraph.
I hope you got the reference from The Bachelor.

As a side note: I know a couple of you are waiting for the Preference #2.
Just wait. I'll write it. And if I don't, you can join in my mother with the ripping and assaulting. 


So we moved into my house about 6ish years ago.
And we haven't had a need for a basement, because everyone has their own room. And people don't like us so they never stay at our house. I'm kidding mother. People do like us. It's just, we are an acquired taste, our family is. We are a little.... out there. I've told you. My mother loves color and pain and stuff. And after our basement has been added we now have, let me count. 17. Yes. 17 different colors on our walls. And most of these are whole rooms. So that is why we don't need an extra guest room. Because our colorful house intimidates them.  So we haven't needed the room. But now my parents decided a year, A YEAR! before I go to college that we need a basement. Sheesh. Oh well. I'm grateful.
So I got to decide what color I wanted to paint my new room.
I've concidered all the previous colors my rooms have been.
  • Lime Green and Neon Orange.
  • Orange and Brown.
  • Neon burn your eyes out Green.
I've noticed a pattern. Most of them are bright, and loud. 
So I went with the last color people expected. 
I know!
So anyways. It's grey, and I'm getting a ton of antique/vintage stuff. And I'm super psyched. 

Yesterday I was supposed to move things from my room on the top floor into my new room in the basement. 
Here is what I accomplished. 

And those are the most important things.
And for those of you who are wondering what a Personal Progress is, well, then click personal progress.
And Yes.
I am Mormon.

Now that we got the covered.
I just wanted to let you know how perfectly wonderful life is right now.
But I'm tired.
So I'm going to go to bed.



Cracks. (No not bum).

Here's to the photos that make me laugh and yet somehow fall into the cracks of computer files never viewed.

 We love Nickle City in Orem.
We often win jackpots.
am the one that usually wins jackpots.
Here's a ticket count.
This is the second time we went.
The first time we went we got around 1000. Picture is featured in this wonderful blog post.
The third time we went we earned....
SO. Amazing.

We may or may not be addicted.


The guy at Starbucks must really like whipped cream...

Ohhhhh. This girl is my favorite.
If I give her my phone for more than two seconds I will most likely find pictures like thus later on.

Peace for America!
Say in a wannabe Asian accent.

My father made this car for me.
I decorated it.
And I think I did a fannnnntastic job.

I love going through the car wash.
The soap has the best colors.

Sadly enough this IS my best score.

Okay so this belongs to my mother's friend's older brother.
Something along those lines.
This man. Was hunting alone. 
First problem.
Second problem.
I know hunting is good for food or whatever.
I just don't like it.
It makes me cry like a little girl.
Once. My mother killed a fly when I was like five and I screamed at her. Grabbed the fly and cried for a long time outside on the sidewalk. 
Another time when I was fourish. My mom was reheating leftovers in the microwave.
and she said: "Dang! I killed the chicken."Simply because she overheated it. 
I then realized chicken is made out of well, real chicken!
I went on a strike.
No more chicken for Sammie Jean.
I called my Grandpa and told him he could never eat chicken again. And to tell everyone he knows. Later that day my dad brought home Panda Express and well... that whole "chicken is not meant to be eaten" strike went down the drain.
But nowadays I'm all: 

Kill the fly and eat the chicken! The fly is bugging me and I'm hungry!

So he was hunting alone and shot this animal.
And so, he grabbed his camera because he wanted a picture of his wonderful face and this poor dead, used to be living, animal. He propped the camera up, and put it on auto timer.
It took the picture and he left for home.
When he got home he looked through his pictures and saw this.
He had no idea that cougar was there until after the fact, at home.

Why is it that whenever a girl gets a hold of my camera I end up with a billion pictures like this.

OR. This.
Featuring Kate.

Friends are always a good thing to have.

Can you find Bryce?

I'm not the only one who likes to cuddle!

Fatbooth at church?
Those are real Ray-Bans.
I'm so sick or people asking me that.
Every time I have to wear them to school some smarty pants asks me if those are poser glasses.

Bryce. Showing off my glasses.
Maybe he should model glasses or something.

We love Artic Circle.
Looove it!

Oh no big deal.
I just gave her that hat for her birthday.
She looks adorable in it!

First time at Nickel City.
We had about 100 more.

Me holding our tickets like a baby.
My lazy eye being awesome!

Facetiming in Honors English.
Right across from each other.

Love my other Lexi.

Bubs and I.
So a couple days ago. He told me he doesn't want to be called Bubba anymore.
I'm crushed.
He says he likes Max better.

And now to the videos.

I love war heads!
But right after the sour part I spit them out.
Because well.
After the sour part they are just plain old hard candy.

 This is the GROSSEST thing on the planet.
And I thought I wanted to live in Australia.

So I challenge you to look through your phone and or computer.
There are some great things on there!

Much love.
-Girl gagging up the Vegemite.  



I'm not sure why.

  1. Maybe. I'm now officially 17.  I know. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! 
  2. Maybe. I think life is just fantastic.
  3. Maybe. Fear Factor is on tonight.
  4. Maybe. I have the best love life scenario right now.
  5. Maybe. I'm comfortably in my bed right now.
  6. Maybe. I just ate cheesecake. 
  7. Maybe. I wore high heels to church.
  8. Maybe. I'm listening to a song that I love.
I'm seventeen. 
Now I can read Seventeen Magazine and not feel like an outsider/unwelcome.
It's crazy how fast you grow up.
I'm a Junior. I don't want to be thinking about college and work and so forth already.

I'm scared of growing up.

I know. To many elderly people, I'm young. But sometimes.

I just wish.
I could shrink.
And be as little as I was ten years ago.
Those were the prime years.
I had no worries.
The only thing I worried about,
was if My friends,
were lying.
They told me.
Barbies came to life.
When I left the room.

I feel like I'm in such an optimistic mood today.
Ask my family. I was a grouch.  
I'm happy.
I guess church inflicted the feeling of happiness upon me.  Darn church. 

Pretty much I adore this show.
Want to hear something kind of crazy.
There are three parts to the show.
1. The first challenge is something physical.
2. The second challenge they have to eat something beyond disgusting.
3. The third one is the ultimate physical challenge.

Here comes the crazy.
I love watching them almost gag because they have to eat live cockroaches with cow's blood.

I promise. I'm not some creepy gross girl.
For some reason I just love that part.
So I'm sitting there. Staring at the T.V. laughing at the poor unfortunate souls. Did anyone else break into song. Little Mermaid anyone?! While the rest of my family, including Bryce, scream like little girls and gag.
HAHA. Suckas.

I've only been truly gushy on my blog once. And that happened to be the first time that Bryce's mom read my blog. Want to read the post that probably made her think I was some love obsessed teenage girl? Well. Then, read this.
So I'm going to keep my gushyness to a minimum. 
Let's just say I'm happy.
And I like the kid.
Easy as pie.

I love my bed.
Love it.
And I love my comforter. Probably just because it's from IKEA.
And I also love IKEA.
I also love Shamu, who is always in my bed.
And I love my pillow.

Not only is cheesecake awfully fattening and creates fat rolls for your fat rolls. It's delicious.
I'm a sucker for 6 things.

2. McDonald's fries. Don't go ewww. It's McDonald's! PSH. Don't be such a freaking girl. Their fries are heavenly salted. And I'm right, I know I am.
3. Cheesecake.
4. Salt and Vinegar Chips. Preferably the Lays brand.
5. Sweet potato fries. 
6. Sour Patch Watermelons. 

No wonder I have so many cavities. 

When don't I wear high heels to church?
They make me feel fantastic.
And that's about all I have to say about them.
Did you see my heels for Preference?!
They were about five or six inches.
Georgia my eight year old sister called them hooker shoes.....


There's the song.
It's called The Prayer.
And originally by Kid Cudi.
Whom is one of the only rappers that I truly enjoy.
And I love her cover.
I apologize for the swearing.
Here's the lyrics:

My heart thump not from being nervous
Sometimes I'm thinking God made me special here on purpose
So all the while 'til I'm gone make my words important so
If I slip away, if I die today the last thing you remember won't
Be about some apple bottom jeans with the boots with the fur
Baby how I dream of being free since my birth
Cursed but the demons I confronted would disperse
Have you ever heard of some s*** so real
Beyond from the heart, from the soul you can feel

And if I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take
But please don't cry, just know that I have made these songs for you
And if I die before I wake I pray the lord my soul to take
'Cuz I'm ready for the funeral
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsty.com/kid-cudi-the-prayer-lyrics.html ]
My mind runs I can never catch it even if I got a head start
God please tell me I am feeling so alone way
I don't need to worry 'cuz I know the world'll feel this n****
Blessing in disguise but I am not hiding who I am open your eyes bro
If I ever met you, I appreciate the love yo
Girls that I dated, it's ok I am not mad yo
Unless you stabbed me in the heart, no love ho, this s*** is so I'll
Play it back from the top if you recognize real

And if I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take
But please don't cry, just know that I have made these songs for you
And if I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take
'Cuz I'm ready for the funeral
And if I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take
So please don't cry, just know that I have made these songs for you
And if I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul take
'Cuz I'm ready for the funeral (I'm ready for the funeral, I'm ready for the funeral)
I did copy those lyrics off of the internet.
Because well. I know it seems like I have a lot of time on my hands. And well, I do. But I'm a lazy person.

I'm a happy person.

Happy Birthday!


I'm super scared of needles.
So they gave me laughing gas so that they could fill my cavities. Which I have a ton of. I brush my teeth don't worry. I just tend to snack a lot. 
I'm super sensitive to the laughing gas.  And so this is what you get.
My mother thought I was faking it.
I wasn't.
Actually I don't remember about 90% of this.

Excuse my smile.


Lovely Dancing #1

Greatest night ever?
Obviously it was Preference.


You know. I've noticed I say that a ton. Like a ton a ton. 
Which is two thousand pounds plus the other ton so that equals to around exactly forty thousand pounds minus thirty six thousand nine hundred and eighty pounds plus an extra eighty pounds. 

For those of you who didn't follow, the previous equation equaled out to be four thousand. 

And that is only if I did the math correctly. 

I'm blonde.

Probably not.

So anyways if I say obviously a ton a ton then well I say it about four thousand times. And no.
That's not in a year. I'll be realistic. It probably in a week.
MAYBE even a day.


Preference was just great. 


Here are some pictures from a very eventful evening. 

Here's our heads.
Are you ready for the full body?
Eh? Eh?

Well. Too bad.
There's my dress.
Formal but not Prom dressy.
As you know I like simple and tight...
Well. Pretty much that's what it is.
NOW are you ready for the whole thing?

Oh gosh.
I love this picture.
Here's a close up:

Look at us!
Totally match.

I call this picture the epitome of our relationship.
He stands there amazed by himself while I stand off on the side thinking that he is full of it.
Because. Well. He is.

Sometimes. I think he is adorable.

And sometimes. He doesn't want to talk to me.
PS. This picture was his idea.
"Let's do this." As he puts his hand up to block me from his view.

If you haven't noticed. I tend to stick my thumbs out.

I've realized I can never take anything seriously.
Like slow dancing.
We only sincerely My little sister totally told me how to spell sincerely. She's eight...  slow danced once. All the other times I would make him twirl me and prance around.
Yes. I do act like I'm five.
And no. I don't want to slowly dance while gazing into his eyes. 
I mean, heck. It's nice and all, but my kind of slow dancing makes memories! Fun memories. 

Here's our lovely group.
We were on the top. Because well. We tried being in the front and we just towered over everyone.
I'm usually around 5' 9" right?
He is 6' 2". 
He had to stand up straight in order for me not to be taller than him.
We were just the super tall couple.
I did not mind.
And here is the photo I know you have all been waiting for.

I know. I know.

There are the pictures.
And I'll talk about the evening in part 2.
Trust me.
There's a lot of things that happened.
Teaser: I'm just grateful I wore tights. Or I would have scarred a few kids.... oops.

Dance like there's no tomorrow!
-Girl in the red shoes.