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.



Just went tanning for the first time.
Scary? yes.

I don't like small spaces.
It's not like I'm super claustrophobic. But I feel like my fear of small spaces is getting worse as time goes by.
It's just so scary being stuck in a small spot! ahhhh.

In the last two days I've felt a little claustrophobic.

First time was yesterday at my uncle's house.

He has a brand new house. But that brand new house has a flaw. One of the bathroom doors is defective. Little did I know, but you can't lock it or you have major consequences.
So here I am trying to help Bubba wash his hands and flush the toilet. I decided to close and lock the door so that he wouldn't be peeing in front of the whole family. That's a given right? Close the door while you pee. So I tried to help the little guy out. We washed his hands and took the following picture:

We were happy. Life was great.
We're in a bathroom. He just peed. I was just a helpful sister. We love each other. So we took a picture.

I walk towards the door.
See the door in the picture.
I reach for the apparently locked door.
Wouldn't open.
Tried to unlock it.
Guess what.
It wouldn't open.
Frantically I turned the nob about a billion times per second.

"Ummm. We're locked in the bathroom..." I quietly yelled.
I hear an uproar of tall people laughs. Resulting in me banging my head against the door in angst. The bathroom is quite small, yet the walls are extremely tall.
We sat there for about ten minutes while my uncles tried to figure out how to get us out.
Then our picture looked like this.

Here we are. Sitting on our bums on the cold tile.
We were sad.
Bubba kind of has a "I'm eating my lip look".
I think it's safe to say I have a better puppy dog face. Even though he is super cute and if he could correctly pull off a puppy dog face he could rule the world.

A door minus a door handle and about ten minutes later we were free.
So that was small freaky space numba 1.

Numba 2?
The tanning salon.
Need I say I was only tanning for 6 minutes. I was still scared.
NO. I don't need you to lecture me on how bad it is for your skin. I know. That's why I did a special one without the harmful UV rays. Trust me. I thought way ahead.
Anyways. This isn't about my skin cancer filled future.
This is about that small little tanning bed I had to get into.
Laid down and pulled the little thing over me.
I felt like I was a astronaut or something.
Something from a movie where I was going to travel into space, or the unknown. I was scared. And those blue lights did not help. At all.
I was freaking out in there. Counting down the seconds.
And no. That automatic voice saying: "You are now about to have the best tanning experience of you life." Did not provide any sort of comfort.

Yes. I got a tiny color. But I'm at the verge of albino white that I don't think it really helps that much.

So pretty much. I'm becoming a bigger and bigger pansy as time goes by.
Somebody help me.
How do I not become a larger pansy then I am already!?



Gross Post.

Finals are over.
Finals are over.
Finals are over.
Finals are over.
Finals are over.
My life is back.
My life is back.
My life is back.
My life is back.
My life is back.

No it's not.
My life is only going to be back for a good week.
I bet in the next week I'll have a test even though I have new classes.
My school borderline crazy. CrAZy. I hate it when girls type like that. 
I'm not going to worry about that. Because.
This weekend is Preference!
For those of you that don't know. Preference is a fancy girls choice dance. And I'm soooo psyched. I have my dress. It's black, and as a usual Sam dress, tight. I'm probably going to wear tights. Because I have a slight obsession with them. I'm going to be wearing red high heels. AND. Bryce. Is going to wear the same thing! Well. No. Not a dress with high heels and tights. But he is going to wear all black with red vans.

We are going to look. NICE.

So it's kind of like a tradition to wear your dress or suit or whatever from the dance to church. So we are going to be sitting there looking like nerds, matching in class. Hot nerds. Of course.

Speaking of looking nice.
My room. DOES NOT look so nice.

 Don't worry this isn't really my room. First off because. I don't have Ghost Rider curtains. And secondly because Well. I'm gross but not that gross.
But really. This is how bad it feels like. Except change the Coke bottles with Dr. Pepper. And throw in a whole lot of clothes and papers.
I should be cleaning it right now. Actually I should have cleaned it like two weeks ago.  But honestly. I'm way too lazy.

I'm enjoying my life while I have it. I don't have time to waste on a clean room. Sheesh


If you are still a male, and are still reading. Trust me. You'll wish you would have stopped.

Just stop right now.


Dear women:
I hate periods.
No no. I don't hate periods. They'll let me have babies later in life.
But I hate their dearest companion.
Cramps make me cry sometimes.
I feel like I'm being kicked and squeezed at the same times, in the ovaries. Like really. this is not good.

Well there's my moment of grossness.
I'm so sorry I had to go there.

Love you! Or do I?...



Right now.

I couldn't be more grateful for that little thing we call {LIFE}.

Yesterday, I had an eyeopening experience. I still feel a little shaken.
I want to tell the whole world. But as you know, I'm a little girl. And I can't do all things. But. I will do what I can. Because well. You never know.

For whatever reason I get teary when I talk about this. Even though, it just happened yesterday, it has yet to leave an eye dry by the end of my story.

Some background information.

  • Every day I pick up some girls from my neighborhood from their school.
  • I pick them up at exactly 3.
  • I try to get there at around 2:45.
  • Their school is about 15 away from mine.
  • On Mondays my school has "early out" and is let out at 1:15.
  • I was planning on staying after school to talk to teachers.
  • I was then going to go to Wal-Mart after talking to my teachers to get a few things.
  • I would then be on the road around 2:30. 

During lunch, my heart started to pound, and I had the most overwhelming feeling telling me it was time to go home. I tried to ignore the thought of going home, but I couldn't. At all. I wasn't trying to get out of class. My next class was Honors English. I adore that class! I simply felt that I should go home right then and there. Confused I drove home. As soon as I closed my car door my mom opened the house door and said: "I was worried about you." I wasn't planning on telling her that I had a feeling to come home, because I thought she would send me back to school with a little pat on the bum. Not really, but you get what I'm saying...  As soon as she said she was worried about me, I knew this was no coincidence. We sat there at talked until school was nearly out. Still having no explanation I drove to school with two minutes left, just in case somebody needed a ride home. A friend of mine did need a ride home, resulting in me completely forgetting to talk to my teachers and the need to go to Wal-Mart. My day went on as planned. I picked up the girls. Did some homework. Watched T.V. Everything, normal.
Later that night... I received this text: Today, this girl named Janelle R. was in a HUGE car accident outside of our high school. She has a broken pelvis in four spots, her bladder exploded, her skull is cracked, her brain has two blood clots, she is having problems with her kidney, and is in a coma. PLEASE keep Janelle in your prayers.
 The crash was at 2:30.
Right after reading that text that feeling overcame me again. And I KNEW why I had been directed to not go to fourth period.

I would have been a part of that accident. 

Words cannot describe how my heart aches and rejoices at the same time.

Just be grateful for life.
Love. Unconditionally.
Break the rules. For the right cause.
Forgive. Extremely fast.
Kiss. The right person.
Laugh. Until you cry.
Cry. Because you are happy.
Believe. Everything happens for a reason.
Travel. Often.
Eat. Every last bite.
Stop. Judging yourself to others.
Dream. Big.
Never. Give up.
Be true. To who you are.
Tell. Stories of hope.
Spend time. With the people who make you feel like a million bucks.
Make. People feel like a million bucks.
Create. Things you love.
Smile. When the going gets rough.
Every moment counts. 

I love my life.

I hope you love the one you are living.



A Proposition.