Christmas

So it was Christmas.
Just fyi.
I'll sum up my Christmas experience for 2011:
Shocking.

Yup.
Not great, humbling, or bad. Shocking.
Why so shocking?

1. I realized some people are absolutely ridiculous in every way possible.
Ridiculous I tell you!
I am so darn fed up with people that are just plain lame. I'm now writing a list of people that will never be lame.
Here's my list so far:

1. Heavenly Father

2. Jesus

3. Santa.

4. The Pillsbury Doughboy

5. The guy who made Dr. Pepper

6. ______

You can fill in the blank. Because right now I have no idea who to put there.

OH! The prophet. He can be number six. 

Sorry I forgot about that...

If you think you belong on my list of unlame people. Then you will have to persuade me. Which will take a long time. 

There is just this one person. No they don't know that I'm talking about them. I promise. 

And I just want to tell them to GROW UP and be my friend again... 

That would be golden. 

2. My young women's group went to Salt Lake City to see the sights. Like we've never seen them before.... And I was very spectacle about the whole thing. First thing I did wrong was approach it with a bad attitude. EH. that was bad of me. I know I know. But in previous years when we would go to SLC it would become quite boring. 

But I didn't let people know I wasn't so thrilled about the activity. My mind was quickly changed when I realized how much fun I was having. Here are a couple of picture showing how much fun I had. Can I just say that I am a very overwhelming girl? I would say that I'm an acquired taste. 

Ps. I do not know why I called it a marriage picture instead of a wedding picture.... I may or not be a freak.

3. My father ordered the WRONG hat for dear old Bryce. It was my second pick, so I wasn't angry. And it looked pretty dope on him. HA. Totally said dope. hahaha...

4. I had SO SO SO much fun at my Dad's family party. We had to share a talent. Shocked I pulled out the most pathetic thing in the book. I whipped out my mexi stache smile. Maybe. One day I'll show you. 

5. I received an iPhone 4S. YES. 

So I totally thought I was getting a kindle. I have to admit. I snooped. I looked at my mother's Christmas list. And it said kindle on it for me! Christmas morning. Unwrapped the present. Kindle box. Opened the kindle box. Found a white iPhone.  Let's just say I screamed.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
-White chick. 

The girl that wears my headbands.

I'm at school.

School yes.
The place where children starve through three long class periods just to have the light at the end of the tunnel be a lousy 40 minute lunch. And then if you think you are finally finished you find yourself with one more class period.

This is not fun. Let me tell you.

Lexi. Aka. My best Asian friend, is supposed to be sitting next to me. But as usual she is being an overachiever, and kissing up to the teacher. Sorta.
So she stole my headband about three months ago. (Probably longer but my sense of time is quite bad.) And she wore it today. She looks cute in it, don't fret. I guess that's what best friends are for. Wearing each others headbands. So from now on Lexi isn't going to be referred as my best friend, but instead, the girl who wears my headbands. So I looked up Lexi on a baby name website and this is what I found out. Lexi means defending men.

Irony. Isn't it awesome?

I'll explain to you this little piece of irony. Lexi. Is obsessed with men. Short, tall, tan, albino, smart, fickle, anything. She loves them all. Don't deny it Lex. We sometimes use the phrase "obsessed" when it comes to her and boys. So she sure does defend men, and all their wonderful attributes.

She's cute. And that's why she's my best friend. If she wasn't cute, we probably wouldn't be friends. (I'm totally kidding). If she wasn't cute, she would still be MY Lexi.

To tell you the truth, I hope she becomes a nun.

Are there asian nuns?

Any who...

I want her to become a nun, so that she can never get married and leave me for some hunky human of the male gender. She is mine.

I've told her everything about my life. And I feel bad. Nobody wants the full weight of my somewhat messy life in their hands. But for some reason she has accepted it, and I think that is just insane. But somebody has to be insane to be my friend... right? Right.

So thanks Lex. For listening to me cry. Eating chips with me. Cheering on boys at football games. Drinking out of sippy-cups. Cuddling with me during the storm. Hating people that I hate. Playing on the tramp. Watching Fear Factor. Stretching every cent out of about 100 quarters. Peeing with me. Going off of sugar. Planning our lives. (Matching babies!) Driving with me. Listening to me sing. Stalking my blog. Buying a flower for Darla. And for much much more.

I love you Lexi Lin. (:

Trust me, I'm a doctor-

Lexi's Caucasian. ;)

Typing for the heck of it.

I have a fish.

It's orangeish blueish.

Well technically Lexi, Maegan, and I have a fish. It is a birthday present gone bad, and nobody likes it. So I will be selling this fish, maybe I'll earn a cent or two. But my guess is nobody will want a used fish. So slowly, the classic ol' toilet bowl flush seems like a good dance for the fish to dance. But. Probably not.

So I'm looking at this fish, and I feel bad for it. I haven't cleaned the fishes' bowl in, forever. I can't really see through it, and that is somewhat really gross. I feel as if I should clean it, but my laziness is kicking in and telling me not to. So I won't. Poor fish.

Oh ya. It has a name.

Bathsheba.

Yesterd...

Actually, let's talk about Saturday first.

Saturday was the epitome of Summer. Jonathan, Lexi, John (although he ditched us for some foxy lady that I have no idea who she is), and I went to the Highland Fling later in the evening. So we slowly became bored, and had nothing to do.

So we went to Pizza Pie and bought an Oreo pizza to eat while sitting on our little rumps and watch the fireworks. After, we went to my house and as usual, played on my trampoline. Lexi left and then Jonathan and I called this stalker girl 21 times. It was too good.

Alright. Sunday was terrible. First off, I was late for church and missed the sacrament. Do you want to know why I was late? I broke my freakin' heel. I thought that only happens in the movies! Well, surprise! It doesn't. After spending about a good ten minutes looking for black shoes I found some in my closet. Go figure. Sunday school. Sunday school. Sunday school. Let's just say it went awful, and right after I went home crying.

I do not think it is right to judge another person's testimony. At all. Please don't tell me that I am not led by the Holy Ghost when I bear my testimony just because I am a logical person. You have no idea what my relationship with my Heavenly Father is like, and that is just plain disgusting to judge it. I love my Heavenly Father. Big whoop, I'm a logical person. That doesn't affect my spirituality at all. So please don't say it is.

Toodles.

-Jay.

I'm in love.

Yes. I am. I am in love with Summer.

Sheesh. This is a summer for the record books. I don't really want to write that much. But, knowing myself, I will write quite a lot.

Alright well Summer has been good. Really good. Too good actually. Is that possible? Can something be too good? Because if it is possible then this Summer has been too good. What is my favorite thing? Driving with the windows down, my granny sunglasses on, a good friend in the passenger seat, while singing along with music. Poor Lexi, this often happens to her, she has to constantly listen to my "wonderful" singing. Same with Jonah, but I don't mind, because I don't really think he minds, which is one of the reasons I love him. A couple days ago, Lexi and I lasted a whole day on a bag of quarters. We actually got a lot.... a Snowie, make-up, fingernail polish, and two large fries. It seems like this Summer, most of the nights have ended up on the tramp looking up at the stars. I wish I could just pause those moments.

Right now, I am listening to Sheryl Crow. ohh Sheryl. Whenever I listen to you my mind goes back to the all those times in my old house in my basement, with the green carpets, when I would dance and sing along with her.

Oh that old house. I miss it a little too much. Don't get me wrong, I love my house. But my old house has so many memories in it.

Anyways. I'm dreading school. School is going to ruin my Summer.

Obviously.

Later Alligator-

Kid #1