A Proposition.

I hope I didn't swear.

The coming of home.

aka.

Homecoming.

Home = School.

Coming = Dance.

Being a teenager and all. I had a blast.

That came out wrong.

Being a teenager doesn't mean you have fun at dances.

It just means that you are prone to have more fun compared to a grandpa, or somebody of "old age". Like my mother.

My mom was talking to me, and she said that I never blog about her, yet I never fail to mention my dad. She told me I had to create a whole blog post about how wonderful and funny she is. Don't get me wrong she is wonderful and funny. So instead of just writing one post about her, I am going to spread it out between many posts. I hope you find this funny Mom, and don't ground me for telling everyone that you force me to say you're nice. I love you.

So being young, not like my mother, I went to the dance.

And it was amazing.

The day started out with us going to PPT.

Progressive

Power

Tumbling.

Which is a place with giant foam pits and trampolines on steroids.

These foam pits are from hell.

Is that swearing?

I sure hope not.

It's like saying that Satan is from hell...

Right?

If it is swearing, please forgive me.

I have good intentions.

Sorry mother.

But seriously. I hate these things. They stick to your body and make you feel like you are slowly being devoured by them. Then you get little pieces of foam in your eyes. And you cry. A lot. Then your make up runs down your face, and you look like one of those creepy clowns at haunted houses. I would post a picture of a clown. But I am too scared to look them up on google.

After this little adventure of foam and clowns we got hot-dogs. These were not just regular hot-dogs. The were about the size of my forearm. I'm a tall girl. So thus I have a long forearm. I didn't even eat the whole thing. And I can down food. I'm pretty much an endless pit. So that was bizarre.

I was dropped off at my humble abode. And did all that girly stuff girls do to look like girls. Then I was picked up to go to my dates' humble abode. We ate dinner. Everyone thought that was the most hilarious dinner ever. Because some dummy decided not to think before they spoke and ended up saying this: "So Trevor, If you are in your underwear can people see inside your house?" For about thirty minutes the whole group tormented and teased this poor dummy. Good thing this dummy is a good sport. This lasted at least thirty minutes. It ended up with this : The "dummy" riding a horse outside Trevor's house with binoculars. I felt bad for that dummy.

We played football. YES. In my dress and tights. Well. I didn't really play football. More like I ran around with a football screaming. so....

We went to a frozen yogurt place called Orange Leaf and got some delicious dessert. Tangled was playing on the T.V.'s there and everyone except for myself was in complete awe about it. Nobody said a word. They just all stared and watched the movie.

Then we went to the dance.

Did I mention I was the second tallest person there?

And my date was the first.

We received the nickname of "Twin towers".

I love high heels.

The dance was the best thing in the history of things.

I wish you could have all been there to experience it.

Trevor and I sang our hearts out, danced our hearts out, and sang out hearts out more.

It all ended at the doorstep, a little kiss on the cheek, and a tired Sam.

(Pictures soon to follow.)

Don't do anything I wouldn't do-

Twin Tower #1.

I'm a vegan.

I'm a vegan....

For the next 12 days.

So my homecoming dress is fuchsia. Yes. I said that right.

Fuchsia.

is a vivid reddish or pinkish purple color named after the flower of the fuchsia plant, itself named after the German scientist Leonhart Fuchs. Fuchsia is a synonym for magenta.

I copied that from wiki.

Don't worry. I'm not that intellectual when I type.

And that is why I'm a vegan. Because if I gained ANY weight at ALL in the next few weeks, you would be able to tell in my dress. You may be saying.

Wow Sam. That's a super tight dress. and immodest.

My answer? No. It's just form fitting.

But I can't say much more because, there is a slight chance that my date could read this. And I don't want to tell him about the dress. So. Sorry.

So. Being vegan and all I ate a bean burger.

My dad, a while back decided he wanted to try being a vegan. And that lasted all of a week. (My dad smokes some mean ribs) So during that monumental week, my father bought all sort of vegan things. Burgers, chicken patties, quinoa, and other random things from Costco. (Aren't most wonderfully random food items from Costco?)

This bean burger, was surprisingly good. Well, as good as a bean burger can get. Let's just say that I put a stack of pickles about a mile high on top of it. It helped.

For the last couple of days, all I have eaten are veggies and fruits. Being a major carnivore, this is the hardest thing I have done, ever. (maybe..) Oh! I also adore sugar. So that is no fun. Especially since lately I have been craving one of those oreo pizzas from Pizza Pie Cafe. So in 12 days, if you want to. You can buy me one.

If you want to.

For the last hour I have been listening to this song. And I'm in love. Not the friendship love. Not the lusty love. No. This is the love that is unconditional and has no limits. It's the last thing I think about before I go to sleep and the first thing I think about when I wake up. I would sacrifice anything for this song. I would prefer this song to a shopping trip to IKEA. That is how much I love it.

Not really. I do love this song. But I would NEVER sacrifice IKEA. Not even for a cute little baby kangaroo. Yes. A kangaroo. It has been my dream to own one. They are so darn cute. Even though they can kill somebody.... They can kill my enemies right?!

Kidding. I don't have any enemies.

Except that one girl. But I don't hate her.

And I wouldn't classify her as my enemy.

Except she hates me.

And classifies me as her enemy.

ps. Why do you hate me?

So anyways..

This blog is just rambling on. Like usual.

So I'll let you go.

GO VEGANS! (kidding, I hate you)

Don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya-

Sambalicious.

In this moment.

Right now I am painting my toenails.

Guess the color.

The person to comment and get it right I'll give you two bucks (if you live close), and I'll write a whole paragraph about you. (No promises it will be nice...Just kidding. I'm a nice person, even if you aren't..)

So there you go.

This weekend has been one that I will remember forever. Not to rub it in your face or anything, but, mine was better than yours. Unless your dead goldfish came back to life last weekend, but if not, mine was definitely better.

Friday. Seriously, anything could happen on Friday and it would still be a good day.

I could have a zit, break my big toe, and have a overly obese man sneeze on me, and Friday would still be a good day.

According to Rebecca Black, Friday is the day after Thursday, the day before Saturday, which comes before Sunday. We also have to wake up at seven, eat cereal, run downstairs, almost miss the bus, and ride in a convertible with a 14 year old driver.

Now doesn't that sound like fun?!

Anyways.. Friday, I went to school. Like every other weekday, I walked from one class to another with a bag on my back weighing more than an overweight cat, see people in the hall and pretend to be happy to see them (kidding), and resist the urge to punch my teachers in the face. Don't get me wrong, the social aspect of school is fantastic. But other than that, and my honors English class, school is just a place for parents to get rid of us for approximately eight hours. After school on Friday, I think I took a nap, I never know when I take naps or not. All I know is that I take naps on a regular basis. And they are awesome. After a nap that I may or may not have taken, I had the best night ever. Myself, and five other friends, went up to the canyon and watched a scary movie on this tiny 9x5 portable DVD player. I almost peed my pants about a billion times. I'm a weenie when it comes to scary things. Okay? I can't really go into specifics but it sure was a darn good time. We had a campfire, and decided we didn't need it. So we put it out. But randomly during the movie, it would start up again. And my "date" (I'm not sure if I would call it a date, but it was just like a date, and he was the one I would hold onto during the scary parts, aka the whole movie.) was the only one brave enough to go outside by themselves and put it out. So here's a shout out to you! Way to be brave.

Ps. It's so hot in my room, and I'm too lazy to go turn on the fan. AND. My phone just died. boo.

Saturday. I was asked to homecoming. That was fun. And totally NOT predictable AT ALL....haha...

He filled up probably like 50-100 little water balloons (with air) and put a piece of paper in all of them. So I popped the first one thinking that it was a clue, puzzle, or his name. But SURPRISE there was nothing on the first one. Laughing to myself, I popped the next one. Surprise again. There was nothing on the paper. There was a reoccurring theme.

I don't think I've been more frustrated in my life. So.

I looked in my closet, and there was THREE big balloons, with a note in one of them. And whoop-dee-doo, it was in there. I spent almost an hour popping little balloons, when all I had to do is look in the closet. Oh the irony. Don't people mostly hide in the closet, but it is the last place most people look? Ugh.

I got him back though, don't worry.

Then I went to a pool party and threatened a girl I was going to punch her in the face. But I was "kidding". Of course. I would never punch anyone.....

Lets skip Sunday. Other than church, naps, and my father making jelly nothing happened.

(Yes, my father does do the "motherly" things in my family, like... baking bread, canning tomatoes, gardening, and making jelly. But don't worry, he likes my mother. Obviously, how else would I be here? Ew.)

Monday. I spent my ENTIRE day responding to my homecoming askee. And it was so worth it.

I got 238 Easter eggs. Yes, 238. 238 people! Filled them up with candy and little phrases such as:

Try again. Hi. Eagle Powers. Go BYU!! (he LOVES LOVES LOVES U of U) Your mom. Tip-toe through the tulips. Booyah. Mr. Carillo. (my personal favorite) Leprechauns love pancakes. I only believe in science. I caught you a tasty bass.

And many many others.

And none of the eggs said yes or no.

So he looked through 238 eggs, and found... NOTHING! woohoo! It's what he did to me, but worse! Eat that. The answer was on a creepy little stuffed bunny in his freezer.

It was soooo hard to find a stuffed bunny. They had stuffed porcupines, and alligators, but nofreakin bunny? Crazy people who create stuffed animals.

So that concludes my Labor day weekend.

Told you it was awesome.

Booyah!-

Farskey.