A Proposition.

Sisters.

My stomach is the size of Santa's.

So. Yesterday was my little sister's birthday. She's now 13 and it's bizarre.


How bizarre.
How bizarre, how bizarre


Ooh baby
(Ooh baby)
It's making me crazy
(It's making me crazy)

Every time I look around
(Look around)
Every time I look around
(Every time I look around)
Every time I look around, it's in my face
It's in my face

Please tell me somebody else remembers this song from the 90's. I loved it when I was two-ish.

I love her too much.
She wrote the phrase above ^^^ while my laptop was on my bed and I was off in dream land.
Silly Gracie. I do love you though. No worries.

She's cute. It runs in the family.

Since it was her birthday there was a lot of food, a lot of un-healthy food. And I ate all of it. That was yesterday. And I am still feeling the effects of it. 

• I'm stuffed, resulting in me looking like Santa.
• Not only do I look like Santa, I weigh as much as Santa.
• I'm really tired, and drowsy.
• I'm REALLY tired. 
• I think I have a billion and two sicknesses/diseases. I woke up thinking I had a cold and during lunch I thought I had a fever. Seriously? I'm crazy. 
• Hallucinations have been a regular thing today. Actually, hallucinations isn't the right word. More like stupid moments...  I was sitting there. And I thought: "What is squeezing my foot?" I looked down and realized I was wearing a sock. No comment.
• I'm seeing fortune cookies everywhere I turn.

One more day.

Till what?

Till the Christmas break!!!!

I cannot contain my excitement. I'm so sick of school. And two weeks away from it sounds pretty darn amazing. I literally cannot spend one more day with my teachers without having the urge of punching them in the face. All they do is give out useless homework that ruin my life. I may be acting a little dramatic..

Oh ya! Remember my Facebook stalking speech?  100% baby. It was great. 

Sorry this is such a short post. But I have a headache and the ruuuuns. (Can anybody name the movie?!)

I don't really have the runs. That's gross. And I sure in heck wouldn't tell you about it. But really, I just have a headache, not the runs. I'm so sorry that I'm a little icky. But really, no runs.

In a while crocodile. 

-Older sister.

I'm sorry Mitch.

Be warned.

Waterproof eyeliner is the most awful thing to ever grace this planet. It hurts when you try to take it off. I swear I just tore out half of my eyelashes.

My emotions. Oh gosh. Crazy. Ask me how much I hate being a girl right now. 

A lot. 

There is one good thing about being a part of the female gender. Can anyone guess what that is? 

Yup. Males. Or. A male. 

What can I say? I'm a regular human being. I like men. They are hot.

Story.

Once. In second grade. There was the handsome little boy named Mitch Murray. I'm pretty sure that was his name, and hopefully still is his name... He was adorable. He was tall and a male. And well, at second grade that was all I really cared about. The tall factor would come and go based on my personal thoughts of that day. It was the second day of my infatuation for this hunk of a second grader. During recess we would take turns chasing each other. My totally intimidating all girl "gang" would take on his totally dreamy all boy "gang". I really do think one of the boys was in a gang! He wore chains on his jeans. It was heaven, and I was in love. One day, I was chasing around Mr. Murray, but this day was slightly chilly. So he was wearing a multi-colored, semi-puffy jacket. And boy oh boy was he handsome. A thoughtless action and ripped hood later, I realized we were never meant to be together. I had ripped his ever so flattering clothing item, and he ripped my heart. 

I was forever crushed.  

Now I'm 16 though.  And, unfortunately for me, yet fortunately for you, I won't be running around ripping jackets. 

Yes. I do have an infatuation. 

No it's not Mitch Murray.

I'm finding myself singing Taylor Swift. 

This is not good folks.

When we sit in the car, sometimes I look over to try and catch a few glances at his flawless skin. Undoubtedly, he sees my sneaky ways, but then he looks at me. And I giggle a little bit, because, he has fallen into my trap. My trap of clearly seducing him. Not really. I swear. I'm like the least seductive person to live. Once, we kissed, I looked up into his eyes and I died a little inside. There is no other blue that could be better than what is inside those eyes.  And I'm usually a sucker for brown eyes, not blue. So this is saying something. 

He knows I'm giddy about him. 

Now. It's up to that young boy.

He could either decide to ignore me. 

Or.

Not.

Hopefully he chooses the later.    

This is my dance. 

My. I'm completely infatuated with this kid dance. 

Yes. I am missing a sock. 

And no. I don't care.

Right now. I don't really care about anything. Thank you very much.

Y'all come back now.

-Giddy girl.

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.

to love or not to love. that is the question.

hi.
so i have so many feelings today. crazy ones. ones that make my heart beat out of my chest, and other ones that make me want to punch some people in their cute little faces. (: I was able to miss my first class, Spanish, and was able to go to my second class, AP Human Geography. yah! ): So right off the bat i was not in a good mood. There is only two things that are good in my AP class. and I cant really say them on here. for fear of people reading it. ha.
So it is the season of love. and i love it. here are ten things that i love about valentines day:

10. secret admirers.
9. roses. preferably white and pink ones.
8. when the person you like, likes you back. and you both know. and it isn't awkward.
7. chocolates.
6. cheapo spiderman valentines.
5. teachers that are in a good mood.
4. heart shaped things. balloons. candies. cards. chocolates. pancakes.
3. hugs. the percent of hugs increase by 48% on valentines day. ha. just kidding. (:
2. happiness.
1. old people who are still in love after 50 years.

but sometimes i forget all about these things. and i have to say. screw valentines day. (: but not this year.....

100 things.

so I've decided to make a list of 100 things i want to do before i die...

1. make a basketball shot from the half-court line.

2. find a four leaf clover.

3. paint my garage door aqua.

4. read a whole college text book and actually like it.

5. make a collage out of candy wrappers.

6. help somebody that has just lost a love one.

7. sing, and not care about what other people think about my horrible singing.

8. go to the mall of america.

9. attend the Olympics.

10. be fluent in another language.

11. eat haggis from Scotland.

12. spend 24 hours blind.

13. see the northern lights.

14. color my hair purple.

15. jump on a tramp for two hours straight.

16. stay awake all night, one night at girls camp.

17. see a tornado in person.

18. register as an organ donor.

19. have a story published on MLIA.

20. go a year without sugar.

21. crowd surf at a concert.

22. own 20 pairs of toms.

23. pet a tiger.

24. adopt a child.

25. help someone cross the street.

26. read 1,000 books.

27. See 15 midnight showings in a year.

28. fall in love.

29. write a book.

30. see the all 7 great wonders of the world.

31. go to a broadway show.

32. kiss someone on new years, in new york city.

33. play hide-and-seek in IKEA.

34. go to chuck-a-rama, and not vomit afterwards.

35. learn how to ice skate.

36. be able to say "hello" in 50 different languages.

37. ride in a hot air balloon.

38. go and see the Van Gogh Museum in Holland.

39. climb up the statue of liberty.

40. be consistant in yoga.

41. grow orchids.

42. mush a dog sled.

43. become a teacher.

44. have someone buy me a star and name it after me.

45. be an extra in a film.

46. write a book designed for teenagers, and teenagers only.

47. get over my fear of needles (Balenephobia).

48. volunteer at a soup kitchen.

49. meet the current LDS prophet.

50. become and early riser.

51. take up crocheting.

52. learn how to actually jump on a pogo stick.

53. keep bees.

54. take a ride on the polar express.

55. wear a nerdy "napoleon dynamite" wolf and moon shirt to school.

56. achieve my ideal weight.

57. join a club centered around harry potter.

58. buy a ferbie.

59. volunteer at a disaster sight.

60. own a dog named Mr. Carillo.

61. compete in a poetry slam.

62. milk a goat.

63. ride a mechanical bull.

64. start a business.

65. learn how to do the vulcan salute (star trek) with my left hand.

66. stay in a igloo hotel.

67. have a throw down in a ghost town.

68. see a platypus.

69. have twins.

70. leave a 100% tip for someone who deserved it.

71. paint my right hand's fingernails perfectly.

72. doorbell ditch 10 houses in a line, with 10 friends, at the exact same time.

73. solve a Rubik cube.

74. start and participate in a food fight.

75. go on an unplanned road trip.

76. go to a drive in movie.

77. carve my name into a tree.

78. put dish soap in a fountain.

79. come up with my own food recipe, and have it actually taste good.

80. own an original piece of artwork.

81. design shoes.

82. find a long lost relative.

83. learn sign language.

84. find myself a life theme song.

85. break one of my own bones, and get an awesome cast.

86. go a whole week without popping and part of my body (fingers, back, neck, toes ect...).

87. buy a jeep.

88. spend a week alone.

89. go parasailing.

90. learn how to throw a boomerang.

91. steal a "for sale" sign, from someone that I love who is moving away.

92. learn how to french braid hair.

93. go to a mall and not buy anything at all.

94. own a duck.

95. see one of my old elementary school teachers and recognize them..

96. find my long lost friends from my springville elementary school.

97. watch a super scary movie all the way through (without hiding behind pillows, people, ect..).

98. stand under a waterfall.

99. cover my whole driveway in chalk.

100. be 100% satisfied with life.