Gross Post.

Finals are over.

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.

My life is back.

No.

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. 

BUT.

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 A MALE. STOP READING RIGHT NOW.

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

Just stop right now.

I WARNED YOU!

Dear women:
I hate periods.
HATE THEM.
No no. I don't hate periods. They'll let me have babies later in life.
But I hate their dearest companion.
Cramps.
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?...
-Female.

Hot mess.

Migraines. Love them. For all of you lucky souls that have never experienced them, curse you! All of seventh grade I had them. I missed almost all of third and fourth..What is that word. Half of a semester? I'm literally sitting here, trying to figure this out. Oh wow. I'm embarrassed. I could have just stopped typing, and made you thought that I knew what it is called. But I'm going to be true to you and your mom. TERM! finally.

Anyways...

I missed a lot of school because of these constant migraines. Migraines are pretty much headaches on steroids. They are the most dreadful feeling in the entire world. And makes you want to puke.

This morning.

Whaa Whaa Whaa. My alarm goes off, causing me to wake up from a truly fantastic dream. (Yes, my alarm does sound like that.) My alarm clock is at the foot of my bed, resulting in me leaping on top of it and bitterly pressing the snooze button. BAM. It hit me. After gaining conciseness, my body decided to remind me that I had a migraine. Instead of the sandman who whisks me away to dreamland I get good ole' Migraineman, aka. Satan who makes my veins swell and my head to pound. I roll off of my bed and into the shower. At this point there was no turning back. The shower was on, and I was in it. I had to quickly take a shower, but I felt like everything was in motion. And when I would reach for the shampoo I was actually grabbing that little ball thing. You know that thing with the fabric all bunched up and ahh.. never mind. Well anyways. I grabbed that thing. It was like I was old and on drugs. So I got out of the shower. Got dressed went to downstairs to my parents room. Complained to my mom. Laid down on her bed and was out in a matter of seconds. I woke up, my mom was gone and it was noon. Hallelujah my migraine was gone. I went to school looking like a freakin babe. Let me tell ya.

So that is what I looked like today. Babe status right there. Good thing I don't really care about boys and such. Or else I would be extremely embarrassed. Ps. look at my feet, they are probably whiter than a dentist's teeth.

You should all be jealous of what I looked like today. I mean honestly.

Headband/head wrap thing.

Not sure what to call it. Some people actually think it is a bandage. It's pink! Silly. It just covers up my hair, in order to make it look like less of a mess. But really you know the truth of what is going down under the headband... Chaos. If I took that off, and took out my ponytail all hell would brake loose. I don't just have bed hair, I have bed head. Yes, there is a difference.

Lucky Shirt.

Good things happen when I wear this shirt. I still just have to figure out what that is...

anyways. It's a freakin unreal shirt. I mean look at it! You want to be me.

Jeggings.

Fake jeans. Jeans + Leggings = Jeggings or Leans.... Synthetic tubes in which I force my legs into in order to have the illusion of a ridiculously pair of tight jeans. But in reality, these have become loose, so they lower their status to regular skinny jeans.

Toms.

These rare toms have a hole in the right toe. (I don't know if they are really rare, I doubt they are, but I have never seen another person with them) An extraordinarily comfortable pair of canvas slippers that offer little to none arch support. They are also high end Kung-Fu slippers. They are favorites among people who want to be "hipsters" and yet still kick butt with their awesome Kung-Fu skills.

So yes.

Pretty much I was the epitome of a hot mess.

Cya L8TR

-Sam "Saggie Jeans"

The ugly one in the corner.

This raccoon and I have something in common.

Can you guess it?

The dark spots under our eyes would be the correct answer.

I think high-school is going to be the death of me. *correction* AP Biology, Chemistry, Honors English 11, and Pre Calculus will be the slow excruciating death of me. I don't think I've ever been more tired. Not even when I had that atrocious illness called Mono.

Yesterday I went to the Developmental Center. Can I say how much a ADORE these people? I've been there for about a month, and I already know how amazing and inspirational they are. I will talk to them and my heart aches because of how much I love them.

David. Oh man. Even the thought of him makes me smile. He loves touch, because he is half blind, so touch him for a minute and he will never let go. I wish I could show you how he dances in his wheel chair. It's so darn cute. He puts his hands up next to his face, closes his eyes, sticks out his lips, and moves his head to the left and right.

I bet you are doing that right now. Aren't you?

So the Developmental Center was great. But I got home and did homework, and a whole lot of it. About five hours. Which is NOT including the stuff I did before I left to the DC. the consequence of the choice of being a good student ? I almost fell asleep multiple times in every single class, including lunch. Doesn't sound like a good student does it? Don't worry I am. Or. Not. Maybe I'm just good at sweet talking my teachers. Booyah.

I think this is some sort of disease that comes along with being a teenager:

Endless desire to sleep.

So me.

Being so tired. I took a nap.

Resulting in : Dark circles under my eyes (isn't sleep supposed to fix this?!), the epitome of bed head, and my eye make up covering my entire face.

This is not a good look. For anyone. Not even my Grandma.

And trust me. I have a hot grandma.

Think of Lindsay Lohan, when she is her "I'm going to get drunk and go to jail, not so hot" look. And you will find a better looking me.

Stupid sleep. Why do you do this to me?!

Is this meant to be a love-hate relationship?

I love you, but all you do is torment me with dreams about mutant babies and never-ending car trips; then you make me look like a raccoon.

And a raccoon is not very appealing to most people.

Unless that person is a raccoon, then things would just get awkward and go downhill from there...

Like a fat girl at a dodge ball game, I'm out!-

Spammer.

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. ;)

Hello Blog (:

So I'm writing this blog. I wouldn't say it is for fun. Probably because I don't really write in a journal or diary everyday, and maybe i can just count this. I live in Utah, a state everybody hates except for myself. I personally love Utah, and wouldn't change anything about it. This IS the place. Yes. I am a sheltered child. And i love it. I live in a great neighborhood, where there are great people, and not that much to talk about. There isn't that much excitement, unless somebody new moves in. And sometimes i have to feel bad for the newcomers, because they are bombarded with brownies and jell-Os's of all kinds. I go to a Jr. High filled with gossip and trends. I don't really enjoy school, but I like to learn. If i didn't have to learn in an environment that smelled like B.O. and old grouchy teachers, then maybe i would like going just a little bit more. One thing that i hate is math, I'm good at it, and i can understand it quickly but i personally hate it. All of my previous math teachers have expressed that you use math in your everyday life. But I find no need for it until you are a parent and have to teach your children, and they will grow up and teach their children. It is just a never-ending circle of equations and triangles. If it wasn't for the social part of school, i think i would go absolutely insane. I love those five minutes between class when you bump into a friend and talk for a few short minutes that pass way to quickly. Our school only has lunch for 25 minutes, which i think is absolutely ridiculous. If you buy a lunch at school you are usually in line for about 10-15 minutes, and then you have to shove down your food while having some sort of social life in 10 minutes. Since im talking about school i may want to do my homework.....