Senior Sam.

Senior. 
Senior Sam.
Holy moly.
This is the day.
Well.... actually tomorrow is the day.
Tomorrow I start school.
And I will "enjoy" all my classes.
Wanna hear my classes? ( In no particular order)

AP Psychology

Prostart ( Advanced foods) 

AP English Language

AP Art History

Physics

Lifetime Activities

Sociology

Debate (including team)

AP Calculus

And to top off with 

EARLY MORNING SEMINARY!

(Please remember I only have eight classes a semester. So thus some of these classes are only one semester long)

I know I know! 

Sam?! What are you doing to yourself?! How can you go on? 

Trust me, I'm sitting here in despair wondering why also.

But all of these classes are interesting to me. 

Except for AP Calc. That is stupid to me.

But what's not so stupid is if I pass I don't have to take any math in college. 

Holla!

Poor Bryce will never see me again.

I will be buried in my books until the moon rises on the 12th blue sun.  (Totally channeling my inner Native American for that sentence.)

So 

As I did last year I'm going to use my blog to procrastinate and write mindless things that somehow attracts people to read it. 

If you are reading this, you have fallen into my trap.

Muahaha.

But it's almost ten, and I have to wake up at five for...

EARLY MORNING SEMINARY!

(So trying to fake a happy attitude right now...) 

Woohoo!

woo!

wo...

w. :(

Pray for me. And my senior year.

I'll have an update tomorrow! 

Until then, look at this picture of my father being a bunny whisper.

Oh yeah.

I got a bunny!

Yippity Hippity!

See you tomorrow.

Dun Dun Dun.

-Senior Sam.

Welcome back.

Hola!

So glad I'm back,

And I hope you are also.

There are so many things that you and I need to discuss and I have all the time in the world to discuss it. Becauseee Bryce is out of town for a good week. So you and I will be getting to know each other a little better. 

Remember that young man that you and I found around October?

I then started to hang with him and eventually we went to a fancy dance and wore fancy clothes in January?

Well that boy and I still enjoy each other more than other human beings that live on this earth.

Well.

In this short amount of time that you have been gone. Or. I have been gone. A lot has happened. 

We took multiple pictures

with my phone.

Including 

this

one.

With his dear twin.

Jennifer.

Didn't know he had a twin did ya?

We went on a hike.

In the gully behind his brand new house.

I bought him this shirt.

In Moab.

Scroll down.

We went to the greatest little/not so little

town called 

Moab.

 

We had a blast.

My family are prestigious jeepers. 

And we thought we would let my dear boyfriend come with us down to Moab.

Before you judge me..

It wasn't scandalous in anyway possible.

He slept on a couch.

I slept in my room.

If you are thinking this is way weird please just stop.

It was my whole family that went down.

It wasn't anything crazy.

We were jeeping, getting dirty. I wasn't hot in anyway possible.

It was like camping. But not.

So don't judge us.

Please.

Anyways. It was so fun!

His family came down for the last day and whipped out their dirt bikes.

It was just grand.

I love jeeping.

And that green trucker hat that I'm sporting: totally made that. I know I know.

It's hot.

We went to a Jazz game.

Lower bowl.

All because we did my favorite thing in the world.

Bought clothes.

So we went to Fanzz.

Or whatever that dear sports store is.

And they gave us free tickets for being good lookin'

Kidding about that good looking part.

But not about the free tickets part.

I put his hair up cute like.

PS. My little sister Gracie in

the background makes this picture amazing.

I have officially changed my name to life size pillow.

This was after Bryce got his poor wisdom teeth removed.

Why would you want to get rid of wisdom? Especially in teeth.

Silly dentist. 

Speaking of wisdom teeth removal...

Trust me. Watch both of them.
It's so worth it.

Told you it was worth it.

You love me now don't you?

Bye Baby!

-Sammay.

I'm Not Dead. Yet.

Oh heavens.
Hello, my name is Sam. And I do not know if you remember me.
There is a slight possibility that you don't. And if that is the case,
Then throw me into the river and call me Donald. 
I am so sorry that I have been gone.
I had to do something for myself though. Not that this blog isn't for me. But I had to focus on my school work. I am so overly stressed that I feel as if I need to use the correct punctuation marks on my blog post. When, as you know, is never the circumstance. School has gotten to me. And I want to cry. Today is May 23rd. Only two more days til freedom and Summer. Yet, I feel like it is coming way to fast, and my days of fixing my grades are dwindling right in front of my "not so perfect without contacts" vision. I'm a junior in high school. Next year is it. That it. Senior year. Then they throw me into the real world and don't give me a second chance.
If you know any second grader that is willing to trade me lives please contact me at: 1800-helpsam. 


I seriously am so scared for the future.

Here are some things that you may have missed in my recent and long absence.

School. Well. You didn't really miss out on anything.
Prom.
Moab.

and honestly. That's about it.

I'm living a pretty busy life right now. But at the same time. I'm not really doing anything.

Right now. I have finals to study my head organ out on. ps. that's the brain.
So I just wrote this to tell you that I am alive.

I have many things to ramble on about. Waking up at 5 o'clock every morning. My new look. Bryce - yes dear bloggers, still going strong. My junior year. Summer jobs. Weight. And much more.

I PROMISE. I'll be back. I will.
In T-minus never really understood what that means. Do you? two days. I will be typing up a good o'e "I'm a teenage girl sarcastically talking about how usually great my life sometimes is" post.

In the mean time look at this picture of me and pray. Because dearies. I will not be this pretty for the next couple days of finals. My outer beauty is slowly dwindling as my eyes rest upon a new test. 

Oh. And on Saturday, I'll show you what I've been really looking like this week. Sheesh. Don't cry.

Tootles.
Mrs. Jean

Lovely Dancing #2

Lexi.

Sorry.

She won't stop saying that she isn't apart of my blog enough so. I added her into this one.

So about twoish. Maybe three. I have an extremely bad sense of time. Wait. 2012?.... kidding. Week ago I wrote Lovely Dancing #1. <----- Click it! But then come back and read this... So. I put all my pictures up from Preference, and now you want the whole story. Alright.

Friday. Approximately 5:30 pm.

We went to our high school's rivalry game. Woot woot we won. Whooped a freakin' do. I knew we were going to win so it wasn't a shock. Sure it was fun. Don't get me wrong I like school sport games. But when you are sitting next to somebody that has very stinky

[] arpits [] feet [] breath [x] all of the above mixed together

it just...

Stinks.

8:00 pm.

After the most amazing game ever sarcasm we went to the best place in the entire world. ENTIRE world. Nickle city. or. The nickle arcade. YES. I've probably discussed my obsession with this place. But I'm obsessed. 

It's this ghetto arcade with about a million nickle arcade games. I only play the ones where you have a one in a trillion chance in wining the jackpot by getting a ridiculously large ball into a a monster's mouth the size of a fingernail. It just never happens. But I am addicted. And I have gotten Bryce hooked on them also. Let's just get this clear. I am SO grateful my religion doesn't gamble. Or else I would be in the deepest doo doo ever. 

But this addiction got as 3,792 tickets.

3,792.

I'm so proud of us.

Here's how it worked.

I won jackpots.

So did Bryce.

Jackpots + Jackpots = A lot of Jackpots.

A lot of Jackpots = A lot of tickets.

A lot of tickets = 3,792 tickets.

3,732 tickets = :)

BUT.

I totally realized that was last time we went.

NOT for Preference. 

Ouch.

I was totally leading you astray.

Sorry...

That picture was from Preference though...

Wow. I feel bad...

So we did that.

And it was the best day date ever.

Day dates.

I don't understand them. 

I'm going to a nice formal dance with you. I don't want to spend my whole day/weekend with you!

Except for you Bryce. I spend most of my time with you. So our day date was fantastic. Don't get your panties in a wad! I hope you don't wear panties...

But really. 

I personally think they are a waste. If you are just going to the dance as friends or whatever. Why spend more money on your date. And don't make them sick of you! You can only tell them about your dead grandma's evil cat so many times! Just stop the madness.

But. This was the best day date. Because we did the best thing. And Bryce had the best date ever... Kidding. I'm not that full of it.

Saturday. 5:30 pm. 

Oh Goodness. 

I never knew a sister could take so many pictures.

I went to pick up Bryce at his house. *Remember this was a girls choice.*

And this was a family affair. Everyone was there. 

Well hello family!

I'm Sam. And I'm in this little tight black dress with red high heels and I'm going to take your son on a date...

Sheesh. 

I know his family so it was all good. 

But Bryce and I stood still for a good ten minutes. And his sister must have taken well over two hundred pictures of us. 90 % of them probably look identical to the one before it and after it. But it was all good, UNTIL.

I totally almost slipped. 

Twenty minutes with my heels on and I slip?!

So my heels had no grip on the bottom and they were like six inches high. So we were done with pictures, and we were walking towards the door. I stepped on the tile. BAM. All of the sudden I'm on one foot, and slowly falling to my death until my quick thinking and ninja like skills save me and I grab the table closest to me. I looked over. And most of the family, myself included had a stunned look on their face with their mouths wide open. Time froze. Whew. Dodged a bullet there.

So. That was that moment. 

We drove to dinner. In a freaking blizzard! 

A BLIZZARD!

Here I am. 

With perfectly straitened hair. 

A short dress.

Super high heels.

Kill me.

Kill me.

Kill me.

Honestly.

Really? Mother nature! I'll get back at you. I'll go litter or cut down a tree or something that will potentially harm you and all the baby animals that reside in your dirt and trees! 

I love how Utah had little to zero amounts of snow. And then... well little white pieces of heck rain down. ARGH.

Okay.

6:15 pm.

We went to PF Changs. SOOO good.

Soo good. 

I love food. Who doesn't I mean honestly? It's so amazing. 

Ah.

Two girls were stood up.

Kinda.

These boys didn't know were they live.

Really?

Bryce R. is the bestest in the whole world (Hack by Bryce)

Thanks for that Bryce...

Okay well so they didn't know where they lived.

So they were telling each other what street to turn on.

Dumb.

Dumb.

They finally met us at PF Changs. They weren't even worth all the trouble.

Poor girls.

I ordered all the food. Pretty much I should be a food critic or sometime amazingly delicious. MMM.

Oh. I almost forgot. Bryce and myself were the first ones to get there. You know how I nearly face planted it over at Bryce's house? well. I walked in to PF and the floors were tile. And there were people in every square inch of this place. All of them staring at me. A thousand beady eyes looking at my shoes to my face to my dress to my shoes again.

  I was slipping left and right. 

Round and round.

This is what I looked like.

AH.

I finally scooted myself over to the desk. Where I ran into it. 

You know when you are rollerblading/skating and you can't stop so you run into the poll as an attempt to slow yourself down?

Well I do.

That's how this went down at PF but I wasn't wearing 80's getup, I was wearing a dress. 

How awkward is that?

It was awesome!

Pretty much we ate a ton.

And that was it.

Other than the whole sliding around like a islander on ice.  

9:00ish.

The dance.

El Danco. Is that realo spanisho? Who knowso. Si, Io do believar ifo youo putar an o or ar on the endar of a wordo theno it's spanisho.

It was amazing.

I love dancing. because all I really do is jump around and sing at the top of my lungs.

And well who doesn't love that?

I love slow dancing.

LOVE IT.

Because I make Bryce twirl me around and prance. I just feel like a five year old princess. 

A princess being twirled 

by dearly cute prince.

Lovely love.

A fancy dress.

Glimmering lights.

And the atmosphere just dense

with love and butterflies.

Oh goodness.

Sometimes I just crack myself up.

So the dance in general was fun.

Until the very last song.

The second to last son was a slow song. So after that we left.

Little did I know the ground was wet.

And little did my body hit the ground softly.

RIGHT in front of the door, RIGHT in front of people, RIGHT in the only light in the whole stinking room.

I sat there. Wondering how in the heck I managed to only "slide" by not falling on my face. get it..? And yet at the very end of the night I fell. 

Oh well. 

So that was that. 

And people laughed.

And so did I. Because well. Hey. A tall blonde girl falling is funny. Right?

I just love dances. 

And I had the best date.

So that is it.

IT'S SO FLUFFY!

-Girl on my butt.

Moving.

My family has taken a new step.

A "skip" has been added to our step you may say. 

It will change our lives forever.

I, Samantha Jean, am moving my 

messy self, along with my messy personality,

and my messy clothes/make-up/papers/bed/life; 

downstairs into the newly finished basement.

To corrupt the currently clean basement 

into a hole of disastrous Samminess. 

Actually.

My mother would 

rip off my face and verbally assault me if I did such actions expressed in the previous paragraph.

I hope you got the reference from The Bachelor.

As a side note: I know a couple of you are waiting for the Preference #2.

Just wait. I'll write it. And if I don't, you can join in my mother with the ripping and assaulting. 

Anyways....

So we moved into my house about 6ish years ago.

And we haven't had a need for a basement, because everyone has their own room. And people don't like us so they never stay at our house. I'm kidding mother. People do like us. It's just, we are an acquired taste, our family is. We are a little.... out there. I've told you. My mother loves color and pain and stuff. And after our basement has been added we now have, let me count. 17. Yes. 17 different colors on our walls. And most of these are whole rooms. So that is why we don't need an extra guest room. Because our colorful house intimidates them.  So we haven't needed the room. But now my parents decided a year, A YEAR! before I go to college that we need a basement. Sheesh. Oh well. I'm grateful.

So I got to decide what color I wanted to paint my new room.

I've concidered all the previous colors my rooms have been.

• Lime Green and Neon Orange.
• Orange and Brown.
• Neon burn your eyes out Green.

So. 

I've noticed a pattern. Most of them are bright, and loud. 

So I went with the last color people expected. 

Grey.

I know!

So anyways. It's grey, and I'm getting a ton of antique/vintage stuff. And I'm super psyched. 

Yesterday I was supposed to move things from my room on the top floor into my new room in the basement. 

Here is what I accomplished. 

Yup.
And those are the most important things.
And for those of you who are wondering what a Personal Progress is, well, then click personal progress.
And Yes.
I am Mormon.


Now that we got the covered.
I just wanted to let you know how perfectly wonderful life is right now.
But I'm tired.
So I'm going to go to bed.

Night!
-Mover.