of yellow shirts and such

And now it's all over and I think I am going to miss it all. For so long I had been craving summer. Every fourth period was spent looking at the clock and hoping it would end. For so long I would smell paint and remember the night that I painted my house in the summer. Every journal entry was reminiscing about the summer. Every 11:11 or 7:56 I would wish for the stars to come back out so I could make wishes on them (everyone knows that stars are much more effective when wishing on important things). 


Honestly, school, I'm going to miss you. I dreaded school before it started. But it slowly got better. I cried myself to sleep the night before school started- and a few nights before that. And like having to talk in front of my class or in sacrament meeting, every time someone mentioned Lone Peak I wanted to puke.

But then I realized something. 

The boys in high school are hotter than the boys in Jr. High.

Well, this made things much more entertaining for my friends and I. I realized another thing.

When things suck, I can just read.

I found out that all those losers in the back who just read the whole time are not really in the back at all but where ever there book is. Yes, I was pretty much furious when I found out that they were all keeping this secret from me -and if ya know me, I must know all secrets.

And yet again, I realized another thing that my Self never bothered to tell me.

I could very well have the worst 'plans' and I'm the most awkward person in the world.

Oh no, not a soul- not even my own- cared to tell me that important information. Rubbing people's arms, accidentally spanking that girl's butt. Oh, don't forget that man's thigh! And my crazy dreams that I tell people they're in. Also, forgetting to keep the whole yes-I-stalk-you-on-facebook thing a secret. I have humiliated myself a number of times and I am sure I just awkward-ed people out of their minds... or at least out of my life.

But just one more thing that I was unaware of when I started this whole coming-to-high-school business.

I was going to miss it.

Nobody warned me about these things called 'friends' or 'teachers' or 'rockin seminary classes' or 'crazy kids named Matt'. Not even the 80's music playing in the halls or boys with yellow shirts was mentioned. Nope, don't know why I wasn't informed about all those dangerous things blocking my summer path. Hm... how 'bout a dumb metaphor? They're like those orange cones in the middle of the road... except they move. Like in Toy Story! So, basically, I was bombarded with a ton of toys hiding under caution cones as I headed down the hallways. And it's dangerous for this summer lovin', summer missin', summer cravin' girl, you know?

And would you like to know something even worse? I now smell paint and remember that Lone Peak's halls are always being painted.

now we're back to the beginning. it's just a feeling that no one knows yet.

Happy

Got my dreams, got my life, got my love

Got my friends, got the sunshine above

Why am I making this hard on myself

When there’s so many beautiful reasons I have to be happy

Shake the Dust by Anis Mojgani

got to be good lookin' cuz he's so hard to see.

Add to Summer list: Send a message in a bottle

"Alice, where are you going?!" "Upstairs to take a bath!"

Because We Can

What if I cut my hair this short and dyed it like... Red-ish?

with drops of Jupiter in her hair

 

Now that she's back in the atmosphere

With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey

She acts like summer and walks like rain

Reminds me that there's time to change, hey, hey

Since the return from her stay on the moon

She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey

My mother just said this to my brother, and I quote, "you need to stop wearing shoes." and now, I am finally convinced that she is my real mother. I've never been more proud of her. Ah, she's just growin' up so fast.

So, I was at the Highland library (it doesn't actually have the decency to be called a library- I have more books then them losers!) and this little group of scouts were sitting behind me and there was one boy little boy... he was sitting in a couch chair, away from the group, and he was reading a book instead of hearing about how to do something scout-ish. I was very intrigued by this kid and, if I knew who he was, I'd stalk him every once in a while and see what he grows up to be. It's all very exciting, isn't it? I know he'd be a good kid who reads all through his classes, who likes to read rather than talk sometimes. I just know he would be full of ideas.

My mother just told me that, oh yes, 'and I quote', "You know who you remind me of, Brynnie? The girl from Ever After." Man, am I just lovin' my mother even more? The part of Danielle from Ever After that is most like me is when she freaks out at Marguerite and punches her in the face. Yup, well, and the swimming part in the water. But I could never lie to Henry that long cause... I'm not the greatest at keeping secrets... right, guys?

 "How do you do it?" 

"What?" 

"Live each day with this kind of passion. Don't you find it exhausting?" 

"Only when I am around you. Why do you like to irritate me so?"

"Why do you rise to the occasion?"