I've had the most romantic of days. It's been awfully wonderful. Bicycles are the most romantic things! My Kumquats and I have been on such lovely rides on our bicycles and such lovely walks as well. My bosom friend Maddiey and I walked to the antique shop across from the AF rec center, Star Mill, today. It only took us about an hour to get there and it was such nice weather! It was so very exciting. A party and a half?

Would you like to know one more exciting thing? I'm cutting my hair off tomorrow.

all the styrofoam began to melt away

M'dear friend Maddiey Beardall found this old post that was deleted on accident. Vankyou Vankyou Vankyou, Miss Maddiey McGorgeous for finding this (you're in it P.S. Just in case you didn't realize).

You'll come back when it's over. No need to say goodbye.

If I wasn't so sensitive...

I'd probably listen to songs that are from my summer.

And those songs that are slow and sad. I'd be able to listen to them too.

But just because they can't feel it too.

I'd be able to go to Afrelle with out a single tear accompanying me.

I'd survive everything with out crying.
I could go on vacations and not miss my friends.

 It started out as a feeling.

I wouldn't get so offended by everything people said... or didn't say.
The words "had to be there" wouldn't make me cry... I seem to never have been there.
No one would make fun of me.

Turned into a quiet word.

Hearing a big sister cry wouldn't make me cry too.

Looking through the window well at a best friend cry would not affect me either. 

Pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light.

I'd still be able to breathe and see a shooting star at the same time.

Just because everything's changing doesn't mean it's never been this way before.

I would have no trouble changing to my new Self... whom I like better. She kinda has an opinion now.

Change would not be my biggest fear.

All you can do is try to know who your friends are.

I'd tell Tommy that I don't fully have a bad case of ward-itis anymore.

I could tell him that, although I am cured of the ward-itis, I still have the best ward (yes, it's better than yours). 

Let your memories grow stronger and stronger til they're before your eyes.

I'd tell my Self that I've grown up before so there's no need to be afraid.

I could remind my Self that I didn't die last time... I'm not gonna die this time.

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

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?