Fish Tales

I must tell the story of my fishes' tragic demise. My poor fish, Oscar and John Doe (formally known as Charlie), died suddenly Friday evening. I tried to clean their tank, and they both went belly up in the process. I had Oscar since February. My poor, fat fish..

After my scarring experience, I decided I would invest in a more durable, "hardy" fish. Yes, my dear non-existent audience, I got a betta.

I went on quite the adventure to find the perfect betta. While at Walmart on Friday, I had looked at the bettas (that was before my fish tragically died). They had three brilliant red males.

I started my search early Saturday evening. Andrew (my good friend and fellow adventurer) started at Petco (where the pets go!). It took awhile to find it due to the fact that neither of us knew if it was in East Bay or on State St. When we did finally find it, we got a very good education on bettas, a betta care sheet, and an unexpected call from my father telling me I had to go home because I had locked him out. So there we were, in the midst of making an important fish decision, and I had to go home--fishless.

We finally made it home, let my father and brother in, and took my brother to his swim party. After that, it was off to Walmart. Petco had a outrageous lack of brilliant red bettas that I had seen at Walmart, but upon arriving at Walmart, we found that they only had female bettas left! Frustrated, Andrew and I left for home.

To my delight, Andrew decided we should go to Petsmart to look for bettas. To our dismay, they only had two Crowntail Bettas. So, it was off to Petco again.

At Petco they had a large array of bettas, but no brilliant red ones. It was very frustrating, but, after looking through all of the fish, I finally decided on a brilliant blue betta. The entire way back from Orem, Andrew and I brainstormed all of the names we could possibly think of. We narrowed it down to two. Andrew wanted Bently, and I wanted Damien. I finally won (seeing as it's my fish).

Damien the betta is a fantastic new addition to our family.

Girls & Furry Friends

This is the wonderfully silly song the YCLs (Kenna, Kajsia, Bailey, and I) sang for girls camp.

Earth, wind, fire, ice.
I must always strive to be nice.
I am just a girl.
I am not a boy.
And when I do the right thing
I play with my toy

I love girls camp. It is the very best.
It is so so so so much better, then the best.

Chorus:
Girls camp is good!
We get to eat food!
We are nice to the animals;
We are never rude.
Girls camp is fun!
Don't want to go home.
'Cause with all you hear and my furry friends
I know I'm never
Alone.

I love hiking, just not when it's hot.
So lets all hope it's
Not that hot.
I love our leaders, and also YCLs.
If they weren't here, camp wouldn't go to well
NO SIR!

I love girls camp. It is the very best.
It is so so so so much better, then the best.

Chorus


Our song was a hit. Kenna played guitar, I signed, we all echoed "ICE" throughout the whole thing, and we all sang the last chorus in monotone. Joyous occasion.

Things I Think About..

My chemistry teacher lied. He said that only nerds work in labs. I am pleased to report (to my non-existing audience) that after a few weeks of considering the possibility, I have come to the conclusion that he was indeed, wrong. One of the hottest guys works in my lab. To bad I work at BYU. That means that the youngest he could possibly be is 21. Oh joy..

Small and Simple Summer

The sweet smell of rain

and the cold touch of wet grass

on bare feet.

Watching a small plant

grow and finally burst forth

its first bloom.

The loud, rhythmic sound of a

lawn mower.

The soft wisp of a startled

sparrow taking flight.

Coming in from a hot day

and feeling the cold

air on your sun baked body.

The rush of a sudden breeze

whipping your limp hair

from your face.

The whizz of bike wheels

as a child speeds up to catch

friends ahead.

The cool, drippy popsicle

that parches even the most

dry of mouths.

Waking up late and,

knowing you have no where to

go or be,

turning over and

drifting back to my favorite

place--dream land.

The best of all these great things:

being with those

that you care for most.

Family and Friends.

You Know It's Summer..

You know it's summer when your mother makes you get up at six to sell some old junk at a yard sale. It was definitely NOT my idea of fun on a saturday morning--it sets my entire day back. Twelve hours later, all I have done is eat breakfast and sleep! I still need to shower AND clean AND I need to do that before I do anything else tonight. Why can't everyone run on the same internal clock as me?

Flashback

Open on a typical, spring walk in the park. The birds are singing, bees buzzing, and I'm sitting on the edge of the abnormally high Hobble Creek with one of my best buddies, Andrew. Silly Andrew: monotone voice and exceptionally funny and unexpected comments. We had just finished talking about something, I don't recall what, and were sitting silently listening to the river when Andrew suddenly says, "Is that a BEAVER?"
You can never tell when Andrew is being serious or kidding, so I start to teasingly say no when I look up to see a mass of fur dip back into the river. It WAS a beaver!!
When we were younger, we used to tease our friend Marie Terry and tell her there was a beaver living in the Hobble Creek. She was always terrified. Turns out, we were right...

Summer Days

Summer days are filled with outdoor activities. Among those is yard work--weeding. I did that today. I helped clean up Spring Creek Park for THREE HOURS! Actually, it was about an hour. After that Julie and I got bored and made dandelion crowns, drooled and the indescribably hot Chase, and then left early. I think it was a fine day to make up three hours of detention.

And So It Continues...

Finally, after serious writers block, a few bad dates, some hurdle incidents, an unhealthy amount of running, and some comfort food, I am back. I have returned to write more blog posts about funny nothings and complaints to my non-existent audience. This post, though, is neither of those. This post is going to be my ticket to stardom. I am, for the first time ever, publishing my very first song (only because it was required of Mr. Frewin) written for the guitar.

*Ahem*
A7          D7              A7          A7
That boy over there... is such a show off.
D7          D7             A7          A7
That boy over there... is SUCH a show off.
E7          D7             A7         E7
Sometimes I want to scream F OFF!

(Note: the last line was changed to I've had e-noff to satisfy a larger range of listeners and to satisfy my religious beliefs)

I'll see you all on the top of the charts in a few years ;)

About That...

I know I haven't posted in awhile, but really, I've been quite busy in my uber popular life. Just kidding. I've mostly just been chilling with my colorblind/narcoleptic friend and my other extremely blonde brunette friend.
Out of all of my experiences last week (from 'Orange you glad I asked you to Preference" to "He likes me??"), there is one in particular that stands out in my mind.
On friday I went on a date with my French friend from Timp View. We had a fun filled evening of ice skating and Olive Garden planned. It fell just short of disaster.
My friend drives a red bug and is, from my point of view, just a hair shorter (thought he claims otherwise). Coming to pick me up was the first time he's ever been to my house, so, shortly after seven he calls me to make sure he's in the right place. I tell him what's out front and it turns out he's parked in front of the right house, so I hang up.
TEN MINUTES LATER: I receive a text: Should I come to the door?
Well duh!
DING DONG. My dad greets him, teases him lightly about his car, and asks what time I'll be home. My date nervously spits out a time and we walk out the door.
We get to his car and he starts to get in the car. I wait by the passenger side door. "Oh..." Come on...be a gentleman! You're French for goodness sake!!
Finally we're in the car. Do we leave? NO! He finishes up a text and then starts messing with his bluetooth. he apologizes for the wait and finally some music comes on...slow...boring...music.
After driving around for an hour and a half playing (the other couple thought there was no way into the skate rink when really there was) and playing sex (I got him all the way down to his pants and he got nothing on me!), we finally got the the skate rink. No, it was not closed. The other couple just didn't have enough sense to follow the DETOUR signs.
Skating was fun. I took the first half hour holding onto the edge and nearly swearing trying to get into the groove of things (the grippy things kept tripping me!), but finally we were skating around having a merry, old time!
After that we went to Olive Garden. There I found out that the my date's friend (the other guy in our double) was a druggy that's pretty much snuffed everything known to man. I also learned that Catholics don't eat meat on Friday and that apparently fish is NOT meat.
While waiting for our food (which, by the way, took over an hour to get to us), my date and his friend started talking in French and playing a game that I assume was inappropriate for they refused to tell us about.
After that he took me home--a half hour late. At least he walked me to the door.
Ya, I had fun, he's fun to talk to, but mostly it was a disaster. Where's the chivalry??

My Favorite Things

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings

These are a few of my favorite things

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things

When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad

While all those are pretty nice, there are a few, substantial things that song is missing..

MY FAVORITE THINGS:

Sweat Pants: All the comfort of pj pants without the laziness.

Socks: They keep my toesies warm!

The Skinny Jean Dance: There's no other way to put on a good pair.

Bottomless Bags: Don't you just love those bags that EVERYTHING fits in? You go to the movie theater, sit down, and out pops a soda, popcorn, chips, and a candy bar--for you and four friends!!

Gym Bags: I'm an athlete. It's a necessity.

Chocolate Milk: Perfect for after practice!

Water: Refreshing!

Goldfish Crackers: The OFFICIAL Track Snack.

Sports Bras: Extra support without the obnoxious straps!

Bathrobes: It's a blanket..with SLEEVES!

Dogs: Nothing like coming home to a happy, slobbery face!

The Smell of Rain: We all love it.

The Smell of a Wet Track: Just as good as rain, but with the homey, sweaty smell of the track that I love.

When it's snowy and overcast at night and everything has that bright look about it, like the sun never set.

Dancing in the Rain: Makes getting wet a whole lot funnier.

Sitting by a warm fire when it's raining.

Those moments when silence says everything you can't.

When boys have pretty eyes: It makes them all the more attractive.

When boys have hot smiles: See above.

Seeing someone genuinely smile: I love making people happy.

Blankets and Fluffy Pillows: There's nothing better when you're sad or cold.

Bubble Baths: Makes a bad day so much better.

Hot Showers: The best part of waking up!

Fish: Random, but I LOVE watching them swim.

Stretching: It feels so good at any time of day, but especially when you are tired.

Massages: Best feeling ever. End of story.

Hair Ties: Every girl's best friend!

Cell Phone: You knew it was coming. It's how I stay current!

iPod: No one that's human can live without one.

Spikes: Runners know how important (and awesome looking) these shoes are.

Four Wheel Drive: So helpful in the snow!

Mud: I'm sorry, but it's just plain fun. Yes, it's a pain sometimes, but when you want to get dirty, it's fun.

Computers: They make life so much easier.

Mechanical Pencils: To get the same effect, you'd have to sharpen a normal pencil every 30 seconds!

Toast: I love toast. Love. So many options--cinnamon, honey, butter, jam, jelly, avocado...

Music: It makes my life move!
Boxers: They're SO comfy! And as a bonus, they come with awesome patterns and stuff on them! Why can't girl underwear be that cool?

Tampons: No one likes pads! Yuck!

Spandex: My new love. You can walk around in your underwear and no one thinks twice about it! It's shorts AND underwear at the same time! And they don't give you a wedgie, but I wouldn't suggest wearing them with skinny jeans.

And last of all, Hugs: They are my favorite. Nothing better than a big hug from a good friend (or an awkward hug from someone random) to make your day!!

These are a few of my favorite things!!

Awkward Moments

We all know them. That silent moment after someone says (or doesn't say) something. My life is full of those moments, but, unlike most of the population, I have learned to deal with them. They're now my favorite moments in the day. It's always fun to look back on awkward moments...and just laugh.

In the Bathroom:
*Julie goes into stall*
Handicapped Girl *knocking on door* "Does your toilet need to be flushed, Miss?"
Julie: "No...."
Girl: "Are you sure? Did you check?"

*Toilet Flushes*
Me: "NO!! I WASN'T FINISHED!!"

At Track:
Daniel: "Coach, I'm taking Hannah home."
Coach: "Does your mother know?"
Daniel: "Wha--Oh! COACH! NO! NOT LIKE THAT!!"

Long Jump Coach: "Get DIRTY Hannah!"

Lauren: "I think super defined abs on a girl are gross!"
Long Jump Coach: "NOT EVEN!"

Basic Truths

I find it quite odd that I have the desire to write a length monologue when I know that no one will probably ever read it. It also seems strange that this moment, when I sit down and write to my audience of zero, is what I have been looking forward to all day.

Being a teenager in this modern world, I am quite blessed to have learned some truths. These truths should be extremely obvious to anyone who is breathing, but not everyone seems to fully realize what I have come to realize in my short, sixteen years of life. So, alas, I must lay them out in plain English for all of you less observant people. Please, please, please listen and most importantly learn from what I am about to tell you. It may be shocking.

Basic Truths as told by a Normal, Invisible Girl

1. Bathrooms stink: This one is the very basic of my truths. It should be quite obvious, but it seems the first words out of a person's mouth when walking into the restroom is something along the lines of, "Holy COW! It STINKS in here!" Whoa, really? You don't say? Do I have to remind you that this just happens to be a bathroom. What'd you expect  it to smell like? Bath and Body Works?

2. More straws does not make drinking easier: Okay, I admit that most people don't know this one. It's not that obvious, but I promise you, more straws is NOT a good idea. My dear friend Austin tried Tuesday. He tried to use ten or fifteen straws to drink his frosty. I don't think he ever got a taste. It looked almost painful.

3. The last piece of gum is always the hardest to hold on to: It's true. You know as soon as you pull out your pack of gum and you see that there's only one piece left, you're going to have to fight for it. The person closest to you always asks as soon as they see it, "Hey, can I have some gum?" It's my last piece. "...Can I have some gum?" ... NO! Also, as soon as you take it out of the pack, all the forces of nature suddenly conspire against you. If I'm in the car, it slips into that little crack between the seat. You know, the one your hand is just barely to big to fit down? Yep. If I'm walking somewhere or just standing around, somehow that little piece manages to slip out of my fingers and fall on the ground, usually falling into some gutter or getting stepped on. The odd thing is, even if I drop that last piece, I eat it. Gross, but that was my last piece.

4. Talking and texting are NOT interchangeable: While you can text what you talk, you can't talk what you text. There is no way I'm sitting down next to that guy I text from math class and saying, "Hey studly ;)". I'm sorry, but that's not happening, enough said.

5. Never trust your dad with your laundry: My jacket is ruined. It's very cold. That's all I have to say on the matter.

I hope your lives, dear nonexistent readers, is forever bettered by my life changing truths. I'm always willing to lend my vast knowledge.

The Begining

After an entire day of being stuck in bed, sick, and being driven nearly mad with lack of things to do to procrastinate the more important things in my life-like my book report, overdue essay, four math assignments, and guitar practice-I have decided to start a blog.
This blog serves as a half journal and half procrastiation tool-for facebook no longer does the trick. My blog also serves as another device to further humiliate me and my close friends by allowing me to post our crazy and idiotic adventures on the internet for all who care-and don't care-to see. Enjoy.