1,000 lbs of Panda Express and a Frosty

Tonight my lovely A Capella choir sang with William Joseph.
William Joseph is a pianist. He's very attractive, LDS, married, and has like 3 kids. No big.
We sang a song that he composed. It was for a political fundraiser or SOMETHING.
I think the experience was supposed to be a lot cooler than it was. I'm pretty sure we sounded really bad and there definitely were only like 20 people for us to sing to. But what the hay. Free trip to SLC? I'll take it.
It was a very interesting trip, however. Being a senior is still so weird to me. And sometimes you feel like a major loser when you sit by yourself on the bus to and from SLC and just listen to podcasts on your iPod about how they're trying to make an elevator from here to space....
ANYWAY. The plus side to having no friends (we see this evidence from sitting by myself like a loser as aforesaid) is that you get to hop around to different groups and meet all sorts of different people. For instance, today I learned that Martin likes to fly, Avi's middle name is Django, Sam plays tennis, Megan dances, Miranda's cheek turns red whenever she eats fruit...the list goes on and on!
But the downside to this is that you get to know everyone's DRAMA!! Everywhere I went there was a different situation, a different obstacle course. It was so very awkward to only be able to say certain things to certain people.
This person was mad at this person but really they weren't mad at each other at all, and her best friend likes the boy she likes, and she just broke up with her boyfriend, and blah blah blah blah blah.
I LOVE people.
And I love listening. But I never realized just HOW much was going on around me.
NEWS FLASH. The world doesn't revolve around me. *GASP*

Anyway, it's whatever. I'm just so very very very glad that the drama is not about me this time!! Knock on wood? WHATEVER.

After singing and avoiding walking on eggshells, we went home. But for some reason we had to stop for dinner. At 10:00 at night. I would have rather died. But we stopped. And I ate Panda Express. I hate Panda Express. It always makes me sick. So basically the ride home was spent praying that I wouldn't barf on all the lovely people. I didn't barf.
But now I'm home and I kind of wish I would barf so I don't have to go to the choir car wash tomorrow. I can only take these people in small incraments of time.
YOLO.

And now, enjoy this picture of my good friend Eva who decided that she would be all smartical and not take choir so I have to suffer by myself. The nerve. Playing boggle by yourself is no fun Eva. No fun at all.

So uh....yeah. Have a good night!

Blog?

I obviously haven't blogged for awhile. Through a series of events...I really started to question my motives for blogging. Why do I even blog? I originally started a blog to help my family keep up with my life. I'm the youngest of 8, and sometimes having to call everyone to tell them how my first day of school went can be a little draining. Here I could type it once and life would be good. 
It was only last year that I really started to love blogging. I blogged consistently and it was so much fun. But somewhere along the line, I became painstakingly aware of my readers and suddenly wanted to cater to them. If I wanted to impress you, I'd do it on my blog. If I wanted to make you feel bad, I'd probably try to fit it in the blog post somewhere. 
The thing is, these emotions that I wanted to get out by writing them down, were too private for a blog and so not only were my posts confusing and lame, but I just sounded like a moody, bratty, teenage girl. (But let's be honest...I kind of am one.)
And that, my dearest friends, is why I have a journal. That is just for me and my feelings. 
BUT this blog is just for me too. If you have a problem with what you read here, then stop reading. I am not here to please a crowd of viewers.
I'm a little conflicted. Not sure if I should make my blog private or not, and wondering what I am to post about. 

Anyway...it may take awhile for me to feel comfortable with this keyboard again, but for now, I pose this question to YOU.
 Why do YOU blog?
Please comment below and let me know. I'm a curious cat. So please, indulge me. 

Word Barf.

I told myself I only had 10 minutes to come up with this post. But by giving myself ONLY 10 minutes, I suddenly don't remember what I had to say.
Maybe that's the problem. I take too long thinking about what I want to say instead of actually saying what I think or what I feel.
Mr. Downs made me cry today. I think I got in a fight with him. Well first I was so embarrassed because I spelled ANTITHESIS wrong on a handout that was supposed to go to every person in the class. And then my example didn't work. And then he said that I looked at the book and not my notes which made me very upset because I'm NOT a liar and it wasn't until after we'd had our back and forth banter that I realized we'd actually kind of had a hissy fit and realized that probably the whole class felt awkward and then I felt stupid because I'd already made a fool of myself enough for one day. So then he kept me after class and told me that I was on his list of favorite people in the world and then....I went to choir. And Mr. Keyes wouldn't go over the soprano part because we should have known it and I suddenly felt responsible for every single soprano. And I felt like a failure.
And Brother Carter is gone. He didn't even get to say goodbye and just when I was liking Seminary again, that luxury is ripped from my hands because nothing in this life gets to be easy. Ever. And sometimes I hate that. And Brother Means is nice...but...he's still a new teacher and it's a little hard.
Then in drama I went crazy and I am so worried about impressing people and worried about what they think of me.
And my senior pictures will never be what I want them to be so I might as well give up on ever liking any picture that is taken of me. Either that or undergo massive amounts of plastic surgery. Hey world. Just be confident with your image and then you won't end up like me.
I wish I could be a little more like Emilee Keele.

...If you made it through this post..I definitely owe you cookies.
My 10 minutes is up.