Most Embarrassing Day EVER

OH. MY. GOODNESS. GRACIOUS.
Not YOUR goodness gracious.
MINE.
Lol.

ANYWAY, basically I just had two of the most embarrassing days of my life in a row. And I'm sure I'll have more to come. But point being, I just had two very embarrassing days.

Yesterday in Portland before we went to see Billy Elliot on broadway at the Keller Auditorium (which, by the way, was amazing, but I don't think I'll ever see it again due to strong language), we went to Quiznos for dinner. The lady behind the counter, while making a sandwich, dropped her sauce bottle and it squirted all over my sleeve. I felt bad for her because she was probably already embarrassed about dropping the dumb thing, so I hid my arm until I cleaned it off. It left a huge wet spot on the side of it for like an hour. That's just the beginning.

So as I walked down the aisle thing, I reached out to get a lifewater thing. As I grabbed it, it slipped out of my hands. I've dropped those things before and they are pretty durable. However, this one decided to have a cap that decided to break in half and let the drink spill all over the floor. And at a loss for words as I rushed to pick it up I said, "I guess I'm buying this." OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS. So I didn't know what to do! I didn't want to leave it there, but it's not like I had a mop in my handy dandy purse. It's not THAT big. So I left it. I'm sure they saw it and would clean it up.

As we were paying, I said something, and I don't remember what I said. The important part of that detail is that in saying whatever I said, I spit! Again I will say, OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS! How embarrassing. So I just pretended it didn't happen and took my food. UGH.

Not to mention that this whole time there were probably twenty people in the place.

Oh. My. Goodness. Gracious.

And I'm not even going to TOUCH on today because it's a really really really long story and I don't have time but point being, IT WAS EMBARRASSING. Case closed.

Lol, you know, Case, like my brother. haha.

I need to buy a better sense of humor. My jokes are getting lame.

Or were they always lame and I never realized it?

I'll have to ponder that one. Haha.

Emma Thurston: Permitted Driver

Okay, it's actually not that big of a deal, I know. But hey? Who cares if I'm excited? Let me be excited (and scared to death! ahh!)! I took the test today. It was super different than Saturday. I mean, the questions were alike and everything, but this run seemed easier. I don't know. I was probably just better prepared. Anyway, you have to get at least 80% to pass. The first time I got 72% and today I got 80%! I cut it real close but at least I passed! :) Super awesome. I was so worried. In the middle of the test I had like 6 wrong out of 27 and I was thinking OH MY GOSH I can't miss another question or else I'm going to get a 79 percent! I was sure I'd get a 79 percent, just because life works that way. But nope. I passed. :) HURRAY!

The Power of Hello

I am amazed at the power of greeting people lately. All our lives we are taught to say hello to people when we see them, just out of common courtesy. It's the natural thing to do. Of course, we normally only do this to people we know. But Kimberly and I have began saying hello to people we hardly know at all, and guess what? We have like.. ten more friends than we used to have.

How are we supposed to make friends if we don't introduce ourselves, y'know? I was thinking about that today. For example, a few months ago at one of our Tri-Stake Dances, Kimberly asked Albert if he remembered her from when they were kids. Since then me and Kimberly have not only become better friends with him but with a few of his friends that also go to the dances. Another example is Keenan, who I met at Ceana's 16th birthday party. I sat down and before even Ceana had greeted me, Keenan, who I had never met at the time, said, "Hi, I'm Keenan." Now, it's really just a friendly gesture. You meet someone and you say hi and you get on with your life. But if he hadn't have been so friendly from the start, we probably wouldn't be good friends right now. Just aquaintances that met at a party.

So basically all I'm saying is, if you want to talk to someone or make a friend, say HELLO for goodness sakes! Oh my goodness gracious! It makes a difference. It really does.

Best Weekend EVER

So on Friday I wen to Dad's house with Gracie, and that was a blast. We took pictures when we went hiking and they turned out great.

Saturday my Dad took Brandy (my dog, 15 yrs old) to the vet and it turns out she got salmon poisoning while she was away. So we are giving her meds right now and she should be good by next week. If we didn't take her in, she would have died in like ten days, so we are super lucky.

So I went to Ceana's party thing whatever you wanna call it, and it was lame.

NOPE!

Because seriously, it was SO fun. SO fun.

I met Keenan (feel like I've known him forever! pre-mortal existence, maybe?), Cassidy, Sabrina, and John. So pretty much I had an amazing time. We played minute to win it. Aaaaaand we ate food. Aaaaand the boys bombarded us with silly string and gorilla masks. Aaaaand we ate food. Aaaaaand we went to the dance.

Then on Sunday I saw them all again at class and choir. Super fun.

Then this morning I saw them all AGAIN at 6 AM because we decided to have breakfast together before they left to go back home to Grants Pass. *sniffle* I definitely want to see them all again. :)

What a GREAT weekend!

Finals, Snowball, and Absent Minded People

I remember last year everyone at the high school always talked about how glad they were when finals were over and how stressful they were. So this year I was expecting to get really stressed and swamped, but it just feels like normal school days to me - except a bunch of tests that I can use my notes on.

So what was so stressful about finals last year and what was so different? Someone told me it's because I'm freshman, but it was my freshman friends that felt to swamped last year. Am I just taking easier classes? I have no idea!

So, snowball was pretty fun. I hung out with Melissa, Anne, and JennieLinn all day to get our nails done and eat subway in our dresses. I can't believe I found a dress with sleeves that was so cute! I figured I'd never be able to find such a thing. It's just so rare. I guess I must have good luck.

...

HA! Nope. I'm just good at looking for things with my dad. lol

You know something that has seriously annoyed me lately? People who think they are the bomb diggity because they can make a lame joke about polygamy (or some other LDS topic) to me because they think for some weird reason that I will think it's funny. It's like they think that because I'm in the religion that they can make fun of it around me, but they feel bad if they make fun of it behind my back.

For example, on Tuesday I was trying to get into the Auditorium and some guy asked if I was Mormon. I almost said "No, but I can tell you about him" but I decided not to be funny so I just told him that I was. So he replied,

"So am I."

I replied, "No, you aren't." Okay, sure, maybe he's just been inactive his entire life. But that seems VERY unlikely. Trust me.

"Yes I am."

"No.. I'm pretty sure I'd know."

"Yes, I am. I'm already working on my eleventh wife."

Do you KNOW how much I wanted to punch him?

Fortunately for him, I believe in forgiveness and understanding, but HONESTLY. I don't make fun of whatever you believe in, so why are you so determined on making fun of me?

He'd already started talking to his friends before I could defend myself, but I really felt like marching over there and stopping his conversation and telling him what was what! Urgh!

Unfriend vs Real Friend

Okay, picture your most annoying friend. You know, the one that you really don't even like that much but hang around mostly because either a) you have known them for a long time or b) they think you are the best thing in the world and you don't want to make them feel bad. Come on, you know you all have that friend.

Have you ever thought about one of your close friends and wondered, 'am I one of those people to them?'

I have before. Very often, actually. There's always that really good friend of mine, possibly even best friend, that I wonder about. Wonder if they actually like me or if they dread every word I speak. It's not like they do anything that makes me think they feel that way about me. They aren't suspicious or anything. I just know myself to be a very.. obnoxious person, and I wonder if that gets to them.

Then there are those moments that make you stop, smile, and think, 'Never mind. I am just as cool to them as they are to me.'

Take my very close friend Kimberly for an example. We are almost always together. I think I might have been frustrated with her once or twice (not counting before 7th grade... we hated each other before then). But every once in a while I think, 'is she just tolerating me?' Not because she is rude or anything. I mean she laughs at my jokes and holds my bag for me when I need it. But, simply put, I can be annoying. I annoy myself sometimes.

Today during choir I had one of those 'never mind' moments. Kimberly and I are in different singing sections in choir, so she walked out of the classroom first to go to the auditorium. This prevented us from walking together. I wasn't thinking about it at all. But when I got to the door, I found Kimberly there waiting for me to come out so we could walk together.

Pretty sure I smiled the whole way to the auditorium after that.

So through that little act, some how, she renewed my belief that she actually does enjoy my company - and that she isn't just tolerating it. And now I feel happy because I personally know for sure that one of my close friends I look up to most actually takes delight in my presence.

Yeah. It was a pretty boss day.

Cartoonized (click on pictures to make them bigger)

I don't watch South Park and never have, but I found this thing where you can basically make your own character and it's really fun to base them off of people you know. For example, my friend Leif.

Or my sister Miranda.

Or my dear mother.

Or my younger sister Gracie.

Or my older brother William.