i sometimes see people in the halls whose blogs i read, and i want to say hi to them, but then i realize that they don't know me.

i enjoy listening to musicals.

i like to eat leaves with colton.

right now i'm listening to beauty and the beast.

i like plays better than movies usually.

south pacific is the longest play i've ever seen.

i enjoy the occasional "Thats what she said" joke. (yes, i know what that means, and yes i know it's dirty.)

i had a dream that my license was taken away because i never pre-ranged.

i have a justin beber c.d. in my car.

100 dollars
:)

i like being able to sleep in because my hair was done the night before.

putting warm socks on my feet fresh from the dryer when my feet are cold makes my heart happy, and my feet warm.

i like jumping in puddles.

i think taylor lautner is Muy Guapo.

if i'm wearing a skirt to school it can mean several things: 1- i have no clean pants, 2- i'm proud of my newly shaven legs, 3- there was a morningside.

the refreshments at young women make it worth it.

i win at every hair flipping contest i've ever been in.

lindsey bought me a viking hat.

any teacher that doesn't offer extra credit hates kids.

i can sing along with several spanish songs.

my favorite memory is when amberly drove away when kendall wasn't quite in the car all the way.

i made a fort out of sticks and sat in it for about two hours when it was february and there was still snow on the ground. kendall did it with me.

i like being called cam. sometimes.

i am the best broom wrestler you will ever meet.

when you and your friends are excited about the same things, yeah. thats the best.

i love being in the middle, when it's not in the car.

i like quoting baby mama. a lot.

i wish i was brave enough to ask golden to morp.

i am constantly falling up the stairs. i did it today.

listening to other peoples conversations is very interesting. i should do it more often.

i lke being on the inside of inside jokes.

me and erin are sweethearts.

i like being in peoples dreams.

my best friend at EFY was tyler farland.

eating orange juice consentrate out of the can is better than making it into orange juice.

my favorite pants are very worn.

i dont have a favorite shirt.

i probably text to much.

most days i like my hair.

when i grow up i want to be a radiologist.

when i turn 17 i'm giving blood every chance i can.

i really want to give blood.

a knights tale is my favorite movie. i don't only like it because heath ledger is in it, but that helps.

my feet are disgusting.

my ctr ring glows in the dark. i know, legit.

i cant find my retainer. but i know it will show up. it happens often.

i'm looking for some old beat up mokosins. they have a hole in them at the toe. if you see them, please contanct me.

i have my drivers license, but i'm still in drivers ed. i know.

the detergent aisle at the store is my favorite smell. go walk down it. it will be your favorite too.

i really want to paint a picture on someones whole face. any volunters?

i won a poetry slam in my english class.

i wrote the poem i slamed.

i have an old jones soda bottle that i'm saving to send a message in.

i could live off of movie theater popcorn.

once, i saw chris driving when i was driving. it made me laugh. i like that kid.

when chris straigtens his hair, it's longer than mine.

i probably shouldn't wear sandles because my feet are so gross, but i do anyway.

tomorrow i'm watching evita with kendall.

i like seeing people at maceys.

i'm not really sure how to end this post.

i have a mole shaped like a star.

on the street where you live.

i love tyler smith.
not really.

when the wind blows through quaking aspens, the leaves remind me of little shimery things.

para bailar la bamba se necesita una poca de gracia.
(to dance the bamba you need to be a little graceful.)

i like to take pictures, better than be in them.

i wish kati would post something on her blog.

i like to think that some random people read my blog. but i doubt it. i'm not cool enough.

if you are a creeper, please don't read my blog.

every thing i write on my blog is true.
usually.

bye!

remember the days when you didn't have to wear makeup?
when your clothes didn't need to match,
when you didn't even brush your hair,
when shoes were constantly being left out of things,
when your feet were tough enough to run across the rockiest roads,
when there were bike races,
and bugs to catch,
and dirt to eat?


remember when you were best friends if you had the same color of popcicle?
when you didn't have to call to play, just show up at their house,
when walking wasn't that bad,
when dandilions were the prettiest flower,
when boys had coooties,
when band-aids made everything better,
and playing in the sprinklers,
and drawing with chalk?

remember when you were a kid, and you wanted to grow up so fast?
well, i've got news for all the kids out there.
being grown up is not everything you think it might be.
ive learned that, and i'm still growing.

i've decided that next weekend i'm going yardsale chasing.
anyone want to come with?

hi.
this is going to be a rather serious post, because i'm in a rather serious mood.
today i was hanging out with one of my friends i havn't hung out with in a long while.
she used to be one of my best friends, but i messed it up because i'm a freak.
long story.
please don't ask me about it.
i'm not sure if i'm ready to talk about it.
so i'm hanging out with my friend, and we are doing a lot of the old things we used to do, and i'm so happy that its not completely akward between us, i am practicly singing.
well, since we "fell out" (how else can you describe it?) she has gotten new friends. well, of corse, what did you expect?
that she would just sit at home every day all day because we are no longer friends?
no.
we both sort of let things pass.
which is stupid, because we were such great friends.
it was a, you never saw one without the other, kind of thing.
and i messed it up.
as said above, i'm not really sure if i'm ready to talk about what a disastorious friend i was, because it hurts me to think about it.
anyway, about her new friends.
well, friend.
no, she doesn't only have one friend, but i would like to talk about one in particular.
her new friend and her are really close.
its a, you never see one without the other, kind of thing.
and whenever i am with my old friend while she's with her new friend, i get sad inside.
because that used to be us.
and so when my old friend and  i were hanging out, her new friend called, and was going to come over.
and i said i had to go, because i didn't want to be there with my old best friend, and her new best friend.
is that mean?
because when i got home i felt mean.

Morning sides

i am now a fan of morning sides.
i don't know what it is, but i am willing to lose an hour of sleep to go listen to a spiritual talk.
today was such a day.
at 6:15 brother Munday gave a very amazing talk.
it was funny, and also very spiritual.
it was perfect.
im so glad that i went.

dear school

dear school,
i hate how much you make me think.
everyday i go home with a massive brain overload.
i don't like that.
i hate that i have homework.
i hate those classes that are torture.
i hate school lunch.
i hate that i could go home, but i have to stay at school to do some stupid thing in some stupid class that i hate.

so, school, if you could possibly find some way of ending sooner,
i would be so appreciative.
because i love summer,
and i hate school. 

hi.
remember me?
i'm cammie.
today i was in the mood to blog.
but i have nothing to  blog about.
sorry.

here's a list, since i can't think of anything else

i like that i have a blog, but i never write anything on it.
i like that i have a really nice camera, but i don't have anything to take pictures of.
i like listening to backstreet boys on the way to school.
i like going shopping and findig sales.
i like getting A's on math tests.
i like sleeping in.
i like sunburns.
i like that i went grocery shopping, and all the nice old women at maceys were confused.
i like that my seminary teacher said: i'm sorry if my face offended you.
i like my seminary class.
i like that amberly is coming home tomorrow.
i like that my mom is also coming home tomorrow.
i like that i finally bought some goloshes.
i like the word goloshes.
i like that my ctr ring glows in the dark.
i like that kendalls afraid of driving.
i like that the shirt i'm wearing was only 97 cents.
i like that its spring.
i like that my drivers license came yesterday.
i like inside jokes.
i like sandboxes.
i like that i bought a box of captian crunch while grocery shopping, and it was gone in two hours.
i like gilmore girls.
i like chandler bing.
i like heath ledger.
i like that i wrote on my blog.
i like that a lot.
:)