its like a blood bath in here today!

today was the school blood drive.
but seeing as its only been three weeks since my birthday and my most recent, and only, blood donating experiance, and eight weeks is the requirment, i was uneligable.
so i was throwing a little pitty party for myself, and i came home to find a wonderful suprise.
my donor card came, which made me feel supper special, becasue no one elses have come yet, and they wont even get one from the american red cross seeing as the school blood drives are brought to us by mountian star.

also, congratulations to all who donated today. you each saved three lives. and yes its three lives, becasue thats what it said in the letter that came with my card. i had my facts wrong before.

the song of a solo saxaphone

so i have a friend, and saturday was her birthday.
and she's not just any friend, she's my best friend.
she's my best friend because she makes me "toats with a whole in the middle where you put the egg" just like joey makes chandler.
she's my best friend because we only have to hear one word and we'll both look at eachother and start busting out the same song.
she's my best friend becasue she yells at me when she tries to help me with math.
she's my best friend because she refuses to use the handicap phone at training table.
she's my best friend becasue she'll sit on the bed with me and watch black television while we eat our training table.
she's my best friend becasue she lets me borrow her books.
she's my best friend becasue she makes me work for things.
she's my best friend becasue we ride on haunted eleveators together.
she's my best friend becasue she's the crap bag to my princess consueala banana hammock.
she's my best friend becasue we quote the same things.
she's my best friend becasue we watch tinkerbell movies and we play just dance all by ourselves.
she's my best friend becasue she'll let me eat all the popcorn.
she's my best friend becasue she tells me when i did something stupid, and she doesn't just let me wander like a fool.
she's my best friend becasue we can creepily stalk together.
she's my best friend becasue we can sit on her bed in her freezing cold room and talk about nothing for hours.
she's my best friend for so many reasons, and i don't know what i would do without her.
but sometimes i'm an idot, and i forget things.
and sometimes we fight, but we've always managed to make our friendship better then it was before.
i'm so glad that in seventh grade we were put in so many classes together, and that we became best friends. we made promises to people in heaven, and i'm sure that she promised me that we would be best friends. she's helped me grow more then anyone else.
there are things that i can do with her that i can't do with anyone else, and i hope that she knows that i truley love her.
her name is kendall,
and she's my best friend.

i know that my redeemer lives

happy easter. 

I'm over it.

So you know that thing that most people do at night called sleeping? I've forgotten how to do that.

hey baby







spending spring break with these girls is all right by me. maybe i'll learn a little about being a gangster.

more of a general wonderingment

i'm wondering when my blog became one of those blogs. where the only time i post is when i think it will be impressive to those who read it. but lets face it. who even reads this little piece of boring? i don't know when the switch occured. this blog used to just be my thoughts, how they came. but now i feel the need to have pictures, and impressive wording of the words. i never used to use complete sentences. they were unneccesary. and i never used to care when there weren't any comments.
i'm confused by this.
as i read my older posts, from a year ago, it amazes me by how much this little blog has changed. i guess i never really noticed how much i've changed.
so, i hope your spring break is good.
things have been planned.
though, all i really want to do is curl up in my bed and watch friends and cry becasue i'm not in ny. but i know that she wouldn't want me to do that, so i wont.
its hard when things change.
but it's going to happen, so i guess i'll just have to get over it.
and move on.

when the weather is like this,





make your own sunshine.



just some letters.

Dear kendall.
disneyland is to lucky to have you there.
also, that person we talk about inapropriatly is there.
and i wish i was there.
and you've been gone for far to long, and i havn't been sleeping well. and i text you all night.
and i wish you would come home so i would stop being jealous of you.
and she made money, and put her face on it. and she wrote, in senora richardson we trust. i saved one to show you.

Dear madi's dog.
i think your really cute.
plus, when i told people you peed on me, they laughed.
and i laughed hard to.

Dear haley.
WHOA!
don't eat that dog!
everytime i think i'm good at something i get stitches.
the end

Dear amberly.
your going to need to check a suit case.
becasue i'll be in it.

Dear mia maids.
sometimes i shout, "i'm not a laurel!", and you understand.

i sent a letter in the mail today. it was a bit late. a lot late. two months late.

take ten steps back please

i wish i had a story to tell. one that would make you laugh, or cry, or just look at me in passing like i am an idiot. but right now i am lacking in the story department.
school takes over my life, and i can not wait until spring break.
but at the same time i never want spring break to come becasue that would mean the end of an era. and i didn't handle the end of the last one very well.
 if i could tell you a story, i would want it to be a happy one becasue laughing is the best medicine. and if you had a broken heart, i'd want to patch it up for you, becasue i know how bad it can hurt when your heart is breaking.
this is not what i thought this post would be like.
if your wondering if the're is anything i havn't told you, that is an assumtion and makes us both look bad.
my best friend is leaving. in five days.
i'm crying on the inside.
and a little on the out.

I can't sleep. Instead i'm lying in my bed blog stalking everyone. Good times.