One for the money

A list of pet peeves:
Places that don't offer water for free,
People who pick hair off your back without asking,
People who claim to be harry potter fans, but haven't read the books,
Fake tattoos that don't form right,
The big huge things of germ-x that are in every class room. Purell all the way,
When your hair hurts after you've been wearing a ponytail for to long,
When the bobbin thread gets stuck in the upper thread,
People who don't understand harry potter humor,
Brushing my teeth in front of people,
When the cd's for a tv show aren't in the right order,
When people don't use punctuation in texts,
People who think that lilly and snape have the most romantic love story,
Waking up with all my pillows on the floor,
Not being  able to find the match to a sock,
Writers block.

I cant help falling in love with you

Smallville
The boy who lived
Notecards
Oxfords
Frames
Sherlock Holmes
Baseball hats
Pajamas
Sewing
Drives
Turkish sheets
Polaroids
Nancey drew
Letters
Tights
The grim

Hope yall had a good christmas

The mouth organ was only ever a mouth organ

My dark mark is nearly completely faded.
I suppose that means voldemort truley is gone.

dear muggles

i drink hot chocolate from an owl.

and my ring reads mischief managed.

clearly, i'm a muggle born. 

its fine if your jealous.

you ought to be. 

merry christmas eve eve

47. they're not santa pants, they're maternity pants

48. race car beds are the coolest

49. its not freud, its freud!

50. don't let the chick or the duck watch the cooking channel 

she speaks with a lisp and i laugh

its christmas.
hey, i suppose snow can come now.
what is the deal with the lack of snowage?

The thing i like about BYU Idaho is the fact that there is hand sanatizor stations everywhere.

and it's the good kind of handsanitizer.

the kind ms. smithson and the library have.

ms. smithson and the library have the best handsanatizer.

its like a little burst of lemon freshness everytime you smell your hands.

i love it.

college.

i try to forget about how i am going there.

and how. 

its impossible for me to suck on candy.

i have to chew.

always.

high school makes me feel awkward about myself.

and it makes me worry about other people.

i love breaks.

i tend to be a snot to those i don't like.

i can't help it.

some people just irk me.

i could live off cupcakes.

especially the ones that are perfectly frosted,

and have surprises in the middle.

to mac or not to mac?

thats my question.

referring to computers.

is it possible to miss yourself?

cause if thats the case,

i don't have it. 

party with me this break.

or you will feel like a loser.

and cry.

also, 

i'm on a budget,

so you'll have to pay for me if you want to hang out. 

My future husband will like to do laundry, because I hate it.

that awkward moment when someone asks for a ride, and then you end up waiting ten extra minutes while they talk to their friends.
nice.

Blessings in a package

These are my scriptures.
They are falling apart, pages are missing, it falls open to same page no matter what.
I write in them, highlight them, and circle the things I think are the most important.
I write promises and song lyrics in the margins. I have several glue ins. There is a quote that I love that says, "a person whose scriptures are falling apart probably aren't."
I think its true.
I read my scriptures so God can talk to me. The things I write, or the versus I highlight are little messages.from Him.
"wherefore be of good cheer and do not fear for I the lord am with you, and will stand by you."
D&C 68:6
My scriptures are my greatest blessing. They are conversations I have with my Heavenly Father. I love them.
And it shows.

If i lived in england, it would be my favorite place.

"I taught you to fight and fly. what else could there be?

" So come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned. just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings forever, in never never land."

Its days like this when i'm glad I don't have a job

a little bit of awkwardness for your day

everyday i take a trip to the jr. high. my kid sister and her friend are not old enough to drive themselves, duh, they go to jr. high, so i stop by and pick them up. usually this trip is just a sit in the car and blog stalk on my phone kind of thing, but every so often, i will need to go inside to use the facilities. this was that kind of trip. i rush into the bathroom, and go into the closest stall. after i finished my bidness, i reach for some t-paper, but there is none. basically this is the most awkward position i've ever been in in my life. so i do some awkward searching of my back pack and come up with some tissues, not used, wipe myself, put on my pants, and run to the next stall. where there is still no t-paper. third times the charm though, and after i properly finish my bidness, i walk back to my car, and i think about how grateful i am that i don't go there any more. seriously. what kind of school does not supply enough toilet paper?

harry potter's on my mind today.

but i shouldn't be suprised.

he's there most days.

let us rejoice

i pray, because today is today.
and it's a good day.
and praying is a way of saying thanks. s

hey kids, i'm happy.

one tree hill

pajamas

nature valley granola bars

JB christmas c.d.

deoderant

christmas lights

the library

pintrest

cowboy boots

mustaches

rings

noodles

pretzel M&M's

young womens

crocheted scarves