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.
:)

dear lindsey,
please stop talking to danny,
it will make everyones life eaiser.
love cammie