I had something to blog about, but I forgot what it was.

I went to the airport today.
I long to fly somewhere again,
although I hate flying.

Missionary mail is the best mail.

Actually all mail is the best mail.

Mail is awes sauce.

It's going to be another one of those posts.

the ones that have no rhythm or reason.

welcome back old friend.

It's summer guys.

so i stay up way to late playing nancy drew although i am 19.

I will never be to old for nancy. she's my homegirl.

a lot of my favorite scriptures are in isaiah.

he's so cool you guys. 

i can't wait till i get up to heaven and i can shake his hand and say, "Hey, thanks for writing scriptures that mean something different every time i read them."

I got a ring out of a kinder egg today.

it has a stamp of a polar bear foot inside it. 

i've beens stamping everything i can get my hands on. i'm probably 6.

do my sentences seem choppy to you?

oh well. 

deal  with it. 

lame lame. i have nothing to write about.

and yet there are about a bazilion more drafts in my posts area then there ever has been before.

maybe i'll open this up to questions. 

ask away. 

be anonymous if you like. 

i prefer it that way probably. 

also, i really love this picture. 

i found it the other day and framed it. 

life is awesome. 

I'm thankfulf for my dip's mip's and pip's

welcome to anatomy where you are forced to face your fears. 

fear number 1: scaring people away because you smell like a dead body. 

fear number 2: eyes in general. i see cadavers eyes all the time. i even saw someone touch one without passing out. (I will never touch it. not even if you gave me all the money in the world.)

fear number 3: taking a class that will take all of your time. (i'm even studying when i watch the bachelor. sad time's when your guilty pleasure show gets taken over by school.)

did this post even makes sense?

no? 

cool. 

anatomy rocks my socks and closed toed shoes. 

we have to wear closed toed shoes because my teacher doesn't want cadaver remains to get on our little toes. thats cool. i don't like my shoes anyways. 

songs about stripers.

Whoa.
Blogging twice in one week.
That hasn't happened for months.

I'm having a hard time forming whole sentences. 

Have you noticed?

My english teacher has.

This thing keeps happening where I like songs about stripers. 

Spanish pipedream is my favorite.

is it strippers or stripers? 

this girl got her mission call today.

Holy cracker jack

when did growing up happen?

I hate it when i'm trying to stalk someone on instagram and their profile is private.

I also hate it when i'm stalking someone on instagram and I accidentally like their picture.

Even if i unlike it, my cover has been blown.

What are some other things...

Words...

I have no words....

I want to listen to billy joel all day everyday. 

He's a dirty old man, and he's kind of ugly.

He sings/plays the piano like a dream though, so it's ok.

My psychology class has been cancelled a lot.

I think i've stayed at home more than actually going to that class.

I think my teacher has an illness.

Speaking of illness, Anatomy lab is my least favorite class.

I wake up and dread it. 

The cadavers smell so bad. (Yes. The cadavers. Get ready for college, kids.)

I can see people walking on the cross walk right now. 

Creepin hard core.

I'm in my bed. They can't see me. 

I'm wearing left over hair from yesterday.

I tend to do that when I have class at 9:00.

I don't even care that that class was cancelled today, i'm spending my extra 75 minutes in bed.

I assume it's snowing up north. 

I'm so glad I don't live up north anymore.

Rain is bad enough.

College is a good time kids.

You take an early class, (early being 8:00) and you think you'll be fine.

News flash, you won't sleep. Ever.

This post is slowly dying.

I can't even think of anything else to write.

I just really want it to end on the left side. 

The laundry room eats my socks. 

They go down, but they never come back up.

This post is officially over. Have a nice day. 

daily status updates

I don't sleep like i used to anymore. I don't go to sleep until late, and I end up waking up before my alarm goes off, and I just lay in my bed. 

Because I don't sleep like I used to, I was awake at the exact moment my sister turned 21. I tried to send her 21 texts, but I got tired. 

Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMBERLY!! YOU ARE THE VERY MOST BESTEST SISTER EVER!!

I listen to fleet foxes while I do my math homework, but now I know all their songs, so I start singing while I do the work, and then I confuse myself. 

I've gotten into a little groove here. So thats good. 

Cleaning makes me feel in control of my surroundings. I never knew how much I would like vacuuming my bedroom, or mopping my bathroom floor. Plus, now it smells clean and stuff. 

Did I mention that it's my awesome sister Amberly's birthday? 

I hate when i'm closing down all my windows, and finder still has it's little light underneath. The fact that finder never closes is my pet peeve. 

I just wish there would be a new warehouse 13 up. Right now. I just need that to happen. 

I always eat lunch alone in the cafeteria, and so when I go to dinner with people, I forget how to talk and eat at the same time. 

I text kendall more in one day than I text all the other people combined in a month. It's because we are best friends separated by distance. And a lot of awkward stuff happens to us, and so we compare stories. 

I like my protein shakes with frozen milk. Boy is that a good breakfast. 

I like texting Janna second best. But we can never text which makes me sad. She is a sassy texter which makes me so happy. 

temporary tattoos

i got a temporary tattoo from singles ward. it's pretty awesome.
i would like to meet the guy who first decided that tattoos are cool.
i wonder what design he got.
probably some sort of bear or other wild animal attack mark.
probably the story of his tattoo is he lied and said he got in a fight with a shark and then scribbled on himself permanently to make it more believable.
he probably did it for a girl, or more food.
he probably put it on his forearm because that seems to be the universal sign for tattoo.
it's actually where i put mine.
however mine in no way could be used to make a cool story more awesome, unless that story included fairies or something.
temporary tattoos rock my world.

I love you like a love song baby

wow, I should really stop getting on my sisters internet time because guess what? sometimes I forget to log off and then, that awesome girl gets on my blog and possibly my facebook and tells the world that I am a silly muffin, and if I do it again, I think my sis might just put blackmail pictures, or blackmail secrets. Also she is changing her password, which is a shame, because it was harry potter's birthday

Ron, you're making it snow

I wish it would snow.
Really hard and for more than five minutes.
That would be nice.
I've been listening to sunset boulevard for the past few days
It takes me back.
In St. George, in the way to my aunts condo, there's a street named sunset boulevard.
I think it would be so romantic to live there.
Chances are I'd sing all the time.
Imagine what it would be like if Jim Dale was your dad?
It would be magical.