Sunday, May 29, 2011

Throw some glitter, make it rain.

Best. Cavestock. Ever.
It all started with Powderpuff.
Oh Juniors.
Kelsey and I decided that we were going to tackle the juniors and sophomores team. 
Even though it was flag football.
So we chose our first target.
It took awhile because every time our coaches decided to put us in, she was never in.
Or we were on offense.
Or she was in and we weren't.
FINALLY she was in and we were on defense.
Spencer sends us in.
She is standing across from us just smiling as if everything is good in the world.
We just smile back because we know what is coming to her.
The ref blew the whistle, and we attacked. 
I went for her knee caps and Kelsey jumped on her back. 
She tried running with us attached to her, but we took her down.
It was hilarious.
Then the whistle was blown again, and we were thrown out of the game.
(Side note: Before this happened, Kelsey received a technical for a choice hand sign.)
So since we weren't allowed to go back in we took a little stroll around the field.
We got to the opposite side and an idea hit.
The field had just been mowed and and all the extra grass was lying around.
I told Kelsey to start gathering.
We then sent Scooby on mission.
To tell her that Steve (who was announcing) needed to talk to her.
She came frolicking across the field completely unaware.
She walked up to Steve, we attacked.
Once again.
First Kelsey threw her pile. 
She turned around to see who threw the pile only to be greeted by yet another huge pile of grass.
She got up on Steve's car and tried to grab the megaphone out of his hand.
Once she got it she made a quick announcement.
One that made us laugh quite hysterically.
I was on the ground laughing my face off.
I look up only to see her leap off the car and charge towards me. 
I almost died.
Then she attacked and I got her in a headlock.
Then I lost it and was laughing so hard I just fell to the ground.
Then she jumped on me and attacked again and it was so hilarious.
Good times.
We then were assured that we were out of the game for good.
No worries though, her and I?
No hard feelings.

After powderpuff we changed and headed over to Cavestock.
It started out great.
Only to get better.
Then it started to rain. 
I love the rain.
But apparently the band equipment doesn't love it as much.
We ended up having to move everything into the smallest gym at our school.
With the biggest amount of people we've ever had at a dance.
The final two bands preformed and then we watched the lip dub video Spencer made.
I was in it. 
Even though you couldn't really see me..
The dance finally began.
The part of Cavestock I'd been waiting for.
The last dance of the year.
Of my entire high school career.
And let me tell you,
It proved itself worthy of being my final high school dance.
And I'd like to apologize for any glitter found in your hair or on your body post Cavestock.
But let's be honest,
It was freaking legit.
And I helped clean it up. 
I wish I would of waited until Blow. 
That would of been legit.
Oh well.
Happy weekend.
Seniors: enjoy your last week of high school.
Live it up.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Just a quickie.

Part of me wants to write all of my thoughts onto this blog.
The other part, knows I will sound like an over dramatic, seven year old girl.
So I'll save you from the torment. 
And just write some of them. 
As I've been doing.

That is all for today.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Restroom treasures.

I found this piece of paper on the ground by the mirror in the bathroom today.
And it was titled "Song Challenge."
So I picked it up and looked over it. 
Then I decided to fill it out. 

A song that...
Is your favorite: Right now? Probably Best Love Song-T Pain.
Is your least favorite: Crazy Frog. Definitely Crazy Frog.
Makes you happy: Rollerblades-Eliza Doolittle.
Makes you sad: Concrete Angel-Martina McBride. It's the first song I ever cried at when I heard it.
Reminds you of someone: Momma's Boy-Chromeo.
Reminds you of somewhere: The entire album Simple Times-Joshua Radin.
Reminds you of a certain event: You Raise Me Up-Josh Groban.
You know all the words to: I know all the words to all songs. Just kidding...But kind of not...Anyway. One that I for surely know all the words to is Bust A Move. Good song.
You can dance to: Everybody should know the answer to this one. But I'll say it just in case you don't...SWING-Savage & Soulja Boy. 
Makes you fall asleep: Ingrid Michaelson-Be Ok album. I listen to it almost every single night.
Is from your favorite band: I don't have a favorite band.
Is from your least favorite band: Nor do I have a least favorite band.
Is your guilty pleasure: Imma Be-Black Eyed Peas.
No one would expect you to love: Ghosts N Stuff-Deadmau5. Or Femme Fatale-Nico & The Velvet Underground.
Describes you: Lady Is A Tramp-Frank Sinatra. No. I'm not really a tramp. Look up the words.
You used to love, now you hate: Hm. Basically every song on the radio? Especially Just the Way You Are- Bruno Mars. I thought it was such a cute song at first. Until they played it on the radio. Waaaaaay overplayed. I can't even listen to it anymore.
You hear often on the radio: Tonight, Tonight-Hot Chelle Rae.
You wish you heard on the radio: Happily Ever After- He Is We.
Is from your favorite album: Every single song on the album Steps In My Fade-Love You Long Time (Party To The People album.)
You listen to when you're angry: The Step Up albums. Mostly the third.
You listen to when you're happy: Happy-Natasha Bedingfield.
You listen to when you're sad: Slow Dancing In A Burning Room-John Mayer.
Will play at your wedding: At The Beginning-Anastasia. It's been my wedding song since sixth grade.
Will play at your funeral: I couldn't care less. I won't be there.
Makes you laugh: You're Having My Baby-Paul Anka (I only know the Glee version though.)
You can play on an instrument: The one and only song I can play on an instrument...When the Saints Go Rockin' In. Yes they have stepped up from marching to rocking.
You wish you could play on an instrument: Any and every song.
Is from your childhood: Dr. Jones-Aqua. And every Spice Girl song.
Was your favorite song this time last year: Body Language-Jesse McCartney. Still love it though.

Monday, May 23, 2011


So today on my way over to seminary, 
Brittney and I came across the cutest little dog.
I was petting him and playing with him, then I checked his collar and he had no tags.
So obviously that meant he was up for grabs.
So we left him outside for a moment, 
Ran into Brother Gunderson's class,
And asked for some string. 
Then I ran back outside only to find our cute little puppy waiting outside the door.
So I proceeded to tie him to the tree outside the building.
I checked on him periodically throughout class.
Each time he was just sitting there like a good little boy.
During class we bestowed the name "Nephi" upon him.
Seeing as we found him outside the seminary building.
After class we booked it over to the tree.
Nephi was still chilling there.
We untied him and then we headed to 3rd.
I went outside Mrs. Sheen's class and held him up to the window.
She thought he was just the cutest thing
which he was
And let me bring him inside.
I tied him to my desk and he just played around in the class for a couple of minutes.
I could tell he had to go to the bathroom so I took him outside for a quick dump.
Just as he finished relieving himself,
two other dogs ran up. 
Then ran off.
He followed.
My dog ran away from me.
I tried to chase him for a minute.
Apparently I'm not quite as fast as dogs.
I slowly walked back into Sheen's with no puppy.
A little while later Christa came into the class room and informed me that Nephi was outside!
So of course I ran right out of there and found him in the pouring rain sitting outside the front door. 
I opened the door and scooped him up into my arms.
I was just outside with him for a minute when a truck pulled up.
Somebody called the pound.
They took him right out of my arms and put him in the kennel.
Gone forever.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Life, love, happiness and quotes.

"Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are."
-Marilyn Monroe.

I do not think there is one person on this earth who hasn't thought about changing themselves for someone else.
Even just a small little thing.
But why?
Why is everyone so determined to make the rest of the world happy?
The funny thing is, if you are happy with yourself and how you are, then the world is happy for you.
The people who matter don't care,
and the people who care don't matter.

People don't realize that they are great.
And 95% of the time that people change for someone else,
it doesn't work out.
And they eventually change back.
Or are miserable for eternity.
I wish they could just see how truly great they are in the first place.
You can't change what people are,
Without destroying who they were.

And who decides what is "cool" and what's not?
Why is everyone trying to pretend they are something when they aren't that something at all.
"It's better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you're not."

Be yourself.
There is only one of you out there.
And if you aren't you, then who will be?

 "Just be yourself. Because life's too short to be anybody else."
(I'm just full of quotes today.)

And sometimes, you feel like you won't amount to much of anything.
But don't let anyone ever make you feel like you don't deserve what you want. 
Because everyone deserves the very best in life.
Everyone deserves to be happy.

And I don't know how every single thing I say and talk about eventually leads up to love, but here it is.
Everyone deserves to love and be loved.
But you shouldn't change for a person "because you love them."
They should love you just the way you are.
Faults and all.
And if you want to change, it is because YOU want to be a better person. 
Not because you want to color in a make believe version of yourself. 
If they don't love you at your worst,
Then they don't deserve you at your best. 

I think I figured out what I'm "in love" with.
It's everyone else's love. 
And that is why I couldn't put my finger on it before.
Because there is not one particular person. 
Everyone is falling in love and it makes me so happy.

Even if it means that one by one the amount of available boys are becoming fewer.

Just like I said,
Everyone deserves to be in love.
Which means my time will come.
Obviously right now is not the right time for me.
So I'll wait.
Because a smart boy once told me, 
the more patient I am, 
the hotter my husband will be.
And if that is true,
Boy. He'll be a looker.
Plus. I'm not really into the whole "not real" relationship.
I'm looking for the real deal. 
I don't do fake.
And since no one can give me the real deal right now,
I just have to wait.
Being mad and jealous that others are falling in love doesn't make someone fall in love with me any faster.
If anything, it just prolongs my wait. 
So I'll be patient. 
And happy for others.
Because let's be honest, 
Some of these new couples are cute.
Besides, I'll look back at this and be so glad I waited.
Because giving up all of the time I waited to someone who isn't fully what I want or deserve, isn't worth it to me. 
I've said this at least a thousand times, let's make it a thousand and one.
Everything happens for a reason.
And sometimes things fall apart only so that better things can fall together. 
I know that one day my prince charming will come.
And he'll be exactly what I wanted all along.

"It's like all the bad stuff you went through, that you hated along the way, the people who disappointed you, the things that didn't go the way you wanted, suddenly you feel grateful to them because they are the things that got you here, to this." -The Perfect Man.

Then make your dreams come true.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

I think I'm in love.

So I was reading this article today in a magazine at good old East Shore.
It was something along the lines of "Top 10 Cute Things to Say to Your Girlfriend."
Number six was I love you. 
It should of been number one.

In other news. 
I am in love. 
Deeply and hopelessly in love.
But alas. 
There is no cute story to tell.
No fun little secrets.
No kisses.
Or hugs.
Or hands being held.
Because I don't even know who he is.
I don't think so at least.
I just am in love.
I can feel it.
And I like it.
A lot. 
I feel hopeful, and jittery, and sometimes I get the butterflies. 
And I want to give every part of me to whatever this is that I love.
But I don't know how.
Because I don't know who. 
And I just feel like I need to tell someone I love them. 
I guess I should figure out who before I say it.
When I discover who exactly this love is directed towards, 
I just might let you know.
But I'm not making any promises.  

He is We.

Inhale, breathe steady, exhale,
like you're ready, if you're ready or not.
Just a boy and a girl trying to take on the world, 

and we want to get caught.
In the middle of a very happy ending, 

let's see what we've got, 
let's give it a shot.
Let's give it a shot.

We all want to know, how it ends.

Oh, happily ever after, 

wouldn't you know, 
wouldn't you know.
Oh, skip to the ending, 

who'd like to know, 
I'd like to know.
Author of the moment, 

can you tell me, 
do I end up, 
do I end up happy?

How great would it be if we could skip to the ending and see if we end up happy. 
Especially in times like this. 
When nothing seems to be going quite the way you'd like it to.
All I want to know is if I end up happy. 
So author of the moment, could you tell me?
Do I end up happy?

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Breathe in, and out.

I just spent one hour writing a very long post.
Then I deleted it.
On purpose.
I feel much better now.

"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of thier dreams."

High school. Ha. High school.
I'm done with it in two and a half weeks.
I used to think I'd be really sad when the end came and I would have to leave.
Sad to leave my friends.
Sad to leave my teachers.
Sad to leave the people I was never really friends with but always admired.
But I'm not.
Because I'm so ready for the next step.
Yes I will miss all of those people.
But the people who really care about me and who I really care about, we'll keep in touch. Graduation doesn't end all of the relationships you ever had.
And there is always facebook.
As long as people keep that,
no one ever really disappears.
And at first I thought about all of the things I never did in high school. And all of the times I messed up.
But then I realized that's not what it is about.
And then I thought about all the things I did do.
All of the funny thing that happened.
All of the great memories that I made.
I don't really regret anything.
I mean sure I messed up A LOT.
But I learned from all my mistakes.
And isn't that what it's all about?
Learning something from this mad place we call high school?
If so, I feel like I did a pretty decent job at being a high school kid.
Good luck to the rest of you out there.
And live it up.
Because you will never ever get these moments back again.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Kristen Robbins.

My sister [Jessica] and I took senior pictures for a girl in our ward on Saturday.
And may I say,
Simply, naturally, beautiful.
Just take a look at a few....

How darling is she?
I know. Gorgeous.
And p.s. if anyone wants their senior pictures/any pictures really done, 
Call this number: 8016238208
She's super cheap. And pretty flexible. 

Dear Kimberly Pellegrini. 
You made my day.
Actually, more like my life.
I love you dearly. 
And when I say I hate you,
It's only because I am extremely jealous of you.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

This is the story of a girl.

Once upon a time there was a girl.
Her hair never looked quite right.
Her body is nothing similar to one of a supermodel.
And even with makeup, she is far from flawless.
Sometimes her clothes don't match.
She doesn't have a cute laugh.
She says the wrong thing more often than not.
And she messes up on a regular basis.
She is pretty good at being a loner.
She loves watching chick flicks alone at night.
And she has never been kissed.
She's never been in a real relationship.
Occasionally it seems like there is a possibility with someone, 
But things don't often go her way and somehow she always ends up in the exact same place she started at: Alone. 
She jokes about her relationship status.
Because it is quite humerous.
But it's not always funny to her.
Sometimes she wants to be a regular girl and just complain about how bad it sucks to always be the friend. 
Never anything more.
But sometimes she thinks about her situation.
And she remembers a saying she has heard time and time again.
"Good things come to those who wait."
So she waits.
And waits.
But sometimes her patience starts running thin, and she so badly wants to quit. 
Wants to just give up on it all.
Then she remembers..
Good things come to those who wait.
So she goes right back to waiting.
Because she knows if she really truly wanted to, she could probably find someone to kiss her right now. But it is not what she wants. Because she knows that it wouldn't be good. And she has waited so long already, why waste it all on something that wouldn't be the absolute best.
So she still waits.
And she'll keep waiting.
Because one day, he'll come along.
And he'll be worth it.
Worth all the waiting.
Worth all the jokes made about her relationship status and virgin lips.
Worth all the dateless nights.
Worth all the heartaches.
And when he comes, she'll know.
There might be a few pretend ones along the way.
They'll come along at times when she thinks all is lost and they'll help her get through that little bump in the road. 
And then they'll leave.
They might come back as him
But they might not.
And it's ok.
Because all of the wrong ones will make the right one just that much better.
How can she know true happiness without sorrow?
Every heartache and lonely night will make her so grateful for all the laughs and the nights she spends with him.
And he will make her so happy.
He'll love everything about her.
He'll love her obsession with post-it notes.
And one day he will do something really cute with them.
And it will show her just how perfect he is. And how glad she is that she waited and didn't give up and settle for anything less than the best.
Then they'll live happily ever after.
Because happily ever afters exist.
(Even if her English teacher tells her they don't.)
And everything that happened before won't matter.
He won't care that she graduated with virgin lips.
Or that some Saturdays she spent being the only person in an entire theater.
He'll love everything she was, because who she was made her who she is.
And he loves who she is.

Well hello again.

I do so well for awhile at a post a day.
Then my room gets to be a massive mess and I can't stand to be in it for longer than the required 45 seconds for me to get dressed in the morning.
Therefore, I could not sit in there and type on this here blog.
I finally cleaned my room
Vacuumed and everything.
It's nice.

I wish I had a real thing to write about.
But lately my life has kind of just been a blur.
You know that feeling when it seems like you are watching your life on a TV screen and you aren't actually a part of it? Well that is how I feel right now. And the weirdest part of it all? In less than three weeks, I'm done.
Done with all of my classes.
Done with Student Council.
Done with public education.
I'm graduating.
It is a weird concept.
I've been through the "last day of school" excitement for twelve years.
But this year is different.
Because there is no coming back.
It is really over.
Even when I went from elementary school to junior high. Or junior high to high school. Not a whole lot changed. I still saw all the same people, minus a few there and add a few here. But it was just a bigger version of whatever I was doing before.
This time, it will be one hundred percent different.
Sure it'll be a bigger version of what I'm doing now,
But I wont see the same people at school.
My mom won't be making my lunches for me.
I'll be in my own apartment.
I am so ready to move on.
And so terrified at the same time.
How do I know if I am really ready to grow up?
I don't even know what I want to be when I grow up.
I have a few ideas, but every few weeks I change my mind.
And there are a lot of things I just don't know.
I wish someone would just tell me everything I need to know about my future.
What I'm going to be.
Where I'm going to live.
Who I'm going to marry.
Yeah, that would be nice. 
Especially the last one.
It would save me a lot of stress.
Well, eventually I come up with something good to talk about.
Until then, I bid thee all farewell.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Happy Mother's Day.

Dear Mother,
I just wanted to say thanks.
Thank you for everything you have ever done for me.
For trusting me with your brand new car.
For baking endless amounts of treats.
For understanding me.
And for just listening when you don't understand me.
For being my friend.
For making my lunch almost every single day.
For teaching me.
For always having food to eat.
For wasting most of your gas on little things I forget.
For supporting me in everything. Even if it is dumb.
For doing all of the little projects I come up with.
For always smiling.
For giving me everything I could ever need plus so so much more.
For being a mom to all of my friends.
For always welcoming my new ideas.
For giving me advice.
For never ever giving up on me.
For teaching me the gospel.
For making the best chicken enchilladas.
For accepting me as I am.
For loving me all of the time. Even when I screw up.
For waiting up every night I go out.
For always leaving the door unlocked.
For not hating me even when I brought a cat home at 2:00 in the morning all the way from Manti.
For telling me you love me every day.
For marrying the most incredible dad.
For listening to my music in the car.
For trusting me.
For teaching me that cleaning and organizing is fun.
For everything.
And for basically being the greatest mom on the face of this planet.
I love you so so so much mom.
You have helped me become so much of who I am today and I do not know what I would ever do with out you. You have taught me so much and you have shown me what it takes to be the best mom. I hope I can someday be half of the mom you are to me. You do so much for all of us kids and we dont' tell you enough how grateful we are for all you do and for putting up with us. I love you and I hope you have a great mother's day tomorrow.
Love always and forever,
Your daughter Jenna.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Thank goodness for sunny days.

Last night I told my friend I like tulips.
So he invited me over to see his mother's tulip garden.
And to mingle.
You can't mingle without cookies.
So I brought cookies.
In a picnic basket.
Hence the picture.
[Mine looked just like that except better because it had red plaid material]
And you can't have a picnic without lemonade.
So he made lemonade.
With a hint of lime.
And we sat on his front porch.
For approximately ten minutes.
It gets hot pretty fast at 4:00. 
So we spent the rest of the afternoon on his couch.
Then we picked up his dog. 
He looked like Lassie. 
And if you're wondering, they do have strollers for your pets.
In case walking them just wasn't cutting it for you,
You can push them.
Then we just chatted it up some more at his humble abode. 
I eventually had to leave because of a pre-scheduled event...
If you ever want to hear some of the funniest stories, let me know. 
And I will give you this kid's telephone number.
Because he has some of the best.
Mostly about other family members.
But nonetheless hilarious.
They are like the stories that are made up in movies.
Except real.
And even funnier.
Hope your day was as relaxed as mine.
Enjoy the company of another. 
Peace out chub scouts.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Go ahead, call me a quitter.

Because I quit.

The whole "a picture a day" thing.
I know, I know.
It has literally been two days since I started.
But I'm not really into taking pictures that much, and it is definitely not as fun for me as the 30 days of writing. 
So here we are, once again. 
With nothing to write about.
It's okay.
Something will eventually come to my brain.
I'll let you know when that happens.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Copy cat.

Obviously anything semi cool on this blog, only is here because I copy it off of others. 
(i.e. thirty days.)
And now, I've been reading this blog and I got another great idea.
And seeing as I have writers block and nothing exciting happens in my life, 
this will give me something to put on here.
So here we go.
A picture a day for the entire month of May. 
(I'm a poet and I didn't even know it.)
It works out perfectly since today is day one of May.
Here is picture numero uno.
My mom got an iPad. The drawing app is my favorite.

Warning: These next few posts for the month could be extremely lame. Bear with me.