So, I don't like the video very much, but this is a cute little mormon girl song.

Beach trip

So, the young men and young women in my ward are going to the beach this coming weekend for everyone who's read the book of Mormon, as of right now, I have 39 pages to go. I'm going to finish. I have to read seven pages a day, but I'm going to do it!!! Then I'll be spending the day with the peeps from my ward. The ferni's, Dawnalongagous, all my miamaids, and some others, including my newest bud, Jenna ( who doesn't read my blog anyways!) So, that's be fun, even though my BEST BUD, Maren will not be in attendance. I will miss you Bay.

And my trip is not going to boring like this picture, I just thought it was beachish, and funny.

Ashley

So I was looking on my friend Ashley's blog, and she has one of those playlists on her blog, too. And she has some spiffy music on there. I guess I didn't realize that I listen to a lot of 80s music. But it came to me, that I listen to mostly 80s stuff. So Ash, you're not alone in listening to that genre of music. Seriously, I listen to her playlist more than I listen to mine!!! lol, I know, it's hilarious!!!!! Here's her address, so you can look it, up. Don't worry Ash, everyone who reads my blog is cool. And if you're not, than I need you to get off my blog right now, because you're spoiling it with your icky uncoolness. Just kidding guys. rhinobubbles.blogspot.com

PS: That picture is an 80s song right?

Bay the best ever

So, I haven hung out with my riend Marn f a couple eeks now. I mean, I see her at school at lunch the second day, and in Jazz band, but I haven't hung out with her for a while. But yesterday, I went over to her house and ate pizza and watched Footloose. The movie itself was a little interesting. Lots of swearing, PG, yeah right. But anyways, it was really fun hanging out with Maren again, I think we should do that more often, maybe at my house this week? So, yeah, it was fun, and ROCKIN'!!!!

My Playlist

Directions

On my playlist, click on the pop out thing, then the click here thing, and listen away!!!

School

School this year might actually be fun, The A days are terrible, all electives, two periods of band in a row, so boring! But I love B day. Mr. Berry, my world history teacher, is Mormon, and I'm fascinated by history. Chemistry is really cool, too. I mean, it's only the third day, but I think I'm going to like the course. Geometry, normally I would say that I hate math, but geometry is OK. I may be in the class with all freshman, but I actually like it, I think I'm going to do OK. And all the little freshman are so nice to me. English is my least favorite class on B day. English is usually my favorite class, but the teacher is evil, he said I shouldn't be in an honors class. I mean, so I stink at spelling, and figuring out the whole verb phrase. I'm awesome at writing essays, and I think I'm a pretty good poet, too. So i don't like him, or his stupid class. But I do really like school, and especially my B day.

Wrong

For some reason, I feel strange. Like, not myself. The last few days, I've actually, been, quiet. And for me, at school, that's not me, I'm usually like really hyper and happy. But today I couldn't hold together being myself for more than like five minutes. i kept zoning out and I couldn't concentrate. I mean, a little bit of it must be sleep. Because I've been going to bed at like eleven and getting up at four thirty to go to seminary. I love seminary, but it's just too early, I want to sleep later, and go to seminary during school. And, i don't know, maybe I'm spacing out because I'm being put into situations that are a little hectic. I need to try to pull it together though. My friends have noticed, and they don't know what to do with it. I feel like I'm depriving them.

Love's Garden. This one's a sonet.

I live just as a flower on the branch

And fear more blooms will wrongly have success

For thorns will almost surely take my chance

The love here spilt has burned into my flesh

Distraught nights leave me in a gentle haze

My eyes glisten and I must feel the pain

And as days pass I pray to catch your gaze

I hope in time you'll see my love's deep stain

My time's too long and yours too short to wait

My bud shall die, my leaves fall down to waste

And gardeners will shove me out the gate

My poor heart tumbles down the side with haste

This day, today my heart will lie to rest

My love protect you always as a crest

I ask

I capture a look
Once concealed in your eyes,
And ask…
At what point does our happiness end?

I dash for a call
That has not come,
And ask…
Why do you joke in such ways?

I adore the look
You rarely present,
And ask…
Is it too much for a glance now and then?

I relish the thought
Of you by my side,
And ask….
Why don’t you come ‘round more often?

You should,
Come
Round
More
Often.

Tears- Alex Lupton

In French:
Les jours comme sont aujourd'hui des jours pour porter le deuil et avoir du chagrin, pour les fautes passées, alors demain, Laissé eux le sauve-qui-peut leur voie de la porte et les fermer dans l'arrière coin du cerveau, où ils peuvent être parused au loisir et pas quand il y a des visages innocents lounging au coin de l'oeil.

Translation or, the way I said it:
Days like today are days to mourn and grieve, for past mistakes, then tomorrow, Let them scurry their way out the door, and lock them in the back corner of the brain, where they can be perused at leisure, and not when there are innocent faces lounging in the corner of the eye.

To clarify, this is an "apology of sorts" I feel like mistakes should be put aside, even if they weren't real mistakes. I guess I've found it's not worth putting others through pain for it. But I also feel like avoiding this mistake, so, no offense to my "Mistake" but I probably won't be in the mood for talking for a while, or ever. So, maybe a little extreme, but I don't feel like this is something I'm getting over for a bit, so I'm just going to put it in a cabinet in the back of my head, and avoid any interactions that will open the drawer and spill it out before my angry eyes again. As little interaction as possible, please understand, I feel it's best for everyone.

99 Red balloons

I really like this song. It rocks!!!!

Gone, another by me

Where did she go?
That sweet bottle of innocence
Not knowing of all the creepy cruelties
All the examples of an elated soul’s mercy

Where has she gone?
The glimmer in her eyes
As her world springs up to meet her
Like a coil set loose from the proper place

Dear friend…
…where has she gone?
When did her ignorance depart?
At the park, watching a mother bird desert her kin?
Or
At a loved one’s final departure,
When it’s too late to know love,
But not late enough to say the words

Where did she go?
I’ll tell you where my dear friend went,
She left me at a four way stop,
With only one way to go…

Onward

Curious? Lincoln and Kennedy

Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.
John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.

Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.
John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.

Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.
Both wives lost their children while living in the White House.
Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.
Both Presidents were shot in the head.

Lincoln's secretary was named Kennedy.
Kennedy's secretary was named Lincoln.

Both were assassinated by Southerners.
Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.

Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.
Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.

John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.
Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.
Both assassins were known by their three names.
Both names are composed of fifteen letters.

Lincoln was shot at the theater named 'Ford.'
Kennedy was shot in a car called a 'Lincoln' made by Ford.

Booth ran from the theater and was caught in a warehouse.
Oswald ran from a warehouse and was caught in a theater.
Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials!

And here's the kicker: A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland.
A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe.

Creepy, huh?

Silverstein, discovering the Waterfront

So, the other day during lunch at band camp my friend Anne found out I'd never heard of Silverstein and freaked out, and made me listen to them, along with a couple other screaming bands. This is a pretty good song. I don't mind it. And Anne, I also listened to smile in your sleep. There was a lot of wincing, but I got through the whole song. But I prefer songs with less shouting, it makes me feel sad. Like they're yelling at me! But this one's all right.