sunday meetings

some of the things you see and hear in church need to be recorded for posterity. today, i observed the people around me, and realized how irreverent church actually is. the 1st thing i noticed was about 5 men sleeping. some had their mouths open, some were upright, some were hunched over, but all were asleep. the 2nd thing i noticed was how loud it is in our meeting. there are lots of crying babies, whispering, toddlers playing with toys, snacks being passed out by weary mothers, etc. then the speaker is trying to talk above the noise and every once in a while the microphone dies, which causes a static noise.
one little boy in particular was very tired of church today. i would say he's about 1 1/2, so he gets pretty restless. his mom tries to keep him occupied, but he eventually gets bored with his toys and starts trying to get out in the aisle. so she handed him his bowl of froot loops and let him go. he started shaking the bowl and spinning at the same time, but 1 year olds don't have much balance as most of us know. he got dizzy and ran head-on, face-first into the side of the pew. it was very entertaining for me and other people my age to watch, and it was hard to keep from laughing.
but, as all little boys do when they get hurt, he started screaming and wailing and kicking, so my little entertainer had be taken into the hall by his dad. i didn't have another distraction, so i had to pay attention for the rest of the meeting.

how to cover up bad haircuts...

1. wear a headband
2. wear a hat
3. use lots of hairspray
4. dress up so it looks normal (ex.) wear an Indian headset
5. wear ugly clothes to distract from your ugly hair
6. wear hair very curly
7. don't wear hair straight, the bad cut is way more noticeable with straight hair
8. use bobbypins for too short bangs
9. also for bad bangs, wear them different than you normally would so people notice the style change, not the shortness of the bangs
10. the opposite of #5- look fabulous to make up for your hair

• if you can't tell from the post, i have a really bad bang cut right now. so please, no one laugh or stare or point. just pretend like nothing is wrong and we will all be happy:p

the worst dream ever!!

i looked at the poor boy trembling in the corner. his eyes were wide with fear as they stared me in the face. he seemed familiar, but it didn't matter. i was set on my goal, and i had to carry it out. i raised the weapon above my head and thrust it forward, straight into the boy's chest. he pleaded with me between gasps of drowning breaths for me to spare his sisters, and then fell to the floor in a grotesque heap. i moved on to the next child, a little girl with white-blond hair and blue eyes. one after another i disposed of my 5 siblings. after it was done, i dropped the pitchfork, and ran and ran and ran. i ran until i could no longer move, until i could no longer breathe, until every bone, muscle, and nerve in my body was aching. and there, on the side of the highway, i let myself die.

spring break

for spring break, some people vacation, some people work, and some people just chill at home and play video games. i don't really do any of these things. what i do is eat, and eat and eat and eat. especially this spring break because General Conference was on over the weekend, so i just sat in front of the tv and ate candy.

i also ate a lot this weekend because it was my sister's birthday on saturday, so we had cake and ice-cream. then today, sunday, my grandma made dinner for our extended family, and we also celebrated my cousin's and aunt's birthdays as well. so i had about 3 pieces of cake today too.

the only downfall of eating sweets is the effect the sugar has on monday's track practice:(

persevere

round and round and round again
it stretches ahead of me
like a lonely road
just waiting to be traveled.

one foot, then another,
i get closer to the end.
my breath comes short
and the race seems endless.

the crowd is but a hum
in the background,
while my brain is filled
with the rushing of blood.

thoughts come into my brain
that tell me to give up and quit
but i push them out and
work hard until the finish line is crossed.

15 loudest noises in our house

1. backdoor slamming
2. cason quietly teasing King crue
3. chairs scraping on the tile
4. basketball bouncing upstairs
5. taylor and jordi screaming while playing
6. singing- everyone
7. piano banging
8. forgotten alarms
9. crash-cars on the track
10. dad's yawns
11. mom's sneezes
12. tv trying to be heard over the talking
13. dad and cason's burps- very disgusting
14. radio blasting while doing saturday chores
15. volleyball bouncing against the wall

i'm sure there are more noises, but these are some of the very loudest. no wonder my mom always has a headache.

yes, it's a mole

• everyone keeps asking me what happened to my face, or chin, or arm. what happened was i was born to a very moly family, and i inherited that awful gene. so i went to the doctor to get those nasty things cut off, and that's why i am so scarred up. i did not scratch myself, i just got some moles removed.

now that you know what happened, let me explain the process of removing moles to you.

step 1- the doctor (dr. cameron) cleans the affected area with a swab that has disinfectant stuff on it
step 2- dr. cameron shoots numbing liquid into the mole with a needle so that i can't feel the cutting
step 3- dr. cameron tells me to tell him if i feel any pain, and soon enough he gives me another shot
step 4- dr. cameron gets his tools and cuts down to the fat layer in my body.
step 5- he streches the skin around the mole and cuts it as he goes, much like skinning a deer.
step 6- the doctor cauterizes, spelling?, the blood with an electric current that fries the blood vessels and smells like branding cows
step 7- dr. cameron sutchers (stitches) the gash and tells you how to take care of it
step 8- you go home and can not participate in weight lifting.

and that's the story behind my many injuries. i wish i could say something cool when people ask me what happened, but no, it's just mole.