hooking

So back when i was in kindergarten, a boy asked me to be his girlfriend, and we held hands after school. Then one day a different boy wanted to be my boyfriend, and WE held hands after school. Then when i was in third grade, this boy decided to notice me, and we danced the do-si-do in gym class. That is, until this chick with long blonde hair came along and STOLE him away during our 2 step. grr. When i was in 8th grade, the nerd at school decided that we were meant for each other, and wrote me poems that his buddies would toss at me during honors English. he even stooped so low as to bring me a teddy bear with a red heart clasped between its paws to school. But somehow i never even noticed that boys existed until i met Mr. Mojo....the beauty of the high school track team. This boy is the smoothest criminal i have ever met. Every B day after American history we would brush by each other on the way to class, and his 'whats up em' always made my cheeks burn red. Amy would walk with me, and had a paper bag at the ready for when i started to hyperventilate, or felt queasy from the nerves of seeing him. We chatted online, and would flirt like mad, even though i could barely croak out a 'hello' in person.

When i was seventeen, i got my first boyfriend. We met because he was going out with my friend from school, and we became instant best friends. Eventually they broke up, and to make a long story short, we kissed at the park in the parking lot because he was too scared to do it on the swingy bench where we would discuss our life's fears, aspirations, and annoyances. That day i had my first real kiss. The kind where the pit of your stomach drops and and feel all swirly like you might fall over.

Paige, my 14 year old surrogate sister from work, told me today that "back in the day" she kissed her 6th grade BOYFRIEND under the bleachers, and it was awesome.
My co worker asks, "ummmm, so what do kids do with their boyfriend IN 6th GRADE???"Well, im here here to remind you all. They probably had their parents take them to the mall and walk around so they could hold hands and look for other kids they know. maybe go to the movies; share a moment amidst the gummi bears and mountain dew. They might have gone to the school dance and swayed to Enrique iglesias. then they obviously snuck out under the bleachers for the anticipated/dreaded lip lock, until their braces got stuck together, and they had to call their parents to come and help them un-hook. That's how things like this go girls. If you kiss boys in the 6th grade, you will get stuck together...and die. So just don't do it.

the end. :)

she loves him, she loves him nnn.....she loves him

3 years ago my mom librarian received a gally copy of a book that she absolutely loved. She told me to read it, and i did. After loving Twilight, i tried to tell friends about it, but every time i tried it sounded so lame...

"its about this girl who falls in love with a vampire at school..and he wants to kill her but doesn't"

got alot of confused looks after this description. About a year later, i had several more people with which to dote on the book. Now: almost every LDS female has read it. Let me proudly proclaim that 3 years ago, Stephanie Meyer came to the SLC library, and i met her and she hand signed a copy of twilight for my mom. We even chatted it up! Sadly though, her last two books consisted of Bella talking over and over and over about Edward's marble body, and her burning love for him. She drives down the street...and s he loves him. she hangs out with Jacob, and she loves him. she goes to school, and she is STILL loving him and wanting to jump his marble bod. we need something new here.

See.. im not making this stuff up.

So i started breaking dawn, and im hoping for a pleasant surprise deviation from Stephanie's fluffy writing. Esp after i skipped 100 pages of The Host because they were in the freakin cave for fooooooorrrrreeeeeeeevvverrrrrrrrrrr. We'll see.

I know what you sayin

do you know white people who talk like this? Because i do. 

"what up lil g and all0you. im sure you be wonderin....wha did lil e do fo suppa lastnight? WELL....we done lit a fiah and be roastin them bad boys. thats right...foil dinnas. i brought my baby lil dave and shot up some rounds. we done killed it! esp lil e wit the 'powa stance' she got it goin on. i know what you thinkin....what kinda rappa name is dave? You know what im sayin?? YOU know what im sayin. dave be chill-you know it. playa please i know what i talkin bout! now a homeboy gots to bounce...playstation dont play i'self. 

word. "

word indeed. truer words were never spoken. 

make new friends but keep the old...

Today on the flight home to utah i met my 20 year counterpart female soul mate, and her name is Annette Moral.....like moral of the story. Or at least she tells me to help me remember her name. I met this gem of a lady when i finally found my way to my seat, after making the gate cut of the flight within 5 min. "cuttin it kind of close eh" warned the middle aged man that checked me in. He obviously doesn't know me very well. I simply thanked him profusely for letting e on (a talent i learned in Italy from mustlovetravel) batted my eyes, and made scintillating conversation while he checked my bags. I'm lucky he forgot to charge me the $15 that is now standard for one suitcase amidst the small talk! I hurried to my spot and sat at the wrong gate for going on 15 min before i realized that i was sitting at the gate NEXT TO the right gate, and was happily one of the last to board. Annette is a slender blonde, 6 foot woman with sparkling eyes. Soon after i sat down she had me talking about school, and my family, and my love life. I learned about all of her children who are my age, the battle she has with avoiding her intense younger sister, and her opinions on the changing economy and outrage at the lack of peanuts on the flight. We chatted the whole way, at at some points she had me giggling so hard that we were shushed by the lady in front of us. Annette is truly my 20 year counter part, and i wish i could marry her son so that we could be related lol.

After leaving the airport, i was picked up by twinkle fingers, one of my favorite people from london, if not one of the coolest people in the whole world! Have you ever had a friend that you can understand, and that can just understand you without saying a word? She and i can see each other once a day, or once a year, and it would be as if no time had passed. We rarely delve into our deepest emotions through words because we just understand, and we don't have to verbalize everything. That is what i love about twinkle fingers. She is so easy going and fun to spend time with. When we are together, we play. When we need to, we talk vent our frustrations. And best of all, our relationship has unspoken depth. I hope she knows that i heart her :)

hate

Heres to Heath ledger...the most beautiful joker i have ever seen

"I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair

I hate the way you drive my car I hate it when you stare

I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind

I hate you so much it makes me sick. it even makes me rhyme

I hate the way your always right; I hate it when you lie

I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry

I hate it when youre not around and the fact that you didn't call

Mostly I hate the way I don't hate you... not even close

not even a little bit...not even at all"

-10 things I hate about you